CHAPTER 70: MASTER JETT

With this, I can finally head home and kick back, at last and unwind properly! No more drama, hassles, or Warden‑related nightmares will follow me there! I’ll also get to show off my maids to Mom and Dad, so only good times lie ahead!

Jett looked so relieved and happy that Skytianeus assumed his triumphant victory over the Dragon Empress and Holdrake felt exactly that glorious. And it was, yet nothing could top returning home after changing so much and growing up.

The key reasons behind that growth quickly called out to him.

"My deepest congratulations on resolving the Dragon Guardian’s predicament and thus completing your quest. I can tell you’re eager for the reward, Master Jett," Mia said with a smile, knowing Jett better than anyone here.

Noctlisa tilted her head. "Headin’ back home, aye? That’ll be real fun. I’m already curious about Master’s world."

Eleonora swallowed nervously. "I didn’t know so much was at stake. It truly greatly gladdens me that Master will be able to go home..." But surely he’ll handle all his affairs here before taking a proper, well‑deserved vacation, right? I won’t be... put on hold.

Mia and Noctlisa, stirred by their keen womanly instincts, looked at Eleonora with narrowed eyes, their deadpan gazes telling the silver‑haired maid they could easily sense her hidden, fluttering feelings. Under their intense scrutiny, Eleonora blushed. Mia lifted her chin proudly, flaunting that she was truly a woman, while Noctlisa merely nodded, though the playful curve of her lips revealed a sly, mischievous little grin.

"I’ll summon the imperial healers," Skytianeus said. "Would you mind carrying Her Majesty to a chamber in the Dragon Guardian Palace?"

"Not at all," Jett said with a grin.

Jett had once said that helping others with an ulterior motive was nothing but clever manipulation, and he felt a faint, familiar hint of that now; personally carrying the Dragon Empress to safety sent many layered, political messages to everyone watching. Leaving her to Skytianeus instead would have made him look detached and cold.

If he were being totally himself, he’d probably quip, "I’d hate to pass up a chance to carry someone this hot," though he’d only admit that to his maids. After carefully settling the Dragon Empress into an enormous, silken bed, he left her to sleep in absolute silence and headed for his sprawling mansion, the maids trailing dutifully in his wake. He needed some serious, uninterrupted rest and still had to truly, methodically wrap up his remaining affairs in Fayralia before finally, triumphantly returning home, without any lingering regrets whatsoever for himself and for all those who depended on him.

"There are dragon matters, and there are human matters," he said aloud.

"Really?!" Eleonora blurted, unable to stop herself.

"Yes," Jett replied after a beat, not expecting her reaction.

She looked like a schoolgirl who’d just heard her crush say "yes," yet he couldn’t figure out what triggered it.

What’s up with her?

...

Jett woke up a few hours later. It was early morning, and the Dragon Realm’s sun was rising with him. That sun was really a swirl of green‑yellow haze that looked stunning against the violet dawn sky. Bands of translucent light rippled over distant jade mountains, painting the palace’s balconies in shimmering chartreuse. Even so, Noctlisa standing attentively at his side was far more gorgeous—his morning wood agreed.

She grinned. "Master’s morning wood is a sight to behold. No wonder the head maid never lets anyone else take the job of waking you."

"Wanna deal with it?" Jett asked, grinning.

"Aye!" Noctlisa answered energetically, peeling her Master’s bedsheets off him and admiring the full tent his boxers made around his erect cock. She freed his manhood and began pumping it gently—very much against her usual style, yet a change Jett welcomed after everything that had happened in recent days. Her fingers traced delicate veins along the underside, measuring his heat with reverence inherited from her knightly discipline.

He melted into the mattress as usual and simply enjoyed his maid’s ministrations. Every slow glide of her fist coaxed a low, appreciative rumble from deep in his chest.

"You’re gentler than usual. Is Mia behind this? Why is she absent today?" Jett asked. He arched an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

Noctlisa replied, "The head maid personally ordered me not to be rough with Master—slow and gentle, she said it three times. She knows how wild I can get. I thought it over and realized Master needs this pace. It’s a new, pleasant experience for me too, so I’m all in. Am I doing it well? I wish to serve you perfectly, Master—your pleasure is my foremost oath."

"Yeah," Jett groaned. The single word slipped out thick and raw, vibrating through the dawn‑lit chamber like low thunder.

"As for why she’s not here—Skytianeus invited Master to breakfast, so the head maid rushed ahead to the Dragon Guardian Palace to make sure everything is ready. Is she one of those people who think men can’t cook?"

"Ha! Who knows?" Jett grinned.

"There’s something else exciting about me being here," Noctlisa added, lifting Jett’s brow. Her tone was playful, yet a glimmer of mischief sparked in her storm‑gray eyes.

"More exciting than you wanking me off?" he asked.

"That’s the most exciting part, but there’s a second‑most exciting part too," Noctlisa teased, leaning down to kiss Jett’s crown. "Eleonora is pent‑up as hell."

Jett’s brows shot up, then he smirked. "Ah, right, now I remember. She really is pent‑up. She went into slumber to wait for my succession and serve as my maid, and she’s already past her so‑called romance prime. She hinted there’s a lot to her, which had me curious as hell, but everything that happened made me forget. That explains her reaction yesterday. She’s glad I’m not rushing home and thinks one of my ’human matters’ is deflowering her."

"Aye," Noctlisa nodded. "So me being here, sucking Master’s thick lance, is exactly what must have gotten on Eleonora’s nerves."

"You couldn’t give up the snack for her, huh?" Jett teased.

"Nope," Noctlisa answered bluntly.

He chuckled. Raising his torso, he studied her from another angle. He tucked stray white strands behind her ear while she bobbed on his cock, then gathered her hair and guided the pace. Feelings for her resurfaced, and the moment soared beyond simple lust.

Jett abruptly pulled her off his cock, Noctlisa’s lips parting in pleased surprise. She speared him with a curious stare.

"I love that opportunistic, teasing side of yours. You’ve shown so many more emotions lately, and they’ve all smitten me," Jett said. "So tell me—what do you think of me, not as the Warden but as a man?"

His hand tightened unconsciously around her hair, holding her at one angle as doubt flashed through him. He’d already spoken his mind and chose to stand by it—and besides, she liked it rough.

Thinking back on everything she had faced alongside Jett, Noctlisa’s heart beat faster; she realized she’d been watching him with more meaning than she should. From his genuine desire and his respect for her lineage to her own wish to shoulder his burdens not only as a maid but as his woman.

Now that he had voiced his feelings, she needed to answer.

"I love you, Master," she said, faintly smiling.

Jett couldn’t have asked for more. Her honesty was clear, her awareness blooming. He drew her into his arms and pressed her firmly against his chest.

"It’s Master Jett from now on," he murmured.

Noctlisa nodded in his embrace. "Aye, Master Jett."

"Ride me," Jett whispered in her ear, his morning wood more demanding than ever on this truly intoxicating morning.

...

Jett and his maids made their way toward Skytianeus’ palace beneath the emerald‑gold haze of the Dragon Realm’s dawn. The Dragon Empress had already awakened and received treatment for her wounds, yet she refused to depart, insisting on an official audience with the Warden. Courtesy dictated that Jett first share breakfast with Skytianeus, so he left her waiting a little longer, savoring the power shift.

Mia waited in the dining hall, posted beside Jett’s chair like a poised sentry. She felt a new, almost tender aura clinging to Noctlisa, though she couldn’t name it. When Jett sat and invited the others to do the same—only five of them today—Noctlisa was the first to speak.

"Aye, Master Jett," Noctlisa said, dropping into the seat at his left, smirking.

I see how it is, Mia thought, quietly taking a seat as well.

Although Noctlisa had charmed Jett and carved a place in his heart, affections could shift without warning. Mia understood she might tumble from lover to bystander once more maids woke and additional women entered her Master’s orbit. That sobering reality meant she had to keep pressing forward, relentlessly.

For now, clinging rigidly to her maid rules was a hard no for Mia.

Across the table, Eleonora nearly cracked the wood under her trembling fingers. Everyone is sprinting ahead, and I’m still on the starting line! Maybe I haven’t even crossed it! Ah, Master, just look at me—take me somewhere private and grant me precious time alone with you, just the two of us, please! Please notice me!