"My lord shouldn't worry about such petty matters. Instead of that, how about we make love again♥" Anastasia's tone changed, and she clung to him seductively.
"But Ana..." He wanted to tell her to stop the woman came up with an ironclad reason again.
"Do you know how tough it was for me? The years you were asleep… lost to the world… I would come to your chamber. I would read to you. I would tend to your body, keeping your body clean, praying to any god that would listen for a sign".
Indeed, the woman did everything in her power to take care of him for all these years. Even though the body was in a vegetative state, it still remembered everything.
"Let me have this. Let me have you. Just for today. Let me feel you alive and whole."
What's the point of chivalry if he was not rescuing a damsel in distress every other Tuesday?
And thus another round of lovemaking started.
"Ahh~… Owah♥… right there. More… more… Ahh~ yes!!"
The sounds of meat slapping against each other sounded once again, and the locker room was filled with the fluids of their lovemaking.
THWACK… THWACK… Reinhardt explored Anastasia's body, causing her to make all sorts of sultry expressions. Just when he was about to finish, the latter spoke.
"My lord, please release it on my mouth." Immediately after that, she unmounted him, bent down, and swallowed his hot ejaculation that was covered in the slurry of their love into her mouth.
SPURT~ A great amount of dense white liquid was released. Some was swallowed by the maid, some dropped down from her throat, and some splashed on her face.
Reinhardt released everything, much to the delight of Anastasia.
"Fufu♥. Thank you, my lord" She licked the residue cum on her face.
Looking at her expression that was lost in pleasure, Reinhardt couldn't help but ask, "Do you also do that stuff for your husband?".
"No way, he doesn't like unconventional stuff. It's always the standard position with him, he has no preferences, fetishes, or eccentricities. It sometimes gets boring. This ring signifies a duty to a man I respect. The care I give to you is a duty to a man I am devoted to serving." Anastasia said with regret.
She then looked at the erect manhood in front of her and said with excitement.
"But my lord's is far better than my husband's. Not only is it bigger, but you are much more passionate when seeking me. What's more, you also indulge in all kinds of unconventional positions. Yours is simply the best".
She rubbed her face against his rod, taking in his thick musky scent.
After another unintentionally divine workout session, Reinhardt, now back in elegant noble attire, made his way toward the family's grand library to meet his father.
As one would expect of a duke's family, the Arcknight estate's library was less "room" and more "nation of books," rivaling the central library of the capital. His father, the Duke, preferred to conduct meetings there. Probably because it looked dramatic to give orders surrounded by mountains of knowledge.
On his way, however, Reinhardt's attention was snagged by a movement. A graceful figure turning towards the corridor ahead.
A blonde woman, regal and radiant, walked with the poise of someone born from gold and starlight. She wore a long, flowing light-blue gown trimmed with gold, hugging her upper body before cascading down like liquid silk.
The slit along the side of her skirt whispered of elegance... and mild distraction. A subtle crown rested upon her head, and a silver choker shimmered at her neck.
Her hair, slightly undone from an artful updo, framed her face in perfect imperfection. She looked like the living embodiment of divine royalty, the kind of person who would probably come with a soundtrack if this were a game cutscene.
Reinhardt's mind sifted through his inherited memories.
Verdia Arcknight, his stepmother. Second wife of Duke Arcknight. Beautiful, noble, and very clearly someone who considered Reinhardt less "stepson" and more "annoying tax deduction."
"Stepmother," Reinhardt greeted politely.
Verdia turned toward the sound, blinked once in visible displeasure, then let out the most elegant snort he'd ever heard before gracefully striding past him like he was a ghost stealing her air.
Reinhardt smiled awkwardly. From his memories, this wasn't new. Her disdain was practically part of the household schedule at this point. Still, he turned to continue his way when—
"Kyah!"
Verdia's sudden cry jerked his head around. Her foot had caught the edge of her gown, and before she could tumble, his body moved on instinct—his Divine Trait activating like a quick-time event.
[Celestial Harmony] — Description: Perfect synergy between body, mind, and spirit. Effect: Enhances reflexes, awareness, and decision-making under tension. Ideal for catching falling nobles and preventing property damage.
In less than a blink, Reinhardt was there, catching her mid-fall.
Unfortunately, divine reflexes didn't always mean divine aim.
Reinhardt realized too late that one of his hands had… landed somewhere it absolutely shouldn't have. What followed was a silence thick enough to smother planets until an accidental squeeze broke it like a bomb going off.
A soft gasp; no, a lewd sound effect escaped Verdia's lips before Reinhardt's brain reconnected to his body. He instantly released her and set her down like delicately.
"My lady, are you alright?"
Before she could speak, five shadows dropped from seemingly nowhere. Assassins, loyal to the Duke's household. Their presence slammed into the corridor like a wall of blades. All of them radiated the kind of power that could make ordinary knights cry.
"I'm alright," Verdia managed, turning crimson and reflexively crossing her arms over her chest. She stood, muttered something under her breath, and practically fled without a backward glance.
Watching her go, Reinhardt exhaled.
Then blinked.
"…She's lactating," he muttered absently.
It wasn't a guess just something he happened to notice. You don't hit level 10 in this world without your perception stats being beyond supernatural.
He sighed. "Of course. Because why not? Another day, another awkward divine misunderstanding."
Pushing the chaos out of his mind, Reinhardt made for the study.
At the entrance, a dignified old man awaited him. Silver-haired, sharp-eyed, and exuding the composed pressure of someone who'd once punched a dragon and won. Sebastian, his father's butler and longtime retainer, bowed slightly.
"Young master, the Duke is awaiting your presence."
"Good. Lead the way."
Reinhardt stepped forward, adjusting his collar and his expression.