"Show me, Lyla."

That was all it takes for Lyla to hastily flip her body over on the bed. Even though I know that she is toned, her mysteriously curvy legs floated by my face to present a slightly larger than average butt under my nose.

"Um… It’s no pretty… But here it is…"

She is all set up. Even accounting for her being controlled… I wonder if she has a lot of experience in bed. …Which reminds me that Layla is rumored to be one of Lubreo’s concubines. That would make sense… Except for Lyla’s confession.

After I spent a few moments pondering, Layla slowly parted her vagina with her fingers, perhaps thinking that I am unsatisfied about something.

"This… Is my, naughty… Um, hole… my lord."

She is clearly not a virgin, and her anus looked well developed as well.

…Ah, I see.

"Lyla, what are your nightly duties, again? I want to hear you say it."

My guess is that Lyla doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that she is being used as a sex toy. I am sure that Soraya had been messing with Layla somehow over a long period of time. I couldn’t imagine that she had rigged this all up for me, who she had only met yesterday. Then, what is this for? It is logical to think that Lyla had been modified this way for a while. And Lubreo most likely allowed it. Because, to her, Lyla is a toy.

In fact, Lubreo must be the sole user of Lyla's sex service…

I had let my thoughts travel there, and thought it is weird. If Lubreo wants to bed Layla, he easily could. Without having to go through this convoluted scheme. As far as I have heard from the rumors of the House Lambert’s laundry woman, Bella,  Lubreo bed his favourite housekeeper and many other lovers from noble background.

Hold on. Is that maid Soraya Zoen? Are Soraya and Lubreo sleeping together?

I couldn’t read into their relationship just by watching them, but Soraya does have feelings for Lubreo, Lyla would be in the way. As my thoughts thickened, Lyla’s confession had begun:

"For half the nights of the week, I stay in the room next to yours to stand guard against intruders… But once in a while, you would call me in for my, services."

It seems like she knows that she was being bedded.

"Lyla, how do you feel when you see me take other girls?"

"…I’m in no position to object that… But, if it’s at all possible, if you could treat the other girls a little more kindly…"

It was a strange feeling to get a peek into Lubreo’s bedroom.

"I’m not familiar with politics. But, forcibly taking girls from other houses, may benefit them, but…"

"Continue. That’s an order."

I left bad to leave her hanging, so I put my fingers against her parted loins and gently rubs it as I command her. With faint moaning, Lyla answers after hesitating for a few seconds:

"As a knight, I want to object… And, if that’s… Then… Why won’t you do those things to me, instead…?"

I get her personal opinion. Lubreo is most likely ravishing other noble girls to expand his power. It seems weird if that is taking place under contract between houses, but in any case, it seems pointless to ask Lyla anything more on this topic. As far as I could tell, Lyla isn’t trusted with any details.

"Lyla, do you like to be tormented?"

"You… It’s just you… I don’t like all of that… I didn’t… You penetrating my mouth, your fingers, my butt, a normal… I love it… I love it all."

"I see. You like to be ravished, Lyla…? What a naughty girl."

I whisper, teasingly as I slowly inserted my index finger. Just as I did, she squeezes her vagina tight.

"I knew it… Or maybe, even more than teasing…. You like to be punished?"

"Ha…!?"

As soon as I ask, she let out a small cry, which soon carries a sweet tune.

"I’m, going to be… Punished…?"

"That’s right. You’ve been bad, Lyla, and you have to be punished." "What do you do when you’re being punished?"

I am wondering how she would react, but Lyla climbs down from the bed and kneels down on the floor.

"Yes… I accept, any… Punishment…"

This is serious. While I could still see a sparkle of lust in her eyes… I have thought that lust and punishment are closely related in Lyla’s mind, but there seems to be exceptions. I decide not to fare too far into the punishment department. I sit up on the edge of the bed, pet Lyla’s head.

That’s enough, Lyla. It’s not your fault… Come here."

"…Such, an honour."

She seems happy to have her head petted. She leans into me while still kneeling on the floor. It isn’t unlike being cuddled up by a large dog.

"Oh no. It’s gotten a little smaller."

Lyla whispers, astutely spotting my penis, now half-flaccid from losing myself in thought. She gingerly cradles it with her fingers, and slowly begins to service it with her tongue.

"…Yeah, that feels good. Pleasure yourself while you’re at it."

"Yes… Master…"

Loud, wet sounds echoes in the room. Lyla holds her left hand to her loins, and continues to masturbate as she services me.