Episode 116. Maid (4)

“…What?”

“Well, it’s a little embarrassing to talk about this, but…”

As if the topic was embarrassing, Monica twirled a strand of her bright hair, which resembled her mother’s, around her finger as she continued. The consultation, which started with an apology for asking such a thing to a friend who wasn’t even married, finally got to the point: she was having trouble with her first time with Edward, and she wanted to know if there were any items or methods that could help. Or if there was a way to replenish her husband Edward’s stamina, and so on.

Monica probably felt too shy and embarrassed to ask her mother directly about such things, so she confided her worries to Winnie, a friend she felt comfortable opening up to. But to Winnie, it just sounded like bragging. No, she was so shocked by the fact that Edward and Monica were spending the night together that she couldn’t even properly listen to the rest of the story and was just trying to calm her chaotic mind.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you had anything that could help… or something.”

“Hmm, I don’t know.”

“…Are you not feeling well?”

“Huh?”

“Your voice is shaking a lot…”

Was it embarrassment, or anger at being deceived? For a reason she didn’t even know, Winnie’s voice was trembling terribly. Of course, she knew that Monica wasn’t saying these things to tease her, so Winnie was just swallowing the emotions inside. More than anything, wasn’t she the one who had formed a relationship that shouldn’t have been formed? She should be feeling sorry for Monica, but instead, she was feeling this way.

“I’m just a little tired, I guess…”

“I must have bothered you too much. You should rest.”

Monica said that and led Winnie to the bed. If she refused her hand now, her true feelings might leak out, and she might even shake her off roughly, so Winnie obediently followed her touch. But then Monica said something like this as she laid her down.

“Oh, right, what am I saying to someone who doesn’t even have a lover? Hmm, this unni will experience everything first and explain it to you later.”

Seeing Monica smiling slightly, as if she had taken the lead, made her stomach churn. She quickly tried to cut off her thoughts, fearing it might have a negative impact on the baby, but these days, Edward wasn’t even seeing her. The fact that he was spending every night with Monica kept popping into her head and tormenting her.

‘I ate your husband’s penis first, you know?’

She wanted to say that while you were foolishly caught up in work, I shared him with your mother and tasted him to my heart’s content, and even got pregnant. But Winnie was too timid to do that. In the first place, this wasn’t something to vent her emotions on Monica about. What did Monica do wrong? If there was anyone at fault, it was the people around Monica, including Winnie herself, not her.

“I’m going to go.”

Watching her friend walk away, oblivious to everything, Winnie’s mind became complicated. Why did she do something she couldn’t be proud of to her friend? Where did things go wrong in her relationship with Monica, and her relationship with Edward? Was it when she tried that magic? Or when she harbored impure thoughts towards her friend? Or when she clung to her friend’s husband?

Her head hurt. She wanted to see Edward. But she was afraid to see him. What if he didn’t smile at her like he used to? What if he really hated her and didn’t come to see her first? In that anxiety, Winnie was just cherishing the only proof that connected her and him.

“Umm…”

How many days had it been? When I opened my eyes, I saw a ceiling that was slightly familiar. To be exact, I couldn’t see it well because it was a dark night, but it meant that the shape that was faintly visible in the dim moonlight had become familiar. Whatever it was, I stared at the ceiling that wasn’t unfamiliar, then came to my senses and got up.

“Ko…”

But I couldn’t get used to this face at all. Of course, Monica was pretty in terms of appearance, resembling Vera noona. However, I had only seen her face distorted by bad emotions for over ten years, so seeing her sleeping comfortably next to me made me feel a strong sense of awkwardness and alienation.

I gently lifted Monica’s arm, which was on my waist, and put it down, then simply washed my body and put on my clothes. As if she felt responsible for not being able to put my thing in her since yesterday, Monica would always stroke my penis with her hand before going to bed, saying she would make sure to get one shot out of me. Regardless of her skill, the situation itself was such that my body couldn’t help but react as a man… so I was cumming once every night.

Of course, my stamina wasn’t so weak that it would be satisfied with just one shot… but I was asking the person I was going to now to take care of the remaining overflowing stamina. As if it had become a daily routine, I left the room at a familiar time. I walked through the still-dark hallway towards Vera noona’s room.

Vera noona’s inside never got boring, no matter how much I had sex with her all day long. Once in the morning, waking up noona who couldn’t get up. Once, taking noona who was taking a walk after eating breakfast to a secluded place. Once before eating lunch. Once, going into noona’s room while she was working. Once, calling her to my room. Using other places if she was tired. And once more before going to see Monica at night.

Writing it down like this, it seems like I’m doing it a lot… I guess it’s because Winnie and Vera noona used to share the burden, but now that Winnie is pregnant, Vera noona has to take on the responsibility alone. And the more we do it, the higher the chance of getting pregnant, so isn’t that a good thing? She looked a little tired, but Vera noona seemed happy that I was only having sex with her.

‘Have a refreshing day today.’

I arrived in front of Vera noona’s room. I was startled, but I didn’t show it and approached Daria. The maid standing blankly in the dark hallway had a slightly eerie atmosphere. Whether it was because of her unique inorganic expression, or because I was having sex in Vera noona’s room every night, so she had to clean up after me every morning, and she was subtly cursing me with her expression.

“Hmm, it’s me.”

“…Have you come, sir?”

Still, Daria always used polite language when she spoke. No, in the first place, I couldn’t feel any rebellious energy from her face. It was just my assumption that she was cursing me because I felt guilty. Like yesterday and the day before, I ordered her to move aside, as she was standing in front of the door to block me from entering.

“I cannot allow that.”

“…What?”

But to my surprise, the maid Daria boldly refused my request. Her attitude was so confident, as if it were natural, that I reflexively asked her why.

“The Young Lady is currently very tired. She hasn’t been able to sleep properly at night, and she’s been subjected to intense exercise all day, so she’s on the verge of ruining her body.”

Seriously and confidently. I couldn’t dare to say that the maid who was looking straight into my eyes was rude. Because what she said was absolutely right.

“Still, the wife likes it too…”

“No matter how much she likes it, I cannot stand by and watch her enjoy herself to the point of harming her health.”

I had too many guilty feelings to just ignore her and go in. Even though there weren’t many people who could hear us because we were in the deepest part of the castle, it wouldn’t be good to cause unnecessary trouble. In the end, it was a problem caused by my lust being greater than Vera noona’s stamina. There was no place to release it separately, and even though I wasn’t taking the medicine Winnie gave me, it didn’t seem easy to reduce my lust, so in the end, the only answer was to increase Vera noona’s stamina.

“…Isn’t that too presumptuous?”

“I’m sorry.”

But whether it was a problem for a mere maid to get involved in, well. Daria seemed to know that fact well, and she quickly lowered her body as soon as I pointed it out.

“I will gladly take any responsibility you ask of me.”

“Haa…”

She said she would take all responsibility, but what could I ask of a maid who wasn’t even a noble? She had served Vera for a long time, and she seemed to have a certain status among the maids, but that status meant nothing to me. There were too many things to consider to punish her. Vera noona would definitely not like it, and how would I explain the reason to others while punishing her? ‘She’s blocking me from secretly having sex at night.’?

“…Never mind.”

It was earlier than usual today, but I guess I’ll go out and swing my sword or something. If I pour my stamina into something else, my lust will decrease… probably. As I thought that and tried to turn around, Daria’s voice stopped me.

“If you are lacking a place to pour out your passion, I will take responsibility for that as well.”