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[Episode 43] – The Young Maid, Vivi

Peaceful. The smile on my face didn’t disappear on this peaceful weekend morning. Just having a maid in the mansion made my body feel comfortable and my mind feel relaxed. It was such a shame that it was limited to weekends, but the maid Catherine sent was so convenient that I thought about hiring a separate maid for the weekdays.

She was good at housework, and she was also good at making tea. She was also very perceptive, so if she thought I needed something, she would quickly prepare what I needed without me having to ask. If I had had a lot of money, all the maids Catherine brought in were so capable that I would have hired them.

Is it because they are so capable? The maids that Catherine brought along were not limited to cleaning or housework. They would decorate the flowers that were roughly managed in the garden to brighten up the hallway, or organize clothes that were just gathering dust.

Of all those shining talents, the one I like the most is this.

“Ugh…”

“Madam, your shoulders are really tense.”

“Ugh…”

It was a massage that the maid suggested because she looked tired. The young maid, who was short and had a small body, gently rubbed my shoulders with her small hands. Although her hands were certainly small, it felt as refreshing as the massages given by adults. It seems like she didn’t pat her chest proudly, saying that massage was her best skill.

“Are you sick?”

“Okay… Yeah…”

I enjoyed the maid’s massage, making sounds that I couldn’t tell if they were answers or moans. I laid on the marble pedestal in the bathroom filled with hot steam and felt the maid’s scented oil and massage, relieving my fatigue. I was embarrassed because I was naked and wearing nothing, but I couldn’t resist the pleasant touch of her hands caressing my skin.

“Ha…I feel good…”

A sigh escaped my lips without me realizing it. Every time the young maid’s small fingertips pressed my back and shoulders, it hurt, but rather than feeling pain, I felt a refreshing feeling of my muscles loosening, and without me realizing it, I lifted my waist and raised my toes.

“I’m glad you like it. Then should I do it every time you come?”

“Is that okay..?”

“Yes. I’m glad that my wife likes my massage. And do you have to get massages regularly? If you don’t, your muscles will get stiff and it’s not good for your body.”

“Then… I’ll ask you…”

I thought it was too luxurious to be able to receive such a massage every week, but the maid’s gentle hands gradually forgot about that thought. While the maid was continuing the massage, she took out a bottle of massage oil and showed it to me, saying that she had secretly brought it from the count’s house. She explained about skin care and other things, but honestly, I didn’t listen.

“Madam, I’ll put some oil on you.”

“Huh, huh? Uh, yeah…”

The maid applied a generous amount of massage oil to her hands and gently rubbed her palms to warm up the cold oil. As she massaged my shoulders with her oil-covered hands, the slippery sensation of the warm oil was transmitted to my back. The maid’s smooth hands pressed and rubbed my shoulders and then moved to my back.

As the maid began to apply a thin layer of slippery oil, slowly running down my shoulders and waist, I felt all the fatigue from the weekdays melt away. The maid’s hands pressing along my bones, combined with the warm bath water, made me feel so good.

The maid, who came down without any obstruction, massaged my back with the wide surface of her palm, then pressed my back with both thumbs and gradually moved down. The pleasant feeling of my muscles loosening caused moans like sighs to continuously leak out of my mouth.

“Sigh…sob…”

While I was enjoying the maid’s touch and continuing to let out pleasant moans without realizing it, I felt the hand that I thought was going to go down to my waist suddenly touch my buttocks, and my body jumped without realizing it. When I turned my head in surprise and looked at the maid, she started to continue to rub my buttocks as if nothing had happened.

‘…I can’t say anything because he gives me a massage with such a serious expression.’

I had never received a massage like this naked before, so I couldn’t tell if the maid’s massage was normal or not. While I was confused, the maid was moving her hands widely and squeezing my buttocks as if she was trying to make them burst.

“Black…sob…”

It was a familiar feeling. Didn’t other girls rub my butt like this? But isn’t this a massage? There’s no way a maid would sexually harass a nobleman, right? Countless questions filled my head, but I was so absorbed in the pleasure of the maid’s massage that I couldn’t think of anything.

“Huh!”

I thought it would end here, but the maid didn’t stop at my butt, but slightly spread my legs and swept down the inside of my thighs. Without giving me a chance to stop her, the maid pressed down on the inside of my thigh muscles, and I let out a groan without realizing it, got up, and pushed the maid away to stop her.

“Okay, wait a minute… That’s it…”

“…I’m sorry. Since this is a massage that other women ‘enjoy’… I did it without your permission. If I let it go here too, the other women would really like it and say it feels good. Did you feel uncomfortable..?”

The young maid, who had been pushed and stopped, bowed her head and apologized to me. I felt a sense of guilt for some reason as I watched the young maid bow her head repeatedly, apologizing for the inconvenience. She didn’t need to apologize that much, but I stopped her from getting down on her knees again.

“Oh, no. That’s not it… Should we stop here for today..? I don’t feel well…”

“…Yes, ma’am. Then I will go now. I will wait outside the bathroom, so if anything comes up, please call me.”

“, thank you.”

The maid who said that bowed and left the bathroom. After washing off the oil on her body and entering the hot bath, she sighed involuntarily. As she was absentmindedly soaking in the bath water, she suddenly remembered the conversation she had with the maid.

‘It’s a massage that other women also enjoy…’

Sure, the feeling of pressing the inside of my thigh felt strangely good. However, when I was touched there, I thought of the ‘class’ for no reason, so I pushed the maid away and refused without realizing it. I thought that the maid must have acted out of pure good intentions, but I was being too sensitive.

‘Well… I guess it’ll be okay if I don’t refuse next time.’

I felt a strange sense of suffocation, so I immersed myself in the bathtub, deep enough to submerge my chin, and sighed while blowing bubbles out of my mouth in the water. When I pushed the maid without realizing it, her surprised expression and the way she hung her head sullenly afterwards seemed to stimulate my guilt for no reason.

‘It’s not always a good thing to order others around…’

*

Knock knock- When the young maid knocked on Catherine’s door, a voice from inside the room called her in. The maid turned the doorknob with a confident expression, as if she was used to meeting Catherine, and opened Catherine’s room and went in. Catherine also opened her door and greeted the maid as if she were used to coming in.

“Come on in, Vivi.”

“I’m back, Catherine.”

The young maid, Vivi, sat down on the sofa in Catherine’s room, her short legs floating in the air without touching the ground. Catherine saw this and snickered, then picked up a snack from her desk and sat down next to Vivi and handed it to her.

“How are you? Did you do well?”

“Yes, who am I?”

Vivi shrugged her shoulders and swallowed the snack in her hand. Then she took out a container of massage oil from her maid’s apron and handed it to Catherine. Catherine lifted the container of massage oil, checked the residue, and placed it on the table in front of the sofa.

Vivi looked at Catherine, who seemed to be doubting whether she had really come to work or not, as if she was dumbfounded. Then she screamed, “Whoa!” and flapped her arms as if it was unfair.

“Wow, you doubt this?!”

“You have to have faith.”

“That’s too much, really… If you were going to be so suspicious, why didn’t you call my brother instead of me?!”

“You’re a man.”

“…Make me dress up as a woman, dress up as a woman! Even though we have the same face!”

“But he’s still a man.”

“Ah, okay.”

Vivi clicked her tongue as if she couldn’t understand, and licked the cookie crumbs on her hands. Then, she roughly wiped her drool-covered hands on her apron. Catherine, who was watching her, sighed and patted Vivi on the head. Vivi exclaimed, “Ouch!” and looked up at Catherine with tears in her eyes.

“Why are you hitting me?!”

“I told you to act like a maid. A maid who gets spit all over her hands and wipes it on her apron?”

As Catherine clenched her fist in front of Vivi, who was mumbling, “Could that be possible?” Vivi let out a startled huff and jumped down from the sofa and ran to the opposite sofa. Catherine sat down next to Vivi, took a handkerchief out of her pocket, and handed it to her.

“So? Nothing happened while you were getting the massage?”

“Um… He pushed me away when I touched his inner thigh. Did he go too far from the first day?”

Vivi, who had received the handkerchief, began to wipe her hands that still had saliva on them and began to explain to Catherine what had happened in the bathroom. She had mixed perfume in the bath water and applied it to her body, and had even massaged her with plenty of oil. Catherine felt a moment of envy as she raised an eyebrow at Vivi, even though it was her order.

“…Well done, the other ladies said ‘I enjoy it’ which is the best. I will ask for your help in the future. If the kids want it, do it for them too, not just Trisha.”

“Yes, I understand. I will do whatever Catherine wants.”

As Catherine stroked Vivi’s gray hair, Vivi let out a small laugh, as if she was happy. Then, saying that she was done with her business, she jumped down from the sofa and headed for the door. As Vivi was about to turn the doorknob and go out, Catherine called out to her.

“Oh, right. When you get back to the Count’s house, tell your brother that I’ll be visiting the store with the kids and Trisha next weekend.”

“Huh? Oh, I understand. But…why you, oppa?”

“It’s time to start getting ready.”

Catherine sat up from the sofa and answered Vivi’s question in a tone of boredom. It was a day that came once a year. She had to prepare herself for a place full of beautiful, sparkling jewels, but also dirty, ugly, and muddy.

“Getting ready to go to the ball.”