The Duke of Harrington is looking for a nanny - Chapter 3.7

“It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault…!”

“It’s not your fault?”

“Yes. That’s right! Nanny! Nanny seduced me!”

Behind the huge mansion, on the way to the servants’ quarters, there was a side road on the left. It bordered a thick forest. There, the Duke’s butler, who had listened to the servant’s sordid excuses, gritted his teeth.

“How did she seduce you?”

“My nanny told me to come at dawn because she’ll be wearing these, these, these racy clothes! Come and see me in those clothes! She whispered to me as she got into the carriage!”

“Then why didn’t you get in?”

“That, that’s it! If you come in, the, the master will wake up, that, Ba, look outside and tell me what you’re like, yes! That’s what he said!”
He wanted to pull out the tongue that was talking nonsense. But that didn’t cover up his mistake. The men he had sent out when he left were two servants and a groom. He could tell when Lady Megan and Bella were in the clothes shop how much they had chewed and spat on them. Aiden tried to keep his composure and took a breath.

“Has your nanny ever seduced you?”

“Yes…?”

The servant swallowed and looked around. As he grabbed him by the throat, he acted as if he was going to strangle him at any moment. But the butler’s tone softened, as if he had been taken in by the apology. The servant’s heart swelled with the hope that if he spoke well, he might get out alive.

“Yes, of course! He’s well known among us!”
“Well-known…?”

The confident servant continued. Not noticing the warmth fading from Aiden’s dark eyes.

“Oh, you always walk around with your breasts out! You’re no different than a prostitute who’d do anything for a man’s touch. On top of that, you greet me with a smile every time we meet. I thought it was just me, but it’s the same with other guys! What does that mean? It means every guy is fine! Sometimes my clothes get soaked with breast milk and even then the nanny greets me with a lecherous smile! What man wouldn’t be happy if she advertised for me to come wash her breasts?

“Other men?”

“You can think of them as most of the guys in our servant’s quarters! It’s rumored that the nanny gets so horny that she shakes her big breasts whenever she sees a man! Today she’s wearing a transparent outfit and lewdly breastfeeding… …! Kheuk!!!”
It was no longer worth listening to. With cold eyes, Aidan drew a small dagger from his chest. He opened the servant’s mouth and cut out his tongue with a single stroke. The servant’s face, which had been chattering excitedly, turned pale. Blood spurted from his mouth and the servant’s trousers turned dark as he sank to the ground. The tongue that had lost its master fell to the bushes and flapped.

“Ha… … I can’t believe I made such a mistake… … .”

“Ugh! Ugh… … !”

He looked at the man, who cried out in pain with his mouth wide open and covered in blood, with a killer expression on his face.

“First I have to dig out those dirty eyes. I can’t help but get angry when I think of that sight.”

Behind his glasses, Aiden’s black eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The servant’s eyes trembled like aspens. He began to crawl towards the bush-covered path, dragging his limp hands and legs. Aiden watched him. He walked over to him and grabbed his hair.
“Eeeeek!!!”

Without hesitation, Aiden stabbed the man in the eye with the dagger. Blood spurted everywhere, soaking Aiden’s face and clothes. Countless drops of blood flowed from the servant’s mouth and eyes.

Not long after, the servant’s body, which had been trembling, became limp. There was still something left to endure. And yet it went on so uselessly. Aidan looked down at the red-stained grass with an indifferent face. Soon the butler, carrying the corpse on his shoulder, entered the forest path.

The cry of a crow rang out in the silent forest that surrounded the house of the Duke.

“Haa… … crazy… … .”

Even though his lips were soaked in cold water that was turning blue, the man’s penis didn’t go down easily. Even though his mind was spinning fast, thinking about the dirty servant and the guys who would fuck the nanny with him. Aiden was still thinking about Bella. Her beautiful body flashed in front of him.
The tips of his fingers trembled as he unbuckled his clammy trousers, chewing on the curse. He clings to the bathtub where he had just sat with her, his hand slipping into his underwear. His veiny penis twitched as if it were about to burst and release its seed.

“Big… …”

He grabbed my penis. It was so big and thick that even a man’s large hand could barely hold it. Aiden slowly stroked the penis, thinking of the woman who had been in his arms just a moment ago.

“Fuck, foot… …”

Just thinking about it made Cooper’s fluids flow. He couldn’t hold it in any longer and knelt on the bathroom floor.

He had never masturbated like this before. Since Bella had come to the mansion, he had done many things he had never done before. From books about the body of a woman who has given birth and how it changes, to books that obsessively describe women’s breasts. He read and reread everything that had to do with the nanny. Just to get to know her, the woman called Bella.

“Phew!”

He had been interviewing for almost three months and had seen countless women. There were many who were as shy as she was, and many who had bigger and prettier breasts than hers. But he still couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t take his eyes off Bella’s breasts.
“Ha, hoo… … , ahh… … .”

He denied it endlessly, saying that it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was an orphan, but he had to work hard and use his talent to become a servant in this mansion and become a butler at a young age. He couldn’t ruin his life’s work with just one woman.

Still, I couldn’t help but keep my eyes fixed on the hands that held the little Lord, as if they were his own mother’s, having given birth to him with her stomach aching. My mouth continued to water at the gentle smile, and my lips twitched as if they were convulsing at the fragrant scent emanating from her ample breasts.

“Okay, Nanny… …”

On the subject of nannies. On the subject of a dead husband and a baby. She was embarrassed to be breastfeeding someone else’s baby, but she shook her large breasts. She raised her nipples obscenely and blushed. She knew how to seduce men by instinct alone. She was so attractive. She made a man, who only knew how to work like a stone, desperate to touch her.

“Ugh… … Bella… …!”

He finally called out her name as if he couldn’t stand it any longer. His hips moved quickly back and forth, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out. The man’s mind, thinking of her hole that would be stuck to him so tightly, melted away in an instant.

“Ahhhh… … Bella… …!!!”

Aiden climaxed as he imagined her slutty nipples bursting with milk. White fluid gushed from his glans. There was so much of it that the whole of the area around the tub was covered in white cum.
Aiden slowly ran his eyes over my penis with a dazed expression. His mind began to think about how to get the servants under control again.

*

“Hmph… … , huff… … .”

A man’s groan drifted into the quiet bedroom. Bella tensed her eyelids, which kept dropping. Even though she could hear the sound of water dripping, for some reason the man’s lustful voice sounded clear, as if he was pressing his lips against her ear.

“Haa, Nanny… … . Aaah, Bella… … !”

He called her name as if he were making love to her. Bella… … Bella… … It was a word I hadn’t heard in his voice since the day of the interview. My chest tightened with pain.

What is he thinking right now? What is he thinking as he consoles himself? What on earth is the man, who just a moment ago embraced and trampled on Bella’s wet body, imagining as he relieved his own desires?

Servants and servants. People who are bound by contract and cannot even marry without their master’s permission. In an empire without slavery, they might be no different from slaves.

“Bella… !”

Bella felt a little sorry for Aiden after hearing the climax. She wanted to hug him. His hands felt good and he treated her preciously. Although his eyes were similar to the Viscount’s, full of desire, his actions were the exact opposite. His hands were infinitely soft.

But if you asked if she felt love, it wasn’t. She seemed to have forgotten what love was. She had waited five years in solitude for her fiancé, who had left her alone, but she wondered why he had become her fiancé in the first place. And why she had waited five years.
“love……?”

Did Bella love her fiancé?

This was another question that was not easy to answer in the affirmative.

*

Under the dark blue sky of the dawn, with a faint light rising, there stood a man, his dark hair swept back even darker than it was. He was the Sword of the Empire, Duke Ricardo Harrington, already in his late thirties. He stepped into the carriage of the Duke’s family that was waiting outside the palace, nearly 190cm tall and with a beautiful body built through thorough self-management. He had many wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Behind him, his aide Jensen crossed his legs as if to say goodbye.

“Thank God. You finally won.”

Jensen said. He had dark circles under his eyes from staying up for two days straight. He really thought the man in front of him was amazing. Defending the rights to run the railway against the Imperial Family, the highest power in the Empire. No one could have expected that.

Even the previous duke, who had been the first to lay the railway in the central part of the empire, had been afraid that the emperor’s family would eventually have control over it. The one who had done what everyone thought was impossible was his superior. The assistant dropped his head unwillingly.
“We have only just climbed a mountain. It’s too early for happiness.”

As he said this, Ricardo took a deep breath. He unbuttoned his shirt, which was fastened around his neck. Dealing with the Emperor, the Empress and the nobles who supported the Imperial family, who were full of selfishness and jealousy, was exhausting. He felt as if his energy was being drained and his life shortened. He might not know it, but his life expectancy must have been shortened by several years.

A luxurious cigar case appeared in the man’s arms. He offered Jensen one, but Jensen shook his head and declined. Ricardo set the case down on the makeshift table and put one of the cigars in his mouth. He leaned back on the soft sofa. Soon the carriage was filled with thick smoke.

“I suppose Lady Megan will have another go at it.”

“I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Of course, you’ll have to listen to the nagging. The valet grabbed the handle of the carriage door.

“Going straight to the mansion?”

“That’s right.”

“Take care of yourself on your way home. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jensen greeted him politely and closed the door. The coachman, who had received the signal, began to move the carriage slowly.

Ricardo opened the curtains and looked out at the empty capital, inhaling deeply the scent of the cigar. The pungent smell filled his lungs and gradually a feeling of liberation flooded his body.

Coming soon- Coming soon-

In time with the movement of the carriage, Ricardo’s eyes gradually closed. He had not eaten properly for several days because of the fight with the emperor. His body, which had been holding on by sheer mental strength, was finally beginning to accept its limits, and he was suddenly beginning to feel sleepy. He reached for the table to extinguish the cigar he was smoking, feeling his eyelids grow heavy.

“… … .”
Blue eyes opened lazily. Red light flickered and formed in his eyes. The red jewel embedded in the left corner of the cigar case sparkled. A magic stone connected to one of the secret passages in the mansion. The room that was connected to this red jewel.

“The room on the far right of the second floor… …”

It had been the dead Duchess’s bedroom. Was it now the bedroom of a newborn baby?

The man’s blue eyes, fully awake, never left the red jewel of the cigar case. Before the Duchess became pregnant with her late child, this red light would flash several times a day, asserting itself. It seemed as if it was shining to show the Duke the woman’s promiscuous sex life.

I am the Duchess of Harrington! Ricardo Harrington! Your wife! Who would look at his own wife with such a lack of concern? Who would treat me like a bug!

The girl who had grown up without any lack as the daughter of a Count had scraped together all the money of the family to marry the boy with whom she had fallen in love at first sight. This was to provide the duke’s family, who were starting a new railway business, with the necessities of life and to keep the duke’s young lord, who was not yet of age, in his service. To young Ricardo, however, she was no different from bait. She felt like a dirty contract product. She could not be wrapped up in words like love or arranged marriage.
I think I said it clearly. What you bought with the money you invested was a marriage to me, not me. And if you treated me like cheap luggage, you should have expected to be treated that way.