Episode 31. Wedding (6)

I was diligently stimulating a spot that seemed like it could feel good when Winnie’s body suddenly slumped, as if collapsing. I adjusted her position, worried her neck might snap if I left her like that.

“How bland…”

It seemed she’d completely fainted while reaching her peak. I’m putting in all this effort to teach her, but she’s not quite grasping the learning posture. Figuring she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, I looked for a bed.

‘Where could one be…’

I’d come to Count Melbourne’s mansion after Winnie summoned me, and was guided to the drawing room. Since there was no bed in the drawing room, I tried to check inside by opening the doors. Some were open, but most were locked.

It’s as if there aren’t any servants; there aren’t even many signs of people having been here, let alone footsteps. It seemed even Winnie, the owner of this mansion, didn’t visit many of these places often. This is about all the rooms that open, so wouldn’t the locked rooms be full of dust?

Tuk-

“Huh?”

While searching the rooms like that, I felt something catching on the door in one room. It wasn’t too heavy, so I pushed with some force, and the door opened with the sound of several things falling over.

“…What is this?”

The things that were standing like they were blocking the door were bundles of what looked like straw. They didn’t seem like they’d just been thrown together; it seemed like someone had tried to shape them… What are these?

Anyway, the room floor was densely filled with those unknown straw bundles. There were lit candles here and there, and things like strands of hair were scattered around, seemingly placed with some kind of rule rather than randomly, but to my eyes, ignorant of such things, the rule wasn’t visible.

‘It’s the fault of the person who blocked the door.’

Still, I felt a twinge of conscience just leaving them knocked over, so I stood them up as best I could and closed the door. Afterward, I found a bed in the next room and laid Winnie down. Feeling her as I held her, her body was soft despite her meager chest. She always wears baggy clothes, but her figure itself wasn’t bad, except for the chest. Kind of slender, maybe?

I was about to leave her there, but her damp panties bothered me. It’s not good to wear wet clothes, even if it’s just panties; she might catch a cold if I left her like that. I lifted her butt slightly and pulled out her panties. Unlike Vera’s mature and sensual underwear, these were fresh underwear with a hint of innocence.

‘…This is spoils of war.’

The soft feeling when I held her, the innocent panties. And the tightly closed that place that was gradually revealed as I took off those panties. It felt even better now than when I was directly stimulating her earlier. Was it because the woman who always annoyed me was lying there defenseless? Was it because I was so focused on teasing Vera yesterday that I forgot to satisfy myself?

Still, this isn’t right. I don’t have a hobby of forcibly taking a woman who isn’t responding, and I have Vera. I teased her plenty yesterday without penetration, so I should go to Vera today and ask her to play with me. She’ll be happy if I give her plenty for yesterday’s share too.

“Hoo…”

Winnie, standing in front of Monica’s office, was steeling her resolve.

‘There’s not much time left. I have to succeed today.’

For the entire day yesterday, Winnie hadn’t been able to escape the lingering shock of the tremendous pleasure that had overwhelmed her.

‘No matter how much I try, I can’t figure out how he did it.’

After learning how to get pleasure from Edward yesterday, Winnie had worked tirelessly to reproduce it on her own. But no matter how much she practiced through self-pleasure all day, the intense pleasure she had felt then didn’t return.

Even when she tried to recall the memories that had been blurred and painted white by the pleasure as much as possible, stimulating the same spots that Edward had touched only felt like pressing and scratching. The two protrusions that had developed as erogenous zones felt somewhat similar, but conversely, that meant she hardly felt any pleasure from anything else.

‘Is it because it’s an act I’m doing myself?’

In Winnie’s opinion, the only difference between Edward’s actions and her own was the actor. Why is it that when someone else tickles you, you writhe in places that you can touch yourself without any problem? Winnie thought that the pleasure she had felt was also something she hadn’t felt for a similar reason. And that’s why she could have confidence.

‘Monica will feel pleasure if I do it for her.’

Although she had only practiced for a day, this was enough. Today, she would awaken Monica and prevent her from falling into that man’s clutches. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy as she had thought, but Winnie couldn’t stand to see Monica getting involved with a man.

Ttokttok-

“Who is it?”

“This is Winnie Melbourne, Countess.”

“Come in.”

The maid opened the office door. Winnie squeezed herself in through the opening.

“Greetings, Count-nim.”

“It’s been a while, Countess Melbourne.”

At Winnie’s signal, Monica, understanding her intention, sent all the servants out. Once they were alone in the office, Winnie spoke comfortably.

“Why is it so hard to see your face~ Are you that busy?”

“Hehe, it’s because there are some things I need to take care of in advance because of the wedding. I’ll finish this up quickly.”

Looking at her friend, who couldn’t take her eyes off the documents even after she had arrived, Winnie hugged Monica from behind.

“You said you’d finish quickly.”

“Heu-heung.”

So far, so good. Monica was used to casual skinship, even back hugs. But Winnie was too afraid to ask for any more skinship than this.

‘Even if it’s just this much…’

What if even this relationship were to break? The reason she had come to see Monica today was to break that relationship and move on to a deeper one, but the desire to settle for the current relationship popped up from time to time.

But without hesitating, she puts her hand inside Monica’s clothes. She starts by touching Monica’s large breasts, just like she had felt yesterday.

“Heut, wha, what are you doing…”

“I thought you seemed tired. I’m trying to make you feel good.”

When her hand then went under her skirt, Monica cowered like a small animal. But unable to avoid the pleasure she was feeling, she twitched and trembled her legs. Each time Monica’s thighs, tightly gripping Winnie’s hand, trembled, the pressure on Monica’s that place only intensified. Soon, Monica trembled and gasped for breath from Winnie’s caresses. Winnie, calmly accepting her flushed gaze, said.

“Monica, I love you.”

“I, I love you too, as a friend…”

“No, I only love you. Don’t get married. I’m here for you.”

“Eung, even if you suddenly say that…”

Although she tried to refute her words, her eyes were already wavering. As if to hold onto that wavering heart, she tightly gripped Monica’s chest.

“Don’t get married. Let’s live together.”

“Winnie… Actually, I also…”

“Winnie! I can’t breathe!”

“Ah, hehe, sorry.”

“What are you thinking about.”

That was Winnie’s scenario. A delusion would be a more fitting name than a scenario, but anyway, that was her plan. She had used a magic circle with a thousand dolls to make her like women more than men, and now all that was left was her execution.

“It’s just, I feel kind of strange because our Monica is getting married tomorrow.”

“It’s not like I’m being sold off to another Family; I’ll still be here.”

In the end, what came out of Winnie’s mouth was a roundabout statement that had been twisted and turned to the point where its intention had been diluted and flown away.

“Still, there’s one more person who’s closer to Monica than I am, right?”

“Hey, it’s not like I’m dating him, what reason would I have to cherish Sir Edward more than you?”

But everyone changes like that when they get married. Winnie swallowed those words. There was no need to say ominous things. Because Monica is different. Because she’s a cool woman who’s different from those crazy, easy women from the root.

“Have you gotten a little closer to that person?”

“There has to be a chance to meet. I’m too busy right now, and maybe we’ll get a little closer if we have some couple time after we get married?”

“Last time you said you were going to tame him or something, but it looks like you haven’t even seen his face.”

“The last time was when I called him to give him that award, the time I told you about last time. I’m glad he seems to have become friends with my mom instead of me. I can take my time taming him.”

Not only have they become friends, but they’re actually hooking up? She had the urge to reveal everything, but she was sure that her friend would suffer a tremendous heartbreak if she did. Besides, it doesn’t seem like she’s even closer to Edward than she is. This was clearly a boon.

“Oh, right, come to think of it, I saw an interesting story in a book.”

While agonizing inwardly, she brings out the words she wanted to say in a roundabout way, as if saying ‘Oh, right’ and not thinking about it just now.

“In the old days, there were cases where men married men and women married women.”

“Ew, that’s a bit…”

And with that, the plan collapsed.