03. The Peephole (2)

I believe there’s no such thing as unconditional kindness.

That’s why Jane’s kindness toward me was hard to understand.

Why did she rescue me from that hell?

Why does she show me such affection?

I get to live in a spacious, beautiful house and have a clean room.

Three warm meals a day and soft clothes to wear.

My unease soon turned into guilt.

Why did I doubt such a kind Master?

This life was given to me for free, after all.

Let’s think simply.

If I’m cute and lovable, receiving this much affection is only natural.

Ah, let’s add my unique eye color as another merit.

Besides, being Jane’s slave isn’t as bad as I thought.

They say if you must serve, serve in a noble’s house.

If that saying holds true, then my Master is none other than a noble mage.

The kingdom’s greatest magical prodigy, the youngest royal court mage-her slave.

Meaning, as long as my relationship with Master remains unchanged, I can coast through life.

Anyway, I vowed to stop doubting the affection my Master Jane shows me.

***

Jane Bathory is honest with her desires.

Perhaps as a reaction to her repressed childhood, she can’t rest until she satisfies her urges immediately.

But ever since bringing Lily home, she hadn’t been able to soothe her heated body for a while.

Fortunately, Maylily tends to sleep soundly through the night once she falls asleep.

Upon realizing this, Jane regained her nights of pleasure.

As a result, Lily has been suffering every morning.

Lily’s breathing settled peacefully as she lay in bed.

Confirming that she was lightly snoring, Jane began unbuttoning her shirt as she entered the room.

Heading toward the bed with a thick towel already laid out, she shed her clothes layer by layer.

Jane moved leisurely, as she always did.

This was the hour ruled by two wicked moons-the righteous sun still had a long wait before rising.

Moreover, the thoroughly deployed security and soundproofing spells would block any unexpected intruders.

Thus, Jane’s self-pleasure proceeded without hurry.

Before she knew it, Jane stood completely naked.

Her hands first wandered to her breasts, slightly larger than her head.

She cupped them gently from below with relaxed hands.

“Hah.”

The slight relief from their weight made Jane exhale unconsciously.

Just staying like this wouldn’t be so bad.

Her stiff shoulders felt lighter, and the cool night air brushing her skin was pleasant.

But stopping here would be a waste-her body was far too heated.

Despite their considerable size, her firm breasts showed no sagging as she squeezed them just shy of pain.

A heavy pressure pulsed through them.

“Huu….”

As she released her grip, the relief of pressure felt so good that Jane let out a low sigh.

Always following a set routine, Jane moved to the next step once her body was sufficiently prepared.

Her hands, which had been kneading her breasts, lifted them from below.

Her target: the pretty areolae of modest size.

With fingers stretched, she began slowly tracing the edges of the rosy pink circles.

“Huu… feels good.”

Exhaling deeply, Jane closed her eyes and focused on her own touch.

The stimulation felt slightly lacking, perhaps because she used just enough pressure to feel her own fingerprints.

“Hah….”

A moan escaped Jane’s lips unbidden.

Then, a change occurred in the next room.

Jane subtly pressed her thighs together as she observed Lily waking up.

For a grand mage like her, sensing beyond a thin wall was as easy as eating lukewarm soup.

Normally, she would have mercilessly punished anyone interrupting her pleasure.

But since it was Lily, concern took precedence.

‘Why is she awake? Is she hurt somewhere?’

Contrary to expectations, Lily slowly climbed out of bed and approached the wall.

After hesitating briefly, she began peering through it.

‘Ah, the hole.’

Jane had completely forgotten about the peephole that appeared when they first moved in.

She could feel Lily’s gaze scrutinizing every inch of her naked body.

‘What do I do now?’

Reason, accompanied by shame, screamed at her to quickly grab her clothes.

But her heated body craved desire.

“Huu… huu….”

Jane steadied her breathing as she pondered.

‘What do I really do?’

***

At the same time.

Awakened, Lily noticed light seeping through.

Behind the mirror, in a spot hard to notice unless looked at closely, was a hole.

Absentmindedly, Lily peered through the sound-emitting hole.

A beat later, she realized the writhing white figure beyond the wall was Jane’s naked body.

“Huh?”

Lily’s sparkling Jewel Eye widened instantly.

‘What’s happening? Am I dreaming?’

Lily first denied reality out of reflex.

But pinching her cheek confirmed this was real.

Moreover, the hole’s position was so perfect that Lily could see every intimate detail of Jane’s nudity.

Lily focused first on Jane’s chest.

-Huu… huu…

“Hah… hah….”

Lily’s breathing grew heavier in sync with Jane’s moans.

Her cheeks flushed prettily as the slave girl couldn’t tear her eyes from the hole.

***

Jane Bathory is honest with her desires.

She can’t rest until she satisfies her urges immediately.

Lily is a 20-year-old adult woman anyway.

Jane felt no aversion to showing her naked body.

Though letting her watch the act was another matter, Jane let desire override reason.

“…Ah.”

A mere brush of her fingers sent sharper stimulation coursing through her than before.

The mere fact that Lily was watching made Jane acutely aware of her pounding heart.

“Hah, uhn, hng.”

Her fingers resumed their movement, teasing the ripe fruit hanging from her ample chest.

With nails barely grazing, tantalizingly slow.

Jane began rubbing her thighs together at the maddening sensation.

The moans escaping her lips grew increasingly lewd.

“Ahh, hah.”

Ticklish pleasure spread through her fully erect nipples.

Unable to resist, Jane finally pinched them lightly between thumb and forefinger.

“Hyaak!”

An uncharacteristically sweet moan escaped-one unimaginable from the stern Lady Bathory.

Simultaneously, Jane’s trembling hips jerked violently.

“Ha, hah….”

Sticky ecstasy spread from her core throughout her body.

After lightly reaching her first climax, Jane caught her breath and wiped the sweat from her brow.

This was her first time climaxing from breast play alone.

It felt much better than expected.

But she had no intention of stopping here.

Though oversensitive from lingering aftershocks, Jane began moving again.

Parting her thighs, which had clenched under Lily’s gaze, revealed sticky strands of arousal.

And the unveiled secret garden of womanhood.

-Gasp!

She sensed Lily on the other side covering her mouth with both hands to stifle sounds.

Amused, Jane smiled unconsciously.

She’d heard once before.

That some people get aroused watching others engage in sex, or by being watched.

Jane shook her head.

‘Because it’s Lily.’

It excited her because Maylily was watching.

The thought of others’ eyes was unbearable.

Adjusting her angle slightly to give Lily a better view through the hole, Jane slowly parted her petals.

-Huhk!

Only belatedly did Jane realize the emotion filling her chest was depravity.

But having already sprinkled the spice, she resolved to use it thoroughly.

Spreading her thoroughly soaked folds revealed moderately developed labia minora and clitoris.

Inner flesh bearing the same soft pink as her nipples.

Without hesitation, Jane began savoring the main course.

-Squelch!

“Hyaang!”

Using index and middle fingers to part the soft entrance, her other hand gently stroked the mucosal surface.

For these sensitive areas, she used ring and pinky fingers to apply lighter pressure.

-Squelch! Squelch!

Like turning pages, she traced the labia minora.

Drawing slow circles near the entrance.

“Hng! Hhuu, aahn!”

Jane, who habitually muffled her moans, deliberately let them out.

She moaned loudly, praying to be heard, to be watched, to never lose that gaze.

A change came to the movements caressing her entrance.

Her right hand, which had been slowly stroking, now circled her clitoris.

The other hand grasped her violently shaking breasts.

Hard enough to bulge between her fingers.

-Squelch! Squelch!

“Hhaaang! Aaang!”

Louder moans and lewd, squelching sounds filled the room.

Her body, having already climaxed once, raced toward another peak.

“Hwaang! Aang! Aaang!”

-Squelch! Squelch!

Finally, Jane reached a spectacular climax, gushing like a fountain.

***

Her entire body was drenched in sweat.

The pounding of her heart now echoed in her skull.

From curled toes to stretched legs to the elegant arch of her back.

Jane, climaxing while hugging her chest, was beautiful.

Even after Jane’s trembling subsided, I couldn’t look away from the hole.

Then, as Jane lay catching her breath, she sat up.

And looked directly at me.

“Eek!”

Our eyes met instantly, startling me so badly I rolled over twice.

Clutching my pounding chest, I hid under the blankets.

-Creak

The door opening sounded unnaturally loud.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I’ll get scolded.

I’m going to get scolded.

I could vividly feel Master’s gaze upon me.

But contrary to expectations, Jane didn’t scold me.

She simply looked at me briefly before leaving.

-Click

“Huh?”

Peeking out from the blankets, I sat up slightly.

My whole body was damp with sweat.

But between my legs felt particularly uncomfortable.

Did I… wet myself?

I urgently checked inside my pants.

“This isn’t… pee, right?”

I stared briefly at the sticky strands stretching between my fingers.

***

The sun rose and set twice more.

The hole in the wall remained.