Chapter 11: Beyond the Walls of the Estate
In the afterglow of the night's triumph, Ragga van Elson was in bed with Sera who was sleeping beside him and felt warm. Still, his mind was somewhere else altogether. Sera was the first one to submit willingly to his charm, and while so were Olivia and Lila, the chances of escaping the house any further were becoming brighter concerning the limits of the estate.
He was not Joon anymore, the gawky and unattractive man from his previous life. Ragga was the new young master who had in him all traits of intellect and beauty which was unlike anything in the novel that he had been reading for twenty-eight years. His life here was no longer governed by the story he had learnt by heart. He was now the one who could decide how it would play out. What pertained to that was truth that reached far and broader than the estate.
Outside the window, dawn was slowly creeping in and the skies were hinting at light rosy tints, Ragga understood that winning over the maid in charge of the estate, Sera, Olivia, Lila, and others was just the tip of the iceberg. And the estate, even though it was vast and luxurious, sooner or later, was going to be theliet if not cramped to his aspirations. He wanted more. He wanted the adventure of winning lands outside of the present surrounding.
The sunrise was a portent of fresh determination. Ragga however had no plans of taking a break. He will persist in flattering and enticing the women of the estate – Sera, also Olivia and Lila will soon be the next. But he knew that these aspirations would shift one day out of the boundaries of Elson's mansion.
As usual, the noise of the diners overwhelmed Ragga when he walked into the dining hall and surveyed the maids. His attention was particularly on Olivia, the key maid who had not surrendered to his will at that time. There was an air of haughtiness and a fettering quality in the person of hers which was mouthwatering. But Olivia would go down just like all the others. He had patience, so even the woman's will so ironclad would eventually break.
"Young Master," she said when he met her, as usual framing him with a high precision such as a businesslike greeting and yet looking at him. Ragga still found her asoodles voice interesting even though she still quite remained as a puzzle. The calmness was annoying, for Ragga knew that there was a need hiding beneath that cool demeanor, which he was bent on exposing.
'Good morning, Ms. Olivia' Ragga said with confidence in his voice. 'I assume everything is alright, am I right?'
'As always, Young Master,' Olivia said, impassively.
He decided to let the matter drop – Olivia believed in tact. She would not go down so easily, unlike Sera. Her subjugation will have to be forged in a different way – in a way that will take time and a rather well-planned deviation.
Later in the day, Ragga began thinking about theme of this particular season, looking further ahead than the rest of the avon. He could already see it; how he would rule over the estate, how all the maids would fall head over heals for him, their old fortresses once blank and grumpy husks would dissolve of his groupies persuasion. But the estate itself was not the end of his wanderings and dreams. There was always a much broader perspective- that of seduction, dominion, and conquest; a whole new world out there.
Elson estate was only the appetizer. There had been no wars over lies and seductions connection the Roman empire with the Europe. When he had Olivia, then Lila and other maids under his thumb, Ragga clearly understood that the other beauties that were in estates, towns and cities nearby will be next too fell in his snare. The outside world was so large that few or no noble ladies, traders' wives, or even widows were left untouched.
There wasn't a single person on this earth whom he could not obliterate. After all, no one knew who face hidden underneath or how deep his knowledge of the past and the future of this world went. He had the ultimate advantage: he was familiar with every single detail of the original storyline, and at the moment, however, the story was warped to his pleasure.
That night, after having once more graciously charmed the last of the remaining maids, Ragga went home into his chambers where Sera was already waiting for him. She had pledged herself to him completely—she would now do anything for him, and her presence was a harbinger of things to come.
And when he was in bed with Sera curled up against him, his thoughts, once again, flew to the outer world of Ragga. He had come across diagrams of the properties owned by the Elson family and they reached out into the horizon, beyond the mansion and its estate. The Elson clan had a monopoly over several towns, and it was so easy for Ragga to spread his territory.
And then he recalled the graphs of ladies depicted in the story—a distance he couldn't possibly cross just as a servant. Countesses, Baronesses, and Queens who's who in the circumscribed story and all eager to invade in his new life each of the women could transform into a Role of a domain.
In the fictional account, these women remained mere supporting characters to the male-centered story, but not for Ragga. He was aware of them, of what they wanted, of what angered them, and what they did not say. One by one, he was like a hunter who would go after each of them, every movement aggressive, purposefully planned to capture the person till he or she finally succumbs.
The following day, ragga saw it fit to seek the company of lila, which did not surprise anyone as Lila was the maid. Always bubbly and constantly oozing flirtation but never going the full distance. She laughed as she strolled with him in the gardens of the mansion with a few of her actions directed towards him causing her arm to brush his every once in a while. Unlike the other… Lila was more into the limelight, the teasing burst of others. She might as well say she had given herself to him half way and if she did not know it now, she would soon find out.
"Is that so, Young Master? Is that so?" You are quite an attractive person", – Lila said, walking and smiling mischievously to him.
"Only at the request of the company," Ragga smiled, his eyes trained on her. "And with you, Lila, that quality rather comes out of the need."
Lila instantly turned pink, in an act that was almost comical, smirked to pretend that she was not embarrassed. "You are certainly going to make all the maids in this house fall at your feet with such praise."
"Let them swoon," Ragga's tone grew soft as he approached her and held her hand in his. "You think it is too much. But I wonder – will you be the first to cave in?"
For just a fraction of a second, Lila's light-hearted facade came apart, replaced by an expression more split, more delicate. Ragga understood well how his words were influencing her. She was close, so dreadfully close, where simply one small more push and she would be his.
But, just like with Olivia, he had to be quick. He could not be in a hurry. Each soldier whom he had to conquer next had to be subordinated in a time, in a plan.
The next days were spent by Ragga looking to cement his power inside the estate but his thoughts remain in the future. There was something outside the estate that inspired him and he was aware that after conquering the maids in the Elson mansion, he would like to aim for bigger prize- that is beyond the Elson estate.
The towns and cities that Elsons were ruling were ripe for the ambition of every Elson family member. Powerful and influential women, who had hitherto been unbeatable in the original plot, would soon become his captives. As he has long wished, not of the Elson estate alone, he would become not only the King of the milfs, but the king who established it
But as Ragga got ready for another stage of his design, he couldn't suppress a chuckle with the idea. This was insipid to him as a child having a prima ballerina as a doll, while the rest of the world was his stage.
This was just the tip of the iceberg.
Soon, however, the notable will only be of Ragga van Elson the spicy lord and king of Mils.