My Master's Sweet Maid
While she cried for a long time, a small knock sounded.
Knock knock.
“……”
Startled, she held her breath tightly. Beyond the door, her master’s voice came through, cautious and gentle.
“Don’t come out.”
“……”
“Um… I came to tell you that you don’t need to prepare dinner. I was going to eat in the village anyway since I had business there. So… don’t worry and rest well.”
“……sniff.”
Emilia desperately buried the sob threatening to escape again into the pillow. Her mind, filled with fear, imagined the worst scenario—unlike her usual self.
It meant she didn’t want to eat food prepared by a maid who didn’t even wear underwear…?
Even when scolding people, her master was always so kind. Emilia curled up her body and wiped her red eyes with her sleeve.
When would he go? Before he spoke, would she have to pack first? What if the villagers found out?
Emilia lay face down on the blanket and cried for a long time.
***
Cialan went out to the garden prepared in the backyard and, as soon as he sat on the bench, let out a long sigh.
“Huu…”
His greatest strength, recognized by all, was that he didn’t show emotions easily in most situations. Moreover, he had crossed death’s line countless times at the front lines of this war. His nerves were dull as ever, and nothing new could surprise him anymore when he saw any human face.
But what he experienced in the study just now… and the sound of Emilia’s sobs coming through the thin door—he couldn’t forget even if he tried.
He had seen her falter for a moment when he ruined his clothes in the laundry, or when he secretly watered the rare poisonous plants for research and got scolded to death. But she would quickly recover and be full of energy again.
This was the first time Cialan had seen such a pitiful Emilia crying so bitterly.
“It’s all my fault.”
His long eyelashes furrowed in pain. The scene when he entered the study was still vivid in his mind. Emilia’s posture, stretching her arms like a gymnast while stepping on a narrow gap, and the white linen underwear peeking out from under the hem of her skirt tucked into her pants.
The moment he saw her soft skin, Cialan nearly stopped breathing. It was a hot day for early autumn, so the thin linen underwear, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her plump buttocks, clearly outlining its shape. When his gaze moved to the soft thighs and thick knees below, a burning heat spread through his lower body.
He knew that Emilia often dressed like this when he wasn’t looking, but today it was unusually lewd and explicit, as if she hadn’t worn any underwear at all.
While he couldn’t take his eyes off her round buttocks, Cialan instinctively judged that he should avoid the spot.
Emilia might lack caution but she knew shame. If she knew he had seen her like this, she would avoid his gaze for at least an hour, her face red with embarrassment.
He couldn’t make Emilia, who was excited after eating too much sweet dessert, upset. Just as he was barely tearing his gaze from her plump buttocks, Cialan saw Emilia pushing her arm forcefully against the edge of the bookshelf.
The posture of barely balancing on tiptoes was one step away from falling, and it was a dangerously precarious situation where the bookshelf might topple with her (given her history, it was quite possible).
Cialan’s heart skipped a beat, and without realizing, he called out to Emilia loudly. It was a fatal mistake. When she heard his voice, Emilia was visibly startled and flailed, and the bookshelf she was desperately holding onto began to sway like waves.
Immediately, Cialan rushed forward and made his second mistake. He hesitated and couldn’t catch her properly.
The moment the perfectly beautiful curve of her buttocks swayed in front of him, his mind went blank. Enraptured by the sight, Cialan only came to his senses when Emilia was about to fall from the shelf and barely reached out, but when he touched her soft and wet thighs, the sensation made him pull his hand back in shock. In doing so, Emilia fell without moving.
So this was all because he had acted like a fool. Recalling what happened after, Cialan squeezed his eyes shut.
At the moment they tumbled to the floor together, Cialan first felt relieved that it was himself on the floor, not Emilia. But the moment he saw Emilia’s legs spread out in front of him, he couldn’t even twitch a finger.
He still clearly remembered it. The soft weight of the buttocks pressing gently on his mouth, the moisture felt through the clinging underwear, the subtle body scent that seeped between her legs, and the warm body heat.
His lovely maid, who had the skill to recover from bigger accidents while trying to fix the previous mistake, completely smothered his face as she got up in a hurry.
“Damn…”
His lower body, with blood rushing to it, throbbed painfully, so Cialan looked down with a pathetic face. His manhood, with the pants pulled up tightly, showed no sign of subsiding.
If he was a little careless, the sensations of that moment would revive instantly. The sweet body scent pressing on his nose, the subtle weight pressing on his eyelids blocking his vision, the faint body hair felt through the thin fabric tickling his eyebrows.
The underwear was surprisingly thin, fully revealing the moist skin of her private parts. It felt almost as if she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Were women’s underwear this thin? It was just shocking.
When Emilia flinched and pulled back, the skin of her private parts that had been pressing on his nose was pushed down, opening his lips. The warm, soft skin of her private parts touched and disappeared from Cialan’s front teeth, and as Emilia, who was hurriedly backing away with a hiccup, accidentally touched his manhood with her hand. She probably didn’t notice.
This short accident left a deep aftereffect on Cialan’s whole body. His manhood twitched lewdly as if demanding another soft touch, and recalling the body scent that remained only at the tip of his nose stirred his torment. Even the parts of his body that overlapped with Emilia when they fell were complaining of aftereffects.
Even while he was doing this, Emilia was probably crying from embarrassment and sorrow. Cialan’s face became quite complicated.
Cialan knew well that Emilia adored him like a saint and worshipped him. Not just because he did well for her.
Just because he gave her salary and snacks well and didn’t act dirty, Emilia worshipped him like the sky. Emilia’s innocence was lovable, but the excessive admiration was secretly troubling for him. He couldn’t be the ‘Master’ she thought he was.
Superficially, it was said that he worked at the Statistics Bureau, but in fact, Cialan had been a black ops agent for the Imperial Intelligence Bureau for a long time and had retired.
When the war broke out, he had prepared for death. He hadn’t left a will to anyone, and of course, he hadn’t thought about marriage.