The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 47

Marquis, born as the second son, wanted to live freely rather than crave the king’s seat. Because he had seen clearly how oppressed his older brother, the late crown prince, lived.

But it would be a lie to say he had never once thought about what it would be like if he became the next king. Besides, while studying abroad and living in another country, he also realized that not every king was like his father, Roland III.

Even so, he never expected his brother to come to harm and for him to become the crown prince.

Life was truly unpredictable.

Alfonso, who had been thinking over the mischievous question, continued, “Even so, I’ve never wished for Young Count Cedric to meet with an accident.”

“Oh my, what a dangerous person,” Marquis said, deliberately making a fuss. “Did I ask who wished for Cedric’s death? Saying no like that, but haven’t you actually wished for Cedric to die before?”

Color drained from Alfonso’s face in alarm. “Your Highness Marquis, I truly swear…!”

“It’s a joke. Why are you so startled? Like it’s real.”

Marquis kept teasing Alfonso to the end.

It was quite entertaining to watch Alfonso stiffen at the rude prank.

“There isn’t only one way for the second son to claw his way into the heir’s position, and it’s not only the first son’s death.”

“Please stop teasing me, Your Highness,” Alfonso said with a serious face.

“This is real, though. I know Cedric’s dirty little secret.”

At the words “dirty little secret,” curiosity rose on Alfonso’s face. A dirty little secret… it didn’t suit Cedric at all, the man who had not a single gap in him.

As if he’d read Alfonso’s thoughts, Marquis continued, “So? If you spend the night with me tonight, I might tell you that secret.”

Marquis brushed Alfonso’s thigh with his hand.

“It’s a special offer because I like you. Of course, the top is mine, though.”

Alfonso, who had been lost in thought about what Cedric’s dirty little secret could be, jolted at Marquis’s words and touch and sprang up from his seat.

“I-it seems it’s gotten very late, Your Highness. If you’ll permit me, I think I should take my leave now.”

“Hahaha. All right, all right. You must be tired, so go rest. Let’s have lunch together tomorrow.”

Unexpectedly, Marquis let Alfonso go with ease.

“Yes, Your Highness. I understand.”

Alfonso quickly fled.

He should’ve suspected it from the moment the crown prince started saying things like “ball-buddies” and all that.

Even if the king took male lovers, who would care, but Cedric, merely the son of a count, was different.

‘Crazy. Male lovers….’

If that came to light, it would be only natural for him to step down from the next count’s position.

But if the crown prince was, of course, the top, then does that mean Cedric did it as the bottom?

‘Considering his build and his looks, it does fit.’

Cedric was tall and well-built too, but the crown prince was closer to a giant. And Cedric’s appearance, not feminine at all, still looked rather pretty compared to the crown prince’s bold, strong features….

Alfonso’s head stayed tangled with this and that the entire time.

Before he knew it, the night at the royal palace passed in a daze.

***

And then, once again, the time for lunch with the crown prince arrived.

“Did you sleep well?”

At Marquis’s question, Alfonso replied mechanically, “Yes, Your Highness.”

Dark shadows lay heavily beneath his eyes.

“You’re leaving after the meal?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Stay longer, look around the palace some more. It’s a shame.”

“I’ve seen plenty, thanks to Your Highness’s consideration.”

Alfonso firmly refused the crown prince’s goodwill.

Marquis laughed as he watched Alfonso.

It seemed he’d misunderstood something badly, but it might be fun to leave it that way.

“There’s about a month left until the appointment ceremony. I’d like to attend if possible, but… I can’t give a definite answer yet.”

“If you’re busy, there’s no need to force yourself.”

Marquis laughed heartily again.

“You sound exactly like your brother. Making me feel disappointed.”

At the remark about disappointing the crown prince, Alfonso grew flustered again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way….”

“You may not know this, but not long ago, one of the royal family’s distant relatives was kidnapped.”

Marquis cut Alfonso off and explained the situation.

“They’re a distant relative, but still, we need to carefully examine which faction was involved, and I also have to be cautious. Whether I go or not, I’ll send word in advance, so keep that in mind.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

A kidnapping….

Alfonso, ever the gossip-lover, perked up at the private news from the royal family.

That was when it happened.

“Oh dear, you spilled some.”

The crown prince, seated at the head table, leaned forward and brushed Alfonso’s cheek with his finger.

“Aah!”

Startled, Alfonso leaned his upper body back, and his eyes caught the crown prince’s finger lightly smeared with steak sauce.

“Ah… thank you, Your Highness.”

A drop of sweat ran down Alfonso’s spine.

The situation was extremely awkward.

“Did you not sleep well? You don’t look so good.”

Fortunately, it didn’t seem he’d upset Marquis.

But when he saw Marquis bring the finger he’d withdrawn to his mouth and suck it, Alfonso’s longing for home grew desperate.

“If you’re not feeling well, you could stay a few more days….”

“I’m fine, Your Highness.”

At Alfonso’s immediate reply, Marquis let out his usual hearty laugh.

“Right, you look like you’ve already packed, so it’s better to move according to plan.”

Marquis watched Alfonso wipe the sauce he’d deliberately smeared with a napkin and smiled with satisfaction. In truth, Alfonso was probably wiping the spot his hand had touched.

Between the way he’d fled yesterday and the way he appeared today with hollow eyes, Alfonso’s amusing reactions made Marquis want to keep teasing him.

‘Even better if I were pinned beneath him.’

The younger brother of Cedric, who perfectly matched his ideal type, how could he not take interest?

They looked different, but their voices and way of speaking were similar, which only made it more arousing.

Alfonso clearly looked like the type who would only ever do it with ‘women’ and only in the ‘missionary position,’ and would categorize all other acts as ‘abnormal.’

Imagining being pinned down and looked down on by someone like that made Marquis, a pansexual and masochist, feel his back entrance grow wet.

“I should hurry and press for an investigation into the kidnapping case. It’s my ball-buddy’s appointment ceremony, after all. If possible, I should attend.”

Alfonso’s expression stiffened again. He wasn’t usually like this. Tsk.

“Yes… I’ll be looking forward to it, Your Highness.”

Seeing Alfonso finally give the correct answer, Marquis laughed to himself inwardly.

***

After finishing washing in the bathtub, Sheila wrapped herself in the large towel he’d taken out.

The towels maids used were small and thin, meant to be used quickly and dried quickly. Being wrapped head to toe in a thick towel different from those made her feel warm.

While she dried herself and picked up her maid uniform to put it back on, the water drained from the tub. Seeing the last of the water trickle away, Sheila naturally began cleaning.

Leaving a drained bathtub as it was would be neglect of duty for a maid. If moisture was left behind, scale would form.

‘But then… who cleaned this room on the first day…?’

There was no way the Young Count had cleaned it himself, and when she thought that someone else must have done it, a chill ran down her spine.

‘No, back then it was only on the table….’

Recalling her first day in this place, Sheila shook her head to herself.

In any case, this was the first time she’d used the bathtub.

After wiping the bathtub completely dry with a towel, Sheila walked over to the table where she’d worked for the second time, following last time.

On top of the table, the two mock cocks that had tormented her and the clips were scattered messily.

Not only that, liquids that had come from his body, passed through her mouth, and then settled on the table were splattered all over.

Forcing herself to look away from the cloudy droplets, Sheila first picked up the mock cock stained with her fluids and headed to the sink.

‘Where on earth did he get things like this?’

Sheila’s face flushed as she held the dildo.

Part of her wanted to break it beyond use so it could never be used again, but she didn’t have the courage to do that.

If she did that and he demanded compensation, it would be a disaster.

Since it was an item she’d never seen or heard of before, she had no way of estimating its price. The only thing she knew for certain was that it would be far beyond what she could afford.

As she washed the two grotesque objects with water, Sheila couldn’t help recalling the sensations they’d used to torment her.

‘Maybe I should’ve just taken the beating….’

She’d tried to console herself by thinking this was better than being beaten, but she was still conflicted.

Being tormented here was exhausting on a completely different level from having wounds left on her body.

Carefully making sure water didn’t get into the spring and string mechanisms, Sheila washed the dildos. She weighed taking a beating versus what happened in this place, but the conclusion didn’t come easily.

After rinsing them clean, Sheila wiped the dildos thoroughly with a dry cloth.

Then she washed the cloth and brought it back to the table along with the two dildos.

She lined the dildos up neatly on one side of the table, then used the washed cloth to wipe down the tabletop where she’d been tossed around.

The liquid wasn’t only on the table, but had also dripped onto the floor in a few places.

‘He really came a lot.’

Sheila crouched down to wipe the floor. At least there was no carpet. Removing stains from a carpet would’ve been twice as much work.

At that moment, a tall shadow fell from the direction of the open doorway.

“Cleaning?”

Cedric’s voice, gentler than usual, echoed out. For some reason, Sheila felt as if he was mocking her.

“Yes, Young Count,” Sheila answered briefly and formally.

After a short silence, the voice he spoke again was completely different from before.

“Stop and come out.”

“I’m done. Just the floor….”

As Sheila finished cleaning with the cloth in her hand, Cedric cut her off.

“I told you to wash and come out. Who told you to clean too?”