The extent of the situation I had embroiled myself in occurred to me as the servant left the room. Walking around in disguise was one thing, and even working in tandem with other servants was not a huge challenge, but helping a girl in the bath was an incomparable risk, especially since I couldn’t just beat a hasty retreat if I got discovered. Marianne was predominantly a healer, but she was still strong enough to defeat me easily.
“Concentrate,” I murmured to myself, slapping myself on the cheek for good measure. I could have escaped by dashing out while muttering some kind of excuse, but that would have meant missing out on the experience, which had the potential to be even more than watching Cornelia and Helga together. I needed power, and I needed it as quickly as possible.
Decision made, I dashed towards the corner that held the towels. I needed to change into an appropriate attire before Marianne’s arrival, it would be a disaster if she caught me naked. I dressed faster than I ever did in my life, and soon I was wrapped with two layers of towels, with some scraps strategically scrunched up to my chest, and another towel even tighter around my waist to prevent an accident. Then, just for a good measure, I applied another layer of magical disguise on my face.
But a look at the mirror told me that my disguise wasn’t convincing enough without a long, flowing skirt to hide my features. I needed something to obscure the view.
A glance around the room gave me the answer. A set of heated stones, with a bucket of water next to it. I quickly dashed there, and poured a cup of water upon the stones, turning them into a hot cloud of steam. I hit another snag when I poured the second cup, barely wisps coming out of the stones. They weren’t hot enough!
I didn’t have enough time to heat them through the traditional manner, so I reached for my magical abilities. I drew as much as mana I could handle, and tried to shove it into the stone while trying to keep the concept of heat in mind. Another flicker of steam left the stone, but that was it. The second and the third attempts ended up the same, leaving me gasping in a sudden state of exhaustion, since more than a third of my was mana spent, the result of lacking an appropriate skill.
[-70 Mana]
Luckily, slowly heating up a stone was the simplest task that could be done through fire magic, and I had already read enough to have a conceptual understanding of it. After spending another third of my mana, the room was filled with a thick layer of steam.
Not a moment too soon either, since just as I finished dumping the last cup of water and had moved to the location I was supposed to wait for Marianne, the door opened, and a figure that was starting to get more and more familiar with each passing day stepped into the room. She said nothing, not even looking at me other than a passing glance, and walked towards the seat. She was wearing a simple dress that left her arms naked, again blue.
I smiled at another lucky turn. In the traditional noble approach, Marianne paid no attention to a servant, just moved in her usual manner, and expected to be served, and as long as I continued to serve her, there would be no issue.
She stood next to the wardrobe that held her stuff, and waited. Following my instructions, I walked behind her, and started untying the strings of her clothes. The strings were tied in a complicated knot, but following the earlier directions, I managed to untie them without any issues. She raised her arms, and I pulled the dress off.
Only for my eyes to feast upon her naked back, supported by a glimpse of her beautiful breasts due to my superior height. She turned enough to send a glance at me, and I turned immediately to properly fold and hang her dress, thereby avoiding eye contact.
[+2 Subterfuge]
My mistake didn’t merit more than a second of interest. When I turned back, she was already walking towards the bath, her naked ass swaying attractively with each step, the thick layer of mist making the scene even more seductive. I moved forward to fulfill the next set of instructions, so that I was already next to the bath when she arrived. I presented my hand, and she grabbed it as she slowly lowered herself into the bath, the bubbly water hiding her spectacular body from my view.
[+100 Experience]
I was doing my best to act natural while following the instructions, trying to avoid her attention as much as possible. I pulled the wine bottle from the icy bucket that was resting, and filled her glass with it, then filled a second glass with the cold water from the pitcher.
Then, I chose to deviate from the instructions. The old maid had expressly underlined that the water glass should be placed closer to her lady than the wine glass, as she had a tendency to reach the nearest glass while distracted by the warmth of the bath, which was why I placed the wine glass in that spot instead. The drunker she got, the less attentive she would become.
Still, I held my breath as she reached for it. Luckily, she neither commented on it, nor did she look askance at me as she sipped from the glass. When she placed the glass back in its place, she rose in the tub, just enough to give another glimpse of her breasts. She then sank back into the water after putting it in place, but as a side-effect, my towel was starting to get uncomfortably tight.
The next few minutes passed in silence, where she rested in the embrace of the medicinal water, with her eyes shut and occasionally reaching for the wine glass for another sip. Since she was keeping her eyes wide shut, I saw no risk in tweaking the situation a bit more, and started topping up her glass whenever she placed it back down, making her think that she was still on her first glass.
[Achievement: Intentional Impairment. Sneakily engineer a sexy situation with alcohol to reduce the risk to yourself. +400 Experience, +1 Intelligence. +1 Agility]
“Wash me,” she said after several minutes of silence, a moment after the achievement appeared in my field of vision, the slight slurring of her voice aligning with the conclusions drawn by the system.
I was ready with a soft bath glove on my right hand. When she raised her right arm, I started to caress her skin. My attention was fully on her body, but for a change, for business purposes rather than trying to enjoy her nudity. My enhanced capabilities were helpful in reading her micro-expressions, ensuring that, when I finished rubbing her arm, I had a solid idea about the optimal pressure and strength I had to apply.
And it worked even better than I could have hoped for, since when I had finished with her left arm and moved on to her shoulders her moans had a suspiciously lively quality that reminded me of the unique moment I had the pleasure of witnessed in the library. The fact that I kept constantly refilling her glass shouldn't be a surprise either, though with both my hands occupied, I had to start using telekinesis to do it. It was difficult to do without using my hands to guide the spell, but I managed to do it successfully.
[+100 Experience]
“Are you feeling alright, milady,” I whispered, intentionally breaking another direction the old maid had given me. Never to address her without being addressed first. She just hummed in satisfaction, and I smirked, happy with the level of mellowness she achieved. I could move onto the next stage of my plan.
My hand started to follow a wider route as it went back and forth on her shoulders, first massaging her collarbone with the gentle caress of the bubbles from high-quality soap. With each repeat, the range widened, until I was caressing the edges of her breasts which caused her to stiffen slightly. It was an unconscious reaction and she was still moaning calmly with her eyes closed.I chose to take that as a warning to let things cool down a bit.
“Do you want me to rub your feet, milady?” I asked as my hands returned to safer territories. “I am educated in various techniques to increase relaxation.” No words left her mouth, but her murmur was a clear indication of approval.
“Would you like me to place a hot towel on your face, milady?” I added. “It’s treated with the herbs, and it will increase the effectiveness of the massage.”
I realized that I was starting to drift into dangerous waters when she opened one eye and looked at me. I brought up the capabilities of my subterfuge skill to the full extent and gave the impression of a young and demure maid, trying to make her mistress happy. It must have been successful, because she nodded instead of blasting me with a combat spell, which would be the inevitable result if she started to suspect my disguise. She might be the calmer and merciful one of the pair of lesbian lovers, but I would be the first to admit that catching me in this situation would warrant it.
I grabbed a towel, and gently pushed a sliver of energy to warm it, being extremely careful because neither did I want to alert her, nor did I want to risk burning the towel with my amateurish fire magic. Once I made sure that it was warm enough, I sprinkled it with some of the perfumed water that was placed next to the bath, and placed it over her eyes.
Having ensured that she would not be looking at me, I moved onto the other end of the bath and gently pulled her right foot out of the water. I sat on the floor with my feet gathered under me, preventing any possibility of an accidental reveal, and pulled her foot upon my lap before pressing both thumbs on her soles, and started…
The moan that escaped her surprised me, though from her expression, I wasn’t the only one being surprised. Her hand twitched towards the towel as she blushed, but she chose to reach for the wine instead of pulling off the towel, thereby obscuring her expression.
It was interesting that she tried to hide her reaction from a ‘maid’, though it was likely because there was no hiding the source of her moan but if she wanted to act like it never happened, I was happy to oblige. I restarted the massage, and she just laid on her back, enjoying the massage, but this time she held on to the glass of wine.
That provided an interesting challenge, continuously delivering the massage while using my telekinetic ability smooth enough to slowly refill the glass without making her notice any unbalancing. I actually had to create a magical platform, allowing the wine to slide silently without causing a splash as she continued drinking.
The pleasure combined with the alcohol-induced haze had some more interesting effects on her. A moan escaped her mouth as I continued to rub her foot, barely loud enough to be heard. Her hand rose once more, but this time in a more purposeful manner. I felt alarmed when I felt the sudden rush of magic, but relaxed when it took the now-familiar form of silencing field. Though, without an anchor, the ward displayed limited effectiveness, something I had noticed when I heard her next moan, only partially muffled.
Moreover, it was amusing that she thought it would be effective, because even if her voice had been masked completely, there was no hiding her facial expressions, which exposed her enjoyment as effectively as any moans could have. I turned my attention from her face to her body, my hands continuing their jobs on autopilot.
It didn’t take long for her body to add another dimension to her displays of arousal. Her back arched nicely, which made her breasts peek through the bubbles, and the view of her wet soapy tits was spectacular! Her enjoyment was a reward in and of itself, though I couldn’t say that I didn’t appreciate the bonus that came as a result.
[+200 Experience]
I chose that moment to finally switch to the other foot. The moment I noticed Marianne reaching for her towel, I lowered my eyes, but continued to watch her from the corner of my eye, noticing that she was examining my face before sighing. She clearly thought that I hadn’t noticed her rather enthusiastic enjoyment of my massage. I was willing to bet that the only reason she thought that was my supposed identity as a servant, who were, to her mind, stupid enough to miss the implications. Or at least, she was willing to believe that in her confused state.
I restarted the massage, and she put the towel over her eyes once again, and her back was arching immediately after, once again treating me with the amazing view of her breasts. Her moans soon restarted, each louder than the previous one. The fact that she started trembling in a manner that could not be mistaken for anything other than a climax caught me by surprise. I certainly wasn’t expecting her feet to be that sensitive.
From her total loss of control as the orgasm raced through her body, I was willing to believe that she wasn’t aware of that particular nugget as well. Which made sense if her sexual experience came only from Cornelia. She was too meek to instigate such a thing on her own, and Cornelia distinctly lacked the personality to do something as subservient as paying attention to another's feet.
It was convenient that Marianne was busy trying to catch her breath, because I had another thing that deserved my attention.
[+200 Experience]
[Achievement: Magnificent Massage. Trigger a rather unique rush of pleasure through a safe-spot massage. +400 Experience, +1 Precision. +1 Perception]
Level UP!
[Select one of the following skills: Basic Fire Magic, Basic Speech, Basic Concealment]
Earning yet another level was an amazing feeling. It was a pity that I couldn’t talk to anyone about it, as I probably broke the school record by gaining four levels in less than four days.
While patting my own back was enjoyable, I had more important concerns to address, such as which skill to choose. Common sense recommended Fire Magic, the most destructive school of magic, always in favor in combat applications -which was a lot considering the monster-filled state of the world- but direct assault didn’t have any value in my current situation. No, I needed something to reinforce my approach, which was already paying amazing dividends, like Speech for example.
Luckily, I was in the perfect position to test my newly acquired skill, with a target that wad most susceptive, her mind addled with pleasure and alcohol. “Milady, could you raise your leg a bit more, so I can move onto your calves?” I prompted her.
She didn’t even pause as she raised her leg. Unfortunately, it didn’t give me a sudden burst of improvement. Probably because she was far too gone to actually consider the implications of something like that. Still, while the loss of opportunity to enhance my skills was a letdown, her explicit permission to her body was more than enough compensation.
[+200 Experience]
[+1 Subterfuge]
I slowly started to massage her calves, stretching the moment to enjoy the sight of her breasts, but that proved to be a mistake. Her sensitivity there turned out to be much less than her feet, and even worse, drunk with my own achievement, I was late to notice that detail. “That’s enough,” she called as she pulled off the towel from her face.
“But, mistress-” I started, another mistake as she instantly cut me off.
“Don’t talk back to me, peasant,” she said sharply, her anger flaring in an instant, excessive even for a noble. She was trying to compensate for her earlier loss of control, though even discounting her situation, her anger was as threatening as that of a mouse. She stood up, uncaring of her nudity, her whole body glistening with droplets, begging me to push her down and teach her about the subtleties of disrespect. Soon…
She stepped out of the bath, stopping only to lean down and pick up the water glass, and since her back was turned towards me, I got an amazing view of her moist pussy that was puffed up in arousal. I had to cross my legs, because at that moment even the emergency towel I had used started to fail.
[+100 Experience]
Then she walked towards the small pit with a drain, that was readied with several buckets of warm water. I dashed faster than her, and when she arrived, I was already there, doing my best to give the impression of a meek servant, scared due to her display of anger.
[+1 Subterfuge]
It seemed to have worked, as her expression turned her usual dismissive one, though she wasn’t good enough to hide an expression of relief from my eyes, clearly happy that her enjoyment from a servant’s hands went unremarked.
With her crisis of anger resolved, the rest of the activities flowed without another notable event. She opened her arms, and I wrapped a fluffy towel around her body, which, unfortunately, cut the amazing view I had been enjoying, then I accompanied her to her bedroom, where the old maid was waiting for us, jumping up her feet the moment she heard the door opening. I let her take over from there, not wanting to get away from the concealing presence of the steam, afraid to reveal a certain very important detail about my anatomy.
The moment the door was closed, I dashed towards the dressing area, and put the disguise around as quick as I could manage. Which proved to be a good decision, as before I could disappear, the door opened once more, and the old maid entered the room, walking towards me with purposeful steps.
“Didn’t I tell you that she was to have only a glass of wine,” she said sharply, though I could see that her anger lacked passion, almost monotone.
“I’m sorry,” I said, putting a slight hitch to my voice, indicating distress. “But the mistress asked me to, and I couldn’t…” I said, letting my words trail off.
[+1 Speech]
“It’s okay,” she said exasperatedly after examining me for a while, mercy clear in her eyes. “But be more careful the next time,” she added.
“The next time?” I said, this time, my surprise was completely honest.
“Yes, the next time,” the old maid said with a slight nod. “My mistress indicated that your service was adequate, and she wants you as her bath attendant,” she said.
I froze. Luckily, it was a natural reaction for my current personality as well, which gave me a couple of seconds to examine the opportunity. The safest thing to do was to inform her that it was my last day at the university, and I was being transferred back to the family estates of the family I had been serving, but I had to weigh my safety against continued access to Marianne’s sweet naked body…
“That would do,” I said, quickly coming up with a lie. “I’m usually free in the evenings, so as long as I get an early enough warning, I should be able to manage this. Though that would be the only thing I can do since I have my own charge to attend to as well.”
“You already have a mistress?” she asked suspiciously “But you are not wearing any house colors.”
“There’s a reason for that,” I quickly explained. “I’m a servant of house Gaius.”
“Gaius?” she repeated in confusion. “There is no current student from House Gaius,” she murmured in confusion before her face lit up in realization. “Unless you’re serving the Mule,” she said, her pity towards me mixing with a clear dismissal.
That dismissal towards my real identity might have made me angry if she wasn’t the enabler for the amazing time I had just spent. “Yes, though mostly I work undercover to do the things he's supposed to.”
“Why?” she asked.
“It’s the only way the school would allow him to keep him employed,” I said. “The house is far enough to be isolated from any casual rumors, and the fact that their heir is working in the Silver Towers despite his Abnormal status allows them a modicum of pride.”
[+2 Speech]
“It’s a pity,” she commiserated, but not really caring about the intricacies of my situation. “But it’s your lucky turn, because if you keep the mistress happy, I’m sure that she would eventually make you a part of her household. You certainly kept her satisfied tonight.”
I barely kept myself from cackling against her eerily accurate statement about what happened behind the closed doors. “Whatever the mistress pleases,” I said, playing the part of the dutiful servant.
“Good. Then where can I find you?” she asked.
“I usually bustle all around the place during the day, and I have a small room outside of the walls,” I quickly explained, trying to find a reason for my indiscoverable state during the day. “But you can pass a note to the young master when he is in the library, and he will pass it on to me. He is a sweetheart on things like that.”
[+2 Speech]
“Okay,” she murmured after a moment of confusion, making me glad that I had picked speech as my new area of expertise. I doubted that the web of bullshit I weaved would have stuck otherwise. “But always make sure to check with him at sunset. The mistress prefers to have her baths in the evening, you can’t miss any of them.”
[Achievement. Unintended Uniform. Find a job that brings unique side benefits under a fake identity without aiming to. +2 Charisma. +300 Experience]
“Thank you for the opportunity,” I said as I bowed, though it was to hide my thirsty smile.
“Good, now, drain the bath and scrub the floors before leaving,” she said, before turning back and leaving. I didn’t complain, because it gave me an excuse to train the flexibility of my telekinesis, not to mention
I was going to have so much fun at my new job…
[Level: 5 Experience: 10920 / 15000
Strength: 6 Charisma: 12
Precision: 8 Perception: 9
Agility: 7 Manipulation: 10
Speed: 6 Intelligence: 8
Endurance: 8 Wisdom: 17
HP: 175 / 175 Mana: 130 / 280 ]
SKILLS
[Advanced Subterfuge (40/50)
Basic Arcana [25/25]
Basic Speech 5/25 ]
The extent of the situation I had embroiled myself in occurred to me as the servant left the room. Walking around in disguise was one thing, and even working in tandem with other servants was not a huge challenge, but helping a girl in the bath was an incomparable risk, especially since I couldn’t just beat a hasty retreat if I got discovered. Marianne was predominantly a healer, but she was still strong enough to defeat me easily.
“Concentrate,” I murmured to myself, slapping myself on the cheek for good measure. I could have escaped by dashing out while muttering some kind of excuse, but that would have meant missing out on the experience, which had the potential to be even more than watching Cornelia and Helga together. I needed power, and I needed it as quickly as possible.
Decision made, I dashed towards the corner that held the towels. I needed to change into an appropriate attire before Marianne’s arrival, it would be a disaster if she caught me naked. I dressed faster than I ever did in my life, and soon I was wrapped with two layers of towels, with some scraps strategically scrunched up to my chest, and another towel even tighter around my waist to prevent an accident. Then, just for a good measure, I applied another layer of magical disguise on my face.
But a look at the mirror told me that my disguise wasn’t convincing enough without a long, flowing skirt to hide my features. I needed something to obscure the view.
A glance around the room gave me the answer. A set of heated stones, with a bucket of water next to it. I quickly dashed there, and poured a cup of water upon the stones, turning them into a hot cloud of steam. I hit another snag when I poured the second cup, barely wisps coming out of the stones. They weren’t hot enough!
I didn’t have enough time to heat them through the traditional manner, so I reached for my magical abilities. I drew as much as mana I could handle, and tried to shove it into the stone while trying to keep the concept of heat in mind. Another flicker of steam left the stone, but that was it. The second and the third attempts ended up the same, leaving me gasping in a sudden state of exhaustion, since more than a third of my was mana spent, the result of lacking an appropriate skill.
[-70 Mana]
Luckily, slowly heating up a stone was the simplest task that could be done through fire magic, and I had already read enough to have a conceptual understanding of it. After spending another third of my mana, the room was filled with a thick layer of steam.
Not a moment too soon either, since just as I finished dumping the last cup of water and had moved to the location I was supposed to wait for Marianne, the door opened, and a figure that was starting to get more and more familiar with each passing day stepped into the room. She said nothing, not even looking at me other than a passing glance, and walked towards the seat. She was wearing a simple dress that left her arms naked, again blue.
I smiled at another lucky turn. In the traditional noble approach, Marianne paid no attention to a servant, just moved in her usual manner, and expected to be served, and as long as I continued to serve her, there would be no issue.
She stood next to the wardrobe that held her stuff, and waited. Following my instructions, I walked behind her, and started untying the strings of her clothes. The strings were tied in a complicated knot, but following the earlier directions, I managed to untie them without any issues. She raised her arms, and I pulled the dress off.
Only for my eyes to feast upon her naked back, supported by a glimpse of her beautiful breasts due to my superior height. She turned enough to send a glance at me, and I turned immediately to properly fold and hang her dress, thereby avoiding eye contact.
[+2 Subterfuge]
My mistake didn’t merit more than a second of interest. When I turned back, she was already walking towards the bath, her naked ass swaying attractively with each step, the thick layer of mist making the scene even more seductive. I moved forward to fulfill the next set of instructions, so that I was already next to the bath when she arrived. I presented my hand, and she grabbed it as she slowly lowered herself into the bath, the bubbly water hiding her spectacular body from my view.
[+100 Experience]
I was doing my best to act natural while following the instructions, trying to avoid her attention as much as possible. I pulled the wine bottle from the icy bucket that was resting, and filled her glass with it, then filled a second glass with the cold water from the pitcher.
Then, I chose to deviate from the instructions. The old maid had expressly underlined that the water glass should be placed closer to her lady than the wine glass, as she had a tendency to reach the nearest glass while distracted by the warmth of the bath, which was why I placed the wine glass in that spot instead. The drunker she got, the less attentive she would become.
Still, I held my breath as she reached for it. Luckily, she neither commented on it, nor did she look askance at me as she sipped from the glass. When she placed the glass back in its place, she rose in the tub, just enough to give another glimpse of her breasts. She then sank back into the water after putting it in place, but as a side-effect, my towel was starting to get uncomfortably tight.
The next few minutes passed in silence, where she rested in the embrace of the medicinal water, with her eyes shut and occasionally reaching for the wine glass for another sip. Since she was keeping her eyes wide shut, I saw no risk in tweaking the situation a bit more, and started topping up her glass whenever she placed it back down, making her think that she was still on her first glass.
[Achievement: Intentional Impairment. Sneakily engineer a sexy situation with alcohol to reduce the risk to yourself. +400 Experience, +1 Intelligence. +1 Agility]
“Wash me,” she said after several minutes of silence, a moment after the achievement appeared in my field of vision, the slight slurring of her voice aligning with the conclusions drawn by the system.
I was ready with a soft bath glove on my right hand. When she raised her right arm, I started to caress her skin. My attention was fully on her body, but for a change, for business purposes rather than trying to enjoy her nudity. My enhanced capabilities were helpful in reading her micro-expressions, ensuring that, when I finished rubbing her arm, I had a solid idea about the optimal pressure and strength I had to apply.
And it worked even better than I could have hoped for, since when I had finished with her left arm and moved on to her shoulders her moans had a suspiciously lively quality that reminded me of the unique moment I had the pleasure of witnessed in the library. The fact that I kept constantly refilling her glass shouldn't be a surprise either, though with both my hands occupied, I had to start using telekinesis to do it. It was difficult to do without using my hands to guide the spell, but I managed to do it successfully.
[+100 Experience]
“Are you feeling alright, milady,” I whispered, intentionally breaking another direction the old maid had given me. Never to address her without being addressed first. She just hummed in satisfaction, and I smirked, happy with the level of mellowness she achieved. I could move onto the next stage of my plan.
My hand started to follow a wider route as it went back and forth on her shoulders, first massaging her collarbone with the gentle caress of the bubbles from high-quality soap. With each repeat, the range widened, until I was caressing the edges of her breasts which caused her to stiffen slightly. It was an unconscious reaction and she was still moaning calmly with her eyes closed.I chose to take that as a warning to let things cool down a bit.
“Do you want me to rub your feet, milady?” I asked as my hands returned to safer territories. “I am educated in various techniques to increase relaxation.” No words left her mouth, but her murmur was a clear indication of approval.
“Would you like me to place a hot towel on your face, milady?” I added. “It’s treated with the herbs, and it will increase the effectiveness of the massage.”
I realized that I was starting to drift into dangerous waters when she opened one eye and looked at me. I brought up the capabilities of my subterfuge skill to the full extent and gave the impression of a young and demure maid, trying to make her mistress happy. It must have been successful, because she nodded instead of blasting me with a combat spell, which would be the inevitable result if she started to suspect my disguise. She might be the calmer and merciful one of the pair of lesbian lovers, but I would be the first to admit that catching me in this situation would warrant it.
I grabbed a towel, and gently pushed a sliver of energy to warm it, being extremely careful because neither did I want to alert her, nor did I want to risk burning the towel with my amateurish fire magic. Once I made sure that it was warm enough, I sprinkled it with some of the perfumed water that was placed next to the bath, and placed it over her eyes.
Having ensured that she would not be looking at me, I moved onto the other end of the bath and gently pulled her right foot out of the water. I sat on the floor with my feet gathered under me, preventing any possibility of an accidental reveal, and pulled her foot upon my lap before pressing both thumbs on her soles, and started…
The moan that escaped her surprised me, though from her expression, I wasn’t the only one being surprised. Her hand twitched towards the towel as she blushed, but she chose to reach for the wine instead of pulling off the towel, thereby obscuring her expression.
It was interesting that she tried to hide her reaction from a ‘maid’, though it was likely because there was no hiding the source of her moan but if she wanted to act like it never happened, I was happy to oblige. I restarted the massage, and she just laid on her back, enjoying the massage, but this time she held on to the glass of wine.
That provided an interesting challenge, continuously delivering the massage while using my telekinetic ability smooth enough to slowly refill the glass without making her notice any unbalancing. I actually had to create a magical platform, allowing the wine to slide silently without causing a splash as she continued drinking.
The pleasure combined with the alcohol-induced haze had some more interesting effects on her. A moan escaped her mouth as I continued to rub her foot, barely loud enough to be heard. Her hand rose once more, but this time in a more purposeful manner. I felt alarmed when I felt the sudden rush of magic, but relaxed when it took the now-familiar form of silencing field. Though, without an anchor, the ward displayed limited effectiveness, something I had noticed when I heard her next moan, only partially muffled.
Moreover, it was amusing that she thought it would be effective, because even if her voice had been masked completely, there was no hiding her facial expressions, which exposed her enjoyment as effectively as any moans could have. I turned my attention from her face to her body, my hands continuing their jobs on autopilot.
It didn’t take long for her body to add another dimension to her displays of arousal. Her back arched nicely, which made her breasts peek through the bubbles, and the view of her wet soapy tits was spectacular! Her enjoyment was a reward in and of itself, though I couldn’t say that I didn’t appreciate the bonus that came as a result.
[+200 Experience]
I chose that moment to finally switch to the other foot. The moment I noticed Marianne reaching for her towel, I lowered my eyes, but continued to watch her from the corner of my eye, noticing that she was examining my face before sighing. She clearly thought that I hadn’t noticed her rather enthusiastic enjoyment of my massage. I was willing to bet that the only reason she thought that was my supposed identity as a servant, who were, to her mind, stupid enough to miss the implications. Or at least, she was willing to believe that in her confused state.
I restarted the massage, and she put the towel over her eyes once again, and her back was arching immediately after, once again treating me with the amazing view of her breasts. Her moans soon restarted, each louder than the previous one. The fact that she started trembling in a manner that could not be mistaken for anything other than a climax caught me by surprise. I certainly wasn’t expecting her feet to be that sensitive.
From her total loss of control as the orgasm raced through her body, I was willing to believe that she wasn’t aware of that particular nugget as well. Which made sense if her sexual experience came only from Cornelia. She was too meek to instigate such a thing on her own, and Cornelia distinctly lacked the personality to do something as subservient as paying attention to another's feet.
It was convenient that Marianne was busy trying to catch her breath, because I had another thing that deserved my attention.
[+200 Experience]
[Achievement: Magnificent Massage. Trigger a rather unique rush of pleasure through a safe-spot massage. +400 Experience, +1 Precision. +1 Perception]
Level UP!
[Select one of the following skills: Basic Fire Magic, Basic Speech, Basic Concealment]
Earning yet another level was an amazing feeling. It was a pity that I couldn’t talk to anyone about it, as I probably broke the school record by gaining four levels in less than four days.
While patting my own back was enjoyable, I had more important concerns to address, such as which skill to choose. Common sense recommended Fire Magic, the most destructive school of magic, always in favor in combat applications -which was a lot considering the monster-filled state of the world- but direct assault didn’t have any value in my current situation. No, I needed something to reinforce my approach, which was already paying amazing dividends, like Speech for example.
Luckily, I was in the perfect position to test my newly acquired skill, with a target that wad most susceptive, her mind addled with pleasure and alcohol. “Milady, could you raise your leg a bit more, so I can move onto your calves?” I prompted her.
She didn’t even pause as she raised her leg. Unfortunately, it didn’t give me a sudden burst of improvement. Probably because she was far too gone to actually consider the implications of something like that. Still, while the loss of opportunity to enhance my skills was a letdown, her explicit permission to her body was more than enough compensation.
[+200 Experience]
[+1 Subterfuge]
I slowly started to massage her calves, stretching the moment to enjoy the sight of her breasts, but that proved to be a mistake. Her sensitivity there turned out to be much less than her feet, and even worse, drunk with my own achievement, I was late to notice that detail. “That’s enough,” she called as she pulled off the towel from her face.
“But, mistress-” I started, another mistake as she instantly cut me off.
“Don’t talk back to me, peasant,” she said sharply, her anger flaring in an instant, excessive even for a noble. She was trying to compensate for her earlier loss of control, though even discounting her situation, her anger was as threatening as that of a mouse. She stood up, uncaring of her nudity, her whole body glistening with droplets, begging me to push her down and teach her about the subtleties of disrespect. Soon…
She stepped out of the bath, stopping only to lean down and pick up the water glass, and since her back was turned towards me, I got an amazing view of her moist pussy that was puffed up in arousal. I had to cross my legs, because at that moment even the emergency towel I had used started to fail.
[+100 Experience]
Then she walked towards the small pit with a drain, that was readied with several buckets of warm water. I dashed faster than her, and when she arrived, I was already there, doing my best to give the impression of a meek servant, scared due to her display of anger.
[+1 Subterfuge]
It seemed to have worked, as her expression turned her usual dismissive one, though she wasn’t good enough to hide an expression of relief from my eyes, clearly happy that her enjoyment from a servant’s hands went unremarked.
With her crisis of anger resolved, the rest of the activities flowed without another notable event. She opened her arms, and I wrapped a fluffy towel around her body, which, unfortunately, cut the amazing view I had been enjoying, then I accompanied her to her bedroom, where the old maid was waiting for us, jumping up her feet the moment she heard the door opening. I let her take over from there, not wanting to get away from the concealing presence of the steam, afraid to reveal a certain very important detail about my anatomy.
The moment the door was closed, I dashed towards the dressing area, and put the disguise around as quick as I could manage. Which proved to be a good decision, as before I could disappear, the door opened once more, and the old maid entered the room, walking towards me with purposeful steps.
“Didn’t I tell you that she was to have only a glass of wine,” she said sharply, though I could see that her anger lacked passion, almost monotone.
“I’m sorry,” I said, putting a slight hitch to my voice, indicating distress. “But the mistress asked me to, and I couldn’t…” I said, letting my words trail off.
[+1 Speech]
“It’s okay,” she said exasperatedly after examining me for a while, mercy clear in her eyes. “But be more careful the next time,” she added.
“The next time?” I said, this time, my surprise was completely honest.
“Yes, the next time,” the old maid said with a slight nod. “My mistress indicated that your service was adequate, and she wants you as her bath attendant,” she said.
I froze. Luckily, it was a natural reaction for my current personality as well, which gave me a couple of seconds to examine the opportunity. The safest thing to do was to inform her that it was my last day at the university, and I was being transferred back to the family estates of the family I had been serving, but I had to weigh my safety against continued access to Marianne’s sweet naked body…
“That would do,” I said, quickly coming up with a lie. “I’m usually free in the evenings, so as long as I get an early enough warning, I should be able to manage this. Though that would be the only thing I can do since I have my own charge to attend to as well.”
“You already have a mistress?” she asked suspiciously “But you are not wearing any house colors.”
“There’s a reason for that,” I quickly explained. “I’m a servant of house Gaius.”
“Gaius?” she repeated in confusion. “There is no current student from House Gaius,” she murmured in confusion before her face lit up in realization. “Unless you’re serving the Mule,” she said, her pity towards me mixing with a clear dismissal.
That dismissal towards my real identity might have made me angry if she wasn’t the enabler for the amazing time I had just spent. “Yes, though mostly I work undercover to do the things he's supposed to.”
“Why?” she asked.
“It’s the only way the school would allow him to keep him employed,” I said. “The house is far enough to be isolated from any casual rumors, and the fact that their heir is working in the Silver Towers despite his Abnormal status allows them a modicum of pride.”
[+2 Speech]
“It’s a pity,” she commiserated, but not really caring about the intricacies of my situation. “But it’s your lucky turn, because if you keep the mistress happy, I’m sure that she would eventually make you a part of her household. You certainly kept her satisfied tonight.”
I barely kept myself from cackling against her eerily accurate statement about what happened behind the closed doors. “Whatever the mistress pleases,” I said, playing the part of the dutiful servant.
“Good. Then where can I find you?” she asked.
“I usually bustle all around the place during the day, and I have a small room outside of the walls,” I quickly explained, trying to find a reason for my indiscoverable state during the day. “But you can pass a note to the young master when he is in the library, and he will pass it on to me. He is a sweetheart on things like that.”
[+2 Speech]
“Okay,” she murmured after a moment of confusion, making me glad that I had picked speech as my new area of expertise. I doubted that the web of bullshit I weaved would have stuck otherwise. “But always make sure to check with him at sunset. The mistress prefers to have her baths in the evening, you can’t miss any of them.”
[Achievement. Unintended Uniform. Find a job that brings unique side benefits under a fake identity without aiming to. +2 Charisma. +300 Experience]
“Thank you for the opportunity,” I said as I bowed, though it was to hide my thirsty smile.
“Good, now, drain the bath and scrub the floors before leaving,” she said, before turning back and leaving. I didn’t complain, because it gave me an excuse to train the flexibility of my telekinesis, not to mention
I was going to have so much fun at my new job…
[Level: 5 Experience: 10920 / 15000
Strength: 6 Charisma: 12
Precision: 8 Perception: 9
Agility: 7 Manipulation: 10
Speed: 6 Intelligence: 8
Endurance: 8 Wisdom: 17
HP: 175 / 175 Mana: 130 / 280 ]
SKILLS
[Advanced Subterfuge (40/50)
Basic Arcana [25/25]
Basic Speech 5/25 ]
