Chapter 2.2

Frantically, she waved her hand at Robert, who had been standing nearby tidying up the biscuit crumbs she had dropped earlier.  

“You can leave now.”  

“You insisted earlier that I stay close by since you were bored.”  

Caught off guard for a moment, Violet quickly composed herself, feigning concern and generosity.  

“Come to think of it, you must have so much work to do.”  

“I didn’t realize how considerate you were of me, Young Lady.”  

“I can’t just think about myself.”  

“I must be a truly blessed butler.”  

His response, though delivered with a straight face, was laced with playful sarcasm.  

“Understood. I’ll step out so you can enjoy yourself. Call me if you need anything.”  

With a quiet laugh, Robert left the room. In the now serene atmosphere, Violet eagerly turned the pages.  

[…….  

“Ahh, n-no, stop, mmph.”  

“When a husband thrusts into his wife, she should obediently accept it.”  

“Mmph, ahh, no, it’s too deep, ah!”  

“Liar. You’ve soaked yourself down here.”  

“Ahh, no, don’t say such things, mmph….”  

“A lying mouth like yours deserves punishment.”  

The Duke pulled his throbbing member out of her, its crimson length glistening with saliva as it twitched menacingly. Its sheer size seemed impossible to fit into her mouth.  

The monstrous organ immediately aimed for her lips. Even with just the tip inserted, her mouth stretched to its limit, and she gagged helplessly.  

“Are you pretending to be a proper lady?”  

“Guh, sob, ugh, mmph.”  

“This isn’t the first time I’ve asked, is it?”  

The Duke gripped her jaw and forced his member deeper into her mouth. Even as her teeth scraped against the bulging veins, he didn’t flinch.  

…….]

When she reached the part describing the Duke’s member, Violet’s heart raced uncontrollably. Holding her breath, she carefully dissected each word, vividly imagining the described scene.  

The dark, veiny surface, the angry bulge, the massive pillar of flesh reaching up to his navel—its intimidating form loomed in her mind.  

Could a man’s organ really look so monstrous? Was Robert’s like that too?  

And to think of forcing something so shamelessly large into someone’s mouth! Absurd! How indecent!  

Her heart pounded wildly. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she fanned herself, yet she couldn’t stop turning the pages. The male lead’s degrading words, the female lead’s pitiful moans, the friction between their intimate parts, the lewd smells and wet sounds—all of it consumed Violet’s senses.  

The lengthy love scene spanned over ten pages, growing increasingly intense. The male lead’s actions became more violent, while the female lead, despite her resistance, succumbed to the pleasure he gave her, crying out in ecstasy.  

As the female protagonist cl*maxed with a scream, Violet unconsciously whispered, 

“Robert.”  

From the secret spot between her thighs, warm arousal gushed forth. Her body felt so heated that she couldn’t continue reading any further.  

“You called for me?”  

Hearing her call, Robert entered the room. Violet quickly adjusted her dress to conceal her sticky thighs and looked up at him with her flushed face. Unlike her, Robert appeared calm and composed, his posture and demeanor as impeccable as ever.  

Suddenly, a question arose in her mind. 

Why didn’t he act like the male protagonist in the book?  

He nursed her br*asts every day. He seemed to enjoy it. He even got aroused.  

Back when he massaged her back, she hadn’t understood what the hard thing pressing against her b*ttocks was. But now she knew—it had been Robert’s aroused member.  

She remembered how it had subtly brushed against her, how he had been clearly filled with desire. 

So why didn’t he act on it?  

Judging by her memory of that sensation, Robert’s size was likely no smaller than the male protagonist’s in the book—if not larger.  

“Robert.”  

“Yes, Young Lady.”  

His composed expression somehow irritated her. His voice, so indifferent, only added to her frustration.  

“Why….”  

“Pardon?”  

“…Why don’t you do it?”  

His hazel eyes filled with confusion.  

“Do what?”  

“Intercourse.”  

She had merely repeated the term from the book, yet his face showed a hint of discomfort, as if she had said something improper.  

“Copulation?”  

When she tried a different term, his brow furrowed further.  

“s*x!”  

Was that not right either?  

“Whatever you call it, why don’t we do it?”  

Determined to get an answer, Violet pressed on.  

“You and me?”  

“Yes. You and me, Robert.”  

“That’s impossible.”  

Without hesitation, he firmly rejected her, flashing a faint smile.  

“Why not?”  

“Have you ever seen a lady engage with her butler in such a way?”  

Though he claimed it was for her sake, Violet found his reasoning unsatisfactory.  

“Then what about a kiss?”

“Do you want to do it?”  

“I’m curious. Please do it.”  

Robert looked at Violet, who puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. Her large, upturned eyes glistened like glass. Her cheeks were a delicate pink, reminiscent of blooming cherry blossoms, and her slightly parted lips were filled with longing. Violet pleaded with her characteristic charm, exuding an innocence that was far too pure for someone requesting a kiss.  

With a face like that, asking him to do it…  

“That’s not something to be done carelessly.”  

“I’m not asking you to do it carelessly. I want to know. So teach me.”  

Robert had to suppress a groan as he felt a throbbing ache in his groin. When he didn’t respond, Violet hesitated for a moment before closing her eyes. Her long lashes trembled faintly as they rested delicately. Her demure posture only served to provoke the man’s lust.  

Though his rational mind told him this was wrong, his instincts kept justifying the situation. The young lady wanted it. She was begging him to do it. What if he didn’t do it and she ended up crying? He couldn’t bear to make her cry.  

A young lady, desperate for a kiss—how could he resist? 

Surely it was fine to indulge, just a little, by kissing her lips.  

In the end, he surrendered.  

Following his desire, Robert lowered his head toward Violet’s lips. As their breaths mingled, their soft flesh met. When he cautiously invaded the gap between her lips, their warm tongues intertwined. The heat and slipperiness of her mouth were far more intoxicating than he had imagined.  

A thrilling sensation spread through his spine, filling his entire body. The memory of the first time he tasted Violet’s chest suddenly resurfaced. Though it shouldn’t have been possible, he swore he could taste milk in her mouth.  

Robert carefully observed Violet’s reactions as he grazed her teeth and palate. Though she had been the one to ask for it, she was now trembling helplessly, clutching his arm tightly. Gently, Robert guided her hands to rest on the back of his neck.  

At this, Violet threw her arms around him with all her strength, pressing her lips against his so forcefully that his gums ached. Her clumsy movements made Robert chuckle as he lightly bit her soft lower lip.  

What an adorable young lady.  

To match her enthusiasm, he alternated between sucking her upper and lower lips with just the right amount of pressure. This caused her to cling to him even more, exhaling excited breaths like a hungry baby bird.  

“Mm, ah, mmph.”  

The blood coursing through his veins quickened, and the heat surged, intensifying his arousal. Sticky desire welled up inside him.  

Robert slid his tongue into her open mouth, moving it back and forth as if he were penetrating her body with his member. The thought alone sent an uncontrollable wave of excitement through him, causing his er*ction to swell to its limit. It felt as though his pants might tear.  

He pushed his tongue deeper, almost as if he intended to reach her throat. When her lip muscles tightened around his tongue, his mind went blank. 

Was this what it would feel like to be inside her body? 

Just imagining it made his brain feel like it was melting.  

Violet kept pressing her lower body against him, and he felt as though he might explode.  

Should I just push her down, lift her skirt, and thrust into her? Even if she cried out in pain, I could ignore it and keep moving my hips. I could fill her pure body with my seed.  

His beloved young lady, unaware of the pain that accompanied a first experience, kept seeking pleasure. Even as she whimpered like a kitten, struggling to breathe during their kiss, she refused to let go of his tongue.  

Fearing he might lose control, Robert pulled away from her lips. Violet panted heavily, her eyes filled with frustration as if to ask why he had stopped.  

“Breathe.”  

“Haa, haa.”  

“Through your nose.”  

Robert playfully pinched her nose. His curious young lady was simply eager to learn. That was why he had to stop.  

“More, more, mm? Do it again.”  

Her lower body seemed to twitch uncontrollably, just as it had the last time. She looked ready to climb onto his lap, whining and wriggling as if desperate to rub against him. Her honest movements were so endearing that Robert’s eyes curved into a smile.  

“Is your little flower that itchy?”  

He poked the dimple on her flushed cheek as he teased her. Her elastic skin quickly bounced back. Up close, her complexion was flawless, like a baby’s bottom.  

“This is all your fault, Robert.”  

Her voice was filled with frustration. She couldn’t bear the torment, yet he kept teasing and provoking her.  

“Did you forget? You’re my servant.”  

“Indeed, I am.”  

“You swore to do anything I asked.”  

Her teary eyes, like those of a child deprived of a toy, seemed ready to burst into tears. 

Should I swallow her whole in one bite?  

“Shall I teach you?”  

“Teach me what?”  

“How to feel pleasure with your little flower.”