Chapter 41 – Preparing for the Baroness mission (18+)
Her pussy juices dripped down her inner thigh, and the cat girl assistant winked and covered her pussy back up with her bodysuit, teasing in such a lewd way that only a neko girl could pull off without looking silly.
Devon's cock was already thoroughly milked for now, so he didn't jump at the opportunity to fuck her more. After all, he already inseminated her, and his baby juice was all inside her womb already.
"Now, for your underwear. Hm…"
"Let's go with a bold red, since you want to make a strong impression. Your mission specifications only say that you're there to keep the baroness company, but anything can happen during that period of time so it's my job to make sure that you're prepared for all contingencies, nyaaaa."
The neko assistant with C-cup breasts worked quickly, her fingers and tail zipping by as she compared several red underwear with Devon's crotch.
"Anddd… this one should be good,��� she finally decided, handing Devon a pair of regular red boxers. "Come on, try it out."
Devon obliged, letting the pretty neko catgirl to dictate what he was going to wear for tonight. First trying out the red boxers, he was then fitted with a pair of chef pants, but also a nice shirt and pants underneath the chef disguise. He felt like he was going to some sort of crazy party with this getup, and it was a lot less hot than he imagined because of how big the sleeves and pants were on the chef assistant costume.
"Hm…. and a little bit more of this," the assistant Annabelle murmured to herself while continuing to measure and dress up Devon.
After much more preparation, Devon was dressed for the job– a hot date with a baroness wife while her husband was out of town, dressed like a chef's assistant so that he could slip into the estate without much fanfare.
"Now we just wait for your carriage. It was a pleasure working with you, mister Hill~"
Devon smiled. "Likewise. I'll ask for you again next time, Annabelle, since you do such a good job with fitting my entire body and my cock."
Annabelle's ears fidgeted nervously at the lewd comment, and nodded feebly. "Please request me as many times as you want. I'll always be here to take you on, alright~"
Pecking her on the forehead as her tail twitched happily, Devon left the fitting room and headed back to the fat madame at reception.
"I'm fitted," he said to her.
The portly madame with short hair and black fingernails didn't even look up from filing her nails, and just pointed to the exit. "Your carriage is here. Time for you to go. Mission details will be given to you during the carriage ride."
Devon nodded. "Alright, I'm going now." He was eager to get away from this fat madame, who gave him a bad feeling. Exiting the candle chandelier lit guild backroom of Edelton through the back entrance, Devon stepped out onto the streets and was greeted by a lone carriage driver with a monocle and a smart moustache while dressed in a tuxedo.
"Right this way, master Hall."
The carriage driver politely led Devon to the carriage, and drew back the curtain for him to step in. The treatment he got here was a far cry from how the guards treated him when he entered Edelton with just an F-rank adventurer's license card. The guild backrooms were really something else when it came to prestige and services.
"You'll be entering the estate through the back entrance," the carriage driver explained. "The baroness who issued the request to the guild backrooms requested for you to be dressed up as a kitchen aid or chef's assistant. You will meet her clandestinely at the back of the estate, where she will lead you to her private room. Along the way to her private quarters, it's important that you do not speak to or greet any of the workers or anyone else you see, unless the baroness asks you to."
"Other than that, once you are in her private quarters you can accompany her in any way that you wish, as long as you do not overtly go against the baroness's wishes. The better you treat her and the more satisfied she is with your services, the more your compensation will be."
"Are we clear about the mission specifications?" the carriage driver asked Devon as the carriage bumped along the road.
"Yes. Sounds good to me so far," Devon replied. "Make the baroness happy, and I can get paid more. Sounds like a piece of cake."
The carriage driver laughed. "I wouldn't get too ahead of yourself, master Hall. With great compensation comes great risk."
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Chapter 42 – Arrival At the Baron's Estate
"I understand," Devon replied. He knew that there was a lot of risk attached to any of these backroom assignments he took, but he just couldn't bring himself to care all that much about risk, with that deadly combination of nothing to lose plus an undying body.
Listening to the horses clop along the road, Devon stared out the window absentmindedly. They were traveling towards the other side of the city, where the fields met large swaths of carefully manicured gardens that encapsulated large estates.
Devon felt a slight tinge of intimidation from the sheer wealth that he was witnessing, of real landed aristocracy in a fantasy world where owning land and estates still meant a whole deal. But the slight feeling of intimidation faded as quickly as it came.
What did he have to be intimidated by? People making fun of him for being poor? He'd just bend them over and subjugate them with his cock if they were female, and haunt them as an undying corpse if they were male.
With that ridiculous thought in mind, Devon's heart calmed down as he looked at the estates and lands with indifference on his face.
"How much longer until we reach the baroness's estate?" Devon asked the carriage driver, filling the long silence with some conversation to retain his sanity in such a long and arduous ride through the middle of nowhere.
"Just a bit longer, master Hall. We will be there shortly."
Devon closed his eyes and began snoozing, as the horse drawn carriage clopped its way through the road, cutting past another ridiculously manicured hedge garden in front of an estate. Minutes passed as Devon's eyes were closed unperturbed, and he began to doze off.
A while later, the carriage came to a full stop in front of a large gate flanked by two stone pillars.
"Who is it?" the gatekeeper of the estate grumbled.
"Here to transport an assistant for the chef to the baron's estate. The paperwork is here," the carriage driver said, handing over a scroll to the bearded gatekeeper.
"Hmm….mmm… yes…" the gatekeeper said, skimming over the letter. Devon had a feeling that the gatekeeper couldn't read at all, because of the way his eyes glanced up and down the parchment vertically, instead of horizontally. "Everything seems in order," he continued, rolling up the scroll matter-of-factly and handing it back to the carriage driver.
With a creak, the gatekeeper began to open the gate, and allowed their carriage through. The driver gave the bearded man a curt nod of recognition before continuing along the way towards the estate.
"We're going to have to take a detour," the carriage driver whispered to Devon.
Instead of heading to the main entrance of the estate, the carriage took a longer route to the back of the estate, where there was a small side door leading into a room adjacent to the kitchen area.
"This is where we part ways, master Hall," the carriage driver said. "I'll wait until she opens the door for you, then leave. Another carriage will be here in the morning."
"Alright," Devon said. He mentally prepared himself for whatever this baroness's estate had in store for him. Hopping off of the carriage with the driver pulling back the curtain for him, Devon walked over to the unassuming door and knocked.
There was no answer, so he knocked again.
Devon looked back at the carriage driver, a confused look on his face. "Are you sure we're in the right place?"
"Yes. Please be patient, master Hall," the driver replied while rubbing his monocle with a small handkerchief.
The door opened, and a human woman with a pretty face, pointed chin, and busty body in her early forties stood there. With brown eyes and dark red hair, she had a slender figure with double D-cup breasts held in a long form fitting maroon dress, and a refined air around her.
"You must be Devon Hall," the baroness said with a sly smile on her face. "Come in."
Devon stepped into the estate, feeling rather silly in his chef's assistant disguise. "Nice to meet you, baroness."
The baroness nodded to the carriage driver, who returned the gesture and began to depart. With a smooth movement, she closed the door and beckoned Devon to follow her.
"Don't speak to anyone until we reach my room, alright deary?" the baroness instructed. "If anyone asks you something, just let me do the talking. Follow me."
Devon began to follow the baroness through the halls of the estate, being careful not to knock over any potted plants or porcelain as he followed the baroness's dress train, her hips swaying side to side as she walked.
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