Episode 141. Routine (4)

Vera gave a mischievous smile at Daria’s unexpectedly intense and honest reaction. How long had it been since Daria’s poker face had cracked? Of course, I could discern her emotions through subtle differences even in that face, but it had been a long time since I’d seen my maid looking so obviously flustered. If I could record it, I’d want to draw a picture of it.

“Since when… is this?”

“We should start from tonight, right?”

To ease Daria’s deepening embarrassment, Vera continued her explanation. Daria followed instructions without complaint, but I still needed to explain things for her to accept them, right?

“Ahem, ahem. Our Edward, well… he has rather strong desires, you see.”

“Yes. I am aware of that, -nim.”

That’s why Daria had stepped forward to offer her body in my place, wasn’t it? Though these days, I seemed to have forgotten and didn’t ask for it.

“It takes several people to satisfy him, but I’m pregnant now, you see.”

The point was that Vera Young Lady couldn’t have relations due to her pregnancy, so Daria would have to fill that void. In the early stages of pregnancy, I had to be careful… I had to refrain from anything too lewd, Viscount Mountberne had said. For a moment, the image of a certain viscount diligently sucking a penis even with a child in the uterus flashed through Daria’s mind… but he was an expert, so he probably had his reasons.

More important to her was the fact that she would have to mingle flesh with Edward in a few hours. Of course, he might be satisfied with just her breasts as before… but every time she thought of that large, hard-looking pillar, her insides throbbed and chills ran down her neck. Fear…? Was it fear? Daria thought that it seemed to be that emotion.

Vera, trusting her maid enough to entrust her with handling Edward’s sexual desires, something she wouldn’t easily entrust even to her daughter, offered words of comfort… though it was hardly enough, more like encouragement.

“Don’t worry too much, come to my room first tonight…”

‘How can I not worry?’

“…Understood.”

“A-are we a little late?”

“Ah, I stopped by my room for a moment.”

After eating dinner together, before heading to Monica’s office after parting ways, I was overwhelmed by the news I had heard. Because Vera Nuna kept glancing at me as if she had something to say, I pretended to go get something and secretly met Nuna, where I heard the joyful and shocking news that Vera Nuna was pregnant.

‘Finally, a child is born…’

‘I love you, Nuna.’

I hugged her even more carefully, considering her pregnant state, and then quickly parted ways after hearing that tonight, I should head to my room instead of Nuna’s. Regardless of my relationship with Monica and what might happen afterward, the fact that Nuna was pregnant was incredibly joyful news. I calmed my excited heart and composed my expression so as not to show it in front of Monica.

“…Is something good happening?”

“Huh?”

Am I that bad at managing my expression? It hadn’t even been a few seconds since I resolved not to show it, and Monica immediately noticed… In times like this, um…

“Just, because it’s almost night?”

“Wh-what?”

Monica’s face turned red. Our Count Lady is weak to such direct words. Even now, she’s pretending not to be, pretending to look at the documents… but she hasn’t written a single word until all the ink in the feather quill she’s holding has dried up.

“Why is your face so red? Are you thinking strange things?”

“I-it’s not like my face is red or anything.”

“It’s completely apple-colored. If you put it next to one, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

Monica, who had completely lowered her head, sat down at her desk as if collapsing and began to look at the documents. But her ears aren’t covered.

“Are you imagining what we’ll do tonight?”

“It’s not like that… just concentrate.”

She’s the one who can’t concentrate, yet she’s saying that for no reason. Judging from her trembling voice, Monica has no intention of stopping me at all. If that weren’t the case, she wouldn’t speak in such a voice that strangely stimulates my sadism, as if begging me to do more.

“I can imagine it… hmm… is the apple-like thing not your face, but your ass?”

Her ass, because they say an apple-like ass is attractive. The color was a bit different, but if I slapped it a few times with my palm, it would quickly turn red. Since Monica likes it from behind, tonight too…

“R-really…!”

Tak-

Slamming the desk, Monica jumped up from her seat. Was she angry? I looked up at her, slightly intimidated, but the color on her face, even though it was the same red, was clearly different from anger… it was embarrassment and heat.

“I’m going to wash up.”

“Already?”

“Because of someone, I can’t possibly feel like working today.”

She says that, but there are only a few documents left. In the first place, what she was looking at now was something she could do tomorrow, so she’s so relaxed. Whatever the case, it’s welcome from my perspective if it ends early. Monica’s work ending time is my quitting time, after all.

Monica, taking a few pieces of clothing, entered the door on the opposite side of the hallway, where the bathroom used by the lord and lady was located. And then, she had completely entered, but she peeked her head out again and said to me.

“I’m going to wash up, so don’t come in.”

“…Why?”

“Don’t come in!”

Kikik.

I had no intention of going in, but just to tease her once, Monica shouted back. After that, I sat blankly and waited, and the sound of pouring water could be heard. She’s probably scooping up water and pouring it on her body… um. It’s a bit dangerous just imagining it. But, does it usually sound this loud when someone is taking a bath? The sound of a woman bathing to have sex with me is so loud, wouldn’t it be weirder not to get excited?

Come to think of it, why did she specifically tell me not to come in? It’s not like I’ve ever barged into a woman’s bath before. It’s just Monica’s imagination… why did Monica have such an imagination? Isn’t it because she unconsciously wants it? While I was spacing out thinking about that, the sound of water stopped and the door opened.

Monica, peeking her head out and confirming my appearance, headed to the bed wrapped tightly in a bathrobe. Perhaps she’s more embarrassed after doing it once, she seems more reluctant to show her body than yesterday.

“Hurry, hurry up and wash up, darling…”

“…Okay.”

I felt strange every time Monica called me darling. I’ve become accustomed to her current gentle self, so it doesn’t overlap with her former self and give me goosebumps… Instead, there seems to be something embarrassing and ticklish… it’s a bit strange. I thought it was because I wasn’t used to it and headed to the bathroom.

The entire bathroom was filled with the scent of flowers. What is she using… Vera Nuna seemed to have this scent on her body too. Do women all use something like that? My penis was completely excited by the scent of a woman’s body that kept permeating my nose, so I washed as quickly as possible to calm it down.

But I still had to wash thoroughly. I washed every nook and cranny of my body, wiped it all off, dried it, and put on a bathrobe. Monica wore it, so I had to wear it too.

Taking everything, I entered the bedroom and saw Monica working at her desk again.

“Were you waiting?”

“No, not really…”

Why is she suddenly doing this again? Wasn’t she not going to do any more today? She’s finishing up what she couldn’t do because of me earlier.

Monica becomes very serious when she works. It’s normal to work seriously, but what I mean is that her appearance when working and in bed is very different. Not only in bed, but even when the topic of the night comes up, she’s too embarrassed to lift her head and stutters, but she shows a very professional attitude when it comes to work. In actual work, personality, and speech.

“Let’s do this and then do it, darling.”

Where did the shy bride who told me to wash up earlier go, and only the Count Lady remains. But I can’t stand it anymore either. I quickly washed up and ran here thinking about sex, but she wants me to wait more? I wondered if it was because I took too long to wash, but I also thought that I hadn’t fully shown Monica the true taste of sex.

If she had really enjoyed it, the moment she heard the words “let’s have sex,” she wouldn’t have even thought about looking at those things. It’s my mistake… I grabbed Monica’s hand as she turned the documents.

“Eup…!\ Just, just a moment…!\ Just this and…!”

“Do it tomorrow.”

I don’t know what the documents are, but sex is much more important. I pressed Monica, who was sitting on the chair, as she was, tied both arms with one hand, and put my hand between her legs. I quickly found her vagina with just the sensation of my fingers, and my fingers headed into the crack that was moistly wet.

“Haa, heu, heuk, aah, aah!”

Half-lying down in a posture as if collapsing on the chair, with her arms held by me. I violated Monica, who couldn’t do anything, with two fingers.