Episode 150. Service (8)

“Hoo….”

As soon as the break time started, Daria, who had entered her private lounge, sighed. It was obvious that she was not in a good mood, or perhaps her fatigue was visible. She could feel the maids below feeling uncomfortable, so she left as soon as the break time started. It was unlike her. Condition management was a basic skill for a maid… She hoped she would feel better if she rested, so she looked for the lounge. There was something else she was expecting, too…

‘Why isn’t he coming…’

The empty lounge. Had this cramped lounge, which had been used for her to serve that perverted Count, always been this spacious? She felt anxious sitting here alone. Normally, she wouldn’t be waiting for that perverted Count to come, but he would have come to her even before she could rest and brought her here.

Yesterday, and today as well. She wasn’t used to resting alone. Daria couldn’t understand herself, feeling awkward in the lounge that she used to use just fine alone, just because that perverted Count hadn’t come for only two days. It was as if she was eagerly waiting for that pervert. It’s not like she liked that man, that womanizer. It was as if she was in heat.

And as if to mock those words, her body reacted first as she came to the familiar time and place every day. The sight of that penis she saw every day, the scene of intense sex she had peeked at two days ago, came to her mind, and she heated up on her own. Since there was no one to see anyway, Daria closed the door tightly and began to soothe herself.

This desire that had been building up since the day before yesterday. After Edward-nim awakened her rear hole, the days of pressing inside with a dildo of a size she could barely reach. Her body, which had become accustomed to that life, was struggling with a life without a large, hard penis or a dildo. With this needle-like thing she was currently inserting-actually, it was much larger than a needle-it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she couldn’t feel anything.

She thought about just putting something bigger than this in… but soon gave up. The only things longer than this that she could get her hands on were… maybe a mop handle? No matter how cleanly she wiped it, she felt like she would get pricked by a splinter if she moved a wooden one. It was also too thin to feel good. And above all, it was too long…

‘If I put it in and accidentally sit down… eugh…’

If that long handle got stuck inside her body, it wouldn’t just end with ‘feeling like a skewer,’ but she would literally become a skewer. If the inside got damaged, she could almost consider it a disease, so the probability of dying was high… ‘Died from inserting a mop handle into her ass to masturbate and getting stabbed,’ what a shameful cause of death. If she died like that, she wouldn’t have anything to say even in heaven.

Due to her moral values, having grown up and learned in a noble Family, she was reluctant to look for another man like a promiscuous woman. Just looking at the probabilities, she had only seen one penis, but she knew that its size was uncommon. How likely would it be that she could find a man, bring him in, and when he took off his pants, his penis would match even half of that penis? It was also difficult to find one because of that attendant bastard who chased her like a ghost as soon as she stepped out of the servants’ quarters.

Anyway, for various reasons, Daria was desperately trying to scratch the inside. Even though she was starving to death, she knew the taste of bread but was desperately soothing the inside with the feeling of picking up bread crumbs that had fallen on the floor. Knowing that the more she scratched, the more desperate she would become, but she couldn’t help but scratch. In that structure, Daria comforted herself so much that she barely slept last night.

If the back doesn’t work, then the front. The new fact that she realized was that she wasn’t frigid. It was just that until now, she didn’t know where the “really” good spot was. It was as if Count Edward-nim’s penis was the key to unlocking the seal that had been suppressing her sensitivity. Since that day, she could definitely feel stimulation in the front as well.

Considering the little remaining break time, for a quick climax. Although it was less than the back, she caressed the clitoris, which her fingers could easily reach. No, she rubbed it as if it would wear away. The clitoris, which had been dormant for over 25 years, nearly 30 years, faithfully performed its role and struck Daria’s mind.

With one hand on the clitoris and the other on the short, thin rod inserted into her rear hole. She sat down on the floor, bent over with her butt facing the sky, and stimulated both sides simultaneously. She thought it would be too unsightly to bang her head on the floor, so she leaned her upper body against the wall, recalling that night when she was attacked by Count Edward-nim.

Twitch, twitch.

That shelf where the perverted Count sat and demanded she suck his penis. In front of it, in a similar posture to when she was sucking his penis. Leaning against the shelf, Daria trembled as she reached a quick climax. She had comforted herself like this last night too. It was a quick and sure way to climax and exhaust herself to make it easier to fall asleep.

But no matter how good a method is, it will eventually stop working if you keep using it. The rear hole, which was heating up and expressing dissatisfaction as she tasted the climax, throbbed. She was getting more and more anxious, but the break time was almost over. She had no choice but to tidy up her clothes, and while she was cooling down her flushed face.

Bang-

The lounge door opened.

“What’s the mat-“

She thought it was a maid who had come with a message. Daria, who was looking this way and speaking comfortably, stopped talking. The emotion of surprise was clearly revealed on her face, which had long since discarded her hollow eyes and expressionless mask.

“What brings you here, -nim.”

“Well, I have something to ask.”

She hurriedly composed her expression, but her flushed face, heavy breathing, the puddle of vaginal fluid on the floor, and the scent of a female in heat filling the small room. It was too obvious what she had been doing. So, pretending not to know, I spoke as if I didn’t care much.

“But what were you doing?”

“I was just taking a short break during the break time…”

“Hmm, is that so?”

How much had she been holding back that she was masturbating even during that short break time? To be honest, I was going to just let it go, but I was annoyed that she was trying to hide it while making it so obvious, so I kept pressing her.

“What do you do when you rest?”

“…I just sit there and rest for a while…”

“Comfortably, with your underwear off, right?”

“!…”

Before Daria could hide it, I snatched what she was tightly clutching in her hand. I had half-guessed because I saw a familiar white color between her fingers that she was hiding something, and I was right. She must have taken it off so it wouldn’t interfere with her masturbation, and I came in before she could even put it back on.

Daria’s face turned so red that it looked like it was about to explode, but she endured her embarrassment and answered.

“Th, that’s right…”

Still pretending not to be a pervert until the end. Her posture of standing tall while enduring her embarrassment was commendable, but nothing could be solved if she was this dishonest. I had pushed her enough, so now it was time to give her a carrot and pull her in.

“Hmm, if someone takes off their underwear and masturbates during their break time, I was going to give them this…”

So saying, I took out that thing that looked like a carrot… well, it was about the same size as a carrot. It had a ring at the end, though. Daria’s eyes widened as if she had seen a precious thing that she had been searching for for a long time when she saw it.

“A pervert was peeking into the Count-nim’s room and dropped this, you see.”

“…”

Daria’s eyes followed as I waved it in front of her. I hid it behind my back because I thought she wouldn’t be able to hear anything I said with her gaze fixed on it, and Daria’s eyes turned back to me.

“It reminded me that this was stuck in your ass hole, so I was wondering if you knew anything about it.”

“…I, I don’t know anything.”

Daria seemed to want to hide in a mouse hole, and it all showed on her face. It would be difficult to maintain a straight face in front of me, who kept bringing up her perverted actions and tastes. Still, to Daria, who was trying hard to deny it, I said one last thing.

“I was going to give this to someone who helps catch that pervert… do you know anything?”

“I think I know where that pervert is.”

Daria answered after hesitating slightly. It was obvious that she was saying she could help first because she thought she could get the masturbation device, and she was worried about how to resolve it with less embarrassment. We already knew everything about each other, but it was different depending on how we said it. But the fact that Daria prioritized her sexual desire above everything else was very significant.

“Really, where is it?”

I was also curious. What was she going to say, it’s not like she was confessing. Was she going to take me to her room? But after a long time of deliberation, Daria turned her back to me without saying a word.

“It’s here.”

“Huh?”

Was she just confessing? She should have said it sooner. Just when I was about to lose energy, Daria lifted her skirt. Her butt, which had no piece of cloth because of the underwear I had taken away, was revealed, and when Daria pushed her butt towards me, her gaping vagina and hole were visible.

“Th, there’s a pervert living inside this ass hole.”