"Now," Rosalind says, her eyes shining with desire as she keeps undoing her corset, "let's get back to your orientation without anyone bothering us again."
Her fancy emerald dress slides off her shoulders with a soft sound, dropping around her feet like spilled water.
Underneath, she's wearing some complicated underwear that seems made more for showing off than actually covering anything—a mess of laces, ribbons, and see-through parts that somehow make her look more naked than if she wore nothing at all.
Rosalind strips down, showing off some fancy underwear clearly designed to get guys going.
She tries acting all dominant, smirking when she sees my reaction. "Get on your knees, slave. Time to continue your orientation."
"I'm not your slave," I growl back. "Not in here."
Her confident laugh fades as I stand up, with that blue EnhancedPhysique glow rippling over my skin. She tries keeping control, but I can hear her voice shake. "I said, on your knees."
"Make me," I challenge, stepping closer.
She tries pushing me, but I grab her wrist, spin her around and pin her against the bedpost. She gasps as her body presses against mine.
Someone knocks. "Madame Rosalind?" Gareth calls, sounding worried. "I heard noises. Everything okay in there?"
Rosalind looks at me, panic flashing across her face before she pulls herself together. "All good, Gareth. Just... teaching the new slave some discipline," she answers steadily.
"Alright, Madame. Call if you need anything," Gareth says, hesitating before walking away.
Rosalind turns back to me, eyes showing both anger and lust. "You'll pay for this, slave."
I smirk and let her go. She lunges to slap me, but I catch her hand and smack her ass instead. She yelps, eyes wide with shock and arousal. I rip off her underwear, and she gasps as I push her onto the bed.
"You're a monster," she breathes, her body contradicting her words as she squirms beneath me.
I laugh darkly, pinning her wrists above her head. "You have no idea."
She tries resisting, but I hold her down, my free hand exploring her body. I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers until she arches up, moaning.
My hand moves down, cupping between her legs, fingers stroking her wet folds. She bites her lip, trying not to moan again.
"Scream for me, Rosalind," I growl, shoving two fingers inside her.
She shakes her head defiantly, but her body says otherwise. I pump my fingers harder, thumb circling her clit, until she can't hold back. A scream tears from her throat, her body shaking around my fingers.
[EXPERIENCE GAINED: +20]
I flip her over while she's still trembling. Pulling her hips up, I position myself at her entrance. She tenses when she feels my size.
"Wait—you're too big—" she pants, but I thrust in, making her scream fill the room.
The bed creaks loud as I pound into her, flesh slapping against flesh echoing off the walls. Her moans turn into wails, her body writhing under me.
"Oh fuck—fuck—fuck me!" she screams, all composure gone.
Another knock. "Madame Rosalind?" Gareth calls, sounding worried.
Rosalind looks back at me, wild-eyed. "Go away, Gareth!" she screams. "Don't ever disturb me when I'm with the slave! You hear me, you bastard?"
Silence follows her outburst. She turns back to me, face flushed. "Don't stop," she whispers roughly.
I smirk, gripping her hips tighter, thrusting harder. She grabs the sheets, knuckles white as she screams and moans, her body pushed to the limit.
The room fills with wet, lewd sounds, our bodies slapping together, her juices coating my cock.
"It's too much—too big—" she sobs, voice breaking. But she pushes back against me, meeting each thrust eagerly.
[EXPERIENCE GAINED: +30]
I lean down, covering her body with mine as I reach around to find her clit. I rub rough circles, turning her screams to shrieks as another orgasm rips through her. Her body shakes, squeezing tight around me.
I roll us over so she's on top. She looks down at me, eyes glazed, breathing in ragged gasps. "Ride me," I command, hands gripping her ass.
She whimpers but obeys, moving her hips up and down my cock. I watch her tits bounce, her head thrown back as she moans and screams. It's hypnotizing, the sounds filling the room like a dirty symphony.
I grab her hips, thrusting up into her hard. She screams again, body trembling as she comes. I roar, my cock pulsing as I fill her, the blue glow flaring bright.
[EXPERIENCE GAINED: +50]
[PROGRESS TO LEVEL 2: 100/200]
We collapse, her body shaking, breathing in sobs. "You're... you're a beast," she whispers, voice full of fear and amazement.
I grin, brushing damp hair from her face. "And you love it."
She laughs, a husky, broken sound. "Gods help me, I do."
As she gets dressed, moving slowly and unsteadily, she looks back at me. "The library after breakfast, beast. And more... disciplining like this one."
The door closes behind her, leaving me with a status window and a satisfied smirk. This world just keeps getting better.
The room's a mess—torn, stained sheets, furniture all over the place. I can't wait to see what other fun this place has lined up.
After Rosalind leaves, I flop on the bed for a bit, trying to make sense of everything. I check my status window again, pretty happy with my progress.
[STATUS]
Name: Daren
Level: 1
Class: Transmigrated Soul
Experience: 100/200
[ABILITIES]
Enhanced Physique (Active): Your body is stronger than normal humans.
Natural Charm (Locked): Available at Level 2
Pleasure Touch (Locked): ???
[QUESTS]
Survive as Lord Derek's slave
Figure out why you're in this world
Already halfway to Level 2! Not bad for my first morning as a medieval fantasy slave. I close the window with a thought and finally get out of bed.
My muscles are pleasantly sore but recovering quickly – another perk of my Enhanced Physique.
I use the wash basin to clean up as best I can with the cold water. Medieval hygiene sucks, but at least I have some privacy.
While getting dressed in the servant clothes Tib gave me yesterday, I notice something weird about the wall near my bed.
There's a tiny gap in the wooden panels that doesn't look right. I run my fingers along it and feel a slight breeze.
When I push harder, the panel moves inward about an inch before stopping – locked from the other side.
"Well, that's not suspicious at all," I mutter, looking closer.
It's not actually a door, but more like a peephole disguised in the wood pattern. It's perfectly positioned to see the whole room, especially the bed.
"So that's how it is." I laugh dryly. "Derek's not just watching me—he's watching Rosalind too."
Or maybe it was Elara watching? The thought both freaks me out and weirdly turns me on.
Either way, seems like privacy isn't a thing in Lord Derek's house. I make a mental note to check the other walls when I have time.
My stomach growls, reminding me I haven't eaten since that simple dinner last night.
I finish getting dressed and head to the servants' dining hall, still thinking about everything that happened this morning.
The other servants give me curious looks as I walk in. Some are smirking, and I realize Rosalind's visit to my room wasn't exactly secret.
Gossip spreads fast here. I grab a bowl of porridge and some dense brown bread, finding an empty spot on one of the long benches.
Tib slides in beside me right away, eyes wide with curiosity.
"So," he whispers, "you survived Madame Rosalind's orientation."
"Is that what they're calling it?" I reply sarcastically.
"It's like a rite of passage for the better-looking male servants," he explains. "Though she usually does her 'inspections' in her own rooms, not the servants' quarters."
"I'm honored, I guess."
"You should be," says a gruff voice from across the table. An older guy with a weathered face and strong arms nods at me.
"Name's Harris. I work the stables. Been here fifteen years, and Madame Rosalind's only visited my quarters twice."
"Twice is still impressive," Tib says, sounding amazed.
"Different times," Harris shrugs. "Before Lord Derek brought his daughter home. Things changed after that."
I chew my bread thoughtfully. "How so?"
"Stricter rules. More secrets. Lord Derek doesn't want his daughter seeing... household business." Harris says this last part with obvious meaning.
"Seems like the daughter is pretty interested in household business herself," I comment, thinking about how Elara boldly interrupted this morning.
Harris and Tib exchange glances.
"Be careful there," Harris warns quietly. "Lady Elara is off-limits. The last stable boy she liked disappeared without a trace."
"That's just a rumor," Tib argues, but he doesn't sound convinced.
"Wasn't no rumor that Lord Derek caught them in the hayloft," Harris counters. "Next day, the boy was gone. Lord Derek said he'd been sent to another estate, but nobody ever heard from him again."
A chill runs down my spine despite the warm porridge in my stomach. Rosalind's warning about Elara suddenly seems way more serious.
As I'm finishing breakfast, a familiar voice behind me makes me freeze.
"Good morning, Daren."
I turn to find Elara standing there, looking even prettier in daylight. Her golden curls are partially pinned up, showing off her delicate neck. Her dress is pale blue, making her green eyes pop even more.
"Lady Elara," I say, aware that every servant at the table is watching us nervously.
"I hope your orientation with Madame Rosalind was... educational." She smiles knowingly. "Father says you'll be working in the library today. What a coincidence—I have studies there too."
Before I can respond, she leans closer, pretending to adjust her sleeve, and whispers, "The peephole works both ways, you know. Most impressive performance."
My blood runs cold, then hot. She was watching. And now she's letting me know she was watching.
"I look forward to seeing what other talents you have," she adds in a normal voice, then glides away, leaving a trail of lavender scent behind her.
The table is silent as everyone stares at me with looks ranging from pity to jealousy.
"You're a dead man," Harris finally says, shaking his head.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I mutter, but I'm already wondering if he's right.
As I stand to leave, my status window suddenly flashes before my eyes:
[NEW QUEST UNLOCKED]
Seduce a Noble's Daughter
Reward: 150 XP
Warning: High risk of getting caught. Failure may result in death.
"You've got to be kidding me," I whisper.
The system itself is trying to get me killed. Or is it pushing me toward some destiny?
Either way, the reward would definitely get me to Level 2 right away. The question is whether it's worth the risk.
I head to the library, my mind racing with possibilities and dangers. Lord Derek's house is turning out to be way more complicated—and dangerous—than I thought.
Between Rosalind's predatory interest, Elara's risky flirting, Derek apparently seeing everything, and this mysterious RPG system guiding me, I've landed in a situation where one wrong move could be my last.
But as I push open the heavy oak door to the library, I can't help feeling excited. If I play this right, I could gain power beyond anything I ever dreamed of back on Earth. And according to my status window, I'm already on my way.
The old librarian looks up from his desk, peering at me through glasses perched on his big nose.
"Ah, you must be the new slave," he croaks. "Good, good. I have tons of work for you."
As he starts explaining the cataloging system, I notice Elara in a far corner, pretending to read while watching me over her book. She catches my eye and slowly, deliberately licks her lips.
My status window flickers briefly:
[QUEST REMINDER]
Seduce a Noble's Daughter
This is going to be either the best decision I've ever made or the last mistake I'll ever make. Maybe both.