episode_0009

The ducal mansion, surrounded by a huge inner wall, worked like an elaborate clock. The goal was to make the duke and his wife comfortable, and all the parts were servants.

The servants all had their own sense of mission and the satisfaction of serving the noble ducal family.

As a side note, the salary was satisfactory, and the Duchess was famous for writing beautiful letters of introduction, so it was a position that maids working in other estates envied.

And the new maid, Aira, couldn’t believe that she was working in this mansion.

‘Really! Aren’t I so lucky?

This was the case of Ira, who was working as a waitress at the Seongnae Trading Post, being noticed by the head maid, Blushu, and selected.

Perhaps he highly regarded Ira for her energetic attitude despite her difficult work.

Even though her previous career was nothing more than a handyman at a trading post in the castle, the Duke’s servants welcomed Ira warmly.

The Duke’s Residence was as good as the rumors said.

After just a few months on the job, I already felt like I had found the job of a lifetime.

“Huh~ Heung heung.”

Ira cleans the garden corridor while humming a pleasant tune.

Knock knock knock-

Footsteps were heard behind Ira.

‘There’s no one else here besides me…?’

As it was a passage connecting the inner garden and the outer garden, there should be no one entering or exiting at this time except for the cleaning maids. At least that was what Ira knew.

‘… Trespassing! Maybe it’s the same guy who spat in the west wing hallway!’

The recent discovery of a spit stain in the west wing corridor was quite a topic of conversation among the servants. They wondered which of the educated members of the Duke’s household would have done such a bad thing.

“Who?n!”

Ira turned around, aimed the broom she was holding like a spear, and confirmed the identity of the intruder with her own eyes.

“Ah! That… Sorry, did I startle you?”

At the end of the aimed stick, there stood the Duchess with a puzzled expression.

“Ah! Lord, Master! I’m sorry. How dare I… !”

Ira’s face turned blue.

“I’m sorry! Please forgive me!”

He threw down the broom and bowed as low as he could to ask the Duchess for forgiveness.

“No, it’s okay. Just raise your head.”

After a few cute tussles, the Duchess calmed Ira down and sighed with a faint smile.

“Um, you. Was it Ira? Right?”

“Yes, yes! That’s right. That’s right, Ira. Master.”

Ira was extremely embarrassed.

In fact, this was the first time I had ever met the Duchess so closely. Ira was a new recruit, and the rule was that the younger the employee, the farther away from the master’s residence they worked.

‘It’s a joy to be able to meet the Duchess, whom I’ve only heard of through rumors, up close and personal! She even knows my name.’

I was on the verge of tears.

‘Oh, but… .’

The wife’s appearance now was ‘slightly’ different from the story Ira had heard.

‘I’ve heard that you’re always noble and dignified, a person who truly displays the character appropriate to your position.’

It’s far from that now.

The woman, wearing a tight-fitting shirt and pants and slightly heeled leather boots, was soaking wet from what she had been doing.

‘Sweat… is that it?’

Because of that, the woman’s cleavage and chest were clearly visible through her pure white shirt and pants.

“읏.”

Ira turned her gaze in surprise. She couldn’t bear to look at her master, who was dressed in clothes that were far from noble. She felt as if she would be charged with blasphemy just by looking at him.

Her already voluptuous body with ample breasts and hips was further accentuated by the corset-like vest, so even just standing still would be considered pornographic.

She was just born with a body that was obscene.

“Ira?”

Ira couldn’t even look at her master. She just turned her head away and moaned softly.

“Ah…! Do I smell a lot now?”

The Duchess, mistaken about something, smells her own hair.

“Oh, no! It smells sweet and I like it… .”

“… Is it sweet?”

“No, no, rather than saying it’s good, should I say it’s just average? Ugh… .”

If you’re not careful, you might end up being suspected of being a maid who has lust for her master, so you end up talking nonsense.

“That… uh, I’ll take that as a compliment. That, then, that’s it… .”

The Duchess looked at Ira with a suspicious look, then crossed her well-toned legs and continued on her way.

“Ugh… .”

Ira, who had been turning his head away from the lewdness of the wafting female scent, noticed the back of the Duchess walking away.

“Huh? Handprint?”

A clear handprint was visible on the side of her buttocks.

On the side of her large buttocks, which boasted firm elasticity, there was a distinct pink handprint, as if someone had hit her.

“No way…! Ah!”

A gut feeling that crosses my mind!

Aira, the new maid, full of a sense of mission for her master, ran towards her master who was walking away from her.

“Master!”

“Huh? Huh?”

The woman, who had been walking absentmindedly, looks back in surprise.

“Master! Have you ever been rude to someone?”

“Rude thing?”

“Yes! Has anyone ever taken advantage of the Duchess’ good nature to physically harm her or mentally humiliate her?”

“Uh… .”

Maid Ira carefully holds one of the Duchess’ hands with both of hers and puts pressure on her almost as if she is interrogating her.

“If something like that happens, please tell me right away! I can help you!”

Isn’t this the situation where one’s good nature is being taken advantage of? It was absurd for a low-level maid to hold the Duchess’ hand.

However, Duchess Mia just held Maid Aira’s hand with a slightly troubled expression.

“No way, no way. I am the Duchess of the Principality of Nisse. Who could be rude to me? Don’t worry.”

It was just a cute rookie maid who was overly loyal and full of enthusiasm. Sometimes maids who didn’t come from noble families would make this mistake.

“Then, Master, what are those marks on your butt?”

“Huh? Butt?”

The Duchess is startled and checks her butt.

“Uh.”

A mark was left. A large, thick palm print.

“Who would hit the duchess’s butt so hard that it would leave a handprint? So, I think you were either threatened or rude… .”

Ira’s imagination was strangely sharp, perhaps because she had read a novel the night before about a queen who was exploited by a lower-class noble and sold in a brothel.

“No way! That’s not true at all! So, uh… .”

‘I got hit by the swordsman. To be honest, I’ll say this…’

The outdoor prostitution in the courtyard, which had been spreading in the shade, has become a fait accompli.

‘Absolutely not! It’s not like it’s fornication, but if an outsider who doesn’t know the circumstances sees it… it’s a big deal!’

It was sure to be a huge scandal.

“Alone! I’m the only one who spanked your butt!”

It wasn’t a handprint – it was too clear. The pain was only temporary, but I didn’t know the mark would last this long.

“… By yourself? Oh, so you hit your own butt? ”

It would have been okay to just suppress them with their titles and ranks, but that didn’t fit with Duchess Mia’s beliefs.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. There’s a fly.”

“The handprint is too big and thick to be called that… .”

“That’s it! That’s it! Ugh, too! It’s because you hit me too hard!”

Every time I made a lame excuse, it got weirder and weirder.

“Ah… hahaha. Ugh, if you need any help at all, just let me know. I’m going to take my leave now.”

His voice was hoarse. It seemed his lame excuses weren’t working.

“Wait! Wait a minute. I’ll show you.”

“… Yes?”

“I’ll show you how to make a huge palm print.”

It was a bold decision. It was a desperate attempt to somehow prevent the rumors from spreading and reproducing.

“You don’t have to go that far… .”

The Duchess turned around and took a pose that slightly bent her waist, highlighting her plump buttocks.

“Uh… Huh?”

Ira’s head starts to ring as if it’s broken.

First of all, the smell of the lewd scent that fills your head confuses your mind.

And visually, the wife’s buttocks were beautiful yet lewd. The black, sexy lingerie panties that dug into the gap between the bones and the clear right-hand mark on her left buttock… .

“Huh… ?”

‘A right hand print on the left? Is that physically possible?’

I realized it.

“Okay, look carefully. If you hit me this hard, the mark on my butt will be bigger than my hand… .”

slap-

He really hit himself in the butt. He swung so hard that it was like hitting a horse’s butt.

“Ugh…! Sigh.”

I barely manage to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.

The way her buttocks jiggled and her waist arched like a bow was obscene.

“Hey, this, like this. How is it? If you wait a little longer, it will turn red… .”

“Master.”

“Huh?”

“I understand, so please stop… .”

“Ah… .”

Only then does the Duchess look back and see what kind of state she has become.

It was so ugly.

A mistress pushing her buttocks into the maid’s and spanking her own buttocks.

It was far from the image of being noble or luxurious.

It was incredibly shallow.

“I won’t spread any rumors. I’ll pretend it never happened, I’ve never seen it. I swear it on the goddess! Well, then, I’ll step aside first… .”

“Okay, wait! Come back!”

Maid Aira runs away.

“Ah.”

Only the Duchess remained, with her buttocks slightly sticking out in an obscene position, her two cheeks stained with handprints.