With a final grunt, Gareth finally let out thick ropes of cum that shot through the shower. Some landed on Hazel's hand and body, staining her with his semen.
After thrusting his hips a few more times, his orgasm finally subsided, leaving his dick now semi-hard. Seeing the semen on her hand, Hazel finally seemed to snap out of her lustful state.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. She was so embarrassed that she wanted the ground to swallow her. Luckily, Gareth gave her an easy escape.
As soon as he finished cumming, he quickly rinsed the soap off his body and exited the shower.
"We've wasted too much time. It isn't wise to keep the countess waiting any longer." With that, he quickly left the bathroom.
Without paying any more attention to Hazel, Gareth left the bathroom, leaving her in a daze. As soon as he exited, he quickly got dressed and left the room, hastily making his way to the third floor.
Normally, he wouldn't have made such a move, considering how the Countess had just called for him. However, he had spent time bathing with the maids yesterday, only to then go and eat out the Countess' pussy—all while not being able to do anything with any of them.
Safe to say, he was blue-balled.
He desperately needed a release, and upon seeing Hazel, he decided to take the chance. Luckily, she didn't refuse him, and with her help, he was able to relieve himself—albeit only partially. Still, it was enough for him to regain his sanity.
With brisk steps, he made his way toward the Countess' office, where a maid was waiting outside the door. With a brief nod to her, he knocked and patiently waited for a response.
"Come in."
The brief reply came from inside. Opening the door, Gareth walked in to find the Countess seated at her desk, seemingly busy with paperwork. However, she wasn't alone.
Standing before her desk was a middle-aged man dressed impeccably. His suit had edges so sharp they looked as though they could cut skin if one ran a finger over them. With a white pocket handkerchief and silk gloves, he looked like the quintessential butler from a medieval fantasy.
And indeed, he was.
The man merely glanced at Gareth for a moment before returning his attention to the Countess. Meanwhile, she didn't even acknowledge Gareth's presence, much less raise her head from her paperwork.
Unperturbed, Gareth stood quietly to the side without speaking, waiting for them to finish. His posture unconsciously reverted to that of a soldier standing at attention, awaiting a commander's orders.
After about five minutes of being completely ignored, the Countess and the butler seemed to finish their discussion, and she finally turned her attention to him.
"Alright, my Lady. I'll take my leave now," the older man said, bowing slightly before turning away.
He passed by Gareth without even a nod of acknowledgment.
Not that Gareth cared. Still, given how closely the man worked with the Countess, he was clearly an important figure in the manor—similar to the head maid. Gareth mentally filed the thought away, resolving to learn more about him later.
Once the man left, Gareth stepped forward until he stood before the desk.
"You called for me, my Lady?" he asked, bowing his head slightly. His tone was respectful, without a hint of pride.
The Countess looked him up and down for a few moments before finally speaking.
"I'm pretty sure I called for you quite a while ago. I wonder why it took you so long to come here."
Though her tone was light—almost teasing—Gareth could sense the threatening undertone beneath her words. He had only been here for a day, yet he was already delaying her summons.
Even if he had had to wait regardless, it was a matter of principle. Delaying the orders of one's master was something no servant or slave should even consider.
Even if he had to wait, so what? What did that have to do with her? A slave should obey without question or hesitation—or so she believed.
Was I wrong about him?
That was the thought passing through her mind.
From an outside perspective, his actions were indeed brazen. Now, the Countess was questioning whether giving him the cultivation technique had been the right decision.
His response would determine how she treated him from now on—and how much she would tolerate his antics going forward.
However, Gareth didn't falter.
"Forgive me, my Lady. It's just that I was practicing the technique you gave me this morning, and I hadn't taken a bath yet. I didn't want to come before you sweaty and smelling," he said, bowing his head even lower.
This was Gareth's great plan.
The truth.
As the saying goes, the truth shall set you free. In this case, it was his best weapon. There was no need to concoct a scheme—the truth alone was enough to get him out of the situation.
Of course, he omitted the part where he had dragged Hazel into the bathroom to relieve his stress. Some truths didn't need to be spoken.
"Hm. So you were cultivating?" the Countess asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, my Lady," he replied, still bowing.
"And what were the results of your cultivation?" she asked in an amused tone. She wanted to see how far he would push this excuse.
In her mind, nothing could be accomplished with just a single night of cultivation. That amount of time was barely enough to finish reading the technique, let alone gain results.
However, contrary to her expectations, Gareth's next words caught her off guard.
"Forgive me, my Lady, but my talent is mediocre."
Hmm, I thought as—
"I was only able to feel the mana in the air after all my struggling," he said, completely cutting off her thoughts.
"What did you say?" the Countess asked, momentarily bewildered. She almost couldn't believe her ears.
"I said I was only able to feel the flow of mana in the air," Gareth repeated.
The Countess' eyes widened in shock.
Gareth was making a bold claim—one that not even the most monstrous geniuses of the kingdom could easily make. Even they would need several days, sometimes even a full week, just to sense mana in the atmosphere.
And yet, Gareth claimed he had done it in a single night.
How could she not be shocked?