Why suddenly talk about Benjamin?

She did have <A Night at the Immoral Temple> in her quarters. But unless she was crazy, she didn’t have the guts to look at that during work hours.

And moreover, how would Nicholas know about Benjamin’s identity? It made no sense.

“How do you know about Benjamin, Your Excellency?”

“Of course I know. So you’re trying to go to the stables now?”

He says he knows, but what’s this about stables?

Nicholas was increasingly saying nonsensical things. Rarien tilted her head, unable to understand.

“It’s useless to go there. I bought all the horses there with money.”

He had intended to just buy Benjamin, but ended up buying all the horses in the stable just in case.

If Benjamin wasn’t available, as they say, any port in a storm. She might choose another horse.

It was a filthy story he didn’t even want to imagine, but of all things, the woman he gave his virginity to turned out to be a pervert. What could he do but embrace it?

For a month he tried everything to forget, but unable to, he came all the way here in frustration. He had to accept reality and deal with it. There was no other choice.

It hurt his pride terribly, but if it had to be a substitute, he wished it was Nicholas instead of Benjamin.

“Why on earth are you talking about stables and horses?”

“Why are you asking me? You know better than I do.”

“…I’m asking because I don’t know.”

“Why are you so greedy?”

Nicholas raised his voice.

“You can be open-minded, and even if you’re a hopeless pervert, that’s one thing. But you should only indulge in desires you can handle. It’s so tight that even I can barely fit, yet you have no conscience at all?”

“What are you saying? I’m sorry, but… I wish you’d speak in a way I can understand.”

They seemed to be speaking the same language, but they weren’t communicating at all.

It was strange.

“Giving you the benefit of the doubt, I can accept doing it while riding a horse, though it’s dangerous, and though I want to die of shame, I can even make horse noises while saying ‘f*ck’… If you like being on all fours, I can even imitate that posture. But please, let’s stop there.”

“What???”

“There’s a limit to what I can embrace. I absolutely won’t allow getting injured.”

What is he talking about having s*x? Even while spouting incomprehensible words, Nicholas looked very serious.

“If you really can’t stand it, I’ll find a doctor for you to get serious treatment.”

The more I heard, the more confused I became.

What treatment is he talking about? What do horses have to do with anything? Why does he keep saying strange things?

Of course, Nicholas Reinhart’s p*nis was as big as a horse’s c*ck… but other than that, there was no connection, was there?

Seeing him rambling, he didn’t seem to be in his right mind.

“Anyway, the stables are off-limits. It’s useless to go there. You’re banned from entering. Remember that.”

“I’m not going to the stables. I’ve never been there and have no intention of going. I really have no interest in horses at all. I’m really just going to my quarters. So please let me go, okay?”

“Can you swear by the Goddess Arne for everything you just said?”

“Yes. I’ll swear.”

“Well, anyway, the stables are off-limits.”

“Ah, why are you really doing this? I said I’m going to my quarters…!”

Rarien burst out uncharacteristically.

Even a cornered mouse will bite a cat. She was about to lose her temper after hearing about the stables for the umpteenth time. She had explained, even sworn, but Nicholas remained stubborn. It felt like talking to a wall.

Rarien took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She had no interest in stables anyway. There seemed no point in arguing further.

“Did you just get angry at me?”

“I-I’m sorry. You kept insisting… I got upset for a moment.”

“Alright. I’ll let you go to your quarters as you wish. But if you’re sorry, let’s go together.”

“Together? Why?”

“Escaping is your specialty, isn’t it? I’m a busy person too. And we’re not even done with work yet. I need to be able to trust you.”

Nicholas still seemed to be in a state of deep distrust.

“I’ve prepared quarters in this building in advance, so move all your personal belongings here.”

“What? That’s a bit…”

“Or do you want to sleep together in my room? We’ll have a lot of work for a while. If that’s more comfortable, we can do that.”

“…No.”

There’s no way. Sleeping with such an eccentric superior. It seemed like work would continue even while sleeping.

Color drained from Rarien’s face.

“Don’t get any strange ideas. My assistants have always stayed in quarters in the same building as me for work convenience. Andrei did too, and you’re no exception.”

“……”

“I’m asking nicely, but don’t misunderstand. This isn’t a request, it’s an order.”

Nicholas Reinhart might be a perfect son of God, but as a superior, he was the worst.

***

While Rarien was gathering her belongings in the bathroom, Nicholas stood in her bedroom. If someone saw this scene, they would surely say strange things, but it was well into working hours now, so no one was in their quarters.

There was also a regular event at the chapel today. Everyone would be gathered there.

Waiting in front of the door would draw more attention. He couldn’t let her in alone because he didn’t know what she might do, so he had insisted on coming in.

“……”

That aside. The room was a complete mess.

Nicholas looked around with clouded eyes. By Nicholas Reinhart’s standards, Rarien Claude’s room had no semblance of order whatsoever.

“Haah….”

What kind of person is she?

Being in a dirty space made his head throb instinctively. So he had to clean it. This was a matter of survival.

Nicholas, unable to stand the filth, started cleaning bit by bit. Originally, he didn’t need to clean as a person of noble birth, but Nicholas liked cleaning.

Whether it was bathing or cleaning. The satisfaction of making something dirty clean was priceless, something money couldn’t buy.

Moreover, he extremely hated having others touch his things, so he preferred to do it alone.

‘Do flowers bloom even in polluted soil?’

Don’t bother with clumsy decorations, just clean the room first.

Nicholas sighed deeply, looking at the pretty flower pot that didn’t match the barren environment.

The desk was a mess too, and the bedding was especially coiled up just as it had been left after sleeping.

Leaving the room without making the bed. This was unthinkable in Nicholas Reinhart’s book.

There was something like a novel tucked under the pillow. Does this woman, a grown adult, not know how to separate reading space from sleeping space? Of course, he had momentarily gone crazy and had s*x all over the office, but… s*x was an exception, wasn’t it?

From Nicholas’s perspective, who obsessively assigned purposes to all spaces in normal cases, this was an incomprehensible aspect.

As Nicholas was tidying Rarien’s bedding, he picked up the book as if entranced.

Yesterday, she seemed quite intelligent despite appearances. He was also curious about her reading preferences.

<A Night at the Immoral Temple>

Speaking of preferences.

It was a childish title that could only be viewed with blurred eyes. Nicholas opened the book and skimmed through the contents inside.

A feast of embarrassing text unfolded. Above all, what caught his eye was….

[“Goddess, I am your dog.”

“Benjamin. Come here.”

When Benjamin approached as if bewitched by the Goddess’s gesture, a click- the leash was fastened.

“And what does a dog do?”

“Do as the Goddess commands.”

“Bark.”

“Woof.”

“Good. That’s a good boy.”

Being praised. It felt amazing.

Benjamin decided to become a lewd puppy solely for the Goddess.

“Goddess, would you grant me the honor of licking your sacred p*ssy?”]

…Who on earth is Benjamin?

It was obsc*ne content, and perhaps due to his mood, the name Benjamin seemed particularly prominent.

I should take this and do some research. It seemed necessary to conduct an in-depth investigation into the mental state of the woman named Rarien Claude.

Hopefully, it’s just words. A lewd puppy solely for the Goddess? This in itself… isn’t it problematic in its own way?

As he was gathering the book and tidying up the bedding.

Thud–.

A strange object fell from under the pillow. Made of solid glass, it was something anyone could recognize at a glance… a model p*nis.

Moreover, on the handle.

[BIG NICKI♡]

Big Nicki♡…?

This strange name even had a heart written next to it.

Wait a minute. Nicki, Nicki is….

[To my ill-mannered Nicki]

The last time he heard that word was in a letter sent by his mother, the Duchess of Reinhart.

…So it’s referring to me?

What on earth does this mean? A wry smile scattered across his lips.

Crash–!

At that moment, a loud noise came from the bathroom entrance. It was because Rarien Claude, who was coming out with her belongings, froze upon seeing what Nicholas was holding.