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[Episode 9] – Tea Party of Lust

Unlike the tea parties held by young ladies, the tea parties held by noble ladies are not as cheerful and harmonious. The place we are going to now is a secret tea party held by noble ladies that is only open to members.

The center of this secret tea party, which is only open to members, is none other than Lady Catherine. Originally, Lady Catherine should have been called the ‘Countess’, but in the name of the membership and secret tea party, Lady Catherine unified the title as ‘Madam’ only within the tea party.

Could it be that Lady Catherine was a young noblewoman in her twenties and had such an idea? Sometimes, when she liked someone, Catherine would invite them to her tea party. The secret tea party, which had less than ten members, was held whenever Catherine called.

The place where it opened was also not normal. It was not a garden or a mansion. It was a red-light district where brothels, bars, pimps, thieves, con artists, and gangsters all lived together. There was a small bar in the back of the bar. There was a secret space there.

As I entered the red-light district, I could hear the mixed moaning of men and women from every corner of the building, as if it were a red-light district. I could tell what they were doing without even looking. I felt dizzy at the space where people were pouring out their lust and paying in gold.

“Madam. We have arrived.”

“Thank you.”

I was escorted by a coachman and got off at the red-light district. As soon as I got off the carriage, the distinctive smell of the red-light district hit my nose. As I smelled the artificial, warm, and headache-inducing scent, I frowned and had a throbbing headache.

As I entered the building right in front of the place where the coachman had dropped me off, I was fortunate. As expected of a merchant dealing with nobles, the interior was kept very clean. I approached the bartender and handed him the ‘invitation’ that Lady Catherine had sent me. He nodded slightly and guided me inside.

After passing through the narrow hallway, a large passageway was connected. The passageway was a structure that seemed to cover the alleyway between the buildings, and after passing through the maze-like passageway, I was able to be guided to another building.

“Mrs. Trisha is the last one.”

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“Then have a good time.”

The bartender, who had given a neat greeting, opened the large door. When I went inside, I couldn’t believe that I was inside a building on a red-light district. There were no windows, so the room was as dark as night, and lace curtains that seemed to sparkle in the candlelight hung from the ceiling.

In the middle of the room, there was a large bed that looked like it could fit ten people. Other women were already taking their places on it, each of them taking off their dresses and wearing a negligee that showed off their bodies.

This is the ladies’ secret tea party.

It was also a members-only club run by Lady Catherine.

Again. As I entered the room and made the sound of my shoes, the eyes of the women lying on the beds focused on me. Among them, the charming woman with red hair lying in the middle got up and looked at me with wide eyes as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Trisha?”

“It’s been a while, Lady Catherine.”

Lady Catherine jumped out of bed and ran towards me in a negligee that showed her underwear. Lady Catherine smiled brightly and jumped up and hugged me.

“Oh my god… It’s been a year? You didn’t show up even though I sent you an invitation… Did you lose some weight? Trisha?”

As if it had been a long time, Lady Catherine stroked my face. Her hand followed my jawline, down to my cheek and chin, caressing my cheek before reaching my lips. Her hand movements were truly creepy.

This is exactly why Trisha avoided Catherine.

Catherine’s expression and eyes as she looked at me were filled with lust like a ripple. When our eyes met, soaked in that affection and lust, goosebumps appeared all over my body.

‘Ha… As soon as we met, he started rubbing my butt.’

Trisha was really not bad. No, she couldn’t push Catherine away in the first place. It was thanks to Catherine that a twice-widowed woman was able to maintain her place in society. If it weren’t for Catherine, Trisha wouldn’t have been able to set foot in society.

“Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Catherine. I came today to say hello to you for the first time in a long while.”

“Oh my, it’s been a while so you’re being formal? I told you there’s no need for that between us. Just call me Catherine like you used to.”

“…Okay, Catherine.”

Catherine smiled brightly as if she was excited to see Trisha again after a long time. She changed into the negligee she was given, and sat down on the bed where the ladies were gathered. Of course, it was next to Catherine.

As she lay down, she saw faces that were familiar to Trisha’s memory. They were all familiar, but there was one she didn’t know. Everyone was lying comfortably, but she was the only one sitting on the bed, kneeling.

‘…She’s a concubine.’

I could see it clearly with my own eyes.

Her lips were trembling, her eyes were searching for a place to put her head, and she was the only one who was not treated as a human being and was wearing a leash. The woman who was kneeling and sitting quietly wearing a leash was no different from a dog.

‘Toy of the day.’

Turning my head, I first greeted the members, saying it had been a while. The members greeted me one by one, saying it had been a while. Trisha didn’t come to this meeting often, but she was on good terms with the members. It must be because Catherine ‘cherished’ her…

“Long time no see, Mrs. Trisha.”

“Has it been a year? Everyone wanted to see Mrs. Trisha.”

“That’s right. At every meeting, Mrs. Trisha’s story came up at least once, right?”

I guess it was Catherine who brought up my story at every meeting.

Catherine, who was lying down with her arms around me, smiled happily. I thought I knew why Trisha didn’t want to come here. Why would she want to come when there was a crazy woman who was always sexually harassing her right next to her? I forced a smile and greeted Catherine.

“Then. Shall I pour a glass for Trisha, who has come back after a long time?”

“Yes. Okay.”

I took the cocktail glass Catherine handed me, and Catherine poured me some champagne. I had no idea where the ‘tea party’ was. I stared at the filled glass, and then my eyes met with the ‘concubine’ who was kneeling at the end of my line of sight.

One of the ‘ladies’ who was acting like the mistress of the concubine next to her suddenly pulled the leash of the concubine, causing the concubine to fall to the side with a miserable groan. The other ladies looked at her and giggled.

“I should give my poor child a chance to cry too.”

“Oh my. Be kind.”

The woman who was holding the leash suddenly took off her underwear, lay down straight, and put her legs together. When she put her legs together, a little space was created near her vagina.

And then, slowly, as I poured the alcohol between my breasts, the champagne that ran down the ridges of my body slowly began to gather in the space near my vagina.

I frowned involuntarily at the scene unfolding before my eyes. The ‘concubine’ slowly approached the woman’s vagina, which was lying flat on the bed, buried her face in it, and began to drink the champagne using only her tongue.

Blink. Blink.

The sound of a dog licking water echoed through the room. The women were busy watching the obscene and sloppy sound of the water. One of the other women even started to decide who would do it next, saying she would do it next.

‘That’s why I didn’t want to come…’

This was the only way for concubines to survive. Why did women who became concubines have to fight to the death with their wives? The losers who lost in the family’s political battle had two choices.

Are you going to die?

Will you become a plaything that relieves your wife’s sexual desire?

“Wow…you’re doing well…I’ll have to give you a reward when I get back.”

“, thank you…ma’am…”

“Dogs shouldn’t talk like humans, right..?”

“What, what..!”

It was natural for wives whose husbands were old and unable to satisfy their sexual desires to look to women who took them in as concubines. Rather than being caught calling a man and being called a prostitute, it was more advantageous to satisfy their sexual desires by using a ‘concubine’ under them.

A wife and a concubine who appear to be on good terms on the outside.

If you look inside out, it was a master-slave relationship.

When I saw the concubine desperately licking my hand so that I wouldn’t spill even a single drop, I thought of my daughters. If I sold Elise to pay off my debt, that’s what Elise would become, and if I sold my property to pay off my debt, that’s what Sylvia and Lily would become.

The concubine who had licked everything slowly started licking from her wife’s thighs and stared at her. She looked up at her wife with eyes like a longing puppy, as if asking for a reward.

When the wife nodded, the concubine naturally lifted one of her legs and placed it on her shoulder, then placed her lips between them. The concubine sucked her lower body diligently, as if she was eating a sweet dessert or licking chocolate.

‘It’s really true that there are cases where people do something like that because they like each other…’

There are also wives who cherish their concubines.

Like those two, all the women here cherish their concubines.

So much so that I want a concubine who doesn’t exist.

The concubine and her lover, whose eyes met each other’s, continued their sexual acts in front of everyone. The concubine put her tongue on the tip of the wife’s forked vagina and licked the juice.

As if she were an animal, the concubine rushed at her wife. She licked her genitals with her wide tongue, ran her tongue between her labia with the tip of her tongue, bit her clitoris with her teeth, and sucked it with her tongue as if she were licking a sweet candy.

I couldn’t help but watch the whole action of the two of them. I couldn’t turn my head away. Catherine, who was watching from the side, let out a excited breath and put her thing between my fingers, interlocking them.

‘Crazy bitch. Crazy bitch. Crazy bitch. Crazy bitch…!’

When I turned my head, my eyes met with Catherine’s, who was already as excited as she could be. Catherine, who was already drunk on sexual desire, clung to me more and more. And then she made me the offer that Trisha had always rejected.

Catherine has only one requirement.

“Trisha…Can’t you just let me in now..? I said I’ll make you happy if you come as my concubine..?”

“We decided not to talk about that anymore, right?”

“Haa… Seriously… You’re the only one who makes me this anxious. Trisha.”

He was planning to make me into that puppet.