3.4

After they disappeared from view, Professor Larson looked up at the sky and cursed.

“Damn.”

What good did he expect to see by coming here?

A path without flowers after spring. The Delphinel he had hoped for came with a huge burden.

A commoner with eyes that showed no intelligence. His clothes looked shabby as if he came from a rough workplace.

‘How could someone like that marry a professor from a noble background?’

They couldn’t possibly be a normal couple.

They didn’t even seem to love each other.

The only thing that bothered him was…

‘Why were they rubbing their hands like that?’

It’s not strange for newlyweds to hold hands in public.

But when they alternately touched each other’s hands, their expressions were incredibly…

‘…I feel like I saw something I shouldn’t have.’

* * *

The two returned to the dormitory holding hands. Only after the door closed did their hands finally regain freedom.

While Red went to change clothes, Delphinel hurried to the bathroom.

‘Look at the sweat on my hands. We held them tightly enough to get soaked.’

But instead of smelling sweat, her hands smelled of soap. It wasn’t the soap Delphinel used.

‘Did Red wash his hands on his way home?’

His hair was unusually disheveled on the way home, so she wondered if he had some urgent work to finish. He always seemed to maintain cleanliness.

Thinking about it, he was truly a flawless roommate.

The balcony, which had nowhere to place things, was always tidy, and the hallway was cleaned regularly. She had never seen bread crumbs left after meals. If Red ever nagged her to ‘live cleanly,’ Delphinel would quietly accept the scolding.

‘Red is really hardworking… Professor Larson must have completely underestimated Red today, right?’

He looked him up and down, showing disdain from his clothes.

‘But there’s no place to change clothes at the forge! And rugged blacksmiths would go bankrupt if they bought new clothes every time they tore them! Don’t judge people by appearances, you insufferable Professor Larson!’

Her stomach churned with anger again.

Even without his shabby clothes, Red was a decent man.

His blonde hair was bright, and when his slightly dark skin blushed, he looked as cute as freshly baked bread. His blue eyes contrasted with his skin color, sparkling like exotic jewels.

‘Most importantly, when undressed, his firm chest pressing against mine… No, no, no!’

Delphinel quickly covered the image of a bare body in her mind with a formal suit. She planned to take her husband to the school anniversary event. If she dressed him well, he wouldn’t be looked down upon by the arrogant professors there. She could make Professor Larson’s nose flat.

While enjoying these pleasant thoughts and undressing for a shower, she noticed something.

‘…….’

Something was smeared inside her underwear.

That sticky silver was slightly different from usual…

‘…That’s it. The thing that comes out when you feel it…’

It was really, really little compared to when Red touched her chest, but just holding hands had caused such a reaction, which was quite shocking.

When their finger joints intertwined roughly, and their palms stuck together, and they touched each other’s hands and insides, every moment felt peculiar…

‘Have I really become a pervert?’

Delphinel hurriedly washed herself and returned to her room, starting to rummage through erotic books. In her confusion, she was looking for any hint.

‘I’ve heard the most common erogenous zones are the chest and g*nitals, and maybe ticklish areas, but finger joints are really not one of them!’

However, skimming through the books didn’t reveal any helpful content.

『Not Any Deeper, Young Master!』

The damned Young Master was still overly interested in the inside of the maid’s skirt.

『The Only Thing the Private Tutor Can Teach』

The rogue Edward was still only sucking and licking the chest.

Next were books she hadn’t read yet.

『The Blessing That Descends Only at Night for the Priestess』

Delphinel opened the middle of the book.

[It was a time she should not be outside the temple. The cold night air had the Priestess on edge. But from now on, it wouldn’t be something as harmless as cold air that would torment her.

By day, a Holy Knight. But at night, a man whose connection to the word “holy” grew distant tightened the Priestess’ blindfold and spoke.

“Does your heart race at the thought of spending another night in your truest form, Priestess?”

“…Y-yes.”

“You’ve become quite honest. Then let’s get on the platform.”

The Holy Knight skillfully guided the Priestess. His leather glove gently adhered to the Priestess’s palm. Even in the middle of the night, he was dressed in his Holy Knight uniform to come to the temple.

Unlike her, who couldn’t wear anything except the blindfold.

“Priestess, please sit. Right in the very spot where you grant your blessings by day… Oh dear. Did you pleasure yourself just before coming? It feels wet between your legs.”

“No…”

“Then did you get wet just thinking about coming here?”

“W-wait a moment!”

The Holy Knight’s fingers dug between the Priest’s legs. The wet hole accepted his fingers without resistance.

“Ha… Who would know the Priestesss is so open? To get soaked just imagining showing your body.”

“Ugh, no, it’s not like that!”

“Really? Oh, then did you get wet waiting for my c*ck?”

“Stop, take it, out, please… Ah!”

“Getting wet outdoors is impressive, Priestess. How hungry must you be.”]

Delphinel roughly closed the book.

‘I saw nothing!’

She considered throwing the book away, but after a moment’s thought, she quietly put it down beside her. Even if it was a cheap erotic novel, a book was still a book, and she shouldn’t treat it carelessly. Absolutely.

…Not that she wanted to see the next scene.

And the next book.

『There is a Horse in the Countess’s Stable That Only One Person Can Ride』

[The madam lifted her skirt. Beyond the layers of fine lace, Thompson’s bite marks faintly showed on her thigh.

She had come to the stable without wearing underwear.

The stableman Thompson turned his flushed face away.

“Madam, what is this…?”

“It’s you who’s having indecent thoughts. Look closely, your clumsy nibbling left a scar. Thanks to you, it’s bothersome and I can’t wear underwear.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! How dare I… Please punish me!”

Thompson lay flat on the ground. Whether Madam was truly struggling or just pretending was not important. If she said she was having trouble walking, he would carry her as much as needed, and if she demanded his neck as a penalty, he would accept that too.

For a mere stableman, being entangled with a noble was already a stroke of luck. He was ready to accept any downhill path in life that followed.

However, the Countess, observing Thompson’s imposing figure that didn’t seem small even when lying flat, licked her lips.

“Of course, I will punish you now.”

Thompson gritted his teeth. The Countess’s eccentric temperament was widely known. It was said she ordered that all meals prepared by a maid who couldn’t season the food properly should be seasoned only with tears, and she had sent a servant who accidentally stepped on her hem out of town wearing only a corset…

So, daring to leave bite mark bruises on that white and beautiful body, he might lose a tooth or two.

But the punishment came from an unexpected place.

“My shoes.”

“Pardon?”

“My shoes got ruined coming to find you. Do you see?”

Sitting on the stable’s only chair, she tapped her shoe. As she said, the purple velvet shoes were a mess with dirt. The stain had spread to her white silk stockings.

“I-I see!”

“If you weren’t a stableman, I wouldn’t have dirtied my shoes coming to find you.”

“That is… true.”

“Take off my shoes and stockings, and clean my feet.”

“Wha-what?”

“Why are you so surprised? Oh, would you rather hold a horse’s hoof than your master’s unsightly feet?”

“N-no, not at all!”

On his knees, Thompson grabbed the shoes with trembling hands. Undressing would have been less burdensome. But he couldn’t stop, and soon, after light resistance, her white feet wrapped in long silk stockings were revealed.

Feet as lovely and small as sugar cookies.

Surely, she had never stepped on ground rougher than the garden.

Thompson tried to forget the strange feeling bubbling up by roughly pulling off the stockings.

…but that moment only stimulated Thompson further.

The soft silk peeled away, tracing her leg’s shape anew. The soft thighs where he had buried his head, the calves that embraced his back, the slender ankles, the whimsical heels and toes that sometimes kicked chairs…

And finally, her bare legs were revealed.

Thompson tried not to look up, but it was futile. Her white, lovely feet playfully wiggled before his eyes, and Thompson eventually clenched his teeth, realizing his body’s change.

The madam giggled.

“Thompson. Why? Did something difficult happen?”

“That is…”

“Are you excited?”

“…Yes.”

“Ha, Thompson. You’re truly a pervert. How can you be excited just by touching your master’s feet?”

Though the Countess’s breath was also getting slightly rough, Thompson didn’t notice the change because of his own breathing. His heart raced like a horse before a race. If only she would give the command, he could rush to her at any moment.

The Countess elegantly raised one hand.

“Next time, will you be excited just by a touch?”

To Thompson, those words sounded like a command to ‘be even more excited.’]