My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 62: Different Side

After devouring Mia’s snatch, Jett leisurely stepped in for a quick shower. Naturally, Mia also had to wash off the sweat and thoroughly flush out Jett’s overflowing semen, so he casually told her to hop in with him. To her surprise, he didn’t take another round beneath the steaming spray, patiently explaining it was merely part of his ongoing self‑control regimen for the day.

"I believe Master Jett’s self‑control is already truly excellent," Mia said, her wet hair clinging to her head, shoulders, chest, and back, presenting an alluring sight Jett struggled hard to ignore just today.

He shook his head and closed his eyes, striking a dramatic pose when in truth he couldn’t bear to look at his maid right now.

Jett admitted, "I revealed my feelings while bargaining with the Dragon Empress. She knew how far she could push because of that... and, well, I also told her outright that I was a green Warden. I shouldn’t lay my cards out like that."

"Ah, I see... that’s really correct," Mia said, yet Jett didn’t notice.

After the shower, Jett headed downstairs. He found only Eleonora lounging in a cushioned kitchen chair. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting soft stripes over her relaxed form.

He knew Noctlisa was outside, tending faithfully to the horses. Those four brothers had hauled Jett this far and endured the dragons’ chaos without complaint. Noctlisa, an accomplished rider, enjoyed caring for them.

Lately, she had been treating them more gently—a change she hadn’t yet noticed. The horses had, but they kept the secret and simply savored her kindness in silence. In truth, Noctlisa herself was becoming softer, or rather, uncovering a sweeter side the tender feelings budding within her heart had awakened.

She looks cute, whinnied one of the four steeds. She smiles more now, agreed another.

Nah, we can see her grinning! added a third. She’s always smiled from time to time, you nag, retorted the last.

Unaware of the equine chatter and Noctlisa’s budding feelings, Jett took a seat at the table with Eleonora. She instantly straightened as he entered earshot, sitting with the poise of the nobility she once was. Even the odd blend of her maid uniform couldn’t diminish her regal aura.

"Good morning, Master," Eleonora said.

"Morning," Jett replied.

She obeyed Jett’s wishes as scrupulously as Noctlisa. Had he not instructed Eleonora to drop the stiff formalities, she would already be on her feet, bowing.

In fact, he would never have caught her lounging on that chair had he not told her to take life easier. Her compliance pleased him.

Seeing her relaxed, however, still felt surreal to him, a silent reminder of how much their circumstances had shifted overnight. He inhaled, grateful for the momentary calm. Yet he had no idea she still blamed herself for siding against Bob and now followed Jett’s rules even more strictly.

Because of that guilt, Eleonora no longer hid even her most embarrassing thoughts. The moment Jett settled at the table and lifted a cup of juice to his lips, Eleonora requested a brief conversation.

"Due to my sudden summoning and my household’s turmoil, I have not yet offered myself to Master. I desire that Master brand me with his insignia and accept every tribute my house has prepared for you," Eleonora said, lowering her head.

She’s rather ambiguous about it—her wording is odd. Is she the shy type when it comes to sex? Jett wondered. "Yeah, the mood and all have been pretty heavy lately."

"Yes," Eleonora replied with a nod. "That is why I wish to engage in intercourse with Master. Frankly, there is a facet of myself I have never revealed to anyone—a side I believe Master will greatly adore. Our joining should ease Master’s stress, and I, in turn, long to become an official member of the household." Eleonora’s cheeks warmed, her eyes gleaming. She was clearly as eager for sex as Mia and Noctlisa had so vividly shown just lately.

’Kay, she’s not the shy type, Jett mused, nodding. "You’re already part of my house. If you aren’t ready, there’s no need to force yourself. We can wait."

"Worry not, Master. I am, of course, prepared. I have already passed the customary marriage age and consummation, so I dare say I am rather pent‑up when it comes to sex," Eleonora confessed, averting her eyes yet quite eagerly stealing repeated subtle glances at Jett’s expression.

Definitely not the shy type, he thought.

Just then, the carriage lurched as though a titan had seized it and shaken hard. The jolt was so sudden that Jett nearly choked on his juice, thumping his chest several times.

Eleonora and Mia glanced about, just as baffled. Noctlisa bolted back into the cramped wooden hall, scanning Jett and then everyone else in turn.

"What’s wrong?" she asked.

[You have received an urgent call from The Dragon Guardian, Skytianeus.]

"Calm down," Jett said. "Looks like I just got a call from the summoning chamber. Because I don’t have that room installed, the carriage shook. I’ll temporarily unlock the magic circle, so all stand aside and prepare for our guest."

Mia and Noctlisa nodded. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Eleonora nodded as well, yet her mind wandered. Damned dragons. I can’t blame them, because it’s thanks to them that Master awakened me, but I want to have sex already! Can’t they give Master at least a day off?!

Unaware of Eleonora’s silent complaints, a summoning‑chamber magic circle flared into existence at the center of the carriage mansion’s first floor.

The formation was enormous; glowing runes crept across the planks, walls, and even the ceiling, yet still lacked enough room to etch itself fully. The glow bathed every surface in eerie azure shadows, briefly making the sparsely furnished hall feel like a towering cathedral.

Moments later, the circle contracted, condensing into a miniature pattern that fit the available space. It blazed blue, and after several heartbeats a man in white robes materialized.

Recognizing Jett at once, the ancient dragon dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead to the floor, abasing himself so completely that any of his kin would have sneered. He touched the wood with trembling hands, literally groveling before Jett. Unconcerned with dignity or reputation, Skytianeus parted his lips to speak.

Addressing Jett, he pleaded, "I implore you, Lord Warden, from the depths of my heart—please save my bloodline from a wicked human! I am uncertain he is even human, yet he wields a power akin to a dragon while wearing a mortal shell. I am willing to sacrifice anything, even my role as Guardian, utterly and forever, should you require it!" Skytianeus lifted his face, forehead crimson and throbbing from pressing so hard against the floor for this desperate plea.

"Take a few breaths," Jett said. "Someone has kidnapped your family?"

"Yes," Skytianeus nodded.

"What do they want?" Jett asked.

"To let them enter the Dragon Guardian’s Palace."

...

No one could simply enter that place. Even a being with strength rivaling the Harbinger couldn’t just waltz into the sacred hall.

It was woven into the world itself and formed a keystone of the Guardian System. For brute force to breach it, the System would have to collapse first. Yet dismantling so many guardians and their unique realms was an ambition far beyond even the Harbinger.

Jett narrowed his eyes. Someone dangerous had clearly found a route into the Dragon Realm.

If they aimed to enter that palace, they must possess a method to disrupt or hijack its power. No wonder Skytianeus came to me; this jeopardizes the very existence of all dragons.

Eleonora raised her hand.

Jett nodded at her.

She asked, "Since this endangers the dragon race, should not the Dragon Empress address it?"

Skytianeus bit his lip. "She refused to grant me audience. I invoked the Guardian’s Might to warn her my family is in jeopardy, yet she still does not care."

"Such audacity will eventually lead that woman—and perhaps her race—to ruin," Eleonora muttered under her breath, for Master Jett to witness.

Or perhaps it never would, but Jett chose not to voice that.

"If you refuse entry, your family dies... but if you agree, your race may face a crisis of possibly unimaginable scale," Jett thought aloud.

Even Skytianeus, branded a coward by his entire race, did not wish to see them erased. He could accept his family’s deaths, trusting the dragons would eventually return so long as he remained Guardian, yet the weight of such a decision would crush him; he knew he could never bear it, and the shame would haunt his every waking moment and torment his dreams at night.

Jett sighed. "Fine. Open the way to the Guardian Palace for me right now. We’ll handle them at your place."

Skytianeus’s face brightened. Once more he pressed his forehead to the floor and deeply cried, "Thank you, Lord Warden!"

Mia and Noctlisa nodded once.

Eleonora took a moment to accept her Master’s decision. Damned dragons! First the head maid wins the privilege of waking Master and banging him here, and now a dragon steals my turn away from right under me! Ahhhh!

She clutched her hands tightly.

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