Chapter 22: Desperate Cook
The rest of the morning shift passed in relatively peaceful silence as Leon utilized his enhanced Agility to clean the sprawling eastern archives.
By the time the grand grandfather clock in the hallway chimed for the midday meal he had completely transformed the dusty restricted section into a pristine sanctuary of magical knowledge.
He carefully packed away his cleaning supplies and made his way toward the upper servants dining hall feeling a deep sense of satisfaction warming his chest.
The upper wing possessed its own specialized dining area that was significantly more luxurious than the crowded chaotic mess hall in the lower courtyard. The room was lined with polished mahogany tables and featured large glass windows overlooking the beautiful estate gardens.
Leon grabbed a plate of heavily seasoned roasted meats and fresh vegetables before taking a seat at a quiet table near the back corner.
His forty five points of Charisma were already causing massive problems among the female staff.
Several senior maids were actively giggling and casting incredibly shy glances in his direction while intentionally unbuttoning the top buttons of their strict uniforms.
He simply offered them a polite magnetic smile and focused on replenishing his highly taxed stamina.
The heavy wooden doors of the dining hall suddenly swung open and completely silenced the room.
Elara marched into the upper wing carrying a covered silver platter containing a specialized meal meant for the noble family.
The Head Cook looked breathtaking in her pristine black and white uniform which was currently fighting a desperate losing battle against her absurd figure. Her dark hair was elegantly pinned up and her striking mature face carried an expression of fierce tyrannical authority that normally terrified the lesser servants.
However the moment her amber eyes scanned the room and locked onto Leon sitting casually in his new tailored black tunic her strict professional facade completely fractured.
Leon utilized his passive Lie Detector skill and watched as a massive blinding wave of desperate needy heat violently erupted within her aura.
She had spent the entire night tossing and turning in her solitary bed completely consumed by the lingering memory of his masterful hands kneading her heavy chest in the dark storage shed.
The fact that he had simply walked away and left her entirely unsatisfied had driven her absolutely out of her mind with highly frustrating desire.
She aggressively shoved the silver platter into the hands of a nearby junior maid and issued a sharp command to deliver it to the patriarch’s study. She then marched directly toward Leon’s table with her leather heels clicking ominously against the polished floor.
"You missed your morning shift in the kitchens Leon," Elara stated in a remarkably strict tone that intentionally carried across the quiet dining hall. "I require your immediate assistance with taking inventory of the upper storage rooms. Follow me right now."
Leon casually wiped his mouth with a linen napkin and slowly stood up.
He knew exactly what she was doing but he was more than happy to play along with her highly transparent excuse.
He followed her out of the dining hall and watched her aggressively march down a deserted golden corridor leading toward the vacant guest parlors.
She quickly opened an ornate wooden door and forcefully pulled him inside before violently slamming it shut and locking the heavy brass deadbolt.
The vacant guest parlor was incredibly opulent featuring plush red velvet couches and heavy silk curtains that completely blocked out the midday sun. The room was dimly lit and completely isolated from the bustling activity of the main hallways.
Elara did not waste a single second with formal pleasantries.
She violently shoved him backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of a massive velvet couch forcing him to sit down heavily onto the plush cushions.
She aggressively stepped directly between his spread legs and glared down at him with her amber eyes blazing with a volatile mixture of intense anger and profound unadulterated arousal.
"You are a highly cruel bastard Leon," she hissed softly while leaning forward and planting her hands firmly onto his broad shoulders. "You think you can just do that to me in the dark and then casually walk away like nothing happened? You think you can just parade around the upper wing in that uniform and ignore me?"
Leon leaned back into the soft velvet cushions and offered her a highly arrogant smirk.
He reached his hands forward and casually rested them directly onto her wide hips allowing his passive Basic Caress skill to instantly send a highly concentrated spark of electric pleasure right through her thick skirt.
Elara gasped sharply and her fierce tyrannical anger instantly melted into a puddle of desperate whimpering need. Her athletic legs violently trembled and she aggressively leaned her heavy body weight entirely onto his chest just to remain standing.
"I was simply giving you time to realize what you wanted Elara," Leon whispered in a deep resonant voice that vibrated heavily against her stomach.
[DING!]
The crystal bell chimed beautifully in his skull.
[Main Target Escalation Quest Issued: The Midday Feast]
[Context: The tyrannical cook has actively sought you out because her pride has completely shattered under the weight of her own desire. ]
[Objective: Pull Elara completely onto your lap, slide your right hand entirely beneath her skirt, and perfectly explicitly thoroughly massage her bare thigh while praising her submission.]
[Reward: +10 Strength, Skill ’Enhanced Stamina’, 120 Shameless Points.]
[Failure Penalty: The Host will violently and uncontrollably weep like a heartbroken toddler for the next forty eight hours completely ruining your magnetic Charisma.]
Leon stared at the unhinged digital text and embraced the danger of the situation.
They were currently locked inside a noble guest parlor in the middle of the day where anyone could simply walk by and demand entry.
If they were caught in this highly compromising position they would both be executed in the courtyard before dinner.
He smoothly wrapped his strong arms entirely around her remarkably slim waist and effortlessly pulled her forward. Elara let out a highly scandalous squeak as she lost her balance and completely collapsed directly onto his lap.
She ended up straddling his thighs with her heavy voluptuous chest pressing tightly against his tailored tunic and her incredibly soft wide hips resting perfectly over his rapidly growing arousal.
The intimate friction of her shifting weight against him sent a massive jolt of raw heat violently surging through his veins.
Elara wrapped her arms desperately around his neck and buried her flushed face into the crook of his shoulder completely surrendering to the intoxicating magnetic gravity of his dominance.
Leon slowly moved his right hand down her side and boldly slipped his fingers entirely beneath the hem of her thick maid skirt.
The warm air of the parlor caressed her bare skin as his hand traveled upward along the incredibly soft athletic curve of her thigh.
His Basic Caress skill worked absolute miracles as he perfectly kneaded the highly sensitive flesh causing her to violently arch her spine and let out a breathless highly inappropriate moan that echoed loudly in the quiet room.
"You are doing such a good job submitting to me Elara," Leon murmured smoothly directly into her ear while intentionally increasing the agonizingly pleasurable pressure of his massage. "You look even more beautiful when you are desperate."
"Mfghh," she whimpered pathetically while grinding her hips highly subconsciously against his lap in a desperate bid for friction.
Before Leon could slide his hand any higher and completely shatter her remaining sanity the heavy brass handle of the parlor door suddenly violently rattled.
A loud authoritative knocking sound echoed into the room followed by a chillingly familiar voice that made Leon’s blood completely run cold.
"Are you in there Leon?" Beatrice demanded sharply from the hallway. "The patriarchal ledger is missing from the library and I require your immediate assistance."
Elara froze in terror as the reality of their impending execution violently crashed down upon her.
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