Side Story 3

Scratch—scratch—  

Robert finished the last signature on the documents he needed to review today.  

Tap—  

The sound of placing the quill back in its holder rang softly.  

Robert’s violet eyes glanced at the clock.  

An hour and a half had already passed. Darkness had settled outside the window.  

Though he finished his work, Robert didn’t get up. Instead, he turned his gaze to the office door, as if waiting for someone.  

Knock-knock—  

Right then, the sound of knocking came.  

“Robert, it’s me.”  

The visitor was his wife, Celiana.  

“Come in.”  

A short voice of permission. The door clicked open and the face he had been waiting for appeared.  

“Robert, are you done with your work?”  

“I just finished. Celiana, come here.”  

Robert’s gaze dropped briefly to his own knee, then back to Celiana.  

The meaning was clear.  

He was ordering her to sit on his lap immediately.  

Gulp.  

Celiana, holding the teacup, slowly walked forward.  

Step—step—  

She stood before Robert. First, she needed to set down the teacup in her hand.  

Just as Celiana was about to place the cup on the desk beside her—  

Smack—  

A large hand suddenly stopped her. Robert’s voice fell cold.  

“Did I say you could put it down without my permission?”  

“…I-I’m sorry.”  

Celiana’s tone shifted instantly, trembling faintly.  

He was right. She shouldn’t move without her master’s permission.  

What was she thinking?  

Still holding the teacup, she sat on Robert’s lap.  

She was tense, but for a different reason than before. Previously, it was because she wanted to avoid intimacy with Robert.  

Now—  

“Celiana.”  

His pleasant low voice settled between them, but it was as firm as ever.  

It was the voice Robert used nightly to admonish and command Celiana.  

“Yes, yes?”  

Before she knew it, Robert’s hand had slipped under her skirt, as if it was only natural.  

His hand climbed up her inner thigh, touching the thin fabric of her underwear. As if it was an unnecessary obstacle, he pushed it aside, immediately seeking out her delicate skin.  

Squish—  

“Hng!”  

Robert’s hand thoroughly explored Celiana’s already wet intimate area, as if it belonged to him.  

He tapped her sensitive spot between the parted flesh, then quickly stimulated from front to back.  

“Hng, mm.”  

A nasal sound escaped between Celiana’s closed lips. She had managed to restrain herself during the day, but now, keeping silent was nearly impossible.  

The stimulation was stronger than what she felt through the magical device earlier. Nothing compared to direct touch.  

Moreover, the heat that hadn’t been released earlier was flaring up again.  

Her thighs squeezed involuntarily. Her hips twitched without her realizing. Her lower opening leaked fluid, wetting his hand.  

Robert held Celiana’s waist firmly with one hand, while the other explored her intimate flesh.  

Squelch—squelch—  

The lewd, sticky sounds were expl*cit. Her swollen sensitive spot was pressed and pinched, stimulated intensely.  

“Mm!”  

Celiana’s body trembled. But the problem was, she was still holding the teacup.  

Her hand, filled with untouched tea, shook. The tea inside the cup swayed, threatening to spill over.  

Robert’s gaze hardened as he watched.  

“You know what happens if you ruin the tea you brought for your master, don’t you?”  

“I’ll be…careful, hng…”  

Celiana tried to hold onto the teacup with one hand, even as she gasped for breath, as if obeying an absolute command.  

Yet, part of her wanted to just drop the cup. She enjoyed his torment, but punishment was also a pleasure for her.  

Yes, that would be best. She should let the cup fall after a bit.  

Celiana thought so when—  

“You say you’ll be careful…but I don’t believe it.”  

“Hm? Then what…”  

Instead of answering, Robert withdrew his hand from under her skirt.  

Huh?  

It was sudden. She felt empty below. But what was more surprising was that her hand was empty too.  

The teacup was now in Robert’s hand—the same hand that had been tormenting her.  

This was completely unexpected for Celiana. Why…did he take the cup?  

Without it, she couldn’t enjoy anything.  

Confusion spread across her face.  

Seeing her reaction, Robert smiled faintly and elegantly took a sip of tea, as if this were a tea room, moving with perfect grace.  

The tea on his lips was much cooler than before, just a bit warmer than body temperature.  

‘Yes, this is enough.’  

A slight smile played on his lips. As Celiana’s expression shifted to anxious uncertainty—  

Splash—  

“Hng, R-Robert?”  

It happened in an instant. Tea was poured onto Celiana’s chest, leaving no time to react.  

It wasn’t hot enough to burn, but it was plenty warm, like hot wax dripped onto her skin.  

Yes, that was what mattered.  

‘What…what is this.’  

Thump, thump.  

Celiana’s heart pounded wildly.  

Feeling the tingling sensation on her skin, her lower abdomen tightened.  

Her body was heating up even more than before. Both knew it wasn’t just the warmth of the tea.  

Tap—  

Robert stretched his arm and set the teacup on the desk, his voice tinged with annoyance.  

“See, you spilled it carelessly.”  

Robert blamed Celiana for what he himself had done.  

“How am I supposed to trust you?”  

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”  

Celiana apologized reflexively, her face pale, as if she were a guilty maid who had committed an unforgivable mistake.  

But inside, it was the opposite.  

‘What is this…It feels so, so good.’  

Celiana rejoiced inwardly. It was an unexpected scenario, but that made it even more thrilling.  

‘Robert really is the best.’  

Celiana’s lips trembled as she awaited Robert’s treatment. She was now the pathetic maid who had spilled all the tea.  

That was her role.  

“Apologizing isn’t enough. You need to serve again, somehow.”  

Robert showed no mercy. He clearly had no intention of forgiving Celiana for her mistake.  

But there was no way to carry out his command. The tea was already spilled. Robert wouldn’t allow her to leave and bring more.  

Thump—  

“Then what should I do…”  

Rip—  

Celiana’s question was cut off. Robert grabbed her dress and tore it open in one motion.  

Rip—  

He pulled down her underwear as well, exposing her pale br*asts, now damp from the tea.  

“Look, here. Tea.”  

Here? Surely not…  

No further explanation was given. Robert’s lips pressed firmly to her br*ast, as if to taste the tea sprinkled there.  

He licked up the droplets of tea pooled on her skin. Each time the heat-swollen skin was stimulated, Celiana let out soft moans between her lips.  

Every moment the subtle pain spread through her body, her mind grew hazy.  

“Mm, it’s…hot…!”  

Each touch of his hot tongue raised her body’s temperature. It felt like her br*asts would swell up completely.  

Lick—  

“A useless maid makes her master suffer.”  

Tch, he clicked his tongue briefly. Robert seemed genuinely regretful about the spilled tea.  

He licked her br*ast so thoroughly there seemed to be nothing left. After several more passes, his tongue sought out her er*ect n*pple.  

He pressed down on the stiff ar*ola with his tongue, then filled his mouth and sucked deeply.

“Hng, mmph!”  

A moan escaped from Celiana’s lips.  

Robert did not stop sucking her br*ast, as if tea might actually come out.  

He sucked so hard that the tip of her br*ast began to ache, striking Celiana with sensations between pleasure and pain.  

For a while, the office sounded like a nursing room, filled only with the sounds of sucking. At this rate, it wouldn’t be strange if milk really came out.  

After tasting her n*pple so thoroughly that it became swollen, Robert pulled away with a short comment.  

“The aroma is nice.”  

His voice was as calm as if he were judging tea.  

Meanwhile, Celiana’s face was flushed. After what she had just experienced, it was only natural.  

She tried to steady her breathing, but her heated body craved even more stimulation. Her wet opening throbbed uncontrollably.  

Did he somehow sense her desire? Robert’s hand slipped back under Celiana’s skirt before she knew it.  

Her intimate area, even wetter from being sucked, made a sticky sound with the slightest movement of Robert’s hand.  

Her body grew hot again. Each time his finger entered and stimulated the sensitive spot deep within, Celiana trembled. Now, she no longer had to worry about the teacup.  

“So incompetent. You don’t even realize how precious it is, just letting it spill everywhere. What am I supposed to do with you?”  

It was unclear whether he meant the tea or something else.  

But Celiana didn’t ask. In fact, she couldn’t. She was barely able to endure the pleasure, clutching his body tightly.