LM Chapter 2.1

After receiving the uniform to wear at the Duke’s residence, it was nearly 5 PM by the time he reached the servants’ quarters in the annex. Lyndn knocked on the door of Room 103, designated as his room as instructed by the butler, then boldly opened the door and stepped inside, greeting them confidently.

“Hello? I’m Lyndon, the new guy. Nice to meet you all!”

Two men sharing the room frowned and stared at Lyndon strangely. Without exchanging greetings, they bolted out of the room.

Turning to watch their retreating backs, he heard their voices running to complain to the butler.

“Butler! Isn’t this too much? They say the new assistant butler has gonorrhea!”
“What? Gonorrhea… Where did you hear that?”
“It’s all over the mansion! They say because of gonorrhea, they stripped him naked, poured in a solution, and scraped out the filthy bacteria from his anus!”

Hearing this, Lyndon’s expression darkened. He hadn’t even started work yet, and already such a bizarre rumor…

Then again, he had been paraded around naked, clinging to the duke’s shoulder. It would have been strange if no rumors had spread at all.

“Ahem! Don’t worry about it. It’s not contagious…”

‘No. How can you say it’s not contagious? You should tell them I’m not sick!’

Lyndon watched their retreating backs with a look of injustice.

“How can gonorrhea not be contagious! It can even take your life if you’re not careful! I can’t share a room with that filthy bastard!”
“Me neither!”

Suddenly, Lyndon found himself labeled as someone with gonorrhea, rejected by his roommates. Getting a private room was nice, of course… but gonorrhea? He considered himself fairly clean. He’d never faced prejudice for being dirty before.

“…”

Outside, the incessant, heated arguments continued. Finally, the butler returned, closed the wide-open door to Room 103, and spoke coldly. It seemed a conclusion had been reached.

“Lyndon Mowgan. For the time being, you will have this room to yourself. Consider it a rare opportunity, and be grateful.”

The door slammed shut with a loud bang. He felt a little lonely. His heart was desolate and gloomy in a way that was hard to describe.

As the sun set and the evening grew late, the butler brought a tray with bread and soup, tossed it down in front of the door, and barked at him to eat. It felt like he was a prisoner.

Lyndon briefly wondered if he had come here for no reason. But he had nowhere else to go anyway, and he wasn’t suffering from any illness. It was the duke who stripped him of his clothes, and it was the duke who made him defecate.

Therefore, he concluded that he had no need to feel intimidated, no need to feel guilty, and no need to be depressed.

“Damn it… Well, I just need to earn money.”

With that thought, he closed his eyes.

The next day. Lyndon’s duties were assigned. He’d worried it might be grueling work, but it seemed the butler interview had been real after all.

Lyndon’s job was to assist the butler in managing the silverware.

“Lyndon Mowgan. Your task is to manage the silverware. Our duke possesses exactly 300 sets of cutlery. Every morning, you must wash, polish, and dry them, then store them in this wooden chest covered with a cloth.” The head butler tapped the chest placed beside him with his hand.

“Me… me, silverware? There’s a rumor going around that I have a contagious disease. Is it really okay for me to handle this?”
“It’s His Grace’s direct order. There’s nothing to be done about it.”
“…”

Another wrong answer. What Lyndon wanted to hear was ‘You don’t have gonorrhea,’ but the butler showed no sign of saying that.

Even though he’d forcibly grabbed Lyndon’s arm during the inspection.

Then the butler looked at Lyndon with pity and offered words of consolation. “You don’t need to count them so diligently. I’ve worked for this duke and others for nearly forty years, but I’ve never once taken them all out to count them. Understand? Just remember, they rust easily, so you must diligently polish the cutlery.”

With that, the butler left. Lyndon nodded and began washing the cutlery, drying them with a clean cloth. The more he did so, the more the cutlery gleamed. So brightly, in fact, that the glare almost blinded him.

“… Shine… Shine…“

Why did his heart pound so hard just looking at that spoon, gleaming so strangely? It felt like he’d forgotten something – something so precious, as vital as his own life – something he’d completely overlooked.

Like… the casino games.

“… Shine.”

Lyndon’s clear blue eyes spun round and round. His mouth opened wide like someone high on stimulants, then a sly smile spread across his face.

“Huh, huh… If I just steal one of these, I could play baccarat so many times…” Muttering like that, he glanced around, scanning his surroundings.

No one was nearby. Lyndon was the only one assigned to manage this silverware in the first place.

It was as if it were begging him to take it.

‘You don’t need to count them so diligently. I’ve worked for this duke and others for nearly forty years, but I’ve never once taken them all out to count them.’

The butler’s words echoed in his mind.

“…”

Lyndon picked up the smallest teaspoon and slipped it into his pocket with a soft rustle. Perhaps slightly worried he might lose it, he took it out again and shoved it deep into the thick hairs between his drawers and crotch.

“… Heh heh.”

It was a monumental moment: the gleaming teaspoon nestled safely between Lyndon’s pubic hairs, as if building a nest.

He was sure it was the perfect crime.

In the dead of night, the duke’s lights suddenly began turning on one by one.

“I’m going to check the number of cutlery sets!”

Out of nowhere, the duke roused every sleeping servant and shouted this nonsensical demand. All the servants murmured in bewilderment. Counting cutlery in the dead of night?

Amidst the servants’ grumbling and murmurs, Lyndon’s face turned ashen.

What on earth was going on? Caught stealing a single teaspoon in less than half a day! He hadn’t even made it into the casino yet!++

“One, two…“

The elderly butler, wearing a monocle over one eye, began counting the cutlery. Lyndon, clad in a thin nightgown that revealed the outline of his figure, felt his heart pounding wildly. He pondered deeply how he could secretly slip a single teaspoon into the pile.

“…”

Lyndon moved very slowly sideways, drawing closer to the butler. In that position, he offered to help.

“Oh! Lyndon! Would you do that? Then I’ll entrust you with it. Here, take this teaspoon.”

Lyndon breathed a sigh of relief and began counting the teaspoons aloud.

“One! Two! Three!”

Then, very naturally, he started coughing. He coughed incessantly, as if unable to stop, then bent over. The other servants in the mansion, convinced Lyndon was sick, moved away from him.

Seeing his chance, Lyndon bent over as low as possible to hide himself, shoved his hand inside his trousers, and tried to retrieve the teaspoon hidden between his cock and pubic hair.

But then…

Suddenly, Hayley Whitaker approached him closely.

“Mr. Lyndon.”
“…”

Lyndon stared at Hayley in an awkward position, his hand still inside his underwear.

“Y-Your Grace?”
“Why is your hand in there?”
“…”
“Answer me.”

“Ah… I, I… I… my groin was itching a bit… it’s… gonorrhea…”

Chuckles and snickers mocking Lyndon echoed around them. But Hayley alone did not laugh. He stared coldly at Lyndon’s hand inside his drawers and commanded in a sinister voice, “Take it out.”

“…”

Lyndon left the spoon where it was and slowly withdrew only his hands. Hayley immediately grabbed both of Lyndon’s hands with force, pulling them back to restrain him so he couldn’t move.

“Aaah!”

Lyndon cried out in pain as his arms twisted unnaturally. But Hayley ignored it completely, swiftly stripping off Lyndon’s pants and drawers in one swift motion.

Clang!

The small teaspoon that had been nestled between Lyndon’s pubic hairs immediately fell to the floor. All the servants stared at Lyndon’s pitiful sight, his pants off, his uncircumcised penis dangling. Among them were plenty of female servants.

Lyndon felt like he would die of embarrassment, not so much from being caught stealing, but from having his private parts exposed to so many people.

“So you were stealing.”
“No, no! Your Grace! It’s a misunderstanding!”
“Daring to steal in my own house.”
“Ah, th-that, that!”

Lyndon trembled violently, eyes tightly shut, sputtering apologies. “I-I’m sorry! Huh, I didn’t steal it! It was just… it was so shiny and beautiful! I just… wanted to try it once… I only… took one! P-please forgive me, Your Grace…”

Lyndon didn’t even consider pulling up his lower garments. Kneeling with his trousers down, he bowed flat before the duke’s legs. His thighs and knees touched the cold floor.

Just then, the butler, having counted everything, approached the duke and reported.

“Your Grace, everything else is correct, but five teaspoons are missing.”
“…”

Hayley immediately shot Lyndon a fierce glare. Lyndon felt utterly wronged. He’d only stolen one, yet five were missing… How could so many be missing?

“Ah, no! Your Grace! I swear it wasn’t me! Really, I swear!“

But Hayley remained expressionless. That beautiful face, devoid of emotion, made him look even more terrifying.

“Strip him. We must find the rest.”
“Ugh, nooooo! No, please don’t!”

The guards who suddenly appeared grabbed Lyndon’s arms and began tearing his thin nightgown to shreds.

“No, no! I swear! Don’t do this!”

Despite Lyndon’s frantic struggles, he was stripped naked once more. This time, it happened in the large hall, watched by all the servants. Lyndon’s snow-white body flushed crimson, utterly helpless.

Hayley stepped forward, nudging Lyndon’s crotch with his foot to force him wide open. Then he grabbed the limp, lifeless cock, still covered by its foreskin, and lifted it up.

“Where did you hide them?”
“Your Grace! I, I swear it’s not me! Please, believe me! Really, I swear!”

Lyndon cried out pitifully. But Hayley didn’t believe him. 

No, actually, he did believe him. He knew Lyndon had only stolen a teaspoon. But the truth didn’t matter to Hayley.

All that mattered to him was an excuse to torment and devour Lyndon.

Hayley hid a satisfied smirk. Looking down at Lyndon, he spoke coldly, “Clyster pipe.”

“Huh, hwaaah! Ugh…”

Enema fluid instantly flooded Lyndon’s rectum. It was already his second enema.

He should be used to it by now. But this bizarre sensation – his bowels twisting, his stomach churning, the feeling that feces would be forcibly expelled any second – was a disgusting experience he could never grow accustomed to.

Lyndon bit his lower lip hard, trying to endure as he knelt on the cold floor.

Drops of damp sweat trickled down between his temples. He rubbed his cold stomach with his sweat-soaked palms. It was a critical situation, as if he might shit himself at any moment. Whether he knew it or not, Hayley began to tease him spitefully.

“Since no cutlery came out anywhere on your body… I suppose there must be a teaspoon inside your rectum?”
“Huh, huh… Ah, no. I swear… I swear…”

Hayley looked at Lyndon and flashed a bright smile, revealing all of his incisors. It was such a sinister grin that it was impossible to tell who the villain was. That such a beautiful smile could look so treacherous… It was almost surprising.

But it made sense – Hayley was so happy right now that it almost felt like he was going mad. It made him wonder if he’d ever had such a sadistic streak before.

Feeling a chuckle rising that seemed a bit too frivolous to let out, Hayley barely stifled a snicker as he spoke. “Well, that’s something we’ll find out if you end up taking a dump here. Whether you stole it or not.”

“…”

The roughly sixty male and female servants before Lyndon murmured restlessly. A few of them openly snickered.

It seemed, without a doubt, that every single one of them was waiting for Lyndon to shit himself.

“Huh… Huh…”

He wanted to cry from the misery. But his stomach hurt too much for tears to come. All that emerged were a few pitiful drops of enema fluid, trickling like tears from between his anus, covered in wrinkled, reddish-brown folds.

Lyndon crawled toward the duke on his knees, clutching his legs and whispering pleadingly, “D-Your Grace… Please, show… show mercy… Sniff, p-please…”

“Mercy? What mercy?”
“I-I, sniff… I’ll… I’ll show you… But, but doing it like this… in front of so many people… defecating…“

”Ha!” Finally, Hayley couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

But really, really, wasn’t it delightful! That pure and prim-looking Lyndon Mowgan, naked and clutching his legs, begging!

This was a thousand times more joyful than the ball held for him on his coming-of-age birthday, more exhilarating than his first hunt when he caught a bear, more thrilling than inheriting the title of Duke.

“So?”
“Y-Your Grace and I, the two of us…“
”Just the two of us? Since shitting in front of all these people would be shameful, you’ll only shit in front of me?“

”…“

It was true, but the blunt phrasing was a bit much.

”Oh! Lyndon…. My bedroom is a much smaller space than this hall. The ventilation won’t be good either. You dare to defecate in my private space?“

Lyndon’s complexion changed. It turned red, then pale, shifting back and forth several times.

Watching Lyndon like that, Hayley answered with a fake smile, as if showing special leniency, ”Yes, Lyndon. You do look quite distressed. I’m not some heartless master who ignores his servant’s suffering. Fine, if that’s what you want, then so be it… But you must make an effort for me too. Isn’t that right?“

”E-effort? Wh-what….”

Hayley didn’t answer, only offering a sinister chuckle.