Misato Shizuku watched with a hint of jealousy as Niu Zida led Yor and Amelie into the inner chamber. Tonight, she could only watch Amelie's daughter with Aponia. Aponia seemed to sense Misato Shizuku's slight displeasure and smiled, saying:
"The Master won't forget us. It will be your turn tomorrow or the day after."
"Hmm... Ah? Hmph, I wasn't concerned about such things."
Misato Shizuku hadn't paid attention, not expecting Aponia to guess her thoughts so quickly. She didn't know how to respond, and her usually calm demeanor showed a hint of panic. However, Misato Shizuku quickly composed herself and pretended not to care, saying:
"Anyway, that perverted Master won't let us go. Any slightly cute person won't escape his clutches."
Aponia saw that while Misato Shizuku was verbally defiant, she had accepted her words, so she stopped arguing. She smiled and hummed a lullaby while holding Amelie's daughter, coaxing the cute little baby to sleep.
Niu Zida, riding Yor, brought Amelie to the inner chamber. This had previously been the residence of Amelie and her husband, Spring. Because there was an agreement that Amelie would only offer herself after the subjugation army was pacified, Niu Zida had kept his promise not to touch Amelie, even though Duōléi City had been occupied for some time. Thus, this was his first time entering Amelie's inner chamber.
The decor here was elegant but lacked valuable possessions. After all, Spring was just a border baron, and with the recent wars, he probably didn't have much money for extravagance.
The bed was covered with clean lace sheets, and there was a faint scent of perfume, indicating that Amelie had prepared for his return long ago. After entering the room, Amelie wanted to embrace Niu Zida but was refused:
"Since you have become my maid, you must wear appropriate maid attire from now on. Do not wear such noble gowns at home. Instead, like Yor, wear a fitted trench coat outside, a sweater inside, stockings on your lower body, and no underwear or bra."
"Yes, Master."
"Also, besides these, you must wear a leather corset, stirrups, and a neck collar year-round. The neck collar must also have reins. Yor, make sure to explain these clearly to Amelie."
Under Niu Zida's command, Yor stepped forward and explained the details of how to serve the Master daily to Amelie, including how to hold Niu Zida, how to let Niu Zida lie on her beautiful back without falling, how she should walk when Niu Zida rode on her snowy neck, what to pay attention to when cuddling the Master during sleep, and most importantly, that unless there were extremely special circumstances or Niu Zida himself requested it, the Master's feet should never touch the ground. As a maid, she had the obligation and self-awareness to carry the Master anywhere, anytime.
Amelie listened intently, remembering all the rules Yor told her. Afterwards, she truly took off her long gown, put on the leather corset, stirrups, and neck collar, and donned high heels. With this outfit, Amelie's elegant and graceful noblewoman's demeanor was completely transformed, exuding a seductive charm.
"Not bad, Amelie. I didn't expect you to look quite beautiful in this outfit."
Although Amelie had given birth, she was only in her twenties and maintained an excellent figure. Her slender waist, combined with a full bust, and high, beautiful hip line made her legs appear exceptionally straight. Her flat, smooth, snow-white lower abdomen had a small, cute, round navel, which was completely hidden when wearing a noble gown. Now, with the leather corset, in addition to further tightening her slender waist, there was a special cutout at the navel, allowing Niu Zida to feast his eyes.
"Thank you for the compliment, Master."
"By the way, you should have a wedding ring, why aren't you wearing it?"
"Eh? This lowly slave is already the Master's. I thought I wouldn't need to wear it."
"It's better to wear it, that way it feels more... right."
Niu Zida had such a wicked sense of humor. Amelie had originally hidden her wedding ring, first out of fear of angering him, thinking she couldn't forget her ex-husband, and second, to show her loyalty. Now, Niu Zida was asking her to actively wear it. This short Goblin's tastes were truly unfathomable.
Helpless, Amelie had no choice but to retrieve her wedding ring and put it on her left ring finger. Seeing this, Niu Zida was finally satisfied and allowed Amelie to take him, holding him in her arms. Niu Zida then lay in Amelie's embrace, fondling and kissing her large, snowy breasts.
"Mmm... Master... this... feels so strange..."
"Is that so? You'll get used to it..."
Although Amelie had been mentally prepared, being played with by Niu Zida like this still made her a little uncomfortable. Soon, her face turned red and she began to pant slightly. Seeing that the atmosphere was sufficiently set, Niu Zida ordered Amelie to turn around and assume a dog-crawling posture. He was then lifted by Yor from behind and sat on Amelie's high, rising, snow-white beautiful buttocks. With Yor's assistance, he began to push hard from behind... After a night of intense battle, Niu Zida didn't wake up until almost noon the next day. He was sandwiched like a hamburger between Amelie's and Yor's two slender, snow-white bodies. Especially with his head sandwiched between large, snowy breasts both front and back, a warm, milky scent immersed him in a tender embrace, unable to extricate himself.
Watching the two beautiful women still in deep sleep, especially Amelie with a look of exhaustion, Niu Zida simply lay on Amelie's large, snowy breasts and began to knead and play with them on his own. Soon, Amelie mumbled an ambiguous moan, and with sleepy eyes, she opened her beautiful gaze to see Niu Zida misbehaving. With a soft, sweet moan, she said:
"Master, wasn't yesterday evening's torment enough for this lowly slave? You're so energetic this morning."
"I was the one moving all night. Surely I'm the one who worked hard."
"Oh, Master, it's this lowly slave who suffers from being bullied by you."
Amelie smiled and She proactively leaned in and kissed Niu Zida with her rosy lips., then the two embraced and began to exchange sweet nothings. Yor, on the other hand, didn't wake up despite all this. In fact, she was the hardest working of the three last night, having to push his butt constantly, which left the beautiful woman's slender waist aching.
"Master was so fierce last night, I really thought I was going to die."
"What's wrong? Am I better than your husband?"
"Master is certainly much stronger than my husband."
Amelie smiled and leaned in to kiss Niu Zida again. Anyway, her deceased husband had no further value to exploit. Using him now to please Niu Zida, who could bring her benefits, was something Amelie felt no burden about. Political struggle was like this: the defeated had no right to be pitied. This was the first rule of survival that Amelie, born into nobility, had believed in since childhood.