LM Chapter 4.1

Lyndon, who had been lying as if fainted in the Duke’s office, opened his eyes two hours later. It was still too early for the day’s work to be over.

“Ha, haa…”

His throat stung. It hurt as if he’d coughed up blood.

And what about his chest? Only his left pec was abnormally swollen, the tip of his nipple turned bright red. His right chest remained flat and smooth. Staring at that gap, clearly visible even through his crisp white shirt, Lyndon slowly rose from his seat.

Clank.

Then, a cold metallic sound came from beneath his legs again. It seemed the chastity device had been fastened once more.

“Damn it… Fucking abnormal pervert… Fuck, why am I such a freak… “

Rather than resent Hayley, Lyndon blamed himself as he slowly left the Duke’s office.

“Now, Lyndon. Dinner.”

Lyndon was still receiving his meal alone in his room, not the dining hall. But today, a meal completely different from usual caught his eye.

“Huh? Wha-what is this…”

Until yesterday, his entire meal had consisted of a single flat, square tray holding dry, stale bread, a pale soup, and a single round meatball made from ground-up scraps like fat and skin. Of course, even that was the finest meal among those eaten by commoners.

But today, the head butler didn’t just bring a single tray. He pulled a trolley into Lyndon’s room. There, he began placing layer upon layer of plates onto the small desk in front of Lyndon.

The first was soup. Not the watered-down broth he was used to, but a hearty soup packed with chunks of meat, the kind that felt filling just to drink.

“Crème de Truffle. A very luxurious dish, beef broth with truffles floating in it. Actually, it’s not a dish you should be eating, Lyndon.”

But Lyndon didn’t even listen to the butler’s words. He just greedily grabbed the plate and shoveled it into his mouth. The soup vanished into Lyndon’s stomach in barely 10 seconds.

“Oh my.” The butler looked flustered and placed a second plate.

“Foie gras en croute. Goose liver encased in a crispy pastry, oven-baked…”

But Lyndon wasn’t listening again. Ignoring the plate and knife as if they were mere decorations, he busied himself scooping the foie gras wrapped in crispy pastry into his mouth with his hands.

“Mmm! Wow! Butler! This is seriously delicious! The outside is crispy, but the inside is incredibly soft! Almost like butter… Ah, no, richer than butter…”

The second plate was also devoured in about a minute. The butler placed the third plate down with a look of exasperation.

“It’s lamb shank grilled with garlic and herbs. A very precious cut, but specially prepared for you…”

But before the butler could finish speaking, Lyndon grabbed the bone and tore at the meat. It was ravenous and vulgar. The butler couldn’t fathom why the master would tolerate such a barbaric creature. Sure, he was handsome and well-groomed… but his behavior was utterly vulgar…

Lyndon belched loudly, his mouth smeared with sauce. It was the sort of crude behavior utterly unbecoming of an assistant butler. No matter how he looked at him, he seemed perfectly suited to be a stable boy or a coachman. The head butler barely managed to suppress his disgusted expression.

“Goodness, I’ve eaten well. What day is it today? There’s so much to eat…”

But it wasn’t over. The butler placed a fourth plate.

“Duck à l’orange. A dish where the duck is roasted crispy with orange sauce.”

Lyndon stared at the duck meat, its surface crisply browned. It looked like a small, young duck had been cooked. The problem was… he was already excessively full.

“Uh…”

But Lyndon was a commoner. A poor one at that, who had to cheat women to survive. Eating one meal a day was considered a good day, and if luck was against him, he’d sometimes go hungry for a whole week.

For someone like Lyndon, delicious food was an utterly irresistible temptation.

Eventually, he raised his hand again, grabbed the duck meat, and began tearing into it greedily.

Seeing this, the butler prepared a fifth plate. He placed a large, snow-white brioche, generously buttered and baked, on the edge of the plate. Next, he sliced various cheeses into small pieces, but then remembered His Grace’s order and cut them into large chunks instead.

Next came a little… no, a generous amount of roasted nuts, and finally, a glass of sweet yet tart wine. All this was placed before Lyndon, who had finished the duck meat and was patting his belly.

“Eh? I can’t eat any more. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“Then don’t eat it.”
“Uh, well, wait a moment! Just, just something… ”

As he said this, Lyndon’s heart changed when he saw what was placed on the plate. It was a dish topped with golden-brown baked bread and several pieces of cheese of just the right size. Since it wasn’t meat, he thought he could eat it.

“Uh… I’ll have it.”

Once again, a plate was placed before Lyndon. He grabbed the bread and cheese with his hands and began eating. This too was a luxurious taste he’d never experienced before, but his eating pace was significantly slower than before. Thinking he’d truly reached his limit, he barely managed to finish the remaining food.

After gulping down the wine too, his throat was completely full of food.

“Huh, ugh… I’m stuffed.”

Yet another plate was placed before him. Only then did Lyndon realize something was terribly wrong.

“… Again? Oh, no, I won’t eat…”
“It’s dessert. It’s layers of raspberries, blueberries, and cream sandwiched between thin pastry. Just try a bite.“

”…”

Truthfully, he had no intention of eating it. But the mille-feuille placed before Lyndon was breathtakingly beautiful. He’d honestly never seen anything like it before. Lyndon stared blankly at the mille-feuille like a blind man, when suddenly a memory from the past surfaced.

When was it? Anna had once said she wanted to go to a place called a café in front of the square in the downtown area. And the dessert menu at that café cost about as much as three beef steaks.

In the end, the situation concluded with him taking the money Anna had saved for months to go there and secretly gambling it all away…

Anyway, that was the dessert before him, the very thing he couldn’t resist. The thing served at the café Anna could barely afford after saving for months. The thing he could buy with money that would last him about three days at the gambling den.

So Lyndon picked up the mille-feuille and began devouring it greedily once more. He shoved it into his mouth and chewed frantically. Three days’ worth of roulette money exploded in his mouth. It was delicious, after all. Just as the butler had said, it was heavenly.

“Ugh, ugh! I… I can’t eat anymore!”

Lyndon shouted, pounding his chest with his fist. Then, as if there was nothing more to offer, the butler gathered the plates and said to Lyndon.

“His Grace said you needn’t come for the evening.”
“Huh?”
“He said there’s no need for further treatment today and told you not to come. However…”
“H-However?”
“He said if you wish to come, you may.”

“…”

With that, the butler left. Staring at the closed door, Lyndon muttered, “Why would I even go there… He’s been digging so deep, it feels like he’s going to tear me apart, asshole and everything.”

Saying that, Lyndon flopped onto the bed in a sprawled position.

Truly, it was the most satisfying meal he’d ever had.

But contrary to his resolve not to go, by midnight Lyndon began groaning and writhing in pain.

“Huh, huh-uhh…”

The agony was so intense he shifted his lying position. It made no difference.

“Huuuuuh…”

Sweat poured relentlessly from his temples. Curled up like a caterpillar, he could barely hold it in. Finally, he bolted upright in bed.

“Ha, I, I just can’t hold it anymore. I gotta poop…”

But beneath him lay the chastity belt. Learning from the day’s lesson, he’d only managed to drink a single glass of wine poured by the butler – that was the only liquid he’d had.

The problem was the food. Eating too much was the cause.

“Fuck… I thought I could hold out for two days.”

If he didn’t go right now, he felt like he’d shit himself. So, reluctantly, Lyndon began walking toward Hayley’s bedroom. He really didn’t want to go, and he’d even told him he didn’t need to come, but he had no choice.

A dull thud echoed down the quiet hallway as someone knocked on the door. Hayley lay still in bed, hearing the sound.

“Hah!” He resented Lyndon for arriving so late. Glancing sideways at the clock, it was already 1 a.m. “I thought he’d be here around 10. One in the morning!”

Hayley hadn’t slept a wink waiting for Lyndon. All day, he’d sat there with his cock swollen, waiting demurely for Lyndon.

He could have just dragged him here. He could have ordered him to come.

But he had insisted on Lyndon coming here of his own accord. Hayley was that kind of stubborn man. (Though he had gone to the trouble of feeding him a full course meal, just in case he really didn’t come.)

Once again, a faint knock sounded. Then, Lyndon’s voice calling for the Duke echoed in quick succession. “Your… Your Grace… It’s me, Lyndon. I, I’m sorry for coming so late at night…”

Finally, the duke closed the book he was reading and rose from the bed. The silk robe draped over him opened wide, revealing his solid chest.

He walked slowly and opened the door. There appeared a pale, flustered face with a clear, delicate expression.

‘Ah, perhaps I had missed this face.’

The duke thought this, looking down at Lyndon with an indifferent expression.

“Y-Your Grace, s-sorry for the late hour. I, um, but… ”

Struggling to utter the words ‘I came to relieve myself,’ Lyndon hesitated. In that instant, the duke’s voice flowed out, “Have you come to cure your abnormal sexual desires?”

“… Huh?”

Lyndon looked up at the duke in surprise. Instead of his usual neatly combed hair, his locks were now roughly tousled. He wore glasses perched on his face, giving him a more secretive air.

Perhaps it was the glasses, but his face, which usually seemed a bit lighthearted, now felt unusually serious. Ah, come to think of it, he had forgotten. That he was a man with quite a beautiful face.

Suddenly realizing that this handsome man had been probing his anus and touching him until his cock ached, heat surged through Lyndon’s body. His embarrassment accelerated.

“Ah, that… yes…”

So he couldn’t bring himself to say he urgently needed to relieve himself. Then Hayley grabbed Lyndon’s arm and pulled him along. Immediately, the door slammed shut heavily.

The duke’s bedroom was quite dark. Only the candlesticks near the bed glowed softly and brilliantly.

”Y-Your Grace. Ah, you weren’t asleep?“
”I was reading for the first time in a while.”
“Ah…”
“Undress. I’ll assemble the chamber pot myself.”

“Huh? Um, well, if you call the butler…”
“How could I summon him at this hour? The butler may seem spry, but he’s in his fifties. Besides, he’s like an uncle to me.”
“Ah.”

At those words, Lyndon’s eyes, which held a touch of innocence, sparkled. The realization that such a man of admirable character was Lord of the house made his heart flutter.

He felt sorry and guilty, wondering if he had misunderstood such a person all this time. He could only think he really needed to listen to Hayley and correct his abnormal sexual desires as soon as possible.

“Th-then I’ll, I’ll assemble it…”
”You just get undressed. I have hands too.”
“…”

In a way, the duke was a truly unassuming and wonderful man, unlike his fussy-looking face.

When he was at the baron’s house, he had never seen the baron do anything himself. Watching the duke, who was so different from the baron, Lyndon’s heart pounded wildly.

Hiding his pounding heart, he slowly began to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off, and loosened his trouser ties. Just then, Lyndon’s stomach growled loudly.

“Huh, hmph!”

Lyndon writhed loudly, his stomach aching. Watching him, Hayley murmured, “Looks like you won’t need an enema today.”

“Ah, that… Yes. I, I ate a big dinner…”
“Good. Glad you’re full.”

Without further comment, Hayley silently assembled the chamber pot. Watching this, Lyndon chattered on incessantly, “T-thank you! T-those were the most delicious foods I’ve ever had! Thanks to Your Grace, I could eat my fill, and I… I was truly happy…”

“You seemed quite drained this afternoon.”
“Huh?”
“… I’m not doing this because I like it. But seeing you suffer and cry under my touch… it made me uneasy. So I prepared this, hoping you’d eat well and regain your strength.”
“Ah, Y-Your Grace…”

How many times had he mistaken this man for a pervert? How many times had he suspected him of being a lying madman?

Lyndon felt immense guilt. Though, to be fair, Haley was indeed a pervert and a liar.

“There, it’s all assembled. Sit down and relieve yourself.”
“Ah, yes…”

Lyndon stripped down completely, even removing his drawers, and approached the chamber pot, sitting down naked. Then, quietly gazing at the Duke, he whispered, “Y-Your… Your Grace… It might smell, so if you could stand a little further away…“

”Lyndon. As I told you earlier today, radical and severe perverts derive excitement even from the act of defecation. I must understand the severity of your condition. Furthermore, I must also verify your progress during treatment.“

“…”

”Therefore, I have no choice but to watch you.”
“Ah… yes.”

Lyndon bowed his head. Then, his stomach clenched painfully once more. “Huh, hhuh…”

He clenched his fists tightly and bit his lower lip. Even after defecating in front of the Duke several times, he simply couldn’t get used to it. Suddenly, the Duke lightly pressed Lyndon’s swollen left nipple.

“Why is this… so swollen?”
“Ha, haah!”

A sharp gasp immediately escaped Lyndon’s mouth. His eyes widened as a strange sensation surged up the back of his neck. Then, for some reason, the duke’s ambiguous voice reached him – a voice that sounded both despairing and yet somehow joyful…

“Ah, Lyndon… It seems you’re quite severely afflicted.”

Saying this, he looked down at Lyndon’s lower body. Following the duke’s gaze, Lyndon saw his own cock, fully erect and large.

“Ah, no, wh-why is this… Ugh!”

At that moment, the intense pain in his stomach returned. He could barely endure it any longer. Then, the duke brought his lips close to Lyndon’s ear and whispered, “That’s because you’re an abnormal sexual being…”

Was it the clear pronunciation? Or the damp, ticklish breath forced into his ear? All strength drained from his body. Shivering, his shoulders heaving, he immediately began to defecate.

“Huh, hhuh! Ugh!”

His cock twitched sadly, still erect and throbbing. Pre-cum dripped drop by drop from the tip of his glans. Watching this, Hayley smiled with satisfaction.