The Duke of Harrington Is Looking for Nanny - Chapter 10 (M)

“W-well, she always flaunts her chest! Shaking them around like she wants to be touched, no different from a w-whore. And she smiles and greets everyone she meets. I-I thought it was just me, but she does it to other guys too! What does that mean? It means she doesn’t care who it is! Sometimes her clothes are wet with m-milk, and even then, the nanny smiles lewdly as she greets people! Who wouldn’t get hard seeing her advertise herself, begging to be sucked!”

“…Other guys?”

“You can assume most of the guys in our servant quarters! Rumor has it that nanny is so horny she shakes her big tits at any man she sees! Even today, she wore something see-through and lewdly showed off her milk…!”

He didn’t need to hear any more. Aiden’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he pulled a small dagger from his coat, forced the servant’s mouth open, and sliced off his tongue in one swift motion. The servant’s face paled as he had been excitedly chattering. He collapsed, spitting blood, his pants darkening with blood. The severed tongue flopped in the bushes, twitching.

“Damn… I made a mistake…”

“Ugh! Ugh…!”

Aiden stared at the man, who was desperately trying to express his pain through a blood-soaked mouth, as if he were a bug. Murderous intent swirled in his face.

“First, I need to gouge out those filthy eyes. The thought of them seeing her is unbearable.”

Aiden’s dark eyes glinted in the moonlight behind his glasses. The servant’s eyes trembled like aspen leaves. He dragged his limp arms and legs towards the dense bushes, trying to crawl away. Aiden strode over and grabbed his hair.

“Guh-aaaaah!!!”

Without hesitation, Aiden plunged the dagger into the man’s eyes. Blood splattered everywhere, drenching Aiden’s face and clothes. Countless streams of blood poured from the servant’s mouth and eyes.

Soon, the servant’s thrashing body went limp. He had so much more to endure, yet he died so pathetically. Aiden stared down at the blood-soaked bushes with an indifferent expression. Soon, the butler appeared, carrying the corpse over his shoulder, and slowly disappeared into the forest path.

In the quiet forest surrounding the Duke’s estate, a crow cawed.

“Haa… crazy…”

Even after dousing himself in cold water until his lips turned blue, the man’s penis refused to subside. His mind was racing with thoughts of dealing with the filthy servant and the others who had gossiped about the nanny with him, but Aiden still couldn’t stop thinking about Bella. Her beautiful body flickered before his eyes.

Cursing under his breath, his trembling fingers fumbled with the buckle of his soaked pants. He gripped the edge of the bathtub where she had been sitting just moments ago, his hand slipping inside his underwear. His engorged penis sprang free, twitching as if ready to ejaculate.

“Kh…”

He gripped his penis. It was large and thick, barely fitting in his large hand. Aiden slowly stroked his penis, imagining the woman who had been in his arms just moments ago.

“Fuck…”

Just thinking about her made his pre-cum leak out. He couldn’t hold back any longer and knelt on the bathroom floor.

He had never masturbated like this before. Since Bella had come to the mansion, he had been doing things he had never done before. From books about women’s bodies after childbirth to books obsessively detailing women’s breasts, he read everything related to the nanny over and over again. All to know her, to know the woman named Bella.

“Hoo…!”

He had interviewed countless women over the past three months. Many were just as shy as her, and many had bigger and prettier breasts. Yet, he still couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t take his eyes off Bella’s breasts.

“Ha, hoo… aah…”

He endlessly denied that this was wrong. He had come to this mansion as an orphan and risen to the position of butler at a young age thanks to his talent and relentless effort. He couldn’t let a woman ruin his life’s work.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but notice the way she cradled the young master as if he were her own child. Her gentle smile made him swallow hard, and the sweet, savory scent emanating from her full breasts made his groin twitch uncontrollably.

“Kh, Nanny…”

A nanny, of all people. A woman with a dead husband and a baby. She was ashamed of breastfeeding another woman’s child, yet she flaunted her large breasts. Her nipples would stand erect lewdly, and her face would flush. She instinctively knew how to seduce a man. Enough to make a man who had only known work his entire life ache to touch her. She was too attractive.

“Khuk… Bella…!”

He couldn’t hold back any longer and called her name. His hips moved back and forth rapidly, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out. The thought of her tight, sticky hole melted his mind in an instant.

“Aaaah… Bella…!!!”

Imagining milk spurting from her lewd nipples, Aiden reached his climax. White fluid gushed from his glans. So much came out that the area around the bathtub was covered in white semen.

Aiden slowly stroked his penis with a dazed expression. His mind began to think about how to reorganize the servants again.

***

“Khut… hngh…”

A man’s moans drifted into the quiet bedroom. Bella struggled to keep her eyelids from drooping. Even though she could hear the sound of water falling, the man’s lustful voice sounded as clear as if he were pressing his lips to her ear.

“Haa, Nanny… Aah, Bella…!”

He called her name as if he were making love to her. Bella… Bella… It was a word she had never heard from his lips since the day of the interview. A sharp pain stung her chest.

What was he thinking right now? What was he thinking as he pleasured himself? What was the man who had just been holding and fondling Bella’s wet body imagining as he satisfied his desires?

Servants and servants. People who couldn’t even marry without their master’s permission because they were bound by contract. In an empire without slavery, they might as well be slaves.

“Bella…!”

Hearing his climactic cry, Bella felt a little sorry for Aiden. She wanted to be held by him. His hands felt good and treated her with care. Even though he had eyes similar to the lustful Baron, his actions were the complete opposite. His touch was infinitely gentle.

But if she was asked if she felt love, the answer was no. It was as if she had forgotten what love was in the first place. She had waited five years for the 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…?”

Had Bella loved that fiancé?

That was also a question she couldn’t easily answer in the affirmative.

***

Under the dark blue dawn sky, where faint light was rising, stood a man brushing back his hair, which was darker than the sky. It was Ricardo Harrington, the Duke of Harrington, the sword of the Empire, who was already in his late 30s. His height was close to 6’3″, and his body, which was made through thorough self-management, boarded the Duke’s carriage that was waiting in front of the Imperial Palace. His brow was deeply furrowed.

His aide, Jensen, stood behind him with his legs pressed together as if seeing him off.

“It’s a relief. You finally won.”

Jensen, whose eyes were dark with exhaustion after staying up for two days straight, smiled weakly. He truly thought the man before him was amazing. To protect the railway management rights against the Imperial family, the highest power in the Empire. It was something no one had expected.

Even the late Duke, who had first laid the train tracks in the central part of the Empire, had eventually worried that they would be taken away by the Imperial family. His superior had accomplished what everyone thought was impossible. The aide’s head bowed involuntarily.

“I’ve only just crossed one mountain. It’s too early to celebrate.”

Even as he said that, Ricardo unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, which was buttoned all the way to his neck, and let out a soft breath. Dealing with the Emperor and Empress, who were full of selfishness and jealousy, and the nobles who supported the Imperial family, was still tiring. He felt like his energy was being drained and his lifespan was being shortened. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought his lifespan had actually been shortened by a few years.

A luxurious cigar case appeared from the man’s coat. He offered one to Jensen, but he shook his head and declined. Ricardo placed the case on the small table and put a cigar in his mouth. He leaned back deeply into the plush sofa. Soon, the inside of the carriage was filled with thick smoke.

“Lady Meghan will nag me again.”

“She’ll understand.”

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

“Are you going straight back to the mansion?”

“…I should.”

“Please get home safely. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Jensen bowed politely and closed the carriage door. The coachman, who had received the signal, slowly began to drive the carriage.

Chapter 8

Ricardo pulled back the curtain and deeply inhaled the scent of his cigar, gazing out at the deserted capital city. The acrid smoke filled his lungs, gradually giving way to a liberating sensation that coursed through his body.

Clatter—clatter—

Ricardo’s eyes slowly closed in time with the carriage’s movements. The mental battle with the Emperor had kept him from eating properly for days. His body, sustained by willpower, was finally beginning to succumb to its limits, and a wave of drowsiness washed over him. Feeling the weight of his eyelids, he reached for the table to extinguish his cigar.

“……”

His blue eyes languidly opened. A flicker of red caught his gaze. The red jewel embedded in the left corner of the cigar case sparkled. A magic stone connected to one of the mansion’s secret passages. The room connected to this red jewel was…

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

The deceased Duchess Harrington’s bedroom. Or rather, now a nursery for the newborn infant?

The man’s blue eyes, now wide awake, remained fixed on the red jewel of the cigar case. Before the Duchess’s late pregnancy, this red light had flickered insistently, several times a day. It was as if it were flashing to flaunt the Duchess’s promiscuous life to the Duke.

‘I am the Duchess of Harrington! Ricardo Harrington! Your wife! Who else would look at their wife with such indifference! Who else! Who would treat me like I am less than a bug!’

The young lady, raised without want as the daughter of a Count, had scraped together all of her family’s money to marry the boy she had fallen for at first sight. She gave the Harrington Duchy what it needed most—capital for a new railroad business—to secure the young Duke, who was not even of age. But to young Ricardo, it was nothing more than a hostage. It felt like a dirty commodity in a contract that could not be sugarcoated with words like love or a political marriage.

‘I believe I made it clear. What you bought with your investment was marriage to me, not me. And if you treated me like cheap baggage, you should have been prepared to be treated as such yourself.’

The Duke’s expression hardened as he recalled the forgotten past. This red jewel reminded him of that woman’s red hair. So unpleasant.

Ricardo stared at the case, the cigar between his fingers, until the Harrington Duchy’s carriage arrived in front of the mansion. Only the Duke and the butler, Aiden, knew about the secret passage in the mansion that connected to the far right room on the second floor. Even if the newborn infant had inherited that woman’s blood, the child could not even crawl yet, let alone lure someone in. Then the only one left was…

“The nanny……”

The woman who was the nanny of his second son? Ricardo brought the cigar to his lips and took a deep drag. Acrid smoke billowed up again, filling the carriage. The man, who had been watching the cigar burn down to its end, leaving only a hazy smoke, slowly turned his head.

Whoa—whoa— The coachman’s voice soothed the horses. At the same time, the carriage stopped vibrating. The man, who had been watching the burnt-out cigar, leaving only a hazy smoke, slowly turned his head.

Click— The mansion’s ornate front door was visible through the opened door. In front of it stood the butler, neatly dressed in a suit, bowing his head. Water dripped from his damp hair. Ricardo stared intently at him.

He had heard that Aiden had been working until dawn since he had entrusted all the mansion’s affairs to him. That was why he had deliberately not given any notice of his arrival. Ricardo thought that Aiden must have just finished washing up after finishing work when he received a call from his aide, and stepped out of the carriage.

“Jensen did something unnecessary.”

“……I will take your coat.”

“It’s alright. Go inside and rest.”

Ricardo entered the mansion, catching a faint scent of the bathroom. The central hall of the mansion, which he had not visited in about two days, was still spotless. It was easy to conclude that he could leave the housework to the butler and the Young Duke as it was. To focus on the affairs of the Imperial Palace and the railroad business, he would also pass on other minor tasks to the Young Duke. Ricardo walked up the stairs, wondering when his son’s academy graduation was.