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[Episode 4] – Thinking of you

After dinner, I went into the study and started reading the letter I had received.

It was written that the tea party would be held in a week.

In Trisha’s memory, Lady Catherine was… something of a character. All nobles with the title of ‘Madam’ were problematic, but she thought Lady Catherine was particularly serious.

‘Let’s move on from this for now…’

I left the invitation from Lady Catherine behind and opened the second letter Lily had given me. Not many people sent letters here, so I could tell right away who had sent it.

‘Again, debt collection… I’m sick of it. I’m sick of it.’

I thought that I was sick of receiving letters like this even though I didn’t owe them anything. I slowly read the contents this time, and I could tell that the sentences in the letter this time were different from the usual ones.

Usually, debt collection letters are just summarized as, ‘Pay me back quickly,’ but the letter I received today had a different content. No, I should say that it started to be a bit more aggressive.

The gist of the letter, which compressed a variety of threats and presented them in an elegant style, was as follows:

[If you can’t even pay your debts, shouldn’t you at least sell your daughter? I know a good nobleman who’s looking for a second wife. After all, he has a daughter who isn’t related to him by blood. Sell her quickly, pay off your debts, and start a new life.]

I saw through the twisted contents of the letter and tore it in half. Feeling regretful that I had read it for nothing, I tore the letter in half again, tore it into pieces, and threw it in the trash.

The person who owed John a debt was another viscount, ‘Henry’. Perhaps he needed the money urgently this time, but he was now sending debt collection letters once a month instead of once a month.

Now they are even telling me to sell Elise quickly. I think Count Henry thinks he has exploited my weakness. He did.

‘It would have been a huge shock if it had been ‘Trisha’ and not ‘me’ who read this letter.’

I took out my letter paper and began to write a reply, using the same six-letter characters, but in a more elegant and flowery style. The gist of the letter I wrote was this:

[I’ll just ‘think’ about it. I’m not saying that’s the case. Isn’t it just like an animal to buy and sell children who haven’t even had a debutante?]

‘I wrote it, but I wrote it really well.’

Originally, I wanted to write down all the curses I had, but… I couldn’t do that, so I wrote down ‘only’ what I thought. I needed to give it some time because I didn’t know how Viscount Henry would react if I rejected him outright.

I read the letter again, feeling proud and congratulating myself, and tried to put it back in the envelope, but I couldn’t see any envelope left.

It was already late, and I had to go to bed early because I had to prepare for tomorrow morning. I put the letter on the desk and went out of the study.

A simple omelet and bacon would be enough for tomorrow morning. I was already looking forward to seeing what kind of expressions the kids would make if I made it well.

*

Elise’s sexual awakening was relatively recent.

A year ago, Elise recalled the first time she met Trisha.

Was he infatuated with Trisha, who looked at him and smiled at him? He could see at a glance why his father was so obsessed with his stepmother.

Whether she had inherited her father’s tastes or not, Elise couldn’t take her eyes off her stepmother, Trisha, who was so beautiful.

Shiny, white jade-colored skin, beautiful red eyes that rival jewels, and black hair as beautiful as the night sky.

There was no part of him that was not special. His eyes looked infinitely sharp and fierce, but when he looked at me and smiled, the scary part disappeared in an instant.

‘Why did such a beautiful person remarry my father?’

Elise knew that her biological mother had died and her father was living like a wreck. That was why she couldn’t understand it any more. There seemed to be no reason for such a beautiful person to remarry her father.

But, it was still good. Elise longed for ‘affection’, and contrary to the rumors the maids had said that ‘stepmothers hate their ex-wife’s daughters’, Trisha gave Elise the ‘affection’ she wanted.

Elise fell deeper and deeper in love with Trisha. Elise could see that the ‘affection’ that Trisha gave her was not the ‘sympathy’ mixed with the ‘affection’ that the maids gave her, but the warm ‘affection’ that treated her like family.

The two new sisters were also very kind. For Elise, who had no siblings or friends her age, having a ‘sister’ was a new world. Both sisters were pretty and kind, just like their stepmother.

Elise could tell that her eldest sister, Sylvia, was mature and had a slightly sharp tone, but had a kind heart.

Although she seemed to be obsessed with being the ‘eldest daughter’, she did not seem suffocated. Rather, Elise could not imagine Sylvia as anything but the ‘eldest daughter’.

My second older sister, Lily, was a very innocent person.

She seemed more like a commoner than a noble child, and was always scolded by Sylvia, but Sylvia didn’t dislike Lily’s cheerful appearance. Elise also learned various pranks and ways to play from Lily.

So, while living happily with her new family, something happened that made Elise begin to doubt her feelings for her stepmother.

One day, when her father was out, Trisha and her three sisters had dinner together. When Lily offered to pour Trisha some wine, Trisha happily handed her empty glass to Lily.

However, the clumsy Lily ended up causing an accident.

Gulp – The wine that was supposed to be poured into the glass began to soak my mother’s dress red.

When Sylvia shouted angrily, Lily was even more surprised and dropped the bottle of wine she was holding, turning the meal into a mess.

Trisha tried to reassure Lily that it was okay, but Sylvia seemed to be getting angry on Trisha’s behalf and scolded Lily even more, and Trisha didn’t say anything.

And Elise couldn’t take her eyes off Trisha, who was drenched in wine, more than anything else.

The dress, soaking wet and clinging to her skin, revealed the outline of Trisha’s breasts.

Trisha tugged at her dress with her thin fingers as if she was uncomfortable, and the clammy, wet dress came off her skin with a sticky, squelch-like sound.

Gulp.

Elise swallowed dryly as she looked at the sight without realizing it. Her breathing became short and her heart pounded.

Elise herself couldn’t figure out why the maids’ actions, which she had been watching from the closet, were coming to mind.

“I need to wash up. Can I ask the maid to prepare the bathroom for me? Sylvia?”

“I’ll do that…Lily. You see me later.”

“Heeeek…”

At Trisha’s words, Sylvia stopped scolding Lily and left the restaurant.

“Lily, bring me a towel. A handkerchief won’t do.”

“I’ll be back soon!”

And then, Lily also quickly left the restaurant, leaving only Elise and Trisha in the large restaurant.

Trisha watched her two daughters leave, then sighed and looked at Elise.

“And…Elise, please help me.”

“Yes, yes..!”

Following Trisha, who gestured for her to come closer, Elise finally came to her senses and approached Trisha.

As Elise approached Trisha, Trisha turned her back to Elise and showed her the string holding her dress together.

“I can’t reach you. Can you help me take off my dress?”

“…yes.”

Many reasons came to mind for refusing, but Elise did not refuse.

Elise untied Trisha’s dress straps as she looked at her back.

The flowing dress draped over Trisha’s hips. In an instant, Elise’s wine-soaked, white jade skin was revealed before her eyes.

As Elise took a deep breath, the warm scent of wine wafted from Trisha’s nape.

As the front of her wet dress came undone, Trisha began to take off her soaking wet underwear as if she was offended.

Then, her plump, white breasts, clearly visible, rippled in and out of her chest.

Elise swallowed as she looked at the sight.

As I glanced at her sensuous body, unable to take my eyes off her, Trisha smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry for showing you something ugly, I thought it would be okay since it’s just us anyway.”

“It’s not bad…”

Elise finally came to her senses after hearing Trisha’s words and took out a tablecloth and wrapped it around Trisha’s body.

I was sure I had wrapped it twice, but the peak of my chest sticking out above the fabric was showing off my presence.

Elise felt dizzy.

Every time I looked at Trisha’s body, I kept thinking about what the maids had done. I felt the same ticklish feeling in my waist and lower abdomen whenever I secretly watched her.

At that moment, Sylvia called the maid, and Lily entered the dining room carrying several towels.

The situation was quickly sorted out under the direction of the maid and Sylvia, the meal was finished, and everyone headed to their respective rooms.

I had to go into the room and sleep, but I couldn’t sleep.

The heat I felt in my lower abdomen did not go away and it felt like it was tickling the inside of my lower stomach, so I unconsciously had to gather my legs together and tighten my muscles.

Even though I did this, the heat didn’t go down, and instead, I felt like it was on fire.

Elise reached out for the first time to find the source of the heat. She put one hand inside her nightgown and began feeling around the top of her underwear, searching for the line drawn.

I ran my fingers over the underwear I was wearing. I stroked it hesitantly and pressed my fingers into the gap between the two.

The hot, blazing heat seemed to warm my fingers.

“Huh…”

I felt strange.

It was a sensation I was experiencing for the first time, but I moved my fingers slowly as if I was becoming addicted to it. I slowly spread my legs apart to make it a little easier to touch.

As I continued to rub my fingers, a slippery liquid began to soak my underwear. As I moved my fingers over the wet underwear, the underwear and my flesh rubbed together, making a squelching sound.

“Sigh….”

However, the heat did not seem to be cooling down, and I felt something was missing. Something was missing, as if my thirst was not being quenched. So, at first, I thought of the maids’ actions.

Thinking about what the maids had done, I felt my thirst quenched just a little. When I put my hand inside her underwear for the first time and touched the slit directly, it felt hot as if I was getting burned.

“Ugh….”

Slowly, I moved my fingers busily to relieve the heat, craving this feeling myself. Once I got stimulated, I couldn’t stop. Even if I kept thinking about the maids’ actions, my thirst was not quenched.

Then, Elise thought of Trisha.

Thinking back to what had just happened, to Trisha, her voluptuous body soaked in wine, showing off her body, Elise felt an indescribable elation.

Thinking of Trisha, his fingers began to move more actively. The room was filled with the sound of his fingers moving and squelching.

Creak- Creak- Creak-

“Ah, huh… Mother… huh…!”

Elise called her mother without realizing it.

The alluring breasts she had seen earlier, the sensual nape of her neck soaked in wine, and Trisha’s very presence excited Elise.

When I first put into practice what the maids had done, I felt like I understood their minds.

Why did you shout that you felt good?

Why did you yell for it to stop?

Elise thought of her fingers as her mother’s fingers.

I wish my mother had touched me like this, that she had licked me, stirred me, and dug inside me like the maids did back then, and explored everything about me.

The more I thought about Trisha, the faster my fingers moved. My hips jerked and my spine shivered.

Even though I was just moving my fingers, I felt out of breath, as if I had done some intense exercise.

It felt like all the stimulation in my body was focused on my lower abdomen.

Elise lusted after Trisha.

Trisha’s beautiful face, Trisha’s sharp eyes, Trisha’s jewel-like pupils, Trisha’s wine-scented nape, Trisha’s luscious plump breasts, even the way Trisha looked at him.

On the bed, Elise explored Trisha.

“Haha…!!”

Something tingled through her body, and she felt that this intense feeling was the end of this act. She felt empty, but still, Elise had gained something great from this act.

Elise, who realized the strength of her feelings, continued to act as usual from then on. She relieved the excitement she felt whenever she looked at her stepmother through ‘action’.

The happiness that seemed like it would last forever seemed to end with the death of my father.

And today.

Feeling the warmth of Trisha holding his hand for the first time in a long time, he did the same thing he did half a year ago.

Now, I was used to moving my fingers under the covers, thinking of Trisha.

I was only imagining it, but my underwear was already soaking wet. As I ran my finger along the already soaking wet path, a slippery liquid seeped out onto my underwear.

“Huh, huh….”

Elise swallowed a groan and concentrated on her actions for the first time in a long while. Her mother’s hand, which she had not felt in a long time, was so soft and warm, and it was enough to excite her.

His mother, who had suffered for half a year, finally began to look at him.

That fact made me so happy and so excited. When I saw myself reflected in those red eyes, I wanted to hug my mother right away.

“Ha, hmph… ugh…!”

No matter how much I moved my fingers today, this excitement I had after a long time showed no signs of going away.

Even though the feeling of emptiness had already passed three or four times, the excitement that had subsided came back again after just a few seconds.

Elise, who thought that things couldn’t go on like this, put on her outerwear and headed to her mother’s study.

It was also late at night, and my mother’s scent lingered most strongly in her study.

Elise, who had quietly arrived at her mother’s study at dawn without anyone knowing, first sat down on the chair her mother was using.

He felt his lower abdomen heat up again as his mother’s scent enveloped him.

As I slowly tried to bring my finger up, I saw a letter written by my mother on the desk.

It was just simple curiosity.

My mother’s handwriting was elegant and beautiful, so I unconsciously opened the covered letter, wanting to see it.

And when I read the contents, the excitement I had felt thinking of my mother cooled down and could no longer come to mind.

Instead, I felt my blood run cold and a chill went down my spine.

Elise was originally a commoner and had only recently learned to read and write, so she could not read everything, but she was able to read some of the contents of the letter.

I wanted to believe it wasn’t true.

I read it three times because I thought I had misread it, but this is what the letter said.

‘It is still too early to send Elise away as a concubine. Please wait until the debutante opens to think about it.’

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