"The Santa Barbara lease we discussed. I'm afraid it's going to be difficult."
"…M-Master?"
Sydney's voice trembled. She gripped my knees tightly. I had a premonition that this moment would come.
"B-But… surely you also said it was better for the Empire's practical interests…"
"Right. If we only consider practical gains, that's correct."
I shrugged my shoulders and continued my act. It was a treaty that meant nothing to me, but I needed to draw Sydney in deeper.
As if genuinely disappointed.
"But Her Highness the Princess is so adamant. What power does a mere soldier like me have? If I step out of line, I might be dragged away by the military police on charges of deceiving the Imperial Family."
"T-That can't be…! You are a hero, Master! One who enjoys His Majesty's favor, and for something so trivial…!"
"Trivial, you say, Ellie. That's harsh."
Now it was time to push her away. I spoke coldly.
"Surely a mere maid like you doesn't have complaints about the Empire's policies? Or are you disappointed that those colonies won't be handed over to the United Kingdom?"
"N-No! That's not what I meant…!"
Sydney shook her head frantically. To the point where I couldn't tell if it was an act or her true feelings.
"I just… it pains me to see your achievements disparaged by the whim of Her Highness the Princess…"
"I appreciate your concern, but don't overstep your bounds."
I drove the nail in.
"It's not like my life gets any harder just because I miss out on a few colonies. I'll just rewrite the draft, stamp it with 'The Empire will govern everything' to suit Her Highness's taste, and that'll be the end of that."
Sydney's expression visibly contorted.
My words—that it was no big deal to me—seemed to be more unacceptable to her than anything else.
"……."
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Emotion: Extreme anxiety, Desperation]
The atmosphere Sydney exuded changed in an instant. Her contorted expression vanished like a lie, and the mask of the devoted maid Ellie reappeared.
In the end.
Rustle.
Sydney crawled onto the bed.
She hiked her skirt up to her waist herself. Her pale thighs and buttocks were revealed starkly.
"Ellie? What are you doing?"
"Master…"
She climbed on top of me, aligning her pussy over my cock, and whispered piteously.
"The perfect plan you devised… you mustn't let it be crumpled like scrap paper."
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Emotion: Resolve, Rationalization complete]
She swayed her hips and whispered in a lewd voice. Her hand gently swept down my chest, meticulously stimulating my erogenous zones.
"Her Highness the Princess is surely… still too young to understand practical interests. For the Empire's grand design you painstakingly built to collapse because of Her Highness's caprice… it is a terribly tragic thing."
She lightly nibbled my earlobe and continued subtly.
"The old men of Parliament, and even His Majesty, will eventually realize that your insight was correct. So please… don't give up. I will… I'll do anything to help you recover your spirits."
'This is…'
A counterattack of [Captivating Eloquence]?
While hiding her identity, she was deftly stoking my pride to make me defy the Princess. It was the seasoned gaslighting befitting an intelligence director.
Honestly, if I didn't know the situation, wouldn't I have fallen for it completely?
Think about it. My opponent was the elite of elites standing at the pinnacle of the United Kingdom's intelligence agency. Though she was now wearing a maid uniform and acting coquettishly above my cock, the dignity and nobility dwelling in those jewel-like purple eyes were impossible to hide.
For a woman like that to press her bewitching body against me without reservation, praising me as "the hero who dominates the battlefield" and "the grand design of the Empire you painstakingly built." Whispering in elegant language that only I can change the Empire's future and that I must carry out the great cause against the Princess's whims.
So that's why they say femme fatale.
If I were an ordinary officer who didn't know her true identity, I would have definitely gotten drunk on this fatal temptation and jumped into hellfire of my own accord.
'Status Analysis.'
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Hidden Desire: To stimulate Max Jaeger's hero psychology and make him refuse Princess Ailit's orders, reviving the Santa Barbara lease agreement on the verge of collapse at all costs and offering it to her homeland.]
Of course, with [Status Analysis] and [Strong Mind], there was no way I would fall for it.
Thanks to that, I was able to watch the spectacular sight of this noble woman aligning her pussy on my cock herself and acting coquettish without missing a single detail.
The shadow of the Queen of the United Kingdom, the cold-blooded intelligence director. That great person had chosen this as her final means to protect national interests.
I flashed a sardonic smirk and grabbed her slender waist.
"You'll do anything?"
"Yes… if it's what Master desires, no matter how humiliating…"
She pulled her hips back herself and aligned her anal entrance with the tip of my cock. The gaping red hole twitched invitingly.
"Ellie. I suppose I ought to reconsider, if for no other reason than your admirable sincerity."
"Th-thank y… hyeugh?!"
Squelch—!
"Aaaaah…♡!"
Sydney's hips bucked at the sudden penetration. Her mucous membranes clamped down as if biting my cock. Whether because she had already been broken in from our last session, or because she had relaxed and accepted it herself, my member pushed forward without resistance toward her sigmoid colon.
"But Ellie. If a mere maid dares to try to persuade me, I don't think wiggling your ass on the bed is enough."
I grabbed her buttocks and rose from my seat.
"H-hyick?! M-Master…?"
With her buttocks impaled on my waist, Sydney's body was lifted high into the air. Before my brute strength enhanced by [Vigor], her light frame could offer no resistance whatsoever.
I walked straight toward the floor-to-ceiling window in the corner of the bedroom.
Swish—!
"Ah…!"
When I drew the curtains, moonlight poured in. Below the beautiful scenery overlooking the night view of Elancia, Imperial Army sentries stood guard.
"N-no…!"
I turned her toward the window and made her place both hands on the glass wall. Her voluptuous breasts were pressed and flattened against the cold glass.
I grabbed her buttocks roughly and thrust my hips in.
"H-uuuuugh…?!"
"You say no…? What's so wrong with a general taking his maid's ass in occupied territory. Or is a lowly maid like you ashamed to receive my seed?"
"Th-that's not…! Aah! Ah, haang! Uugh…!"
Thud! Thwack!
The friction of flesh hitting the window sounded as if the glass would shatter. Outside the window, armed guards were changing shifts.
Swooosh—
Just then, a flashlight beam swept across the mansion, and Sydney panicked that her naked silhouette might be spotted.
She tried desperately to stand on tiptoes and bend her knees to hide below the window frame—a pathetic sight.
'Where do you think you're hiding.'
I had no intention of allowing such feeble escape. I grabbed both her trembling thighs from below as she pressed against the window.
"H-hyick?! M-Master… why my legs all of a sudden…!"
"The view is beautiful, so don't hide. Take a good look."
I lifted both her legs high as she tried to crouch down.
"Hiiiiiik—!"
In an instant, Sydney's body floated in the air, both hands sliding down the steam-fogged glass. With her body completely off the ground, her limbs flailed helplessly, having lost all support.
It was a full lift. Her weight fell entirely onto my cock, and my glans ruthlessly stabbed the deepest, most sensitive spot inside her bowels.
'Tuning Touch.'
"Gyaaaaaah—♡! Ah, no! Th-there… don't stab…!"
Sydney's inner walls squirmed endlessly in response to the skill.
Thud! Thud! Thwack!
"Do you know what happens if I incur Her Highness's displeasure? Ellie, it's not like you'll take responsibility for my life!"
"R-responsi… hyugh! I'll, I'll take… aah! I'll take it all, haang…♡"
It was something neither Maid Ellie nor Royal Intelligence Director Sydney Wellesley would say. Just a vulgar moan spat out by a bitch melted in pleasure.
She rubbed her cheek against the window glass, tears dripping down.
"St-stop… I'm going to c-cum… ah, aaah, my stomach… my stomach feels weird…!"
"Sh, shh. Ellie. The guards outside are watching."
I deliberately whispered the lie into her ear and pistoned my hips.
Sydney panicked.
"Hiiiiik…! D-don't look! Don't looook…! Aaaah♡!"
Squeeze.
That seemed to be the trigger. In an instant, Sydney's inner walls began squeezing my cock to the extreme. The harmony of shame and pleasure stabbing through her bowels.
Bzzzzzt—!
Sydney's body bent like a bow. Her quivering body could endure no more and sprayed fluid.
A gush of hot liquid poured down between her thighs.
"Ah, aaah…?"
Hssssss….
It was incontinence.
Her bladder, unable to withstand the pleasure, released, and transparent yellow urine trickled down her legs, pitter-pattering onto the floor.
"Hah, you really are nothing but a bitch in heat."
The sight reflected in the window was a spectacle.
"……."
Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Her unfocused, glazed purple eyes stared blankly at the stream of her own urine flowing endlessly between her legs, soaking the window frame.
Trickle trickle….
A vacant expression. Saliva dribbled sloppily from her half-open lips, and her brain seemed unable to properly process this scene.
[Status: Incontinence, Cognitive Dissonance]
[Emotion: Is this really me…?]
"M-Master… *sob*, I-I'm sorry…"
That elite agent's pride crumbled to dust.
"I… I… so vulgarly… peed… hwaaah…!"
"That's right, Ellie. It's a sight to behold. If the window were open, it would have poured right onto those guards over there."
Yellow liquid meandered down the surface of the glass window, drawing winding trails.
Thud, thud.
And beyond it, the regular sound of military boots stepping on the garden gravel path approached.