Episode 121. Karma (2)

The same office as always, the same documents as always. And… a different person than usual.

In the office where Monica worked, her husband, Edward, was sitting, unlike usual.

“Heu-heum~”

Immediately after lunch with everyone, Vera, saying that they should take care of it in one go since the topic came up, pushed Edward to come and help her with her work. Of course, it wouldn’t be a big help, but there are sometimes people who are helpful just by being there, right? Like the amulet Winnie gave her.

“…Looking at letters gives me a headache.”

“You, who studied so hard, are exaggerating. You need to be able to do this much so you can handle things for me if I’m ever away.”

“Isn’t the Count’s proxy Viscount Melbourne?”

“…It’s a knight’s duty! As a knight, you should know the basics about the territory…!”

Edward, looking at the documents she pointed to while saying that, felt uneasy, wondering if all those papers were really the basics. With a heart earnestly hoping it wasn’t, Edward asked.

“So… what am I supposed to do?”

“Huh? Um… just a moment.”

In fact, saying that as a knight he should know about the territory, or that if he knows how to read he should work, were all excuses. Monica had called Edward because she felt like just sleeping together at night wasn’t enough time to spend together.

‘What, what should I make him do?’

She hadn’t thought of anything. She wasn’t originally planning to talk about it today, but she impulsively blurted it out in a heightened mood while eating earlier… She should have prepared in advance. The documents she could see now were all things that she, as the Count, had to handle herself.

“Wait.”

She couldn’t show an unprepared side. She couldn’t assign him something difficult and complicated from the start, and it couldn’t be something important either… Monica quickly scanned the documents and began to find items that Edward could handle. Of course, no matter how fast she did it, the amount of documents was large, so Edward was just watching her without doing anything.

‘…She’s really fast.’

Fortunately, that appearance was somewhat professional and intellectually charming, giving Edward a fresh feeling. Monica didn’t know, though. For Edward, who hadn’t had many opportunities to watch Monica this comfortably and closely for a long time in either his past life or this one, this capable side of Monica was something he was seeing for the first time. Monica was also the first woman he had seen with such outstanding abilities among the women he had seen so far.

Just watching her sitting at her desk, working passionately and professionally-although Monica was just looking for something to give to Edward-there was something filling his heart. How many minutes had passed as he blankly stared at Monica like that? A stack of yellow papers woke Edward from his reverie.

Tak-

“Here.”

It looked like there were several piles of paper, but had she already scanned them all? Considering that, the papers handed to him were only a few sheets.

“Isn’t this too little?”

“Heum? You seem confident?”

“No, it’s not that.”

Edward, who had learned through the wisdom of life that even if work looks too easy, you should only take that much, quickly changed his words. Monica smiled as if she understood and said.

“I’m being lenient because it’s the first time. From tomorrow, I’ll make you do as much as I do, so be prepared, honey.”

Dividing that in half, is that even a reasonable thing to say? Edward almost shouted reflexively. Could she really be planning to do that? She must be trying to scare him. If she really did, he could just pretend to go to the bathroom and run away, Edward thought, and began to read the papers given to him.

Monica, who was watching him, picked up a stack of papers and sat across from Edward, seemingly reading the documents but actually only flipping through a few pages. Not at the desk in the office where she worked, but at the table that was temporarily given to her husband, which was originally used for light snacks.

Tak-

“Oh, oh. Heu-heum, heum.”

The heavy paper made a loud noise on the table. Fortunately, Edward seemed to be focused on reading and didn’t notice. What scary concentration. Thinking that she should replace the table sometime, Monica began to look at the documents. No, actually, she was just holding the documents and was busy stealing glances at her husband.

‘…It’s a bit of a picture.’

Edward, with a serious posture, concentrating on reading and lowering his eyes. His body, trained like a knight, looked solid, and combined with his appearance of reading, he looked like a man of both literary and military arts, with a good body and smarts. Of course, it was too easy to say that considering what was written on the paper right now… But she could gradually increase the difficulty.

Of course, there were parts where he frowned as if he didn’t understand well, but once she started thinking positively, even that made her happy as if there were still parts she could teach him.

‘…I need to work, work.’

She only brought it up as an excuse, but didn’t she come here to work anyway? Not wanting to disturb her concentrating husband, Monica also began to look at the documents. Her eyes, trained in speed reading, quickly grasped the overall content by skimming the documents diagonally, and she processed them quickly. After some time passed like that….

“Eueueueung….”

Monica stretched. The papers she brought were already much reduced. On the other hand, Edward was still struggling with those few sheets of paper. It felt a bit unexpected. She thought he would give up quickly and do something else, or even think about running away. She had both a sense of pride and a mischievous thought at his diligent appearance of doing his best.

‘…Am I not even on his mind?’

Monica kept glancing at her husband while looking at the documents, but Edward showed no such signs. He was good at concentrating, but it felt like he wasn’t interested in her, which made her feel resentful. She usually wouldn’t even think about this because she was focused on work. Monica, feeling like playing a prank on Edward who was in front of her, nudged Edward with her foot.

Kook- kook-

She lightly tapped his shin. Edward glanced at Monica once, probably unable to ignore it, and then turned his eyes back to the documents. It was a foot movement that reminded her of the shin being kicked when she was being scolded, but of course, Monica didn’t kick that hard.

Still, when there was no reaction, Monica’s foot gradually raised its height. She started poking the area above Edward’s knee, towards his thigh, with her toes. If her mother had seen her doing this when she was young, she would have scolded her for acting unladylike, but Vera wasn’t here now, and there weren’t many people who could say anything to her. Not that anyone could say anything to her for playing a little prank.

“Why do you keep doing that.”

Monica finally elicited the reaction she wanted from Edward, but she wasn’t very satisfied. What kind of surly reaction was this? It was a tone that made her not want to stop playing pranks at all. Feeling unnecessarily more sulky, Monica made an excuse.

“It’s concentration training. You shouldn’t let your concentration waver with this much disturbance.”

“Aigo, I understand.”

‘…Let’s see how far you go.’

Monica knew that knights who trained with swords had excellent concentration. But that wasn’t important. For Monica, who had a strange stubbornness, the only goal was to get Edward to surrender. She didn’t know how to get him to surrender in a situation where she was unilaterally poking his leg with her foot, but that’s just how she felt.

Kook- kook-

She puts her foot from just above the knee to further inside the thigh. This was possible because there was no partition blocking the bottom of the table. With her legs between the pillars supporting the table, she supported her body on the chair with both hands and continued to poke his thigh. Edward was also having a hard time ignoring it, and he was gradually pulling his posture back. Monica, who was getting more excited, put her foot further and further inside, and soon felt a soft sensation on her left foot that was different from her right foot.

“Heuheu….”

It wasn’t directly visible under the table, but what else could be in that spot? It was obvious. Still, the sensation of her foot touching it was different from when she touched it with her hand every night, perhaps because it wasn’t hardened yet.

‘…What will it feel like when it’s hard?’

With that thought in mind, Monica gently began to press the inside of Edward’s thigh. Thanks to practicing with her hands every day, she was gradually learning what rhythm and strength she needed to adjust to make her husband like it more. She couldn’t make such delicate adjustments with her foot as she could with her hand, but instead, she continued to stimulate him with a stronger pressure, clearly adjusting the pace as if she were about to step on it.

And as if that movement was nourishment, Edward’s thing in his pants grew rapidly, and she could tell with the soles of her feet that it had become the shape she touched every day. She didn’t know when she held it with her hand, but the size, which left the ends remaining even when she put one foot on it, even though her feet were small, was a size that would reflexively cause astonishment.

Still, Monica, who prided herself on being a little more familiar with her husband as a wife, continued her footwork without wavering. The rhythm was the same as before it hardened. However, as the size increased, she covered a wider range. She stroked it a little more gently as it hardened. Monica became amused by Edward flinching every time she moved her foot, and she continued to caress him.

Edward lifted the paper he was looking at on the table with his hand and covered his face. But he didn’t think to lift it high, so his twitching eyebrows and forehead were still clearly visible to Monica every time she stepped on it. She rubbed the hard thigh, and the even harder and hotter penis than that thigh, with the soles of her feet.

Edward’s penis had hardened to the point where she could feel his pulse, but neither Edward nor Monica thought of stopping. Inside Monica’s office, which had become hot despite it being autumn, only the sound of her foot in thin stockings brushing against the fabric inside his pants could be heard.

Seuk seuk-

Seuk seuk-

Looking at Edward, who was still not making a sound in order to pretend to be concentrating, Monica, who had become stubborn, rubbed his thigh more fiercely.

Seuk seuuk seuuk-

Seuk seuuk seuuk-

“Heup, ju, just a moment…!”

“Uh…?”

Monica felt proud at Edward’s voice urgently telling her to stop, but it was fleeting. As Monica stopped her foot, she naturally pressed down on Edward’s penis. Reacting to that intense stimulation, Edward began to ejaculate.