Chapter 1261

<Chapter 1261> 1261. Dark Moon

When morning came, my eyes naturally opened. You don’t need to look at the clock to know—it’s probably around 7 AM. An unpleasant habit I haven’t shaken even after deserting the military.

But today, there was no sense of unease. It was because of one particular maid lying next to me.

Was she a restless sleeper? Clad in a black negligee that revealed her smooth skin, she had her arms wrapped around my neck like a lover, sound asleep.

She felt like a human blanket enveloping me.

Her warm breath, soft skin, and ample bosom pressed against me as I lay still, savoring every sensation.

I couldn’t move recklessly; Yuria might wake up. And who knows what strange misunderstandings could arise. We’ve only known each other for a day, but I wanted to be close to her.

Closing my eyes, I silently hoped she’d wake up and create some distance. My erect member pressed against her thigh, creating a pleasant pressure. There was nothing I could do about it—morning wood is just a natural physiological occurrence for any healthy man.

“…Mmm… Master…”

At her murmurs in sleep, I cracked open an eye. The slumbering Yuria fidgeted, rubbing her ample chest against my torso before her lips and warm breath grazed my neck. Then, I felt my aroused tip press into something soft yet firm—a sensation I recognized instantly from past experiences. Her pussy. My cock was pressing against her pussy.

It became hard to suppress my desire. Pretending to be asleep, I let my hand drift to her butt, gently squeezing and caressing it. Just touching her made me feel good. When her body shifted slightly, I quickly froze.

Damn it, my heart was pounding way too hard. Thankfully, she woke up naturally half an hour later.

The first thing she did upon waking was softly shake my shoulder.

“Master, it’s morning.”

“Huh… uh… yeah.”

With all my acting skills, I forced my eyes open. Yuria was still in her lingerie.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I should have asked about your schedule yesterday so I could wake you at the right time… Did I wake you too early?”

“It’s fine. No urgent plans today.”

“That’s good. I’ll prepare breakfast. Is there anything specific you’d like to eat?”

Her breasts were visible through the black fabric. At the curve of her ample chest, something hard poked out—a hint of her pink underwear and erect nipples beneath. I quickly looked away…


She didn’t seem to notice my gaze, fortunately, Yuria.

“Something light would be good for breakfast.”

“As you wish. Shall I assist you with changing?”

“I’m fine. I can change clothes by myself. Prepare breakfast for me.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Yuria stepped down from the bed. Once again, my eyes were stolen by her swaying chest. She slipped her feet into the boots placed below the bed.

Then, as if dissatisfied with something, she bent over to touch her boots.

My eyes widened.

Of all times, her rear was facing me. Though I knew it was rude, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Yuria’s butt.

Its size and shape were impeccable. Especially the contrast between her white skin and the black panties was a work of art.

‘Th-This!’

A hint of pubic hair peeked out from the side of her panties. And worse, the center of her underwear was damp. It was far too clear to dismiss as a mistake.

Yuria left the room. I sat dumbfounded on the bed. Pushing aside the blanket, I checked my erection—it was so hard it could burst through my pajamas. The tip was unmistakably wet.

‘Cum is leaking this much… If I touch it, I might cum right away. That stain on Yuria’s panties… Is it because of me?’

I hesitated as I reached to grab my pants, noticing the door was slightly open. My head cleared a bit.

‘Still, masturbating in the morning… How pathetic.’

I calmed myself down, remembering the tasks ahead.

Sitting at the table with Yuria, our breakfast included bacon, eggs, bread, and orange juice—foods enjoyed by Neo London citizens.

I took a piece of bacon first.

It was perfect. No further words needed.

“Master, what about subscribing to a paper newspaper?”

“Why would we need that when we have internet news?”

“In Neo London, reading newspapers is considered a gentleman’s virtue. Plus, sometimes high-end information not found online appears in print editions.”

“Let’s subscribe then. Can’t let people look down on us for not reading newspapers.”

“I’ll arrange the subscription to Neo Times.”

“Neo Times?”

“It’s the most trusted newspaper in Neo London. Its history goes back over 500 years.”

After sipping some orange juice, I asked Yuria,

“What do I need to start a business in Neo London?”

“It depends on what kind of business.”

“I’m not interested in small ventures. I want to build an enterprise.”

“The easiest way would be acquisitions.”

“What if I don’t have that kind of money?”

“Then there’s no choice but to take it step by step. Still, you’ll need at least some capital. In Neo London, even starting a tiny shop requires a minimum of 10 million credits. But more than capital, you’ll need a solid business idea. What’s your concept, Master?”

“Magic. And I know a bit of alchemy.”

“Master, magic items or potions alone won’t suffice to establish an enterprise.”

“It’s not market saturation, is it? I’ve got a foolproof business idea that could shake up the market.”

“It’s not that, but rather the infrastructure. You’d need factories, manpower, connections, and massive capital. Jumping in blindly will only get your ideas stolen.”

I sighed, realizing I had nothing.

I’m a 5th-class magician. Purely in terms of combat power, I could obliterate an entire squad alone. However, having strength doesn’t mean I can do everything in this world…


It is not about building things right away. Take business, for instance. I lack the essentials for starting one.

“I think it’s best to start with a small shop. Gradually grow by acquiring smaller companies and steadily expand. Also, you need to build connections. In Neo London, networking is arguably more important than capital.”

“In that case, we’ll need a surefire business idea that guarantees success. Something to ponder on…”

Breakfast was over, yet Yuria and I remained seated at the table.

“Master, if I may offer advice—when opportunity knocks, you must seize it firmly.”

“Huh? That’s obvious.”

“It’s not just applicable to business. There might’ve been an opportunity close by that you missed, maybe even deliberately. Master, don’t fear grabbing opportunities. You’re far greater than you give yourself credit for.”

Yuria’s words made me feel awkward as I scratched the back of my head.

After breakfast, I took a shower, sat on the couch, and opened the paper newspaper Yuria had brought me. While catching a faintly unfamiliar scent of ink, I began reading from top to bottom.

To be honest, it was a bit dull since most of the content didn’t interest me.

“At least this beats internet news. Too many sensational headlines chasing clicks that ultimately aren’t helpful when you actually read them.”

While I read the newspaper, Yuria cleaned the living room. Getting bored with the paper halfway through, I started sneakily glancing at her instead. She was cleaning the living room window at the moment, standing on a stool and wiping the glass until it gleamed.

I swallowed hard as I stared at her skirt. Her white thighs and purple panties were exposed.

“That’s the same pair I touched yesterday… Did she change them? They look a little tight…”

Next, she dusted the mantle. It was impossible to tear my eyes away from her large bosom resting on the dining table.

“Master, I’ve finished cleaning the living room. May I sit and rest?”

“Of course. Sit beside me.”

“Excuse me.”

Yuria sat next to me, closed her eyes, and focused on resting. Soon, she softly dozed off.

While reading the monotonous newspaper, I briefly went to the bathroom. When I returned, my eyes widened.

Yuria was sitting with her legs spread apart, exposing her skirt’s contents. Her sexy purple panties were pressed into her crotch, creating a distinct axe-shaped crease. The upper part was slightly see-through, revealing her silver pubic hair matching her hair color, which was flattened against the purple fabric with a few strands poking out.

My member became erect—it was an uncontrollable reaction to such a tempting scene.

Suddenly, Yuria’s earlier words came back to me.

There’s an opportunity nearby; don’t fear seizing it.

‘…No way this is the kind of opportunity Yuria meant.’

Even an idiot could tell the difference.

For a while, I stared at Yuria’s skirt before heading upstairs. I locked the door and sat on the bed to relieve myself. The image of Yuria’s skirt kept replaying in my mind, making it impossible to stay still.

Two hours later, after enjoying a satisfying lunch, I prepared to go out.

“Understood. When will you return?”

“Probably before evening. I’ll call if I’m going to be late.”

“Yes, Master.”