Chapter 1469

< Episode 1469 > 1469. Dark Moon

I reached out to the Freude noble house. I told them I’d found the dress. Of course, I didn’t speak directly to Lord Freude or his lady. The contact came through a butler working for the Freude family.

Don’t underestimate a butler! A butler serving a viscount’s household carries even more authority!

“The Viscountess herself wishes to meet me in person…?”

This was unexpected. I thought they’d just send the butler to collect the item. Sure, I mentioned the Viscountess’s name earlier to those London guards who tried stopping me, but there aren’t many nobles in this city willing to invite a mercenary as a guest—not when I’m not even a major player in this world.

“An invitation to dinner with the Freude Viscountess… If I show up unprepared, I’d be an idiot.”

This is my first point of contact with the nobility in this city. And not just any minor noble—this is the lady of a viscount’s house.

“Even if it’s just a casual meeting… This is my first encounter with the aristocracy. My name might start circulating faintly among the upper circles. I need to prepare thoroughly.”

I check the time.

5 PM. Only two hours until the evening appointment. As someone aspiring to join the nobility, there’s no way I’m taking this lightly.

“This isn’t the time to relax. I need to hurry back and get ready. I should also ask Rose to gather some intel on the Freude household…”

My steps quicken.

I obtained information about the Freude viscount’s house.

The Freude family boasts over 700 years of history as a noble lineage, maintaining their title throughout that time—a remarkable achievement. Their long history comes with immense influence.

Lord Freude is one of the representative councilors of Zone H. Lately, he’s been residing in Zone H rather than his mansion, supposedly to boost his popularity—but according to Rose, it’s because he had a huge fight with the Viscountess.

“The real power in the Freude household lies with the Viscountess.”

That makes sense. She’s related by blood to Lancelot of the Round Table, the supreme ruler of Neo-London—even if only as a cousin, that connection alone commands respect from most nobles.

She’s also a powerhouse in high society. It’s said that noble daughters go to great lengths to catch her eye, while those who displease her can expect a tough social life.

“To be honest, I don’t fully understand this aspect yet.”

I committed what little info I got about the Freude Viscountess to memory. In the original game, she was only briefly mentioned in a side quest, so I don’t know much about her.

“In any case, I can’t afford to mess up today.”

Fortunately, I have Yuria.

“It’ll be fine, Master. You’ve prepared for situations like this, haven’t you?”

Yuria smiled. Memories of our time together flashed through my mind. I’ve learned so much from her, especially about the nobility—their etiquette, customs…


Ah, the glamorous party atmosphere—nobility is required to master the art of social dance.

“Lady Froid reportedly has a taste for extravagant fashion.”

“Yes, that’s the rumor. But Master, you don’t hold a title yet—you’re still a commoner.”

“If I dress extravagantly, they might see it as arrogance.”

“Exactly. You should go with something understated—not too old-fashioned, but not flashy either. Master, please wait a moment.”

Yuria returned with the outfit.

“I had a feeling this situation might arise, so I prepared ahead of time.”

“You’re thorough. It looks plain but exudes an odd sense of luxury. Where did you get it?”

“I ordered it from Elite Tailors in District F—a shop frequented by gentlemen.”

Without hesitation, Yuria began undressing me herself. A sweet scent wafted from her as she drew near, and every touch of her hands sent blood rushing to my lower half.

“I can dress myself, you know.”

“It’s my duty, Master.”

She dressed me in the suit and perfectly tied the tie—it looked impeccable enough to make me unconsciously admire myself in the mirror. If I must nitpick, though… it’s a bit tight around the groin due to my raging erection.

“Yuria.”

I gazed at her with burning eyes. She frowned, clearly flustered.

“This is troublesome, Master. We don’t have much time left—we need to arrive at least 20 minutes early.”

I understand how important this is.

“But if I go like this, I won’t be able to focus on dinner. Right now, all I can see is you.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she smiled softly.

“Managing your condition is also part of my duties… I’ll take care of it immediately.”

Yuria turned and approached the table, placing both hands on it while arching her backside toward me. Her skirt rode up, revealing a tiny white panty barely covering her voluptuous behind. The center of the soaked fabric clung to her pussy, subtly outlining its lewd shape.

“It’s wet…”

“Embarrassingly, seeing Master’s body made me aroused as well.”

Yuria grabbed her own hips with her right hand, pulling aside the soaked panties to expose her pink, dripping cunt. Her swollen labia glistened with arousal, and her cute little anus twitched.

“Please use this naughty maid’s pussy however you wish. This belongs to you, Master.”

With her index finger, she spread her outer lips, revealing her pulsating hole, which greedily oozed more juices.

Moving closer, I grabbed her firm, round ass with both hands. Its texture was impeccable.

“Are you more excited than me?”

“Perhaps…”

I pressed my cock against her ass, smearing it with her arousal. Suddenly, her hips began grinding, rubbing my shaft against her needy pussy.

“You dirty maid—so desperate for your Master’s cock?”

“I am. I’m a lustful maid who can’t live without Master’s cock. But… we really don’t have much time left. Please stop teasing and take me.”

I snapped back to reality. She was right; we were short on time. I positioned my cock at her entrance and thrust inside.

“Aaaahhh…!”

Her walls clenched tightly around me, welcoming me as always. Yet each thrust felt mysteriously new. I filled her completely, savoring the sensation of her inner muscles wrapping around me.

“Hnnngh! Master’s cock is filling me up… Haaaahh…!”

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Giving in to instinct, I began pounding into her.

Squelch squelch squelch.

My cock slid in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Her hips moved rhythmically…


The floor trembled as my waist collided with hers, producing a muffled *pang pang* sound. I couldn’t stop the rhythm of my hips, each thrust sending pleasant sensations through me.

“Huuuuuuh?!”

A stream of her arousal shot out from her core, landing on the floor. Her waist and legs began to quiver uncontrollably, threatening to lose balance. I quickly wrapped my left arm around her waist to steady her.

“Ahh… Master…”

She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes glistening with longing. I pressed closer, pushing my member deep into her womb while gently massaging her breast with my right hand and capturing her lips in a kiss.

“Mmm, mmm… ahn.”

Our tongues intertwined like lovers reuniting. For a brief moment, it felt like Yuria was devouring me whole, but realizing I might lose control, I aggressively pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth.

We clung together like sticky slime, our bodies melding into one. The motion resumed, her inner walls tightening with every thrust as my arms crushed her close.

“Guh, guh, guhhh…”

Yuria’s blue eyes softened, but her core gripped me even tighter. Reading her signals clearly, I increased the pace of my hips.

‘As much as I’d love to enjoy Yuria’s body more… there’s no time.’

I shook off the regret; we could always continue later when I returned tonight. She wouldn’t leave my side.

The table rattled violently—only now remembering there had been a candlestick atop it, though nothing remained there now.

“Master! I’m going to… I’m about to come! Ahhhhh!”

I drove my hips forward, burying myself deep inside her before releasing everything that surged up from my groin. Her core convulsed, welcoming my release.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

Yuria trembled softly. The fiery passion in her gaze hadn’t dimmed—it was clear neither of us found this satisfying enough. Of course, I wasn’t content either.

‘I’d rather strip everything off and head straight for the bed…’

But there’s no time.

Regretfully stepping back, I heard a soft popping sound as my member slipped out of her. Her core contracted rapidly, white semen spilling out drop by drop.

“Looks like too much came out. Are you uncomfortable? Let me help clean it up.”

“No, it’s fine. I can handle the cleanup… Hiiiik?!”

I inserted my index finger into her core. Given she’d just climaxed, her reaction was delightfully sensitive. Curling my finger into a hook, I carefully scraped her insides.

“Clot, clot, ugh?!”

With every scrape, semen flowed out. As I continued, her natural juices soon surpassed the amount of semen dripping down. Her legs wobbled dangerously, sliding downward.

‘No time to waste—let’s finish quickly.’

I pride myself on knowing Yuria’s weak points better than anyone else. With full sincerity, I could make her explode within 30 seconds.

‘Heightened sensitivity activated.’

Her response was immediate. Clutching the table tightly to keep herself upright, she gasped loudly. Leaning close to her ear, I whispered softly for the final blow.

“Yuria, I love you.”

“HHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!”

Her body collapsed against the table, unable to hold itself up. Kneeling before it, she dazedly rocked her hips, releasing a fresh wave of arousal.

“Yuria, are you alright? I need to go now.”

“Yes, yes. I’m fine. I’ll get ready.”

She tried standing up, but swayed dramatically. Panicking, I quickly grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

“Take a little break. We’ve got time.”

“…I apologize.”

She quietly leaned into my embrace.