Chapter 11: Isabel and Elena (1)

“Ah! Ahh! Hhng! Aagh…! Wait a second…! Stop thrusting…!”

It was all for Madam.

“You want me to ride you? You pervert? Seriously?”

“No, I’ll do it… But wear a skirt?”

“Haa…! Hhng……! Ah…! What you’re putting inside……. You want me to… see? Lift… up my skirt? Fucking pervert……!”

It was truly all for Madam.

“L-like this? Like this……! Ah…! Aagh……!”

It was true. My sleeping with Evan was, after all, for Madam. Because if it was for Madam’s happiness and peace, I could do anything. I rode Evan’s erect cock like a horse, lifting my skirt and shaking my hips. The dripping sticky fluid mixed with the freshly ejaculated semen, making a gooey sound.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

And then, reaching climax once more, I collapsed into Evan’s chest. Evan then stroked my back, kissed my forehead, forced my mouth open, and thrust his tongue inside.

“Mmph…! Hhng…! Slurp……! Haa….!”

Yeah.

It was truly all for Madam.

If I didn’t help Evan’s thick, hot cock relax, this degenerate might lay hands on Madam too. If Evan suddenly threw a tantrum, knocked out his Master, or ran away from the mansion alone, my Master would start the violence again.

Because Madam, who had settled into a comfortable life, couldn’t possibly endure that cruel violence.

“Today, Madam suddenly soaked the bedsheets in water. She said they were too dirty and she wanted to clean them herself, so I stopped her.”

“What a commendable Madam. Truly respectable.”

“Right. Speaking of which, what are you going to do about those three kids?”

“Them? Who are they?”

“……The ones you paralyzed and left in a room.”

“Ah, that’s why you said three. Confusing. Now there’s only one.”

“……?”

After sex, Evan and I talked about our day. Evan had handled various chores around the mansion in the morning, while I was in charge of cleaning the interior and dealing with Madam. Evan nodded along as I spoke, sometimes poking my cheek or kissing me, telling me I did well.

Sometimes Evan said nonsensical things, but anyway, the mansion had been running smoothly so far.

“D-don’t act familiar. You’re just a pervert. Okay?”

“Okay. Okay.”

This was, after all, something I did for Madam. My face flushing at Evan’s kisses was clearly out of anger. My breathing becoming ragged and my lower abdomen heating up whenever I thought about sleeping with Evan was a rejection response.

A rejection response because my body physiologically couldn’t accept something so horrific and disgusting.

“Ah……!”

“Want to go again?”

There was no helping it.

It was just that my skills were lacking, and Evan wasn’t satisfied in one go. The contract said once, but what did that matter? If I didn’t satisfy Evan, I didn’t know what he might do.

“….Yeah.”

So this was purely for Madam. Everything was for Madam.

“Ahh! Aahng! Hah! Hhng!”

Sometimes, during sex, I remembered the first time I met Madam. Madam was a small, cute beauty with striking white skin and black hair, possessing a doll-like appearance that made my young heart involuntarily gasp in admiration.

The head maid in charge of my training scolded me harshly then, but the young lady, Madam, smiled and said, ‘Such an honest child.’ Perhaps it was then, seeing Madam laugh off my mistake, that I thought I wanted to live only for her.

“Aang! Aahh! Eugh! Hhng…! Ah!”

And now, I was lying on the floor like a dog, taking Evan’s savage cock. Each deep thrust sent a sharp pang through my lower belly, making my head spin. It was a brutal thing. Whenever I wanted to howl like a beast, drooling shamelessly, and just let go completely, I thought of Madam’s face.

Because Madam wasn’t strong enough to endure this kind of thing.

I was just forcing myself like this, for Madam’s sake.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

And when climax came again, everything repeated. He’d hold me, kiss me, and toy with me until he got hard again. He was truly a devilish and cruel man, never satisfied with just a few rounds, playing with me.

He’d order me to suck his erect cock, make him cum in my mouth, and force me to swallow. When I forced myself to gulp down the sticky fluid, he’d pet my chin or kiss me like I was a dog, praising me for doing well.

Could Madam endure such humiliation?

Could Madam, who had strived to live with such dignity, crumble like this?

“You’re quite enthusiastic.”

“….Because I can’t let a beast like you run loose.”

Because Evan might do things like that to Madam, might do strange things to Madam. I was just offering my body.

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But sometime later, I felt the distance between Madam and Evan strangely shrinking. Sometimes Evan would offer to ‘put the Master to sleep’ for free that day, and I could see Madam giving Evan peculiar glances.

Eventually, he stopped coming to my room, or if he did come to my bed, he’d just ask me to pillow his arm and lie down quietly to sleep.

I wasn’t angry because Evan wasn’t having sex with me.

I was just afraid he’d take that dirty lust elsewhere. If Evan tried to tempt Madam with his thrilling, massive cock, what would I even do? What would I do if I lost Evan, no, if I lost Madam?

I pretended nothing was wrong. For several days, I watched the situation quietly, even preparing various ‘events’ just in case Evan was getting tired of me. I gave him a soapy bath using my breasts in the bathroom, and when Madam was asleep, I had sex with Evan right outside her door.

And the more we had this abnormal, sordid sex, the stronger the conviction grew in my heart that Evan must not lay his hands on Madam.

But the more I suspected and worried, the more often I saw Madam and Evan close together. There was an instance where Evan reached towards Madam’s backside, then glanced at me and quickly withdrew his hand.

I also saw Madam touching Evan’s face, making excuses that ‘it seemed like he had a wound.’

It was all too suspicious.

Every single action they took was incredibly suspicious.

Could it be that Evan was plotting something against Madam? That he was reaching his lewd hands towards Madam, pinning her beneath him?

The repeated signals created a certainty I couldn’t ignore.

After witnessing their secret signals and passionate glances multiple times, I decided to set a trap to get concrete proof.

That night was just like any other. The Master, pleasantly drunk and looking rather listless, came in and waved a hand, yawning, even though Evan hadn’t put him to sleep yet.

“Can I make you some tea?”

“No. No. It’s fine. I’m just too tired lately. I need to get some sleep.”

The face of the pig saying this was sunken, with dark circles under his eyes. Rumors were circulating in the market that Madam was a slut, squeezing her husband dry so he couldn’t sleep, so I couldn’t understand what this man was babbling about outside.

The fact that he fell asleep without Evan using his powers was a good opportunity for me. Evan shamelessly poked my waist with his finger, signaling the passionate encounter planned for tonight.

I took a breath, my breathing growing rough, and shook my head.

If I refused him tonight, Evan would surely cheat on me with Madam.

Then I could catch them in the act and confront Evan.

I cleared my throat and said to Evan, who was subtly placing his hand on my butt.

“Oh, not today. Ah, as you know, you didn’t put him to sleep today… Ah, right?”

Even as I said this, my heart pounded and my face flushed with anxiety, wondering if Evan would just pounce on me. Evan looked at me with wide eyes, then broke into a wide smile on his handsome face and said:

“Are you perhaps not feeling well?”

“Huh? Uh……. Yeah.”

I couldn’t deny it. Strangely, I felt like I shouldn’t refuse more firmly. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t want to say anything that might hurt Evan.

I knew what this feeling was.

Fear. Yes. I was definitely still afraid of Evan right now. Therefore, to prevent Madam from falling into this fear, I had to clearly witness Evan seducing Madam.

“You should have said so earlier. I was surprised, thinking you didn’t want to be with me.”

“I-I always hated it. I only do it because you pester me, I have no choice.”

“Okay. Okay.”

Evan didn’t seem convinced. He left as if resigned, and silence filled the room, broken only by breathing sounds. I yawned softly and walked towards my room.

“I-I’m going to sleep now. I’m tired. Since we’re not doing… that… today, I guess I can sleep comfortably too.”

“Okay. Sleep well.”

Evan waved casually. I hesitated, holding the door, then turned my head back. Evan was watching me. I felt my fingers tense and my thighs rub together. This suggestive movement, barely visible beneath the loose maid’s skirt, was enough to make Evan scoff.

“What, what are you looking at.”

“You going to bed.”

“….Fucking pervert.”

I closed the door, leaning against it and taking a deep breath. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Evan’s massive cock, me sucking it, the throbbing in my lower belly with every thrust from behind – it all came back vividly.

Yeah. This is trauma.

Trauma that Madam must never experience.

I sat slumped on the floor, pressing lightly on my lower belly, or idly running my hand over the seam of my panties. I couldn’t possibly engage in vulgar self-pleasure. It was merely an accident, my fingers brushing against the fabric as I adjusted my uniform.

“Haa…!”

The pleasure I felt during sex with Evan kept resurfacing.

But I didn’t want to carelessly fondle myself there, panting Evan’s name. If I let go even once now, I felt like I’d call his name frantically, like a wild beast.

I had to hold back. If he heard anything, Evan would laugh. He’d think I wanted him and barge right into my bedroom.

I clenched my legs together and gritted my teeth. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sounds outside.

“Mmph…!”

“Hhng…!”

And then, faint moans drifted in from outside. I carefully opened the door and checked the master bedroom. Through the slightly ajar door, two shadows were entangled.

My heart pounded. It pounded frantically, incomparably more than just moments ago.

I took a deep breath and cautiously moved closer.

“Nnngh…! Mmph…!”

“If you make loud noises, he’ll wake up?”

“Mmph…!”

The closer I got, the louder the moans became.

The two shadows clung together, then separated. I knelt down, sat there, and watched the scene inside the room. In the dim moonlight, Evan and Madam were kissing.

Madam, dressed in a manner unbecoming of a noble lady, was holding Evan’s cock and moving it up and down. Evan’s hands were inside Madam’s skirt, wriggling like insects.

“Mmph…! Nngh…! Hhng……!”

Madam covered her mouth, her body trembling.

“Ah…! Ahh…!”

I felt my body tremble.

Anger and betrayal surged from the depths of my being.

How, how could this happen?

How?

And in that moment.

I realized my anger was unfocused.

Who exactly was I angry at?

Evan, for defiling Madam?

Or Madam, for stealing Evan away?