“You deserve punishment.”
I sank back into the sofa and spread my legs deliberately.
The space between them was, quite literally, perfectly sized for an adult woman to come and sit down.
However, Maid Ellie—or rather, Sydney—could not bring herself to move.
“……”
Her fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Should she continue this humiliating charade, or abandon the act, slit my throat, and flee?
If not for the documents in my hand, she would undoubtedly have chosen the latter. A proud female director of intelligence serving between the legs of a mere lieutenant colonel? It was unthinkable.
But then—
“……I was foolish.”
Thud.
“I wish to… apologize to my master.”
The hem of the maid’s skirt spread across the luxurious carpet. The intelligence director of an enemy nation knelt between the legs of an Imperial Army lieutenant colonel.
Though she bit her lip from the humiliation, her violet eyes shone fiercely as she looked up at me.
“……I will accept my punishment.”
“Excellent attitude.”
I undid my belt and pulled down my trouser buckle.
Sydney’s gaze followed my fingertips. I could see her pale throat bob as she swallowed. Even the intelligence director of the entire world had not accounted for a situation like this.
When I lowered my underwear, my penis sprang heavily out at her eye level.
“……!”
Sydney stopped breathing.
“What are you doing, Ellie? You have to clean it.”
Sydney reached out with trembling hands and grasped my thighs. Then she cautiously parted her lips and took the tip of my glans into her mouth.
A warm, wet sensation. But she was clumsy.
‘Checking sexual experience.’
[Sexual Experience]
Kisses: 0
Sex: 0
Oral Sex: 0
Anal Sex: 0
Other: Extreme mysophobia, aversion to physical contact with others.
‘This is more sadistic than I expected.’
Not only was she a virgin, she also had mysophobia. For the sake of her mission, she was suppressing all her disgust and physiological revulsion and sucking me.
Slurp, smack.
Sydney began moving her head back and forth. I thrust my hips deep into her mouth and spoke.
“So, have you thought of an answer to my earlier question?”
“Mmph…! Mmmph…!”
“Why the Empire is handing out meat to the hyenas.”
“Slurp… haa, mmph….”
She tried to pull her mouth away and answer, but because I was pressing down on her head, all she could do was let out muffled moans.
“It’s simple. If we ate it all ourselves, our stomachs would burst.”
I monologued while ravaging her mouth as I pleased.
“The Republic is too large. It’s so enormous that the Empire alone would suffer indigestion trying to swallow it. Besides, their ideology is like poison. If we consume it carelessly, it could infect our Empire as well.”
I relaxed the pressure on the back of her head.
“Ghk… cough…! Cough!”
Sydney immediately pulled her mouth away.
“We need administrators. The Imperial Army will be responsible for public order, the United States for capital, and the United Kingdom for maritime logistics and trade routes. That’s what the United Kingdom does best, isn’t it?”
[Status: Enlightenment, Shock]
Sharp-minded, indeed.
Sydney understood my words immediately. What she found difficult to understand was the flexible mindset of casually conceding territory and interests that her own soldiers had won through blood and sweat.
[Status: Has discovered a contradiction]
That was why she immediately grasped the fundamental contradiction in my strategy.
“Im… impossible. It may be possible in words, but His Majesty the Emperor and the citizens of the Empire would never accept it, ah….”
Sydney fired off her words like a machine gun, then swallowed a breath she had nearly lost.
She was absolutely right. His Majesty the Emperor and the citizens would never permit the Empire to swallow its pride and divide its interests.
But that was precisely the problem.
“You’re clever. I’ve never seen a maid as intelligent as you, Ellie.”
“……”
Sydney’s complexion turned pale. The analysis she had just offered was far too incisive for an ordinary maid.
“Not even the daughter of some wealthy family would think that far. No, to begin with, there are only a handful of people in the Army General Staff who can actually converse with me on this level.”
And that opening was my opportunity.
“Ah… th-that’s….”
She desperately searched for an excuse.
“I only… overheard it. Many high-ranking officers and nobles come to the hotel, so… it’s just miscellaneous knowledge I happened to pick up while serving them.”
“Miscellaneous knowledge?”
I chuckled and lifted her chin.
“Such modesty. A maid who picked up on a contradiction even Imperial parliamentarians don’t know about, simply while serving?”
“……”
“Don’t lie to me, Ellie. You’re intelligent. You’re one of the smartest women I’ve ever met.”
But—
“My eyes were right after all.”
I abruptly stopped applying pressure and softened the atmosphere. Then I put on a pleasant, good-natured smile that seemed almost foolishly trusting.
“I do have a good eye for people. All my subordinates are exceptionally talented, so could my personal maid really be inadequate? I didn’t bring you here just because you have a good figure, after all.”
I rationalized Sydney’s insight with a few plausible words. I had no intention of ending this little act yet.
And then—
‘Analyze status.’
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Relieved that her identity has not been discovered, while continuing to act as an intelligent maid.]
[Emotion: Relief]
It had worked.
She was relieved. She believed that I had merely mistaken her for a maid genius with hidden talent.
“Yes, you’re right. The Empire is a mass of pride. His Majesty the Emperor would never officially extend a hand to a country like the United Kingdom.”
I played along.
“That’s why I have another report for putting this into practice.”
Tap.
I picked up another folder lying on the table. Sydney’s gaze instinctively turned toward its title.
[Draft Proposal for Establishing an Unofficial Information-Sharing and Mutual-Monitoring System]
“……What is this?”
“It isn’t an official diplomatic channel. Intelligence bureau to intelligence bureau. A transaction between shadows.”
I continued explaining.
“On the surface, we pretend to snarl at each other, while pursuing practical benefits behind the scenes. The Imperial Intelligence Bureau and the United Kingdom Intelligence Bureau would establish a hotline and share a list of dangerous elements within the Republic.”
Sydney’s pupils widened.
This was the arrangement she—or rather, the United Kingdom Intelligence Bureau—had so desperately wanted. A perfect back door that preserved their official dignity while securing tangible benefits and national security.
“But I got stuck while writing it. How would a soldier like me know the diplomats’ metaphorical language? And besides, our counterpart is that notoriously finicky United Kingdom Intelligence Bureau.”
I deliberately let out a sigh.
“I was regretting that I had no one to consult, but this worked out perfectly. Clever Ellie.”
I tapped her lips with the tip of my glans.
“In your opinion, what should be changed in this draft to satisfy those fussy British spies?”
[Status: Conflict, professional insight activated, temptation to manipulate information]
It seemed as if I could hear Sydney’s mind spinning furiously.
From her perspective, this was an offer she could not refuse.
An enemy nation’s grand strategic plan was right before her eyes. Its author had even asked her to revise it. If she could twist the contents just a little, she could guide Imperial policy in a direction that maximized the United Kingdom’s national interests.
This was the finest opportunity for an intelligence operation a spy could hope for.
Of course, the report was already complete.
“……Master.”
Unaware of that, Sydney took the bait.
“In my opinion… rather than ‘mutual monitoring,’ the expression ‘exchange of intelligence assets’ would be more… appropriate.”
“Oh? Go on.”
I spoke as though genuinely interested.
“The United Kingdom… is a proud nation. Rather than feeling as though we were being monitored, they would need the justification of trading information as equals. And….”
The light in her eyes changed.
“If the Empire were to tolerate maritime inspection rights… they would willingly hand over a list of Communist Party members within the Republic.”
“Excellent. Truly remarkable, Ellie. Why was someone of your caliber changing sheets in a hotel?”
Pretending to be impressed, I cupped her cheek.
“Looks like you deserve a reward rather than punishment.”
“Ah… mmph!”
I thrust my hips forward again.
“Mmmph…!”
Sydney squeezed her eyes shut. The lips that had been discussing national grand strategy only moments ago had once again become instruments for receiving my desire.
“Slurp, slrrp… haa, mmph….”
‘The Hand of Coordination.’
[Skill ‘The Hand of Coordination (Lv.2)’ has been activated.]
“Mmmph?! Mmm…!”
Sydney’s shoulders trembled. She was bewildered by the disruption of sensation taking place inside her mouth.
The act should have been disgusting and humiliating, yet the sensation against the tip of her tongue felt strangely sweet because of [Flavored Semen], while the throat being pierced elicited a tingling pleasure rather than nausea because of [The Hand of Coordination].
And then—
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Beginning to think that leaving Max Jaeger alive would benefit her country and Charlotte.]
[Emotion: Cognitive dissonance, confusion, pleasure]
Bingo.
Even amid her humiliation, the calculator in her mind had reached a conclusion.
The report I had shown her was the final piece in the continental balance the United Kingdom had so desperately sought.
What if she assassinated me here? The hardliners would gain power within the Empire, and the Republic would either turn communist or be completely annexed by the Empire, tightening the noose around the United Kingdom’s neck.
But what if she left me alive?
I would become the only Imperial officer capable of understanding the United Kingdom’s interests and guaranteeing them. On top of that, Sydney, who had infiltrated my household as my personal maid, would remain by my side. She must even have been under the illusion that she could control me to some extent because of what had just happened.
The movements of Sydney’s tongue subtly changed.
Until just moments ago, it had been a forced duty, a defensive battle she was carrying out against her will. Now, it began to show the care and devotion of someone polishing a precious treasure.
“Haa, slurp… lick….”
She curled her tongue around the tip of my glans and looked up at me with moist eyes. Her murderous intent had vanished, replaced by complicated calculations and a strange sense of submission.
“You’re a fast learner, Ellie. You have an excellent ability to adapt.”
It was fascinating. Simply recognizing me as a potential collaborator rather than a person to be guarded against had changed the way she treated me so drastically.
I smiled with satisfaction and released her head. Sydney panted heavily, unable even to think of wiping the saliva from around her mouth.
“Haa, haa….”
Her face flushed red, her eyes unfocused. The collarbones exposed above her maid uniform rose and fell roughly.
The atmosphere had ripened. I reached out and placed my hand on the buttons of her maid uniform.
Click.
The first button came undone, revealing her pale flesh.