Master's Sweet Maid
If it had stopped at exposing her thighs, Emilia, with her pure and quick-to-recover nature, would have forgotten her mistake in an instant, smiled brightly, and come closer to me with a playful grin.
But even she, after trampling my sensitive spot with the man's face, wouldn't be able to stay calm.
Wouldn't she think she had dirtied herself?
He wrapped his face with both hands and let out a sigh. Then, a thought that had crossed his mind made him cover his face with his hand and take a deep breath. The subtle, intimate scent of Emilia that he had taken in when she was on top lingered faintly at the tip of his nose. His lower body, which had been erect with vigor, was now in a state of excitement to the point of pain.
"Haah..."
What always excited Cialan the most was the fact that the innocent Emilia, who had always supported him like the sky, had pressed him down with her body.
It was so simple, just pressing him with her chest, as if his opinions and senses were completely unnecessary.
It was the first time in his life that he had been treated so roughly, but if he could be pressed against her chest just one more time, he wouldn't mind at all.
It would be Emilia, not anyone else, sitting on his face.
Then, smiling naturally and without any concern, rubbing her warm and moist lower body against his face.
Just imagining it made his lower body feel like it would burst.
***
Emilia, who had fallen asleep exhausted from crying, woke up to a pitch-black night.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, her throat felt like it had swallowed sand, and she felt severe thirst.
Emilia rubbed her eyes, stood up with her unsteady body, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a small box of caramels. It was something she had saved only for when really difficult things happened.
This was also a gift from Master.
Tears welled up again in her swollen eyes. She had hoped that all memories would disappear after sleeping and waking, but the unfamiliar sensation she had felt between her legs was still clearly imprinted on her body. The outline of Master's face pressed against her chest, and the way she had clumsily touched Master's body in panic.
After causing trouble, it was Emilia's long-held habit to shrug her shoulders and say, "Well, the world didn't end, did it?" But today, the fact that the world hadn't ended only made her resentful.
How could such a thing happen and she be alive? How could the world not have ended?
Emilia rubbed her swollen eyes vigorously and picked up the pocket watch on the bedside table. This was also a gift from Master last year. He had given it to her saying he didn't like the flower engraved on the lid.
Master often gave her luxury items with such trivial excuses. At first, she had clicked her tongue thinking that since he was a noble, he didn't know how to cherish things, but now she knew it wasn't that. He was probably trying to teach her the concept of time because she was always in a hurry and made many mistakes.
It was 2 a.m. Master was probably still sleeping.
Emilia hesitated for a moment, then got out of bed and checked the sounds in the hallway. No sound came from the upper floor where Master was, and the study and living room on the first floor were also silent. It was the perfect time to move quietly.
She should go to the kitchen, drink water, and come back. Emilia, with a gloomy face, munched on the caramel while holding the lantern and quietly headed to the kitchen.
Tomorrow morning, when she saw Master, she had to lie flat on her stomach and beg for forgiveness first. Even if it meant being humiliated, she didn't want to leave here...
Lost in such thoughts, Emilia, who was munching on the caramel, stopped when she was about to enter the kitchen. The reason was that a faint light was seeping out from under the stair landing.
What? A thief?! She killed the sound of her footsteps and slowly went down the stairs. Strange sounds were coming from the basement laundry room.
"Hoo... haah..."
It sounded like a man's groan.
"Huh." Emilia stopped chewing the caramel, her eyes wide open. It must be a real thief!
The only ones living in this mansion were Master and herself. There was also the caretaker Johassen who handled the rough work inside and outside the mansion, but he lived in a separate annex near the main gate.
No, maybe Johassen came to do laundry. But why such sounds...
Emilia's heart pounded as she approached the laundry room, making her footsteps as small as possible. As she got closer, the man's groans became stronger, and a mysterious rhythmic sound began to mix in.
What kind of sound was that? With fear, Emilia carefully looked inside through the gap in the door, and her eyes widened.
'Oh my god...'
It was none other than Master in the laundry room.
Master was holding Emilia's head with one hand, burying his face in it, and with the other hand, he was roughly shaking the penis he had taken out from his pants up and down.
It was the first time Emilia had seen a man's penis, but the moment she realized that the act Master was doing now was masturbation, she understood.
Master... was masturbating. It felt like she had been hit on the head.
This was something she shouldn't see. Even in the midst of embarrassment, such a thought crossed her mind, but for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off Master's appearance.
Master's face, with his nose buried in her hair and eyes tightly closed, was incredibly sacred. His two eyes with neatly aligned eyelashes and his neat, thick eyebrows were very elegant, and his furrowed brows on his flushed face showed a hint of affection that would make anyone feel thrilled. Even though she had seen his face for over a year, it still made her heart flutter anew.
On the other hand, the other hand... Emilia's gaze that had gone down was spinning in embarrassment and cautiously stole a look at his manhood.
The male organ being roughly rubbed in her palm was enormously large and stiff, ugly, with a dark red color, and even the veins bulging. How could such a thing be attached to Master?
The hand movements shaking that stiff pillar were far from elegance or sacredness. From that gesture, only the desire to relieve the pent-up lust filling the tip could be read.
Emilia's cheeks tingled. She had never seen Master so lewdly indulging in lust. She couldn't have imagined it. That Master, who was always so noble, was masturbating like an animal.
The reason Master was doing so roughly while smelling the scent of her hair even at this midnight hour was clear.
It was because she had sat on his face, pressing her chest against it during the day.
She didn't want to believe that he would get aroused by such a shameful act, but on the other hand, her heart was too thrilled.
She had thought he would be disgusted.
Instead, he was excited...
A red heat rose to Emilia's face, and for some reason, her lower body also felt a bit hot.
Even though they lived alone, Emilia had never thought of Master as a man before. Because Master was too refined.
But at this moment, her green eyes began to sweep over his broad shoulders, firm forearms, and the lower body with strength, with a different gaze than before. The beautiful shadow like a sculpture, the firm thighs, the occasional low groans and the thick, tempting male organ.
The appearance of clear liquid gathering at the tip of the protruding male organ like a mushroom cap and sliding down was noticeable. Is that the baby's seed?