“I can teach Heath to become a true noble during your stay here. Just as Til has changed so splendidly. Look at me. I’m only a baron, and I’m probably wearing clothes cheaper than what you have on right now. But ‘unlike you,’ I don’t look like a commoner, do I?”

Heath looked around the hall. The nobles gathered there were leisurely sipping their tea and chatting without making any particular effort to put on airs. Bellian, too, blended among them without the slightest sense of incongruity.

In fact, despite his low title, he looked like someone who naturally stood at the center of things. It seemed that the only person in this setting who was anxiously conscious of others’ gazes was Heath himself.

A brief silence passed. The scent of flower tea, now even stronger than before, filled the hall. At last, Heath spoke with a slight sneer mixed in.

“The rain keeps falling, and I have nothing to do this afternoon anyway. Shall I try a little taste of whatever method the baron used to educate Til? But if I find the education lacking, I’ll stop right away.”

Bellian smiled broadly and asked.

“Very well. Let me ask you one question first. What do you think is the difference between a noble and a commoner, in Heath’s view?”

“If commoners at least try to pretend to be decent, nobles do bad things openly? Like you, who just teased me a moment ago.”

At Heath’s blunt answer, now openly showing hostility, Bellian grinned and poured him another cup of tea. It was a red flower tea with a sweet, heady fragrance.

“That’s exactly it. So Heath must be educated to carry himself with the shameless attitude of a noble, no matter what bad thing he does.”

“You’re not going to say something trite about controlling one’s emotions, I hope.”

“It’s different from that. I intend to deliberately expose you to situations of extreme depravity in advance, in order to make you numb. If you experience the very worst, then anything merely bad will seem like nothing at all.”

Deliberately expose him to situations of extreme depravity in advance? He tried to express his confusion at the somewhat bewildering statement, but nothing came to mind to counter it with. His words were genuinely logical.

“Let me show you. Til, stand here, take off your shirt, and knead your own chest.”

“Yes, master.”

“What?! What are you telling Til to do…”

Heath’s eyes went wide with shock at Bellian’s sudden command. But Til himself showed no hesitation whatsoever and slowly began to remove his clothing.

With vacant, unfocused eyes staring into the air, Til, now half-naked, cupped his chest with his hands and kneaded it. He seemed unconcerned with the gazes of others.

“Make sure your nipples are clearly visible as you touch them.”

At the baron’s words, Til slipped his fingers over his nipples and scissored them. The nipples, squeezed between his fingers, were pressed flat and then released again, the sight of it laid bare without concealment.

“How does it feel, Til?”

“Pressing my nipples hard feels very good.”

“Are you bothered by other people’s gazes?”

“Not at all. Hah…”

His lips slightly parted as if he truly felt good, Til continued to knead his chest, and Heath, who had been speechless, finally stood up and cried out.

“Baron Nightrow! What do you think you’re doing!”

At the commotion, the people nearby began to look at Til, who was touching his chest.

“What’s all this noise? Good heavens, what is that!”

“Oh! Someone over there is taking off their clothes and doing something strange?!”

“Baron Nightrow is making his attendant do something strange–!”

Just as Heath was about to explain the situation to the startled, murmuring crowd, Til, without a trace of embarrassment, continued fondling his chest and called out loudly to the assembled guests.

“I am currently receiving education from the baron on enduring shame and building confidence! I will not greatly disturb your lordships’ teatime, so I would be grateful for your cooperation.”

“Til, what are you saying…! That kind of thing, calling it education…!”

Heath’s face flushed deep red as he protested, but strangely, the reactions of the others were different.

“Ah. It seems Baron Nightrow is educating the Featherwing attendant.”

“What’s this. It wasn’t anything worth making a fuss over. The young master of Featherwing is quite excitable.”

“That’s how upstarts are, I suppose. Even so, to maintain such composure while receiving such degrading education, that’s a fine attendant, rare to see these days.”

The people actually rebuked Heath and praised Til. Among them, many returned to their own business as if nothing had happened at all. Seeing this, Heath could not even continue speaking and kept staring only at Bellian.

“You see, Heath. When you carry yourself with confidence born of shamelessness, no one says a word. It’s only you, floundering about, who gets an earful.”

“Th, there’s no way that kind of education exists…!”

“Til endured countless degrading things at my hands last night. He has now become a man who can act as though something like that is nothing at all. The core of confidence is shamelessness, Heath.”

Is that so? Am I the one who’s strange here? Heath clutched his startled chest and looked at Til. Even while doing something so degrading, the people around him didn’t mind, and Til had even been praised for his good posture.

“Til, let’s move on to a more difficult stage. Would you go over to that gentleman sitting there and ask him to suck your nipples, then come back?”

“Yes, master.”

Til, his chest still bare, walked toward the man Bellian had chosen. He then approached the man who was eating and spoke to him without hesitation.

“Excuse me, sir. I’m sorry to interrupt your meal, but would you please suck my nipples?”

The man nodded with a look of no particular doubt and readily granted Til’s request.

“You said you were being educated? I’m indebted to Baron Nightrow, so of course I should help.”

“I will move so that it is easier for your lordship to suck.”

Til sat on the man’s lap. He then pulled the man’s head close and buried it against his chest. After placing his nipple in the man’s mouth, he bounced his body up and down.

“Oh, what a polite young man, rare to see these days. Slurp… suck. It’s a man’s chest, but it’s been a while since I’ve sucked on one. Suck…”

The man, driven by desire that lingered in his subconscious, greedily sucked at Til’s chest. Even as the man set his teeth against the nipple and chewed at it, Til only parted his lips in a dazed, blank expression and showed not the slightest agitation.

“Ah, aah… please, suck as much as you like…”

Til pulled the man’s head close and let out a sweet moan. Even when the man poked at the other side of his chest with the knife he had been holding for his meal, Til made no move to stop him.

“Being from the wealthy Featherwing, even his nipples are plump and ripe. Slurp… the sucking is delightful… I’m getting worked up for the first time in a while.”

The people around them were startled to see Til having his chest sucked in the middle of the hall, but upon hearing the explanation that it was education and seeing their composed manner, they seemed to accept it and returned to their own business. Bellian called out loudly, as if wanting Heath to hear.

“Til, it seems that gentleman has gotten an erection because of you, so take responsibility and take care of his needs as well.”

Til languidly shifted his position and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. He then pulled his trousers down slightly, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips.

“Please don’t hold back, and put your cock inside my back hole. Last night, my master took my virginity and personally widened my hole so that I would be able to take care of other gentlemen’s needs through my back hole.”

“Oh. Is it ready to go in right away?”

“Yes… My master’s semen is still filling me inside, so it’s in a very moist state.”

With bold hands, Til reached into the man’s lower half and pulled out his cock, which was fully erect. He then rubbed the glans between the cleft of his buttocks and let out a heated moan, stoking the man’s desire further.

“Haa… sir. You’ve gotten your cock this big because of me… It’s entirely the fault of my indecent chest, so please enjoy my hole until you are fully relieved.”

“Haha. A manservant who knows how to properly serve his master. Then let’s see how your hole tastes.”

Til rotated his hips and aligned his hole with the tip of the glans. When he bore down and made his hole flutter open, the slick semen pooled inside trickled out and slicked the glans and shaft. After rotating his hips a few more times to wet the glans, Til moistened his lips and pressed his hips firmly down.

“Hah, the cock…!”

At the sharp sensation of being pierced through his lower half, a flame lit in Til’s eyes, which had been unfocused the whole time. After that, Til said nothing more. He simply drove his hips down wildly, like an animal, forcing the man’s cock deeper into his anal passage.

“Hah, Baron Nightrow. You’ve trained this hole remarkably well…! The tightness is better than most women. Haa… this is a truly proper hole!”

As Til skillfully rolled his hips and squeezed his passage around the cock, the man dropped the knife he had been holding and let out exclamation after exclamation.

“You flatter me. I am only glad that you are satisfied with a still-inexperienced boy.”

Bellian placed his hand over his chest as if paying his respects and gave a slight bow. He then straightened up and winked at Heath.

“Heath, it is rude to look so flustered while watching someone else attend to their needs.”

But Heath could not tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him. His heart pounded wildly. It was strange. He was the only one this flustered, while the people around him were far too composed.

The sense of wrongness still lingered, but it was also hard to keep denying it outright. Perhaps it was like how, when grown men train repeatedly with heavy weights, they eventually find lighter weights effortless to lift.

On top of that, it also bothered him, for some reason, to see the dimwitted Til being treated as though he were a better person than himself. A strange, petty competitiveness was quietly raising its head in a corner of his heart.

“What a remarkable hole. Haa…! Til, was it? The way you move your hips is no joke.”

It was the first time he had experienced a man’s hole, but the incomparable tightness made the man come quickly, and he wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. Til lifted his hips with a light movement. White fluid dripped down from his loosely gaping anal passage.

“Hng, I’m glad, sir, that you were satisfied with my hole. Ah… I will clean up properly as well.”

Without any thought of tidying his own lower half, from which semen was still dripping, Til crawled under the table and took the man’s wet cock into his mouth and sucked.