"Hehehe, my favorite color is green," the Baron continues to grin, still thinking I brought him a gift.

The deep lore of giving a green hat to someone from my past life doesn’t exist in this world, but I still feel great satisfaction handing him this one. A trophy for cuckoldry.

"So, what do you want to see me about, Baron?" I ask.

Hearing my question, he straightens his back and hands the hats to a butler before turning his focus back to me.

"Well, you did a great job training Mira. I want you to train my wife as well," he says in a panicked voice, as if not wanting his butler to hear. The butler keeps a perfect poker face, but I catch his pupils dilating faintly. He’s probably wondering why this man loves getting cucked so much.

His request is exactly what I had guessed, and thank goodness I came prepared.

"Can you describe your wife’s characteristics? And how many children do you have with her?" I ask.

"I have two kids with my wife. As for her... she’s a bit aloof. We barely talk at home. The only time we do is when it’s about the children. Our sex life is terrible too. We only had sex regularly when trying to conceive. After that, she came to me once saying she was horny, but while I was doing it she just lay there like a log. It made me feel embarrassed, like I was doing something wrong. I’ve been too nervous to try again since then," Baron Halver explains, his voice thick with emotion.

"I see. So how exactly do you want me to train your wife? Tell me your request, and I’ll make it my job," I say with a soft, professional smile that visibly relaxes him.

"I want you to bend her will and stop her from looking down on me with that constant coldness. The truth is, before we married she came from a very influential and wealthy family, so she’s quite prideful. She’s cold to me because our families forced the marriage. My second request is that you create video recordings of her lustful face every time you fuck her. I’ll pay a significant amount for each video depending on the peakness, on top of your regular fee."

"However, I have a few rules. First, you shall not impregnate my wife. Second, don’t let her develop emotional feelings for you. Third, don’t let any word of this get out. If it does, I’ll be shamed—I once mocked friends who did something similar," Baron Halver says, finally clearing his throat.

I lean forward slightly, a sinister smile forming on my face as I hear his requests and terms.

"I can do everything you asked, my lord, but I have a few terms of my own before I agree to a contract. First, I won’t be taking any pills from you this time. Second, you’ll reserve a flat for me like you did with Mira, only bigger, well-decorated, and filled with your wedding photos in every nook and cranny. Third, I’ll come and go as I please—no sleepovers here and no fixed working hours like last time. Finally, you’ll refer me to your friends. You can hide the fact that I trained your wife; just praise my exceptional skills," I say, leaning back once I’ve finished.

I notice the spark in the Baron’s eyes dim upon hearing my conditions. Honestly, I don’t really care if he accepts. I’m already satisfied he took the green hats.

While thinking, I glance at him from the corner of my eye and see his face shifting constantly, clearly in inner turmoil.

Then he lets out a heavy breath.

"Your terms are even more numerous than mine, but... they’re reasonable. I was selfish last time not letting you go home until the job was done. I’m truly sorry about that. The flat and photos aren’t a problem—I suppose you need them for the job. The only thing that concerns me is you refusing the precaution pill. I don’t want you impregnating my wife," he mutters.

"I’m sorry, but I’m not taking any pill. We’ll have it in the contract that I won’t impregnate her, so what else are you worried about? If you can’t accept my terms, I’ll respectfully decline," I say, bowing slightly and pretending to stand up to leave.

"W-Wait!" he calls out, sighing heavily again. My mouth curls into a smile at this pathetic man who loves getting cucked so badly he’d beg the person about to pound his wife’s pussy.

But then I realize I’ve made a blunder. I haven’t even seen his wife yet. It would really suck if she turned out to be a three-hundred-pound fatty. There isn’t a single wedding photo of them in the living room either.

"Fine, I agree to your conditions. Let’s talk about payment."

"Ah, that’s right. I haven’t seen your wife yet. Can you call her over? And have you already talked to her about this?" I ask.

"Yes, yes," the Baron gestures to his butler to fetch her, then turns back to me. "I have spoken with her. She seemed indifferent, even looked down on me and chuckled mockingly. She said no matter what I throw her way, she won’t change her attitude toward me," Baron Halver says, clutching his fists tightly.

I realize just how much his life sucks despite being a prestigious noble. All that wealth and countless sex maids, yet he still feels pathetic because his own wife looks down on him. Nobles’ problems, I guess.

I compare his appearance to mine. Baron Halver is a burly man—not as tall as me, but huge and packed with muscle under his clothes. He’s not bad-looking either. Only one thing could make his wife so cold toward him; she gets off on looking down on him and treating him like a boy-toy. That hobby would become her downfall. A very evil grimace spreads across my face again. The Baron looks at me strangely, so I quickly adjust my expression.