Chapter 1 (Part 1)

Can I really do this? 

On a night when everyone was asleep, Cecilia opened her door and took a deep breath.  

She was about to engage in an action that was far from honorable. Every time she recalled this fact, her heart started pounding wildly. Her steps, too, felt as heavy as water-soaked cotton.  

It’s okay, it’ll be okay.  

Placing her hand on her chest to calm her trembling body, she cautiously moved forward. However, when she reached her destination, her legs wobbled uncontrollably from nervousness.  

No, get a grip!  

Barely regaining her balance, Cecilia carefully opened the door. The room, shrouded in deep darkness, was so silent that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.  

When her gaze fell upon the bed, she saw the silhouette of a man faintly outlined in the dim light. He lay on the bed, showing no signs of movement, as if in a deep sleep. Not even the faint sound of steady breathing could be heard.  

Although there were no immediate signs of him waking up, she could not let her guard down. Cecilia minimized the sound of her footsteps as much as possible while moving forward. However, because the room was so dark, she had no choice but to crawl on all fours, relying on the sense of touch at her fingertips, as she approached the man.  

When she finally felt the hard bedpost, Cecilia let out a sigh of relief and stopped in her tracks. This meant she was halfway successful.  

But the real task was just beginning. Thinking about what she had to do next made her mouth go dry. Cecilia swallowed nervously.  

Gulp. 

In the excessively quiet space, even that sound felt amplified. Startled, she quickly covered her mouth.  

Widening her eyes in fear that he might have woken up, she glanced at the man. Fortunately, he was still deeply asleep.  

Phew.  

Letting out a silent sigh, Cecilia apologized to the man.  

Lord Beaufort, I’m sorry. Please don’t forgive me for what I’m about to do tonight!  

This was because he was the man who had visited here to become engaged to her younger sister, Rasilia, and also the man she had to seduce tonight. With her body, no less.  

How much had she practiced with the d*ldo for this day! She had vowed not to tremble since failure would be disastrous, but the moment she saw the man, her mind went blank.  

Even her outstretched hand trembled uncontrollably, but Cecilia mustered all her strength and began to grope his body. Her target was the object between his legs.  

Huh? Is this it?  

The moment her hand slipped into his pants, she tilted her head in confusion. The texture of the flesh she touched was nothing like the d*ldo. It was soft, large, and warm.  

This feels so different from practice!  

When the once-still object twitched, Cecilia, startled, instinctively withdrew her hand from the man’s body.  

Feeling the bulging veins on it, it seemed almost like a living creature, which frightened her but also piqued her curiosity. Her mind, which was initially filled with tension, was now overwhelmed with a mix of shock and wonder—two emotions that were difficult to reconcile.  

However, her curiosity outweighed her shock. Gathering her courage, she slipped her hand back into his pants and grasped the man’s organ.  

No matter how much she touched it, the man’s organ was completely different from the d*ldo she had practiced with countless times. The most surprising difference, however, was its size.  

Why is it so big? Lord Beaufort is smaller in build than Rasilia’s lover, so why is this so large?  

The Earl’s organ was beyond imagination. It was so much larger than the d*ldo that Cecilia was utterly shocked.  

The d*ldo she had used for practice was an extra-large size, and she had heard that the p*nis of Rasilia’s robustly-built lover was smaller than the d*ldo.  

So Cecilia had thought that the size of the d*ldo she used for practice was unrealistic.  

But now, here she was, holding something that was closer to a weapon than an organ. If it wasn’t even fully aroused yet, and it was already this size, she thought it might become a threatening weapon when fully *rect.  

The thought that no man’s organ could be larger than this suddenly drained her confidence. She wasn’t sure she could handle something so intimidating.  

What should I do?  

After hesitating for a moment, Cecilia shook her head.  

It’s just big; it’s not all that different from the d*ldo!

Even if the p*nis was unexpectedly large, her goal hadn’t changed. She needed to focus on demonstrating what she had practiced.  

Resolving to push aside her hesitation, Cecilia gently shook the p*nis she was holding. The constant twitching sensation still felt strange, but she endured it.  

Does Lord Beaufort have a high libido? Or is he reacting to my touch?  

As she slowly stroked it, the man’s organ grew hotter and harder, as if it had been burned. Even while asleep, the man’s body quickly responded, which made Cecilia feel both strange and proud.  

When practicing with the d*ldo, all she received were her tutor’s compliments, but she couldn’t gauge the actual reaction of a man, so she often doubted whether she was doing it right.  

As her confidence grew, her movements became faster. The more vigorously she moved up and down, the more the p*nis swelled and became moist.  

Oh my goodness!  

As the man’s organ grew beyond her imagination, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel flustered. Still, she didn’t stop stroking it. Instead, she increased the intensity of her movements.  

The sound of her hand rubbing against the p*nis echoed through the silent room. The lewd sound was so arousing that Cecilia’s body also felt as though it was heating up.  

That’s when it happened. The man, whom she thought was asleep, suddenly grabbed Cecilia’s wrist.  

Huh? Was he awake? C-Could it be that I failed?  

Startled, Cecilia froze, still holding the man’s p*nis. Her eyes widened like a rabbit’s, and her panicked gaze darted around, unable to focus.  

For a moment, she contemplated whether she should stop and run away, but she quickly steeled herself. She decided it was better to see things through to the end now that she had started.  

Cecilia resumed moving her hand, stroking the man’s p*nis even more roughly than before.

A rough groan escaped the man’s lips, and the grip on Cecilia’s wrist tightened. It wasn’t a gesture to stop her, but rather closer to one of helplessness.  

“Haah!”  

Heavy breathing and shallow moans filled the quiet room. Just the sound alone made her body feel strange.  

“Wh-who are you? Who are you to commit such shameless acts in the middle of the night? Ah!”

Eventually, a voice, trembling with confusion and mixed with moans, reached Cecilia’s ears. The man tried to swallow his moans, but they continued to escape his lips in shallow gasps.  

“Remove your hand… now! Ugh!”

At that moment, Cecilia felt an indescribable sense of unease. The Earl’s tone, which she had heard before, had been stiff and formal. But now, why did his voice sound so different?  

She paused briefly in doubt but soon concluded that the moans must have altered his tone, making it sound unlike the voice she had heard during the day. Realizing that she had stimulated him to the point of changing even his voice, Cecilia felt her confidence surge.  

Moreover, when the man released her hand and no longer blocked her, Cecilia’s mind became consumed not with the thought of seducing the Earl, but with the determination to satisfy the man before her.  

As her hand movements gained speed, the man let out sounds that were hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure.  

Is this enough?  

Just as she thought the moans had transformed into cries of ecstasy, the hot pillar in her hand swelled even further before erupting with a splurt, accompanied by a pungent smell that filled the room.  

Covered in the man’s s*men, Cecilia licked her lips, attempting to clean off the liquid, but immediately grimaced.  

What is this taste?!  

The strange flavor made her want to spit it out immediately, but she held back. She couldn’t show any sign of displeasure since she was here to seduce the Earl.  

Instead, she roughly rubbed the still-hot pillar in her hand, squeezing it to ensure every last drop of s*men was released.  

Only after the last drop had been expelled did Cecilia finally let go of the now-limp organ.  

The joy of successfully completing her mission according to plan washed over her, but it was short-lived. Now that she had achieved her goal, the satisfaction of pleasing the man was replaced by a wave of belated anxiety and fear.  

How will he react?  

Cecilia cautiously observed the man’s silhouette. He was still panting heavily, showing no immediate reaction. The longer this silence stretched, the more her nervousness grew.  

“Haa… ah.”  

The man, letting out low moans and rough breaths, reached out toward the candlestick.  

If he showed any sign of displeasure, Cecilia was prepared to *rouse him again. She was willing to do so until he was completely satisfied.  

As she readied herself, the candle was lit, and Cecilia, who had been about to observe the man’s expression, widened her emerald-green eyes like a startled rabbit.  

“Oh my, Pr-Priest?”

The moment she realized the man before her was not her intended target, Cecilia fell into a state of panic.  

Why is the Priest here?  

In that brief moment, Cecilia tried to figure out if she had made a mistake. She was certain she hadn’t entered the wrong room. She had checked multiple times before opening the door.  

That could only mean that, unexpectedly, the Earl and the Priest had switched rooms. Cecilia’s mistake was failing to confirm which room belonged to whom.  

What should I do?  

As her confused gaze wandered aimlessly, the furious voice of the Priest pierced her ears.  

“Didn’t I tell you to remove your hand?!”  

“T-That’s…”  

Unable to come up with an excuse, Cecilia was at a loss for words. Unable to bear the accusing glare directed at her, she lowered her head to avoid his gaze.