LM Chapter 5.1

“Haa…”

Having finished all his chores for the day, Lyndon sat in a corner of the garden and sighed.

It had already been three months since he began engaging in that strange sex they called “treatment”. When he first arrived here, it was before winter began, yet now he found himself deep in the middle of winter.

Stepping on the withered leaves, Lyndon sighed again.

“Haa…”

Was he satisfied with his life… Not exactly. He had certainly never lived such a perfect life in his short 23 years.

“Yeah… It is perfect…”

For three months, Lyndon had diligently engaged in sex with the Duke under the guise of treatment. In fact, they did it nearly every night.

During the day, he visited the Duke a couple of times to urinate. Of course, under the pretext of treatment, the Duke would fondle Lyndon’s cock like a toy, over and over. Eventually, it became so routine that he developed the preconception that urinating meant ejaculating.

At night, he defecated in front of the duke, washed his body, and then engaged in ‘sex’ – a procedure named for the extraction of intestinal microorganisms.

Due to the daily repetition of this situation, he now automatically became erect whenever the urge to urinate or defecate surged.

Frankly, it was a bit miserable. On nights he was with Hayley, he felt less like a human and more like a beast.

Hayley’s treatment was like that. Excessively persistent and long. So every night, Lyndon had to ejaculate and expel something, his eyes rolling back as he screamed.

And how the hell was that supposed to be treatment…

“Why am I getting more and more aroused… Damn it. And…“

Lyndon pressed hard between his thighs. Immediately, he felt the solid touch of metal.

”Damn it! It’s killing me with itchiness!”

The hair he’d shaved off weekly was growing back again. But this time, for some reason, Hayley hadn’t shaved Lyndon’s hair. So, the gradually growing hair was making him itch like crazy.

Today too, Lyndon scratched furiously at the hard chastity device, then tapped his crotch with his fist, barely enduring the itch.

“Ah, fuck! Do I have to ask first to get my pubic hair shaved?”

Lyndon roughly ruffled his hair. Then, behind him, came the rustling sound of someone stepping on fallen leaves. Startled, he whipped around. His heart pounded wildly, terrified it might be Hayley, afraid he’d be told to get treatment again.

But the figure standing behind him was an unfamiliar servant he’d never seen before. Judging by his clothes, he seemed to belong to the footmen.

For the past three months, Lyndon had been completely isolated in the mansion. No one came near him. The only people Lyndon spoke to were the butler and Hayley. So he looked at the man with a slightly flustered expression.

But the man smiled and gradually approached Lyndon. Then he said this.

“You’ve really made something of yourself, haven’t you?”
“… Wh-who are you…?”
“Don’t you remember me?”

Lyndon strained to remember who the man before her was. Pale face, light brown hair. Large eyes, a cute nose and mouth. This man with delicate features, almost feminine in appearance.

But no name came to mind.

“…”

“You really don’t remember me? Huh.”
“Wh-who…?”
“Back then. We interviewed together, didn’t we? For the butler position.”
“… Ah!”

Only then did the man’s face come back to him. It was the pretty-faced guy who’d sat to his left.

“So you got hired here too?” “
”Yeah. I saw the additional recruitment notice and came in as a servant. The pay is less than a butler’s, but hey! I’m grateful for this too. Anyway, nice to meet you! My name is Alex Brown.“
”Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you. I’m Lyndon Mowgan.”

The man, who had been grinning at Lyndon, plopped down next to him. Lyndon followed suit, sitting down on the stone floor too.

It had been ages since he’d talked to someone his own age. Back when he worked at the Barony or frequented the casino, he’d chatted with quite a few people. Strangely, after joining the Duke’s household, he’d become quite withdrawn.

“But why do you look so down? Why are you here alone?”
“…Uh, well… The people at the Duke’s place hate me.“
”You? They hate you? But His Grace protects you so fiercely? Why?“

Lyndon looked at Alex with a flustered expression and muttered, ‘Protects me fiercely…’

”His Grace doesn’t protect me at all… And there’s a rumor I’ve got gonorrhea, so everyone avoids me. You’d be better off not hanging around me either.“
”Gonorrhea? Hmm…“

Alex looked up, as if trying to recall something.

”There was nothing like that? Your balls and cock were smooth and looked great. There was nothing weird about them. It was a cock perfect for sucking.”

He was a man who had no qualms about using vulgar language. Lyndon hid his embarrassment and laughed awkwardly.

“Ha, well. Yeah? Th-thanks…”
“But you’re upset just because of that? Because of a false rumor that you have gonorrhea?”
“Ah, no… It’s not because of that…“
”Then what’s the problem? Aren’t you just lucky?“

”What the hell are you talking about? Lucky?“

”The Duke really likes you. He’s been chasing after you, right?“
”What? No. What…”
“Oh, Lyndon! It just so happens that I’m the one who tidies His Grace’s bedroom, you know?”
“What? You? You?”

For the past three months, Lyndon had fallen asleep in the Duke’s room every night. And no wonder – the end result of that peculiar treatment called sex always left him unconscious.

His official assignment to Room 103 was practically meaningless; whenever Lyndon opened his eyes, he was always on the Duke’s bed. Sometimes the Duke was beside him, but more often he woke up alone in the cold, empty bed.

“Yes. So I know exactly what you and the Duke get up to. And in our world, we call that ‘living it up’.”
“… L-living it up?”
“You’re the Duke’s mistress, aren’t you?”
“Mistress!? Mistress!?”

Lyndon shouted loudly. His voice was so loud that Alex, sitting in front of him, put his index finger to his lips and shushed him.

“Keep your voice down!”
“Ah, sorry… No, but I’m not a mistress… I’m not that kind of thing…”

Lyndon’s face flushed. He looked at Alex with an embarrassed expression.

”What… Lyndon! You are the duke’s mistress!”
“…”

It was a bit absurd that Linden, the person involved, denied being a mistress, yet someone else was calling him one. So, still gaping with a furrowed brow, Lyndon stared at Alex with a foolish expression.

“You know? I’ve been here over a month. Right after I arrived, I started tidying the duke’s bedroom. And for the entire month, you were asleep in that room. Completely naked, held in the duke’s arms.”

“… What? Held?… I mean, treatment, but that never…”
“You really don’t know anything, do you? While I was changing the bedding, the Duke picked you up and held you.”

Sex with the Duke was always relentless. For the Duke to climax just once, Lyndon had to climax at least twice, often three or four times.

Already lacking stamina compared to the Duke, Lyndon routinely passed out during his intestinal microflora treatment. So he didn’t know what happened afterward.

But no, the Duke actually carried him?

“He was so impatient, saying you might wake up, that I had to change the sheets quickly. He kept calling for me, whether it was midnight or dawn.”

“…”

Lyndon recalled the Duke’s words. He had clearly said he regarded his household staff as family, and disliked calling people in the middle of the night. He even assembled the chamber pot himself.

“Just seeing that shows how much the Duke dotes on you, doesn’t it?”
“Ah, no! His Grace treats not just me, but every servant in the mansion like family…”
“What? Family? Pff, pffahahahaha! Then fuck me, I’m family, yet he pretends not to see me?”

“…”
“No, Lyndon! Are you really stupid or just naive? Family? What family! Who the fuck would fuck their own family?”

Lyndon’s expression shifted back to utter bewilderment.

“Wh-what do you mean fuck? His Grace is struggling to heal me.”

“What? Ha! What kind of bullshit is that…” Alex sneered at the naive Lyndon.

“So… His Grace… ” Stung by the sneer, Lyndon began detailing to Alex everything that had happened with the duke.

Embarrassingly, he recounted everything: starting with stealing a teaspoon, then expelling it anally, receiving a diagnosis as a pervert, and now being in a situation where he had to scrape out the wrong gut bacteria inside his anus.

Alex, who had initially listened with an intrigued expression, gradually began to frown. By the time the story ended, his face was contorted beyond further distortion.

With that peculiar expression, Alex opened his mouth. His tone, however, was surprisingly serious.

“Lyndon. Please hear me out without misunderstanding… Are you okay? Is something wrong?“
”Wrong? Ah, well, basically, there are diseased gut microbes inside my anus, and because of them, I feel abnormal sexual urges…“
”No, no! Are you stupid?! Can’t you think straight? Do you even know how to add? Can you write your own name?“

“You bastard! Who do you think you’re calling an idiot?!” Lyndon yelled at Alex in anger. 

But Alex didn’t even flinch, firing off the next question. “So why are you acting like this?”

“What?”

Then Alex ran his hands through his hair wildly. He looked like he was about to go crazy from frustration. “Ugh, seriously! Huh, first of all, you… From what I can see, that kind of… what, intestinal… thing?”

“Intestinal diseased microbe.”
“You don’t have that shitty thing, nor do I. You’re just a regular guy.”
“But Your Grace said I have the wrong kind of microbe, so if something goes inside my anus, I get excited…”

“Ugh! That’s some real bullshit! You’re pretty dumb for believing that too, but… Listen up, Lyndon! Men, you see, are just! Naturally! Made to get excited when their assholes are properly fucked!“
”… What?“

Alex continued, his brown eyes wide and unblinking. ”It’s not a disease! It’s just how we are! And to get to that point, it takes… some effort. So, usually we… uh, you probably figured it out, but I’m gay. Since you spilled the beans, I’m coming clean too. Anyway, in our world, we call that development… but that development isn’t easy. It’s hard to feel pleasure through the anus in such a short time.”

Lyndon felt like his soul was leaving his body. So, feeling pleasure through the anus is actually normal?

‘And to feel it, you have to… develop it? Develop? When did I ever go through that?’

“I never went through any damn development!”
“Didn’t the Duke stick his finger in your ass and poke around?”
“…”

He had. No, it wasn’t just once – it happened countless times.

“When a finger entered and stretched you out, brushing against a certain spot, didn’t you feel like you were about to cum immediately, your cock throbbing hard?”

“…”

Of course. Many times.

“Usually, that’s something a partner does… But a regular guy sticking his finger in another guy’s back passage and poking around… Even if you say you did a thorough enema… Either you’re gay, or you’re in love. There are only two situations.“

So then, was His Grace gay!?

Lyndon, his face vaguely scowling, said to Alex, “Then His Grace must be gay!”

“No. Absolutely not.”
“Huh?”

How can he be sure of that? Lyndon tilted his head and looked at Alex.

“I’ve got serious experience in this field. Usually, just by looking at someone’s face, or their gestures, actions, or tone of voice – no, just being near them gives me a feeling.” Alex made air quotes with his fingers and added, “My gaydar is seriously on point. But from what I’ve seen, His Grace the Duke is absolutely not gay. He’s a straight man through and through. What’s more, I know the sexual orientation of every nobleman – I know them all. But the Duke wasn’t on the gay list.“

How the hell does he know that?

Lyndon stared at Alex with a look of mixed respect and confusion, then seemed to realize something belatedly and asked again.

”Then… if he’s not gay, why did he stick his finger in my asshole?”
“Exactly. Because His Grace loves you! That’s why you’re so lucky!”
“… Ah, no. He doesn’t love me. Alex. That’s a misunderstanding…”

“Seriously! This is so frustrating. I noticed it the day you came for the interview, I tell you! The Duke only had eyes for you. Didn’t you see him deliberately poking around your hole? You probably didn’t know, but that interview was for hiring a ‘rent boy’ for the Crown Prince!“

“Rent… rent boy? A male prostitute!?”

”Yep. And you were probably the only one there who didn’t know. Fuck, and then they added that bullshit about hiring someone who hadn’t used their backdoor? It was ridiculous. Anyway, that was a ‘rent boy’ interview.“

“… Wha, the first guy too? That hairy one…”
”Ah, that guy was famous among us for his wild hole. He was always horny, all year round.”
“… Th-then you too?”
“Well, I was a pretty popular high-end rent boy too. At least until the boss of the house I worked for got executed.”

“…”

“But my hole was pretty fresh, you see. I was confident no one would notice it was a used backdoor.”

Lyndon realized what he’d witnessed was an interview to select a rent boy. He was clearly there for an assistant butler interview…

No, more than that, what exactly was a rent boy for the Crown Prince? And what was an unused backdoor…

Lyndon, flustered, yanked hard at the hair at his temple. Then, the snow-white, lustrous silver hair crumpled inside his fist.

Watching that, Alex considered what words of comfort to offer, but upon closer inspection, he wondered who was comforting whom. That bastard was loved by the duke, living a life of ease, while he himself couldn’t even land a proper noble and was stuck doing menial work here.

So he turned his head, plucked a weed growing haphazardly on the floor, put it in his mouth, and began blowing on it irritably. Just then, the sound of Lyndon’s dying words reached him again from the side.

“But… he must not truly love me. I mean it. How could I not know if someone truly loved me?” Lyndon recalled the women who had loved him over the years. Even though Lyndon couldn’t earn money and instead skillfully stole the women’s fortunes to gamble away, they all tolerated his antics for at least two months, and some even for up to half a year.

Was that all? The gaze they directed at Lyndon held immense affection. Even the oblivious Lyndon could sense the overwhelming depth of that love.

But the duke… He was kind to him, yes, but was that affection in his eyes?… He wasn’t sure. It was a strange look, more like… something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up…

Then Alex’s weary reply came. His tone suggested he was tired of dealing with this anymore.

“Oh, right. Guess not. Why would His Grace ever love you? I’m such an idiot. That was nonsense.”

He blew his grass flute again, making it squeak and whine noisily.

Then, suddenly, Alex’s movements stopped. He took the flute from his mouth and stared quietly at Lyndon.

Lyndon was still deep in thought. His blue eyes were clouded with melancholy, and his snow-white hair was tousled, yet it only added to his moody aura. He bit his bright red, vivid lips several times and scratched the straight, high bridge of his nose with his finger a few times.

He was a bit of a scatterbrain and a fool, but his face alone was breathtaking. And Lyndon’s cock, seen on the interview day… it really was a sight to behold. A reasonably large size, straight, with veins bulging vividly, looking healthy. He wasn’t circumcised, but whatever. It was fine, that much was okay.

Alex’s lips immediately twisted into a sly smile. His appetite was instantly whetted.

“Hey, Lyndon. But you know… So you’ve never actually put it in, right?”
“Huh? What?”
“You’ve only been fucked in the ass, right? You’ve never fucked a guy in the ass?”
“Uh, yeah, that’s right.”

Even with women, to Lyndon, the anus wasn’t a hole meant to be poked.

Lyndon stared at Alex with a dazed expression. Then, those large, beautiful eyes crinkled as he smiled at Lyndon. Even seeing it again, it really was a pretty face. A different kind of pretty than the Duke’s, though…

So if Alex had a pretty, cute face like a teenager, the Duke had a more sacred, beautiful face like a man in his prime twenties….

Just as he was thinking that, Alex blurted out something shocking to Lyndon.

“Then… would you put it in me?”
“Wh-what!? “

Lyndon gasped in shock. Alex then gave a sly smile and moved even closer to Lyndon.

”When I saw your lower half back then… it was pretty impressive, wasn’t it? Your hole is probably great, but mine is even better. Back when I was working as a rent boy, most noble bastards were crazy about my hole. My hole’s pink too. Almost no hair.“

Lyndon knew that from seeing it during the interview. Snow-white buttocks, a pink anus, and downy fuzz….

”I’ll take good care of you. Huh? Lyndon, here, put it inside me and pound me hard. Until I pass out. Huh? You know exactly where to pound by now, right? The round bulge inside, your prostate. Just pierce it hard with your cockhead. You’ve got experience now.”

Lyndon’s face flushed. His heart began pounding frantically. Come to think of it… it had been a while since he’d fucked. No, what he did with Hayley was fucking too, but… When he tried to recall the last time he actually thrust somewhere and just went through the motions…

“It’s been almost 100 days, hasn’t it?”
“What?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing…”
“Anyway, where should we do it? Your room? You have a private room, right?”
“Mmm…”

Lyndon’s lower body began to tense. His previously soft, uncircumcised cock slowly swelled.

Then, suddenly, pain shot through him. His large, swollen cock was caught in the elephant trunk part.

“Ah!”

Lyndon reached down, cupping his groin. But what he felt wasn’t his cock, but the cold, blunt chastity device.

Seeing Lyndon suddenly feel pain and become confused, Alex asked with a flustered expression, “Lyndon? What’s wrong? Why are you like this?”

As he spoke, Alex’s hand followed Lyndon’s downward movement. Lyndon belatedly realized the truth and tried to pull away, but it was too late. Alex’s hand landed on Lyndon’s crotch – or more precisely, on the hard, cold chastity device.

“… Wh-what is this?”
“Uh, hey, wait!”

Lyndon tried to push Alex’s hand away, but it was futile. Though smaller than him, Alex was incredibly strong. In the end, Alex pulled down Lyndon’s pants and saw the chastity belt wrapped inside.

“Wh-what is this!? A chastity belt!?”

As Alex shouted, Lyndon quickly pulled up his pants that had fallen down. But it was already too late. Alex had seen everything.

“P-p-please, keep it a secret!”

Lyndon’s face flushed bright red as he shouted. Alex, who had been frozen in shock, gradually began to calm down. Soon, his expression turned blank, and the thought that came to Alex’s mind next was…

‘The Duke really fucking loves this stupid bastard, doesn’t he? Even putting a chastity belt on him…’

The next thought that followed was.

‘This idiot is too dumb to have a clue about the Duke’s feelings… And he doesn’t even seem to like the Duke much. When I tried to seduce him earlier, he just made that stupid face like he wanted to fuck…’

So now, the Duke almost seemed pitiful. How did he end up liking such a half-witted fool… Then, another thought suddenly jumped into his mind.

‘Wait, hold on… So this is the Duke’s unrequited love…’

If that’s the case, what if he were to bring the Duke and Lyndon together? If Lyndon were to become the Duke’s confirmed mistress.

What scraps would fall to him, the matchmaker?

Judging by that dim-witted Lyndon, if you treat him well, he’d likely spend his entire life repaying the favor. If you sweet-talk him, it seems like money would flow forever. (Lyndon would gamble away any money he got, but sadly, Alex didn’t know that.)

With that thought, Alex smirked and tapped Lyndon’s chest.

“Lyndon, His Grace really does love you, doesn’t he? Huh?”
“Ah, no, but…”

“Yes, yes! He does! Just listen to me!” Alex shouted in exasperation. Lyndon scratched the back of his head, flustered.

“… Why, are you angry…?”
“Lyndon. Just this once, pretend you’re not fooled and do as I say.”
“… What?”
“So tonight…”