Chapter 2.3

Robert positioned Violet so she was leaning against the headboard of the bed. He guided her knees to bend and spread outward. Her wide eyes, filled with curiosity, sparkled with a peculiar sense of anticipation.  

“Which hand do you prefer? Your right hand? Your left hand? Choose one.”  

“What are you going to do?”  

“Well, the right hand is probably better since it’s used more often.”  

Robert lifted Violet’s pale hand and began sucking each slender finger. Though her little flower was likely already wet, he wanted to coat her fingers with his saliva.  

“Place your hand here.”  

He directed her dampened fingers beneath her undergarments, sliding them along the moist slit.  

“Can you feel it?”  

“Ahh.”  

“Now, gently move your fingers up and down.”  

“L-Like this?”  

“How does that feel?”  

“Ugh, sticky.”  

“You’ve already soaked yourself, haven’t you?”  

With her hand on her lower region, Violet obediently followed Robert’s instructions. Her soft moans, furrowed brows, and tightly pressed lips were incredibly sensual. Robert gently rubbed her pale arm with his thumb, marveling at how smooth her skin felt today.  

“Just below the little mound, there’s a small protrusion, isn’t there?”  

“Mm, yes.”  

“Rub that spot in circles. You can also pinch it.”  

Her dress rustled with every movement of her hand. Violet, her neck flushed red, panted heavily.  

“Your little flower seems to be feeling very good.”  

“Ahh, mm, ahh.”  

“Of course it does. That spot exists solely for pleasure.”  

Saliva dripped from her parted lips as she moaned. Robert quickly licked it up and sucked on her lips. Violet, overwhelmed, couldn’t respond to the kiss, focusing instead on the sensations below. Her hand moved more vigorously, her moans growing louder.  

As she sought greater stimulation, she pressed her knees together and worked her hand more diligently. Her trembling fingers felt the contractions of her inner walls, which repeatedly tightened and released, oozing wetness.  

Exploring further, she found a small opening at her fingertips. That must be it—the place where a man’s member would enter.  

Summoning her courage, Violet inserted the tip of her finger into the opening, pushing it in and out. However, her short finger couldn’t reach very far.  

Frustrated by the lack of the intense sensations described in the book, Violet returned to rubbing her sensitive spot more vigorously. Immediate and intense pleasure surged through her, engulfing her entire body.  

For the first time, she experienced a primal sensation—an instinctive response, not of the mind but of the body. Her lower half quivered as she felt an overwhelming urge to release something from her little flower. Pressing down on her swollen nub, she rubbed the surrounding area rapidly.  

“Ahh, ahhh, ahhh!”  

The friction made her lower region burn as if it were on fire. The slick sounds of her arousal filled the room. Her juices soaked through her dress and began to stain the bed sheets.  

Just as her body and mind melted into the throes of pleasure, Robert’s lips moved to her neck. He licked the tender spot where her pulse throbbed, then bit her earlobe hard. His hot breath in her ear made her entire body flush. Violet closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations below.  

Her mound, drenched in wetness, rubbed against her palm. Her petals, soaked in nectar, felt soft and pliable. Even her perineum and rear entrance were slick with moisture. Violet quickened her movements, feeling as though her little flower was aflame.  

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!”  

Not long after, Violet let out a scream that seemed to tear through her lungs and collapsed onto Robert’s chest. Her breathing was erratic, causing her large chest to heave dramatically.

“You did very well.”

A sweet laugh from Robert came from above her head. His large hand gently stroked her back, which was rising and falling rapidly.

“You learn quickly, my lady.”

Robert praised her in a slow, deliberate tone. It was the kind of praise that had the power to make one’s heart flutter. Violet had been the one to reach the peak, yet somehow, he seemed to be the one who was satisfied. His meticulous touch smoothed out her disheveled hair.

Violet could not even think of removing her hand from her lower body as she continued to feel the lingering waves of her org*sm. The first climax she had ever experienced was intense. It felt as if her brain cells had been bleached, leaving her unable to think. She was in a daze, as if she had swallowed some strange drug.

Her body felt parched, as though all the moisture had drained away. Her lower abdomen, now dry and taut, trembled slightly. And yet, she felt good. She wanted to feel it again.

Robert pulled Violet’s hand out and deeply inhaled its scent. Her fluids glistened on the bridge of his nose. The face that was always smiling turned serious. It was an expression rarely seen. As if it wasn’t dirty, he gazed at the scent of her intimate area with eyes that seemed ready to devour it. His face, as he spoke in a low voice, was filled with ecstasy.

“The scent of your intimate area.”

Then, he extended his red tongue and slowly tasted it, as though sampling a rare delicacy. His pointed tongue meticulously licked every crease and even the spaces under her fingernails. It seemed as though he wanted to consume every last drop without leaving anything behind.

“It’s delicious.”

Slurp. His lascivious tongue tirelessly licked her fingers.

“Truly delicious.”

* * *

Ever since Robert taught Violet how to pleasure herself, she had been consumed by the act every day. As soon as he finished extracting her br*ast milk and left the room, she would immediately bring her hand to her intimate area, recalling what had happened before, and feverishly indulge in self-pleasure.

She found herself curious about the chest muscles and b*ttocks hidden beneath his butler’s uniform. She was also curious about the manhood that stirred between his legs. How long was it, how thick, how hard? She wanted to insert it and feel it scratch deep inside her. 

Had I been consumed by lustful demons? 

Violet would ceaselessly release fluids from her intimate area until her cl*toris swelled and stung before she could finally stop. She was addicted.

However, despite the time she spent touching herself, she wasn’t satisfied. She wanted to experience what was described in books—to have a man’s organ inside her. More precisely, she wanted Robert’s manhood. But he never touched Violet’s lower body. He only obsessively sucked on her br*asts.

As usual, Robert meticulously wiped Violet’s chest and abdomen after extracting her br*ast milk. Despite his thoroughness, something felt incomplete. Violet, plagued by frustration, yearned for stronger stimulation. Whether Robert was aware of her feelings or not, he prepared to leave the room with his usual composed demeanor. Not wanting to let him go, Violet hastily called out.

“Wait a moment.”

“Do you need something, my lady?”  

Robert turned around and approached her with long strides.

“Show me.”  

Robert’s gaze deepened, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind her words. If he wouldn’t give it to her, she at least wanted to see it—the firm body and the hidden secrets beneath his butler’s uniform.

“Robert, your manhood.”

“My, my. You’ve learned some naughty words.”  

Robert shook his head and laughed, amused by how bold her words had become.

“You’ve seen my chest as much as you wanted. It’s only fair that I get to see yours, don’t you think?”  

Violet felt a sense of triumph at her seemingly reasonable argument.

“I’ve never seen your intimate area, yet you’re asking to see mine?”  

“Well, if you want, I could show you. But first, Robert, you’re my servant, aren’t you? So, I’d like you to cooperate with me.”  

Violet tugged at her dress slightly, revealing her calves, as if she might lift it further. Her long, pale legs were so delicate that even a slight squeeze would leave red marks.

“First, come closer.”  

Drawn by her whispered command, Robert closed the distance between them. Since Violet was sitting on the bed, his abdomen was right in front of her. A slight downward glance led directly to his most private area.

Violet unbuttoned Robert’s vest, which was neatly fastened beneath his outer coat. The abdominal muscles she brushed against with her fingers were firm. As she undid his inner shirt, his chiseled muscles came into full view.

His well-defined abs, balanced and prominent, filled her vision. His sturdy chest muscles, faintly brown areolas, and n*pples, along with the elegant lines of his collarbones and neck, looked as though they had been sculpted by a master artist. Despite his refined facial features, his body exuded the grace of a wild beast.

Her hands, which had been exploring his sculpted upper body, quickly moved to his waistband. As Violet hurriedly unfastened his belt, she froze. His manhood was already fully er*ect. When she pulled down his trousers, his underwear stretched taut over the silhouette of his organ, faintly revealing the flesh beneath.

When she finally pulled down his underwear, his enormous manhood sprang free with vigor, as if a coiled creature had been released to display its full form. Violet’s eyes widened to their limits at the sight.

…This, this is too big!  

She was so shocked that her body stiffened. It was far larger than she had expected.