What kind of doujinshi is this?

Seeing that Luke wasn’t just talking, but genuinely had the nerve to follow along, Elia could only reluctantly lead him to her workplace.

Her task this time was to perform blessings and purifications at Count Lecherley’s home.

To be honest, this was a task she was very unwilling to accept.

Because Count Lecherley was extremely lecherous, had a multitude of mistresses, and still wasn’t satisfied. He always gazed at her with lustful eyes, seeking opportunities to get close and grope her.

Although Iris would usually fend him off, and she herself would find excuses to dodge, now that she was going into his stronghold, it was no exaggeration to say she was walking into a tiger’s den.

So why didn’t she refuse?

She actually wanted to ignore it, but Count Lecherley held a high position in the Ministry of Finance, and his eldest son and brothers were spread across various departments… To keep her hard-won preferential treatment, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and take on this job.

Thinking of this, Elia actually felt somewhat grateful that the bastard Hero had followed along… With the Hero present, Count Lecherley would have to think twice before doing anything to her.

Of course, gratitude or thanks to this bastard Hero were nonexistent. After all, being her temporary tool for a super invincible beautiful girl was a reward in itself; asking for more would be ungrateful.

‘Heh heh.’

Luke watched the proud and smug mental chibi of a certain person, smiling silently.

Count Lecherley’s mansion was in the wealthy district of Dickden-like Capital, with vast grounds. The main residence was a luxurious and imposing small castle, truly a parvenu’s ostentation.

Seeing Elia’s group from afar, the butler immediately had the servants line up in two rows to welcome them in.

‘Welcome, my dear Elia!’

Upon entering the castle, a particularly lewd and greasy-looking middle-aged man, 1.65 meters tall, quickly walked over, opening his arms as if to embrace Elia.

‘Count Lecherley, it’s a pleasure.’

Iris quickly stepped between the two, intending to prevent this lewd act.

‘My dear Iris, it’s truly been a long time!’

Shamelessly, upon seeing Iris step forward to obstruct him, Count Lecherley didn’t get angry; instead, he was delighted and took the opportunity to try and embrace Iris.

‘Count Lecherley, please compose yourself.’

Iris reached out and grabbed Lecherley’s face, making him miss. When Iris released him, Lecherley took a deep, satisfied sniff of the lingering scent on her hand, displaying a look of enjoyment.

‘Tsk…’ Iris couldn’t help but show a disgusted expression.

But Lecherley was waiting for that very expression, his face growing increasingly excited, until… he saw the uninvited guest behind the two women.

‘Who are you? Guards, where are the guards? How did an outsider get in… Huh? Wait.’

Count Lecherley’s face immediately turned ashen, but before he could finish his reprimand, he recognized the identity of the third person, momentarily stunned. ‘You are… Sir Luke?’

‘Yes, Count Lecherley, long time no see.’

Luke had just arrived in the capital the day Count Lecherley was also present, although their exchange had only been a symbolic one or two sentences of self-introduction.

‘So it is Sir Hero visiting, I am truly sorry for not greeting you properly… Butler, why didn’t you announce Sir Hero’s arrival! Honestly, do you know how awkward you’ve made me?’ Count Lecherley immediately changed his attitude and hypocritically berated the butler for his dereliction of duty, using it to cover up his previous rudeness.

At this, Elia was overjoyed.

What she wanted was precisely such a chaperone to deter Count Lecherley!

‘Gentlemen, this way, please… It’s like this, I believe there are some unclean things in the house…’

Afterwards, just as Elia had guessed, with Luke present, Count Lecherley dared not make any trouble and quickly led the three to the various locations of alleged incidents.

But with just a glance, Elia understood that there was nothing in the Count’s mansion; the so-called uncleanness was all a pretense artificially created, its true purpose being to find an excuse to lure her there.

‘Wow, this greasy old man is truly disgusting.’

Elia knew very well how astonishing her charm was, and she also knew how these men would go crazy for her.

But in her previous life, she had been male. Even after losing her “tools of the trade,” she no longer felt any interest in other women, but the fundamental male principles etched into her soul still existed.

Therefore, she didn’t want any other man to take advantage of her in the slightest… You ask why she didn’t restrain herself and instead kept stimulating other men?

Please, she was so super invincible cute and beautiful… wouldn’t it be a waste of heavenly resources not to show it off?

Unable to control their impulses, unable to control their lower halves, it was those stinking men’s fault, alright!

Not to mention, she was unique; even the Goddess couldn’t help but bestow upon her unparalleled beauty, transforming her from a man into a super invincible beautiful girl.

She was meant to stand above all beings, to be worshipped and revered by these humble ordinary people!

Thinking this, Elia laughed smugly in her heart.

In summary, knowing that Count Lecherley had plotted so much for her, even if he was disgusting, Elia’s vanity was greatly satisfied, and she immediately became overjoyed to the point of forgetting herself.

So much so that she forgot that she was able to navigate so smoothly entirely because of a certain tool-man Hero, whom she considered not even worthy of being a protector, holding down the fort…

Furthermore, she overlooked the possibility that a certain vulgar Count wouldn’t give up, and was finding ways to send both the Hero and the maid away from her…

Then—

‘Sir Hero, my young son has always admired you greatly. Since he learned of your arrival, he has been clamoring to meet you. I wonder if you would condescend to see him and fulfill his wish? Of course, I wouldn’t let you do it for nothing…’

‘Of course, no problem!’

Luke readily agreed before the other party could mention compensation.

Because the matter itself was the best reward for him.

A moment later, an attendant rushed over.

‘May I ask who Miss Iris is? Sir Hero requires your assistance!’

‘That’s me, but…’

Iris instinctively felt that something was amiss.

‘Iris, I’ll leave Sir Luke to you.’

A certain person immediately imagined the scene of the Hero being unable to handle even a child, secretly casting a magic similar to a dashcam on the elf maid, while her face showed a worried expression.

‘Alright, Your Highness Elia, I’ll be right back.’

So, by the time Elia regained her senses, she found herself alone with the vulgar Count, who was grinning lecherously and leading her to some secluded room she didn’t recognize.

‘Not good, I’ve fallen into a trap!’

Elia’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure.

After all, in broad daylight, under a clear sky, and with both of them being respectable people, no matter how lustful Lecherley was, he wouldn’t brazenly make a move on her…

‘Heh heh heh… Now there’s no one left to hinder us.’

However, Count Lecherley had no intention of restraining himself or stopping.

He raised his hand to shoulder height, spreading his claws like a cat toying with a mouse, while making a kneading motion and brazenly scanning Elia’s curvaceous figure from top to bottom with a naked gaze.

At the same time, Elia sniffed a strange fragrance permeating the room.