The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 6- Meeting the Duke

Reinhardt couldn't care less; he'd already stepped over the boundary, so why not indulge further? Overlooking the band on her ring finger, he persisted in assaulting this alluring married woman. Her plush figure and generous breasts reshaped with every squeeze from his hands. He planted kisses and suckled on those breasts, toying with them to his complete satisfaction.

Her vaginal walls gripped him tightly, unwilling to release, while her clitoris boldly revealed itself. He committed the image deeply to memory.

One time... two times... three times... Reinhardt engaged in countless sessions, treating the maid's body like his personal toy and using it at will. He released his semen into her womb over and over.

"Kuhh~ ... Hahh... more... like this... fill me more ♥. My lord, I'm cumming again!!" No one knew how many climaxes Anastasia had achieved. Her form had turned completely limp by then, as if she were merely a pool of liquid.

Yet, even with her vision beginning to haze, she refused to halt her hip movements. The ecstasy from Reinhardt's member proved utterly irresistible. Like wild beasts, the pair kept coupling in the bathhouse, saturating the space with their aromas and fluids.

After an indeterminate period, Reinhardt positioned the spasming beauty, drenched in his seed, along the bath's rim and stepped out.

His muscles and bones crackled with renewed vigor, refreshed from the enjoyable immersion he'd just enjoyed. A powerful surge of energy also coursed through him, likely thanks to his Divine Trait [Endless Ardor], which bestowed boundless endurance and strength both during and following intimate encounters.

Despite having climaxed numerous times already, Reinhardt sensed he could continue for many more rounds. The substantial organ hanging between his thighs shared his sentiment. He contemplated the glasses-wearing beauty with whom he'd just been intimate.

Her lewd demeanor and curvaceous form were typically concealed beneath her stern head maid facade.

"Hahh, I finally did it," he mused, having bedded a married woman. He'd committed the exact act he loathed his wife for. His spouse, who had cheated and fled with her paramour after seizing all his hard-earned assets. He harbored deep resentment toward her.

"No, this is different. I took nothing from Anastasia. Actually, she was the one who came to me first. It was mutual... that's right, it was inevitable because of this Divine Trait."

Excuses piled up as they did, the reality persisted: he had indeed slept with a married woman. And not merely any woman, but the spouse of one of his most reliable underlings, someone akin to a friend.

"Well, whatever," Unwilling to ponder it further, Reinhardt made his way to the changing area for fresh attire.

"My lord, here are your clothes." A maid stood waiting with flushed cheeks and an aroused gaze. Her eyes furtively admired his ideal physique and rigid manhood.

"O-Oh," Reinhardt lacked the moment to concern himself with his nudity, as his mind shifted to the urgent concern of Anastasia.

The pair had been engaged for quite some time without stifling their noises. Since the maid waited here, she must have overheard every sound and comprehended the activities.

Intimate acts were commonplace in a noble household; yet, Reinhardt's partner was the Head Maid, a wedded woman as well. Should their affair come to light...

Just as Reinhardt fretted over the potential fallout, Anastasia's voice rang out from behind him.

"Oh, what's this? My lord is already dressed up? I thought I would help you with that." Anastasia entered, wrapping her arms around him from behind; naturally, entirely nude.

"Hey..." Reinhardt tried to speak, but he missed her intention.

"You are here. Did you bring a change of clothes for me?" Anastasia turned her gaze to the other maid.

The latter inclined her head in respect and handed over the garments.

"Good, now then, clean the bath and ventilate it properly. There should be no speck of dust." Anastasia slipped back into her stern head maid persona. Unfazed by her nakedness or the recent intimacy with a man other than her husband.

"Yes, Miss Anastasia." The maid bowed and departed to tend to the bathhouse. After a few steps, "Wait. Though it's obvious, you must forget everything that happened here. Do you understand?"

Those words drained the color from the maid's face, and she nodded frantically to show her comprehension.

"Good, leave." With the maid gone, only the nude Anastasia and Reinhardt remained in the room.

The latter watched the maid depart, then glanced at Anastasia.

"Was it alright to just send her off like that? What if she tells others?..."

The head maid shook her head, her eyes holding a superior gleam. "As the Headmaid of the Arcknight duke family, other than the Master and Mistress, I wield the utmost authority over the servants."

"No secret do I lack on anyone. If I render her existence wretched, she won't secure employment anywhere. No, worse still, provoking the headmaid of the Arcknight duke family equates to banishment from the kingdom of Solaris itself. No one would offer her work."

"At that point, she'd be compelled to reside on the periphery, perpetually endangered by demons and monsters."

A sinister flicker appeared in Anastasia's eyes; with her glasses and attire added, she'd resemble her usual rigid, strict self. How frightening—Reinhardt mentally vowed never to antagonize this maid.