episode_0063

“What, didn’t you go to invite the slave to come over to our room on the weekend? What’s wrong with your expression? Was it a scam?”

After finishing her work for the day, Daisy returned to her room and asked Hilda a series of questions while chewing on a hard cookie.

Hilda didn’t say a word in response, just covered her head with the blanket and was alone in her thoughts. From daytime until now, the scene of Charlotte and No. 25 mixing their bodies never left her mind. Rather, it got to the point where I could imagine what would happen next.

Hilda, curled up like a caterpillar under the blanket, pulled down her underwear to the side, inserted her fingers into her pussy, which was so hot that it almost burned, and began masturbating.

She knew that Daisy was right above her, but Daisy’s gaze wasn’t on her mind right now. This is my first time masturbating in my room. Normally, I just go to the bathroom and come out, but today was different. Hilda’s body was dominated by a desire that threatened to explode if not relieved immediately.

Daisy didn’t bother to lift the blanket because Hilda looked so different from usual, and instead went back to lying on her bed and chewing cookies and reading a book. He seemed completely oblivious to what was going on below.

Hilda felt that Daisy’s presence towards her had disappeared, and she moved her fingers more roughly than before. The pussy, which was wetter than usual, made me think that obscene sounds might be leaking out of the blanket.

But now, relieving her desires was an urgent priority for Hilda. I violently stirred the inside of my vagina with my fingers, but compared to the heated feeling, it was not very satisfying.

‘This is not it.’

I didn’t want this kind of vague stimulation. Isn’t this the same as when you usually masturbate? It was not enough to quench the unidentifiable thirst that was concentrated in the deepest part of the vagina, near the uterus.

Hilda stopped moving her fingers up and down and redrawed in her head the scene where Charlotte had just climbed on top of No. 25.

The more clearly the image came to mind, the more the inside of my vagina began to twitch and spasm.

The climax came in the blink of an eye, and Hilda reflexively stuffed her mouth with the blanket and barely held back the moan that was about to escape.

The blanket was instantly stained by the saliva that flowed more profusely than usual, and the love juice flowing from the vagina dyed the sheets sticky. Hilda, who had reached an unprecedented climax, could only twitch and not even move for a while.

Okay, this is it.

This stimulation tinged with immorality was the only way to quench my insatiable thirst.

Hilda knew she shouldn’t do this, but she pushed her finger into her pussy again.

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Hilda, who experienced pleasure for the first time in her life, could not sleep well because she masturbated all night. Daisy seemed to notice from the beginning, but it was difficult to talk to Hilda like usual, who was masturbating like someone possessed.

At that time, when she was working as usual except for her squinty eyes, No. 25 came to see Hilda with a hesitant look.

“Hilda, I have something to say… .”

It’s probably about something that happened yesterday.

Although Charlotte said she was fine, No. 25 was worried and went to see her in person to ask to talk.

Hilda stopped cleaning the hallway windows and looked straight at No. 25.

Number 25, who spoke first, was unable to open his mouth easily even though he was making proper eye contact with Hilda.

It was clear that he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be paying attention to Daisy, who was mopping the hallway behind Hilda.

Hilda opened her mouth first, as if she was considerate of No. 25.

“It’s a bit hard to do it here, isn’t it?”

Number 25 immediately nodded.

Hilda let out a long sigh and asked Daisy, who was cleaning the hallway, a small favor.

“Hey, please do my share of the cleaning.”

Although it couldn’t be seen as the attitude of someone asking a favor, Daisy nodded without saying anything.

Hilda roughly put down the mop on the window sill, scratched her head and took the lead and headed somewhere.

“Follow me.”

Immediately after finishing breakfast was the time when the maids were busiest. There were listening ears wherever she went, but Hilda knew one place that was perfect.

A place known only to Hilda, whose only stigma is finishing work quickly and fooling around.

An old warehouse hidden among thick bushes behind an outbuilding. The warehouse, which was no longer in use, had spider webs here and there and was lined with buckets of rust.

Hilda was standing with her arms crossed, fearlessly leaning her weight against the old wall that looked as if it might collapse at any moment. A spider the size of a fist passed over her forearm, but Hilda, who was not afraid of bugs, showed no particular reaction.

Did he at least feel intimidated by that appearance? Number 25 was the first to break the silence.

Issue 25 did not digress into other topics, but went straight to the main topic.

“What I did with Charlotte yesterday… . Did you see it?”

Hilda thought to herself.

What is coming has come.

It would be a lie if I didn’t see it. It was to the point where Charlotte herself told me to leave. Hilda sighed and nodded quietly.

Number 25, who saw that, bent his waist as much as possible and spoke to Hilda.

“Can you keep it a secret from the devil?”

There is no need to bow down to yourself. Even if I hadn’t come to ask for this in the first place, I had no intention of saying anything.

‘wait for a sec.’

A thought suddenly crossed Hilda’s mind.

If you abuse this, won’t you be able to manipulate No. 25 as you wish? When Hilda’s thoughts reached that point, she began slapping her cheek violently and banging her head against the wall.

No. 25, who has no way of knowing her true intentions, will only see her as suddenly harming herself. No. 25 is a bang! bang! He raised his voice with a worried face as he saw Hilda banging her head against the wall.

“Hilda!?”

I couldn’t bear to think about such trash. I was so disgusted.

If this is the case, how is it any different from the guys who molested No. 25 in the bathroom back then? Isn’t it a good idea to take advantage of No. 25’s weaknesses and use them to do whatever you want to hurt him?

Blood was pouring from my forehead, and the wall of the warehouse was gaping enough to see the outside.

Hilda placed her back against the wall and slid down into a seat. Number 25 hesitantly approached Hilda, who remained silent.

Hilda put her hand forward to block No. 25 from approaching, and frowned to the point where a wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. I felt disgusted with myself for harboring impure intentions, even if only for a moment. I didn’t have the confidence to look straight at No. 25’s face like this.

The fishy taste of blood rose from the lips that were closed so tightly that the fangs dug into them.

Number 25 was looking at Hilda with worried eyes. The hand that had nowhere to go seemed like it wanted to comfort it. Hilda managed to smile and then answered with difficulty.

“Because we are friends… Of course it has to be kept secret.”

No. 25’s eyes, which had been showing a worried expression until then, brightened even more, and he held Hilda’s hand tightly.

“Thank you!”

“Thank you, see you later. I’ll clean up here and leave.”

After finishing his business, No. 25 waved at Hilda and left the scene, but Hilda was unable to move from that spot for a while.

Wouldn’t it be possible now to understand how Daisy feels when she smokes whenever something difficult happens?

Hilda took out a cigarette from her pocket, stared at it blankly, then clicked her tongue, crumpled the cigarette, and threw it to the floor.

Hilda, with her face buried between her knees, kept repeating to herself.

You don’t have to thank me.

I’m not the kind of person who deserves your gratitude.

As expected, what was filling Hilda’s head right now was the scene of No. 25 having sex while panting heavily.

You may be wondering what the problem is with that. This is an imagination that any woman with a lot of blood can do. But that wasn’t the problem. In Hilda’s mind, it wasn’t always her who was having sex with No. 25. The target was always Aser, Charlotte, or other maids who were not even acquaintances with No. 25. I was the worst woman, masturbating while remembering that image.

There is clearly something wrong with this.

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Hilda waited only for today when she would be on duty.

Late at night, a time when most living things remain silent and people sleep.

Without stopping by anywhere else, Hilda went back to room 25 and opened the door so delicately that no one could hear the door opening.

To the extent that there has never been a greater concentration in life.

Perhaps thanks to Hilda’s efforts, No. 25’s door opened slightly without making a sound.

Fortunately, there was enough to see inside.

The dark room maintained a secret atmosphere, but the darkness surrounding the room was not a problem for Hilda.

Hilda rolled her red eyes back and forth and scanned the room.

Charlotte and No. 25 were clearly visible on the small bed, which was filled when one person lay down.

Even today, the two had sex naked without any clothes on, avoiding people’s eyes.

Hilda’s heart begins to beat rapidly after witnessing their affair. Heavy breathing was coming out of the open mouth.

I wanted to see in more detail the sex between the two that I could only see in my imagination. Hilda brought her face closer than before and watched their relationship closely.

When the time of groping each other’s bodies was over, Charlotte had No. 25 sit on the bed and she knelt on the floor and sucked his cock.

I never imagined that Charlotte, who always had a sharp expression like that of a wild beast, would suck a man’s cock with such a lovely expression.

When the short fellatio was over, Charlotte laid No. 25 down and got on top of him.

The dick of number 25 that entered Charlotte’s mouth was glistening with her saliva, showing off its majesty.

Hilda opened her mouth and stared blankly at No. 25’s cock.

‘Um, does that all go in?’

Despite his handsome appearance, No. 25 carried quite a large object. I remember catching a glimpse of it in the bathroom, but it was my first time seeing it in such detail.

Charlotte inserted it straight away without any hesitation, and the bed kept creaking – could it be that the bed was collapsing? I enjoyed sex so rough that it made me want to.

As I watched that scene in my eyes, my pussy started twitching, and the clean underwear I had worn for the first time this morning began to get wet with sticky love juice.

Same feeling as then.

Without realizing it, Hilda was masturbating while watching the two having sex.

The thought of remaining silent had long since disappeared from my mind. If it weren’t for Charlotte’s moans and the creaking of the bed, Hilda’s moans would have been the only sounds in the hallway.

The sex that had been going on for a long time, like mating between animals, was already coming to an end. No. 25’s ‘I’ll pack it inside.’ As soon as she heard those words, Charlotte’s waist arched like a bow and her body trembled. At the same time as Charlotte moaned, which I had never heard before in my life, Hilda convulsed and climaxed.

I definitely realized it at the moment when my body started shaking and love juice was gushing out of my vagina.

This feeling was not jealousy or anger about losing No. 25 to another woman. Rather, it was closer to joy. A joy tinged with a sense of immorality that I have never felt in my life.

The climax was more intense than ever before, and her lower body was stained with sticky love juice. All the circumstances indicated one fact.

That he is a helpless pervert with no way to save himself.