I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Chapter 64: Nostalgia

The Wolf estate consists of four wings.

The north, south, east, and west wing, all interconnected through spiralling pathways.

You can get to whichever wing through the others, but not everyone is allowed to move through certain wings as they please.

From the little information Ben had garnered from the twins, his own accommodations were in the west wing, where he had woken up, and that building also serves as the accommodations for special guests of the estate, consisting of just four other rooms.

The east wing was the staff quarters, segmented to both the male and female sides, and also divided by rank and seniority.

The north wing serves as reception for guests and important meetings, gatherings, festivities, or balls. And right behind it is the training arena, though Ben had never been.

Ben Dover was currently in the south wing, the accommodations of the duchess and her direct households, a place he was taken to on the first day he arrived here.....

But since he had been taken through several pathways between other wings of the estate to reach it the first time, now going through the front, it felt to him like he’d never been here before.

Faerwyn moved through a beautiful pathway of polished white stone leading to the building in front, her ass cheeks clapping rhythmically, round bottom and curvy waistline, swaying side to side provocatively as she made her advance.....

Both her maidservants followed from a distance, far enough not to intrude, and close enough to respond if called upon.

The greenery surrounding them was beautifully trimmed, glowing and adorning their path from the warm rays of sunlight. It was hard to believe the estate was going through financial troubles judging from how organized everything was.

The only evidence that Ben had seen so far about the dire status of the estate was in the servings of food he had received.

And in hindsight, it does make sense that everything still ran smoothly, since more than half of the male servants don’t receive payments at all.

Which was also true for some of the female servants, since even before this era of male castration began, slavery and servitude for varying reasons had been quite common, judging by the twins’ tone when they spoke about it.

But for someone like Ben from a modern world, it wasn’t something he was necessarily comfortable with. But he wouldn’t go out of his way to advocate against it either since that’s not what he was here for, and he was by no means a hero with some type of righteous superiority complex.

In the course of chasing his passions, many had even dubbed him an asshole, some beat him up, while others even tried to kill him. And one finally succeeded.

The only truths to Ben’s existence were his goals in life, and his love for women. Still, he tries to do his best every day to be the best version of himself he could be.

Ben Dover was someone who always enjoyed the moment, and right now, the view ahead of him was simply too delightful to entertain any other thoughts.

Deep down, Ben hoped greatly that Faerwyn asking him to follow along would lead to what he was hoping for. To actually see her change into those panties.

His plans were already in motion, though he wasn’t sure Faerwyn fully understood his intention when he told her he had to personally take the measurements of his would-be clients.

That part was non-negotiable, because the sole purpose for starting his panty business was to get into the panties of other noble ladies.

It might come off as outrageous to most of the ladies that Ben had to take their measurements, but to get their hands on the Hardwood panties.....

Hardwood Ben Dover ’must’ personally take measurements for proper sizing.

This was Ben’s plan to quickly grow stronger and lengthen his life span limit.

The fact that Faerwyn hadn’t shown much outward reaction when he had mentioned this point was actually quite surprising to Ben, but he was glad since that just made things much easier.

She had stated she would introduce the product to her friends, which was just perfect as that’s exactly what Ben hoped for.

A duchess would certainly not have ordinary friends. There’s no greater connection to female nobility than a duchess, aside from the queen herself. Or maybe this world’s hierarchy might be different; Ben wasn’t entirely sure yet.

"Stop dawling and come inside."

Faerwyn voiced from the large double-door entrance of her massive south wing mansion, both stationed male guards at the entrance with triangular brands on their foreheads, bowing respectfully as she made her way in.

However, as soon as Ben began to pass through, their expressions towards him transformed to one of obvious contempt, which took him by surprise.

"The fuck’s their problem?" Ben murmured in confusion.

Still, only their facial reactions at Ben stood out; they said nothing to him and simply glared as he followed behind Faerwyn.

Ben didn’t pay much attention to them any longer and simply followed the swaying round behind of Faerwyn as she led him through a large interconnected corridor that seemed very familiar to Ben; then they came upon the same familiar room he was brought into on his very first day.

Now Ben was starting to understand how the estate was structured, but none of that mattered at the moment; what mattered was the sexy beauty ahead of him, who had now paused at the entrance of her large door.

Faerwyn turned and gestured towards her personal maids who had been following behind Ben from a distance. Bowing, both ladies stopped in their tracks and remained positioned exactly where they stood.

She elegantly made her entrance into her room, pushing apart her doors and leaving them open.

Ben advanced after her as the tension built, closing the door behind him of his own volition. If the door was one that hard a lock, he would have probably locked it behind him so no one could disturb.

Faerwyn noticed his actions, and her rosy lips curved a little, not visible to Ben, before she proceeded towards her room desk.

There she gently placed the box in her hand, before proceeding to open it.

Ben was already seated atop Faerwyn’s mattress, the familiar fancy room giving him a sense of nostalgia for all that had gone down in here just three days ago.

Ben sat there watching, as Fearwyn, with her back to him, slowly, gracefully, pulled the dress strap from her right shoulder as she voiced selaciously, looking back at Ben from over her shoulder, a provocatively seductive smile playing on her lips...

"Lets see how it fits, shall we."

BADUM! BADUM!

Ben’s excited heartbeats drummed through his chest.