Droit du Seigneur: His Lordship's Right of the First Night - Chapter 22
Richard buried himself in work all day, as if reviewing and approving the piles of documents before him were the most crucial tasks in the world.
“Your Lordship.”
Though he was always work-focused, his senior aide, Count Schren, noticed something off about him today. After several attempts to get his attention went unanswered, Schren switched titles.
“Your Highness the Archduke!”
“What?”
Finally, Richard turned his gaze towards him. Schren, holding a thick file, quickly reported without taking a breath.
“You have a meeting scheduled to discuss penalties and collection methods for those who violated the trade tariff laws this afternoon. It’s time to attend the meeting now.”
“Is it that time already?”
Richard glanced at the large clock on the office wall, which pointed to four o’clock.
“This is the report on tax adjustments and the special monopoly rights for linen.”
“I’ll review it after the meeting. Leave it there.”
“…….”
When Schren didn’t move even after his words, Richard raised an eyebrow.
“What is it this time? Go on.”
“I’m going, but… Your Highness, you seem off today. It’s like your mind is somewhere else….”
Having served by his side long before coming to Evron, Schren was perceptive and loyal. Richard had been tormented all day by the lingering image of Louise.
Last night.
Sitting at the central table, he agonized while looking at Louise, who was asleep on the bed across from him. Before him lay the clean white silk he had brought from the bed.
The tradition of the droit du seigneur was not about the act of intercourse itself but about the deflowering of a v****n. The feudal lord was to take the virginity of his serfs but was not to ejxculaxte inside them.
By morning, two pieces of cloth would serve as proof of the exercised right. One piece would show the blood from deflowering, and the other would bear the mark of ejxculxtion.
He tried to accept it as just another duty, but the internal conflict was inevitable. Having killed countless people on the battlefield, his body reeked of blood—a scent that never left him. Feeling lust for such a pure woman made him despise himself even more.
“Haah…”
Richard alternated his gaze between the white cloth on the table and her peaceful profile as she slept. The mere fact of sharing the same space made his abdomen tense. The sweet scent she exhaled filled the room, clouding his judgment.
Eventually, the strain became unbearable, and he couldn’t delay any longer. He unfastened his pants with a desperate hand, unable to withstand it any further. The thick, veined s***t, already slick with precxm, sprang forth.
“Hoo…”
His massive, stone-hard erxctixn, with bulging veins, was deeply engorged with blood. Grasping his member, Richard began to stroke it roughly, feeling the dry pleasure spread through him.
He rapidly moved his hand up and down the solid s***t, pressing and rubbing the slick, swollen head with his thumb. This was something he hadn’t done since his younger, less controlled days.
“Ugh, nnh.”
After a while, Richard leaned slightly forward in his seated position, his broad shoulders and back muscles tensing momentarily as he e********d. Veins bulged in his thick neck, and unrefined, ragged breaths escaped through his tightly clenched teeth.
The reddish swollen tip, like the head of a thick snake, twitched and spewed milk-like fluid from the deeply indented slit. The distinctive liquid simultaneously coated his hand and the pristine white cloth. The thick fluid splattered onto the sharply defined upper abdomen and the insides of his muscular thighs.
“Huu….”
After finishing, he picked up the silk cloth and wiped his still e***t p***s and wet hand. A low sigh, filled with a mixture of post-ejxculxtion relief and lingering unease, escaped him.
His somewhat cold and ascetic appearance contrasted starkly with the debauched scene below his waist, creating a strange harmony.
Having completed what he had to do, his feelings were complicated. The originally pure white silk, now soiled, reminded him of Louise’s cream-like, immaculate skin, making the situation even more unsettling. Looking down at the cloth stained with sticky fluid, he felt as if he had defiled her, even though he hadn’t touched her directly.
After placing the evidence on the shelf outside the room and returning, he found Louise still deeply asleep with an angelic face, oblivious to everything.
Even as she slept, she let out a small sigh and turned toward him. A dizzying scent filled his lungs, stirring a relentless and blatant lust within him once more.
Her lingering fragrance continued to ensnare Richard. He was truly losing his mind. Despite his attempts to ignore it, Louise’s soft breathing echoed in his ears.
“Ha.”
Eventually, his manhood, which had barely settled down, sprang back to life. Dominated by the innocent, small woman’s breathing and scent, he succumbed to pleasuring himself several more times throughout the night, tormented by deep self-loathing.
Even after spending the night wide awake at the table, the heat in his body refused to dissipate. At dawn, he visited the training grounds, swinging his sword until sweat poured off him like rain before heading to his office.
He had intentionally avoided a final farewell, thinking he would never see her again, but even during his work, the image of Louise kept resurfacing. The blank white spaces of the documents he reviewed daily or the red ink he used for sealing brought her to mind.
Seeing her still sound asleep in the morning, he had told the maid in the hallway not to wake her if possible. He wondered if she had made it home safely.
Trying to shake off the overwhelming memories of the previous night, Richard stood up from his seat. But as he walked down the long corridor to attend the meeting, the bright sunlight streaming through the window made him think of her light hair again, and he felt a profound sense of self-reproach once more.
