The day passed, and the new day came.
Elias continued his acting, but while doing so, he also maintained a distance from his maid.
It didn't mean he was outright running.
No, Elias was simply not falling for her seduction, which he had done on the first day.
And like that, two days passed.
During these times, he also came to the conclusion that the maid was working for Victor. The reason for this conclusion was the blatant way of seduction used by the maid.
There were limits to some things, but not this. Elias felt as if her life depended on whether she could seduce him or not.
'Maybe it really is.'
Elias wondered, as the maid bathed him. Her clothes were wet, her bra peeking out as her cleavage view registered in his eye.
All of this made Elias hard, which, in truth, showed his little brother was working. Because if he couldn't get hard due to this nerve-tightening scene, he seriously needed to visit a healer.
While musing to himself, he felt the maid's hand wander downward.
'Not again.'
"My lord," she said in a seductive tone. Her eyes and voice, her face and her lips—every part of her face expressed an expression that could make even a eunuch agree. "Should I help you?"
'Are you asking or begging?'
Elias first felt bad for this woman in front of him. Because it really felt that he was taking advantage of her.
Well, he already had once, but that didn't count, as he was not in his right mind that time due to transmigrating.
'Or maybe I was just horny.'
However, that feeling didn't remain for long when it also became more evident what she really wanted to do.
She was helping Victor, the person who was going to be the reason for Elias getting thrown or maybe killed.
Maybe she was being forced, but still, his life being on the line didn't really help him to feel guilt about others.
So...
"I am not in the mood," he answered, and the maid reluctantly removed her hand.
This has been happening for two days; Sylphie didn't know what had happened. Was she not hot enough for him anymore?
No, that was not true; he was hard.
Was he possibly getting bored? Or maybe something happened during the conversation he had with that creature?
Every possible reason was bad for her.
Her sister's life was on the line.
Brooding, she tried her best to do anything, something to return his mood to the first day and make him respond, but the baron didn't even glance at her.
'This is bad.'
***
'Maybe I should drink today.'
Elias, in these two days, simply remained in his room. Save with sometimes wandering here and there.
The previous Elias used to drink a lot, do drugs, or maybe go to a brothel or gambling houses, which he himself had ordered to be open.
But it didn't mean he did not use to stay in his room. He did sometimes; days and weeks used to pass, and he used to be cooped up inside his room.
But even then, drinks and drugs were quite prevalent. The state of intoxication was something he yearned for.
However, Elias feared he would spill something if he drank or used a drug, so he didn't. But now that this was the last day, he thought of drinking today and had ordered the maid to get it.
The wait didn't last for long, as at last Sylphie arrived in the room. After arriving, everything was set up as she poured drinks into the gleaming wineglasses.
Varieties of drinks were placed. All looking expensive in nature.
Next to them, a large number of drugs were also present. Glancing at the platter full of drugs and whatnot, Elias couldn't believe it.
'I am not doing it.'
Elias literally screamed seeing the number of drinks and drugs. He was going to die if he took all that inside his body.
'What the fuck are these people thinking?'
And worst of all, Elias had never drunk. Just the thought of polluting his body made him nervous and anxious.
'Well, this body is already polluted.'
He sighed internally.
Breaking his train of thought was the maid.
"Here, my lord."
She chirped with enthusiasm.
Elias glanced at her before taking the glass from her hand.
As Sylphie handed the glass to Elias, her excitement increased. She had planned to seduce him after he got drunk.
Sylphie didn't know if it would change something. But she wanted to try anything at this point.
Elias could see the glow in her eyes and could practically read her thoughts; she was that excited.
'I'm not getting that drunk woman.'
Elias, sneering in his mind, raised the goblet and took a cautious sip. The liquid bit at his tongue, harsh and burning as it slid down his throat.
The feeling of a cough rose from inside him, but he suppressed it with all his might, drinking the whole glass in one gulp.
As all the liquid slid down his throat, burning along, he felt relaxed. At last, he had drunk this thing.
But...
'Eww, why the fuck do people drink things like this?'
Disgusted by the feeling, he put the glass down while doing his absolute best not to make a weird face.
clink
However, the next second...
Came the warmth—slowly, creepingly—spreading through his chest.
For the first time since waking in this body, the tightness in his mind loosened.
…It was faint, but it was there.
He felt relief.
Before Elias knew it, a second cup was already near his mouth.
Then third... Fourth... fifth... and he went on...
The relief that he felt in his mind was so addictive that he forgot everything that he had thought. The rule that he would only drink some had blurred as the amount of liquid sliding down his throat increased.
'Oh, it's soo guudd!'
*
'Uh!'
Elias's eyes opened as he felt a sharp headache.
Groggily, he looked here and there as his spinning vision calmed down a bit. Only a bit, though.
'Did I drink a lot?' He wondered before groaning. 'No shit.'
'I hope I didn't blabber about something.'
His mind was still not in his full control; the intoxication was there, but at least he had semi-control of his body.
Or whatever this was.
Looking sideways, he could see the darkness creeping. It was still night.
'I should take a bath.'
However, before he could pull himself up or wonder more, he felt a strong stimulation around his cock, tight and wet enough to make him curse.
"Fuck!"