”…It seems that soon they’ll be placing a Magicraft Lantern in this room as well.”
The orange flame flickered. Under the light of a normal oil lamp, Flare spoke to Taris, whom she had called to her room, about the time she had recently gone to Fidek’s workshop together with Kyle.
It had been some time since she’d moved here as a bride, and her exchanges with the servants had increased, yet things always felt like mistress and servant. She just couldn’t manage it the way Kyle did.
For Flare, the only people in this land she could still speak with as casually as friends were her husband Kyle and her lady-in-waiting Taris. Well, even back at her family estate, there hadn’t been many outside her relatives she could speak with freely, so she was used to it.
”Indeed, that lantern is far brighter than ordinary ones, so it’s certainly convenient. However… no, it’s nothing.”
”What? Don’t stop mid-sentence like that, it’s terribly curious. Is it something you can’t tell me?”
”No, it’s just…”
”Oh, I see-this is about Kyle, isn’t it? Of course, since he’s the only one with that lantern at present, it’s only natural. And? Ah, is this about the other night? I don’t mind, so go ahead and tell me.”
Taris marveled at her mistress’s insight as she began, “Well, if you insist…”
It was true that Taris found the Magicraft Lantern convenient. Considering the cost of its development and purchase, however, it was far beyond the reach of commoners-in fact, even among nobles, only the most eccentric would likely buy one. Still, its convenience was undeniable.
But at the same time, the situation in which Taris had first experienced that Magicraft Lantern being used by Kyle was one that, even now, she could not recall without feeling shame and humiliation.
Taris recounted that time-how Kyle had used that lantern to brightly light up the room and the bath during their nightly activities, thoroughly looking over every inch of her naked body.
She had steeled herself to offer her body in Flare’s place, but she’d assumed-by common sense-that such things happened in the dark. Yet under that light as bright as daytime, she’d been stared at so closely-her private parts, her nakedness, even the sight of her serving him with her mouth. It had been utterly humiliating.
”I see. That must have been quite embarrassing indeed. But perhaps for a man, it’s only natural to want to see a woman’s body. Especially a beauty like you, Taris. Though I must say, he’s shown no such interest in me-perhaps I lack appeal?”
”That couldn’t possibly be true!!” Taris shot back, flustered, at Flare’s teasing remark delivered with a laugh.
”Hehe, I’m joking. We’re newlyweds, and Kyle is likely still being careful with me. But he does seem the type to get comfortable with someone once he’s used to them, so perhaps one day he’ll start saying he wants to see my body as well.”
Flare said this in a joking tone, wondering whether the lantern might be for that purpose. Taris had grown used to seeing her mistress laugh so cheerfully since arriving at this domain. That itself was a good thing, but knowing it was thanks to that man stirred something like jealousy within her.
”Still, to take Lady Flare to such a dusty place-Lord Kyle does seem a bit thoughtless. And to chat so casually with a messy old man as if they were friends…”
Her feelings must have shown in her attitude, as the criticism of Kyle’s actions slipped from her lips without her meaning to. Flare, however, laughed off Taris’s complaints.
”No, it was certainly dusty, but I never knew how Arcanos crystals were made from magic stones, and seeing part of the process was interesting. And while it’s true that seeing him speak so casually with an ordinary person was different from Father, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing.”
Then, after prefacing with “Never mind me,” Flare, having sensed Taris’s feelings toward Kyle to some extent, made a suggestion with a slightly guilty look.
”More importantly-I know I’m the one who asked you to be his bed partner when I can’t attend to him, but if you truly dislike Kyle that much, perhaps I should rethink forcing this on you. I could always call another lady-in-waiting from my family home…”
”No, I’m fine!!”
If that happened, she might be replaced and sent back to House Regal, away from Lady Flare. Taris cut off her mistress, turning pale.
Certainly, she didn’t particularly like Kyle, but it wasn’t unbearable. And more importantly, she had finally secured her position as the lady-in-waiting closest to Lady Flare-the last thing she wanted was to be separated from her now.
It wasn’t just about salary or treatment-Taris personally respected her mistress, Flare Regal (now Walker). Her desire to stay by Flare’s side wasn’t merely for good conditions.
”Besides, even if I were let go from this duty now, my body wouldn’t go back to how it was… and then my being held by Lord Kyle would have been completely pointless…”
At this excuse, put together in desperation to avoid being sent away, Flare’s expression darkened. The strained look on Taris’s face was purely because she didn’t want to be separated from Flare, but Flare took her words at face value.
”You’re right, Taris. To have you give up your precious first time, only to say you can quit and go back if you dislike it-that was far too selfish of me. You took on this role with resolve, after all.”
Upon hearing those words, Taris’s expression brightened instantly. Though the dark circles under her eyes remained, so it might not have been obvious to an outsider.
”Yes, exactly. So-yes, serving him with my mouth, drinking his seed, I don’t mind it at all. I’ll do anything! Whatever strange things Lord Kyle wants, I’ll take it all on! So please, Lady Flare, just focus on having a child with peace of mind!”
Carried away by joy and relief at being able to stay by Flare’s side, Taris let slip some of the details of her encounters with Kyle. Flare’s eyebrow twitched at her words.
”Not just serving with your mouth… you drank it? Wait, what else has he done to you?”
”Ah… no, nothing that big… um, it’s all within what I can handle…”
”Taris, you are my precious lady-in-waiting. If you’re being made to put up with something clearly cruel, I cannot simply stay quiet. From now on, if Kyle does anything to you that you find even a little strange, tell me. If I think it’s too much, I will speak to Kyle myself.”
”Y-yes…”
And so, having said too much, Taris was forced to confess everything-from the acts performed during her first time with Kyle to the bath they’d taken together afterward.
Meanwhile, several days later, unaware of the exchange that had taken place between Flare and Taris, Kyle was cheerfully going through documents sent up from the merchant guild, stamping approvals one after another. Taris-who had recently been put in charge of cleaning the second floor mostly used by the couple-knocked and entered.
Strictly speaking, Taris was Flare’s lady-in-waiting, but she seemed to have spare time and had been helping Martha out a lot lately, which was a great help.
”I came to clean, but are you currently using the room? I’ll put off cleaning here, then. Do you have any business for me?”
She went about her household duties according to routine, but if the master needed her at any given moment, she would put that first-a completely normal question for a maid. Yet at that moment, Taris felt a sense of dread.
Kyle had been staring at the documents with a look of utter boredom just moments ago-but now he rose to his feet, a sly grin spreading across his face.
”Well, well~ Taris in her maid uniform, and actually seeing her working like this… it’s just so good~, so cute.”
”…Thank you.”
With that, Kyle walked across the room, his heels clicking against the floor. He closed the door to the entrance and turned the lock, then turned to face Taris.
Taris, still holding her mop and bucket, knew with grim certainty that her bad feeling had been right on the mark.
The way Kyle’s face stretched into a lecherous grin made it perfectly clear what was on his mind.
”Business… well, more like, when I see you in that maid outfit, I just can’t help but want to ask you for something…”
”What might that be?”
She could already guess, so Taris set down her bucket and mop with a resigned sigh. Whatever favor was about to be asked, cleaning tools probably wouldn’t be necessary.
And she was right. Kyle came closer to Taris, slid a hand around her waist, and whispered in her ear.
”Seeing you like this just reminded me of the other night. I’m so worked up I can’t stand it-so how about just using your mouth to help me out?”
(…Figured.)
It was so painfully obvious, exactly the kind of “business” she’d expected. Taris let out a weary sigh. But she was a lady-in-waiting serving a noble, and she’d learned long ago that this sort of thing was simply part of the job. So with an air of neither pleasure nor particular dislike, she lowered her eyes and replied, “As you wish.”
(Hell yes! She said yes!)
Kyle pulled Taris close, gleefully whispering words that in his past life would have been HR violations, thrilled that she’d actually agreed.
(I always fantasized about workplace stuff like this. Used to watch all those videos-salaryman and OL sneaking off to the supply closet, boss forcing his female subordinate to do it with her mouth… so good.)
As those thoughts ran through his head, Kyle couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. Technically, as the lord of the manor, this was his workplace, and he was the boss while Taris was his subordinate-which meant this was basically just real-life “master and maid play,” But that irony was completely lost on Kyle.
He’d locked the door, but he couldn’t take too long. Aside from Taris, there was his wife Flare, Martha, and four other live-in servants, all going about their own work elsewhere in the house.
The idea of sneaking around to do something naughty while everyone else was working felt incredibly dirty. Especially with his wife in the same building. And in broad daylight, no less.
”Okay, so… where should we do this…?”
Kyle looked around, searching for the perfect spot. He made his way over to his desk, where work documents, pens, and ink were still scattered about, and there he casually pulled out his penis.
”Alright, whenever you’re ready.”
He’d considered staying seated in his desk chair, but they’d already done that in bed the first time. So he figured this was better-standing right by his desk, having her kneel at his feet and serve him there.
”Haah… Understood. Forgive me.”
Taris’s words were polite, but the annoyed sigh came before any words. Her tone was stiff and cold. No smile, naturally.
Good. That’s just her character. Honestly, a smile would almost feel wrong. A sullen, insolent, rebellious maid… isn’t that the best?
Kyle wouldn’t have minded if she’d acted even more unwilling, but Taris’s expression right now was completely blank-like an absolute void.
Taris knelt at Kyle’s feet, reaching for his penis with an air of utter indifference, bringing her face close. Without hesitation, she took the tip into her mouth.
It was the middle of the day, and the sunlight streaming through the window lit up the scene far more clearly than any lamp ever could.
Taris’s attitude toward Kyle remained as careless as ever, and yet her service was thorough-a glimpse of her loyalty, a refusal to shame her true master, Flare. As she swirled her tongue along the underside while keeping him in her mouth, Kyle let out an embarrassingly weak moan.
”Oof~ ♡ Ahh… Ahh… Seriously, Taris… you’re so good at this, so thorough… mmph! There! Th-there’s no way I can-“
Her fellatio really was incredible, especially for someone who’d been a virgin just the other night. He almost wondered if she’d been trained in night-time skills while still untouched. He didn’t think Taris would lie, and he’d seen her virginity himself-but if she had been lying, he’d be pretty shocked. That was how good she was.
Kyle stumbled and braced himself against the desk, steadying his body. The motion nearly pulled his penis from her mouth, and Taris quickly shuffled forward on her knees, keeping him in her mouth as she followed the movement.
Kyle planted both hands on the desk, half-sitting on the edge for support, letting her continue. Taris leaned further in, taking him deeper.
(Slurp… slurp… slurp…)
With every bob of her head, her chin-length black hair and the headband that symbolized her maid uniform swayed. The white headband suited her silky black hair perfectly-and despite everything, it made him think of an old-fashioned Japanese girl.
Her straight black hair was glossy and smooth, and Kyle couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke her head. It was small and wonderfully soft to the touch.
(Crap, I’m gonna come already… it’s embarrassingly fast, but just like this-)
”Taris, I’m almost there… can I finish in your mouth?”
His abs and hips already twitching with the start of climax, Kyle asked-and Taris paused for a moment, still holding him in her mouth, looking up at him with her eyes. But she said nothing, simply going back to her work. Her movements were aimed at pushing him over the edge.
”Uh!! I’m coming! ♡”
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Kyle pressed Taris’s head against his hips with both hands, releasing into her mouth.
”Ah♡, o-oh… ngh, hnngh, ghh!! (Throb!)”
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
The sinful pleasure of finishing in his maid’s mouth in broad daylight… there was nothing like it.
And on top of that, Taris held his seed in her mouth, pulled away, and swallowed it right in front of him. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she took him back in and sucked out every last drop from his urethra. This was something Kyle had told her to do before-and she’d followed his orders to the letter, cleaning him up completely.
The pleasure was so intense his hips felt like they were melting. Honestly, he was in danger of getting addicted to this.
After draining him completely, Taris stood up, wiped her mouth with the hem of her apron, and with a perfectly calm face asked, “Is there anything else you require?”-all cool as a cucumber. And me? All I could manage was-
”Hahh… hahh… that was amazing…”
-barely getting those words out. Leaving Kyle in his dazed state, Taris calmly turned to leave. He heard the click of the lock opening and scrambled to pull up his pants and compose himself.
As she walked out, all he could manage was, “Oh, uh, hey… thanks. I’ll, uh, call on you again,” Taris, still stone-faced, gave a polite bow and left.
The thought that she’d swallowed his seed just moments ago-despite that expression-only made him more excited.
Anyway, for Kyle, this was how things went sometimes-bothering Taris not just at night but during the day too. And Taris accepted it without protest.
But his antics were dutifully reported to Flare that very night, earning him a pointed scolding from her the next day-but that’s another story.
But to make a move on a lady-in-waiting in broad daylight like that-was it really not much of a taboo in aristocratic society here? That very night, Flare and he naturally came together, and there was no sign of displeasure from her.
He was happy-married for the first time in this world, now husband and wife with Flare. Sure, he still felt the gap between this world’s ways and his old world’s common sense sometimes, but with his wife Flare, and with her lady-in-waiting Taris, things were going pretty smoothly… Well, at least that’s what he told himself.
_________________________To be continued
Trivia:
- Flare’s awareness that Taris has romantic jealousy toward Kyle—yet her solution is to offer to replace Taris with another lady-in-waiting, completely misreading the root of Taris’s anxiety.
- The Magicraft Lantern serves as a narrative device symbolizing Kyle’s unromantic pragmatism, turning intimate moments into clinical observation rather than passionate encounters.
- Taris’s confession about “drinking” reveals she’s already been subjected to acts far beyond what she initially agreed to, yet her loyalty to Flare outweighs her personal dignity and discomfort.
- Kyle’s explicit comparison of his fantasy to salaryman-and-OL workplace scenarios reveals his past-life memories remain vividly accessible, shaping his current behavior and expectations.
- Taris’s meticulous post-service cleanup, including swallowing and additional suction, follows Kyle’s prior instructions rather than spontaneous willingness, highlighting the power dynamics and contractual nature of their arrangement.
- The contrast between Taris’s flawless technical skill and her complete emotional blankness creates an uncanny dissonance, suggesting either rigorous training or a learned dissociation from her duties.
- The protagonist’s casual mention of “that very night” reveals that his relationship with Flare progressed physically almost immediately after marriage, suggesting either passionate mutual attraction or the pragmatic expectations of noble unions in this world.
- The narrative’s introspective framing—”at least that’s what I tell myself”—hints at underlying insecurity, implying the protagonist may be willfully ignoring subtle social cues or tensions within his new household.
- The societal question about whether approaching a Lady-in-waiting is taboo points to a complex aristocratic structure where boundaries between noble spouses and their attendants may be more fluid than the protagonist’s original world would expect.