The Maid's Little Secret

Several weeks have passed since Alvida started my magical training, yet each day brings new revelations about her, like unearthing the layers of an intricate puzzle.

She's a disciplined taskmaster when it comes to training, but there's a warmth in her that's hard to miss.

Alvida's unique blend of firmness and kindness fascinates me.

Her half-elf heritage adds a mystique to her personality, making me want to learn more about her.

However, she always maintains a certain distance, treating me more like a pupil than an equal. And for some reason, this stirs a stubborn obstinacy within me.

I, Luke Hunter, the Duke's heir, am no child.

Yet, Alvida insists on treating me like a kid.

She's always there, watching, correcting, and occasionally scolding me. It's almost as if she's my mother, rather than my tutor.

Out of sheer frustration and curiosity, I even tried to sneak into her room one time, hoping to... ahem, know more about her.

Unfortunately, my venture was cut short by an invisible magic barrier that stopped me dead in my tracks.

A literal barrier between me and her world! Can you believe that?

It's not like I wanted to hurt her or anything...

The fact that I couldn't touch the door without her permission served as a constant reminder of the distance between us even though I consider myself a genius.

Perhaps she believes she's doing it for my own good, or perhaps she's merely following the protocol expected from a tutor.

Regardless, I wish she'd see me for who I am, not just as a student, but as an individual who is genuinely interested in knowing her.

... And knowing how she tastes..

I guess the adage is true; we always want what we can't have.

Frustrating? Yes. But discouraging? Absolutely not.

I am a Hunter, and I do not give up so easily.

'For the sake of my dream... I will keep moving forward!'

The goddess gave me a new life in this world for a reason. As such I believe it is my destiny.

And no one is going to stop me!

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Huddled in the corner of my room, two fireball dances playfully in my palms.

The flames' glow reflects off my determined eyes, as I aim to control the element of wind next. Sweat trickles down my forehead, but I ignore it, focusing on the task at hand. The swirling tempest of fire seems to mirror my stubborn resolve.

'Alvida told me to practice dual elemental fusion before our next session. What a hassle...'

Just then, I hear a knock on my door, followed by a familiar voice, "Young Master, may I come in?"

The voice belongs to Lana, one of my maids— No, my favorite maid.

Without averting my eyes from the fireball, I respond, "Come in."

The door creaks open, and I hear soft footsteps approaching. Lana stands awkwardly to one side of the room.

There's a peculiar stiffness about her today, more pronounced than usual.

She speaks up, "I... I heard you were looking for me, Young Master?"

I nod, eyes still transfixed on the dancing fireball. "Yes, Lana. That's correct." The hint of unease in her voice isn't lost on me.

There's a moment of silence before she gathers the courage to ask, "May I... may I know why, Young Master?"

Still focused on my spell, I find her query quite audacious. In an attempt to retain my concentration, I chide her, "Lana, are you questioning your Young Master?"

She whimpers at my tone, "No, Young Master! I didn't mean to..."

Interrupting her stuttering, I add sternly, "Good. It's better you know your place."

Swallowing audibly, she responds, a note of fear in her voice, "I... I understand, Young Master."

And with that, I refocus my attention back to my magical endeavor, a hint of satisfaction on my face at Lana's compliance.

After all, a touch of authority never hurt anyone, especially when it comes to maintaining order.

'And right now, that's precisely what I need to exert...'

Inside, my mind is in a turmoil. Alvida, with her strange charm and elusive manner, has been giving me a run for my money.

And that's putting it lightly.

For days on end, I've tried to probe deeper, unravel the layers she carefully wraps herself in. But all I've managed to do is exhaust myself and cause an unprecedented amount of frustration.

It's like trying to open a locked chest with no key in sight.

So, as my gaze shifts from the fireball to Lana, I find myself smirking at her nervous demeanor.

Maybe it's the pent-up tension, or perhaps it's just my desire to have control over something, anything at this point.

Lana... sweet, simple Lana, has been under my close observation for weeks now.

That night, the night I ventured into her room, I've suspected she knew it was me all along. Yet, intriguingly enough, she didn't squeal, didn't report to anyone.

It almost made me question my conclusion, that was, until a couple of days back.

Stealthily, like a shadow under the moonlight, I managed to sneak back to her room, out of curiosity, out of the need to understand her silence.

And what I discovered was rather... surprising.

A secret, her secret, which I stumbled upon entirely by chance.

"Aang... Young Master Luke... yess... yesshhh... touch me right there. Yessh... yes, right there! Lana wants Young Master Luke!"

That's right... she was masturbating... to me!

My underwear was on her face as she sniffed it like a wild animal while she rubbed her pussy and fondled her breasts.

I could never have known until now, but Lana is a pervert!

She gets off masturbating to my underwear. And not just any underwear, but the Young Master she is meant to serve.

What kind of lunatic does that? I don't think I've met a bigger pervert in my life.

'But with that discovery comes an opportunity.'

The silence in the room grows louder as I address Lana, "Lie down on the bed."

Her eyes go wide, and she freezes like a deer caught in the headlights.

She opens her mouth, probably to question me, but all that comes out is a tiny, barely audible squeak.

"I don't like repeating myself, Lana," I say, my voice firm and unyielding.

"Eeeek!" She winces at the warning tone in my voice, and it's not long before she concedes.

With a timid nod, she does as instructed, her face flushed, and her hands trembling slightly.

My gaze shifts back to the fireball, its dance of warm, bright flames dying down as I finally cease my magic.

Rising from my position, I draw close to my bed, where Lana is already lying on her back.

"Why are you so scared, Lana?" I ask, my voice low and reassuring, a stark contrast to my previous stern tone.

"I merely need your assistance with some magic training... nothing more."

The words hang in the air, a thin veil of innocence over an underlying intention.

She lets out a whimper, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she nods her understanding.

I can't help but let out a satisfied grin, knowing that the wheels are finally set in motion.

'Look at her, acting all innocent when she's probably enjoying this.'

Well, I plan to enjoy myself too. Even if my real target is Alvida, Lana isn't bad either.

I've... also missed her milk.

"Now then... shall we begin?"

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