Chapter 5 - Talking After S*x

Watching the maid gather her clothes and carefully wash the sperm from her vagina, Luther cleansed his body with warm water. Wrapping himself in a towel, he left for the bedroom.

Opening the wardrobe in the room, Luther took out a white shirt and paired it with black pants. To complete the outfit, he donned a matching black vest.

Standing before the full-length mirror in the room, he ran a hand through his black hair, slicking it back, then narrowed his green eyes and smiled in satisfaction.

Once everything was ready, Luther took one last look at himself in the mirror before leaving the bedroom. He then moved to the sitting room and settled comfortably into a chair.

After waiting for a short while, the maid who had helped him bathe arrived, standing behind him with a flushed face.

"What is your name?" Luther asked, turning his head to look at the maid behind him.

"Elenor," the maid replied, avoiding eye contact by lowering her head.

Gesturing to the chair across from him, Luther said, "Come, sit across from me," then added, "Let's talk for a bit."

In response, Elenor politely refused, saying, "Thank you, sir, but it may not be appropriate for me to sit with you."

"It's fine. Do as I say!" Luther insisted, leaving her no choice.

Reluctantly, Elenor sat down in the chair across from Luther. She felt guilty, believing that by allowing him to do as he pleased earlier, she had betrayed her own body.

Although they had no children yet, Elenor had a happy marriage with her husband. But today, for the first time, she had cheated on him and was filled with deep regret.

Before marrying her husband, she had had a few flings, but after their marriage, she had become a virtuous woman.

"I can see that you regret it. Haven't you ever been with someone else before?" Luther asked, noticing the remorse on Elenor's face.

Feeling as if she was being seen as a cheap woman, Elenor furrowed her brows and responded in an irritated tone, "Since I married my husband, I have not been with anyone else."

"What about before you married your husband? Who were you with then?"

Luther continued questioning her, not only aiming to extract useful information but also to amuse himself by irritating her.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't have to answer that question," Elenor replied, knowing that Luther was a respected knight but refusing to comply with his every command.

"I see," Luther said with a smile, then continued, "Thank you for helping me in the bath. I was very pleased."

Seeing the smile on Luther's face and remembering what had happened in the bath, Elenor blushed and looked away in silence.

Finding her reaction rather cute despite her age, Luther said, "I hope you will continue to assist me."

Remaining unresponsive to Luther's insinuation, Elenor firmly stated, "There won't be a next time!"

Luther remained indifferent to her response and asked, "What is your husband's name? If I see him, I'd like to greet him and tell him that his wife is excellent in bed."

Hearing Luther's threat, Elenor immediately stood up, exclaiming angrily, "You can't do that! You forced me into having sex!"

"Did I? Then why didn't you stop me? Why did you cooperate and move your hips in sync with mine? Am I remembering it wrong?" Luther asked, enjoying her reactions.

"I... I didn't do that! You forced me!" Elenor insisted, now feeling a tinge of fear.

She loved her husband. If he found out she had been with another man, she had no idea what she would do.

'I have to stop him from telling anyone!' she thought to herself while looking at Luther's still-smiling face.

Noticing the desperation in Elenor's eyes, Luther glanced down at his lap and opened his arms, signaling her to come closer.

Reluctantly, Elenor sat on Luther's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked into his green eyes. "Please, don't tell anyone about what happened today," she pleaded.

Looking into her brown eyes, Luther stroked her brown hair with one hand while the other traced her lips.

"Don't worry. As long as you do what I say, I won't tell anyone!"

Enchanted by Elenor's mature beauty and curvaceous body, Luther decided that this wouldn't be just a one-time pleasure.

Yielding to Luther's blackmail, Elenor let out a reluctant "Hm" as an acknowledgment.

"Now tell me, who is your husband?" Luther withdrew his hand from her hair and wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

"If I know who your husband is, I can act more seriously around him and make sure he doesn't find out about our relationship," Luther reasoned with her.

Somewhat convinced by his logic, Elenor thought, 'It's already a secret anyway,' and let go of her hesitation, saying, "The one who brought you here, Commander Oliver, he is my husband!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Luther burst into laughter, his face displaying genuine surprise.

Hearing Luther's laughter, Elenor's face showed an expression of pain, and she remained silent with her head lowered.

After a short moment, Luther stopped laughing and, sensing Elenor's sorrowful state, lifted her chin with his hand, making her look at him.

Now face to face, Luther said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," before pressing a kiss to her lips.

Feeling the softness of his lips, Elenor thought to herself, 'Sometimes he is merciless, and other times he is so considerate,' and did not resist his kiss.

Seeing her remain silent, Luther kissed her again, this time deepening it and sucking on her lower lip.

With time to spare until Baron Shield's dinner invitation, Luther saw no harm in spending it with a beautiful woman.

As he squeezed Elenor's soft buttocks while devouring her lips, Luther thought to himself, 'Sorry, Oliver,' with amusement.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Knight Luther, Baron Shield invites you to dinner."

Hearing her husband's voice, Elenor jumped in Luther's lap, quickly stood up, and stood still with a flushed face.

"Alright, I'll be there shortly," Luther called out as he stood and adjusted the collar of his shirt.

"Ahh!"

Immediately after, Luther gave Elenor a firm slap on the buttocks, making her let out an involuntary moan.

"Is there a problem, Knight Luther? Are you alright?"

Standing outside the door, Oliver had heard something unusual from inside and was trying to find out what was going on.

"No problem. I just hit my foot on the table."

Making up an excuse on the spot, Luther looked at Elenor's angry face and walked toward the door.