Transmigrated as Baron, Married with my Lovely Maid-Chapter 73

"Baron Atreus..."

A woman’s voice came from behind me.

I peeked over and saw Azalea was still leaning back on the sofa, her crotch spread wide.

Remains of my sperm and her love juice were still dripping from her pussy, which was still exposed from my previously repeated thrusts.

I don’t really remember which round it was, but I opened Azalea’s maid’s shirt so I could enjoy the warmth of her still-tight skin.

I sped up my cock, fucking her so hard on the sofa that she moaned uncontrollably, drenching the sofa with her sweat and love juices at the same time.

I even pulled her tied hair loose, tugging gently while thrusting.

It was natural for me to do so, as I’d been aroused by her calling my name while moaning continuously, and she was begging for me to fuck her harder.

I saw her staring at me with a wistful gaze and half-closed eyes.

Her breathing was steady, but it seemed slow and weak.

She was running out of stamina, and I knew it.

She was just trying to hide it.

"...I’m the winner of this competition...right?" Azalea forced a smile.

She said this even as she was still sitting slumped over, unable to sit up straight.

Even standing was difficult because her knees were still weak.

"Come on, Baron Atreus...I can take you to Ulrich Aerilus...I heard from Leysha that you want to find that person in...I don’t know...another world?" Azalea pleaded, her eyes sleepy.

Ah, that’s right.

Before I retired to this exclusive private room, I had asked Leysha to inform Azalea, and it turned out to be true.

Azalea did have information, or perhaps a close relationship with Ulrich.

"Is he your son, Azalea?" I asked.

"No... he’s the son of Duke Archer and his another beloved wife..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Oh..."

"...but I haven’t seen Ulrich in decades. The last time I saw him was with his mother when he was about ten years old...after that, I don’t remember..."

"Have you ever asked Duke Archer about Ulrich?"

"I have...but he didn’t give me a clear answer. He only said that Ulrich was in a faraway place, carrying out an important mission assigned by King Victor Dragomir."

And now I know what Duke Archer meant by that faraway place.

That faraway place refers to my world, which is indeed a different world, without magic like this one.

One statement that intrigued me was the fact that King Victor Dragomir was aware of my world, and even managed to deploy one of his loyalists, Ulrich Aerilus, to my world.

What drives him to deploy his loyalists to my world?

What was he looking for?

Was this one of Duke Archer’s tricks?

All these questions rang in my mind, but I couldn’t answer them with certainty.

"Baron Atreus... invite me... I’m the only one who knows him... I... know... his face... was in the painting in the... hall... and... HOAHM..."

Azalea yawned heavily, her face looking exhausted.

I just smiled at her exerting herself like that, then walked to the window and opened it.

The morning air immediately blew in, burying the scent of body sweat mixed with the scent of pussy’s lovely juice and my sperm.

A few minutes passed, and then I turned my face back to Azalea, who was now asleep.

It turned out she had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

"Heh... she’s asleep... so I’m the winner..."

A woman’s voice rang out again, still on the same sofa where Azalea had fallen asleep.

It turned out that Cecile was lying next to her, still lying limply next to Azalea.

Seeing Cecile lying naked with her hair messy reminded me of how wild and naughty she was that night.

Hearing her so aroused, I pulled off her sexy maid outfit, stripping off all her clothes and her short maid skirt until she was completely naked.

She rode my cock so hard, I could feel the skin of her crotch and thighs rubbing against mine, making me feel hot and passionate.

While riding my cock as I lay on the sofa, Cecile moaned so loudly and noisily that the sofa shook as if it were about to collapse.

I distinctly remember her screaming so loudly, her body shaking as I shot my sperm, filling her womb in my third round.

A few minutes later, she lay limp on the sofa, her pussy open, leaking out my sperm and her lovely juices.

Even now, after my third and final round of lovemaking, she’s still slumped on the sofa like that, staring at me with a wistful gaze and slow breathing.

"Baron Atreus... I know you want to kill that man named Ulrich... invite me... and I’ll cut his neck as fast as I can until... he doesn’t even realize his head been.....decapitated...heheheh..." Cecile said, sounding delirious, her eyes closed.

After only a few minutes, I saw her finally drift off to sleep from exhaustion.

Well, if they’re both asleep, it seems I won’t have to worry about choosing which woman will accompany me on my journey to my world.

I walked to the closet in the exclusive room and took out two blankets.

I carried the warm, luxurious blankets as I approached the sofa, then used them to cover Azalea and Cecile, who were still sleeping naked.

"Baron Atreus...you shouldn’t have had to go through that trouble."

A familiar voice rang out behind me.

I had just glanced back and couldn’t help but smile broadly.

Leysha was already dressed in a black robe over a white coat, her healer’s attire, and the golden staff of Lady Vermillion in her hand.

Unlike Azalea and Cecile, who were exhausted to the point of falling asleep, Leysha looked fit and refreshed.

Of course, I performed an intense ritual with Leysha.

In fact, compared to Cecile and Azalea, my ritual with Leysha was the most intense.

I remember last night, right after I performed the ritual with Azalea and Cecile, I immediately rushed over to Leysha.

My lust was at its peak, making me push Leysha onto the sofa, impatient to perform the ritual with her.

Leysha sensed my desire and gracefully removed her maid outfit, allowing me to see her sexy white skin, her large, firm breasts, and especially her tight, warm pussy.

I remember how hard I fucked her, to the point where I moaned so loud that Leysha’s moans were heard.

Ah, just remembering how long Leysha and I performed the ritual over and over again-up to eight times- made me smile proudly,

And as usual, Leysha was still fit and healthy, even more energetic because her body and soul were adapting so quickly to the intake of my magical sperm.

"Don’t worry, Leysha. Let them rest. We must hurry to our destination," I said.

"Understood, Baron Atreus. Oh yes... about the painting of Ulrich Atreus, I just received it from Alex. And yes... as Azalea said, the painting is indeed hung in the hall." Leysha pointed to the painting by the door of the exclusive room.

I walked slowly over to the painting and stared closely at it.

It was a young man, tall and stocky, but with a haughty expression, much like his father, Duke Archer.

The more I looked closely, the more his face seemed to resemble that of an elderly person.

Yet, I felt his face was familiar.

I even felt like I had met Ulrich before in my world, but I couldn’t remember exactly.

"Baron Atreus," Leysha called out to me, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Yes?" I asked, my gaze still fixed on Ulrich’s portrait, as did Leysha’s.

"...I feel like I’ve met him somewhere...not here...maybe in your world when I went there before, Baron."

"Heh...it turns out I’m not alone. You’re right, Leysha. I also feel like I’ve met this bastard..."

"Isn’t he...your ex-wife’s lover?"

"What...?"