“I never cared how the King treated your br*ast, but… I’ll be careful,” Layla said as he buried his face in her br*ast, breathing in the soft scent of her skin. The hand that had groped her roughly now carefully untied the strings at the back of her dress, as if the previous aggression had never happened. Malyn chuckled softly.

“When did you get so good at it…?”

“How many days have I spent dressing you…?”

Layla, who had been so lustful moments before, now replied with a flushed face. Still, he didn’t forget to kiss her n*pple. Malyn also deftly slid her shoulder and arm out of her dress. Layla’s nose brushed against her exposed belly as he pushed the dress away. He savoured the scent of the maid who had replaced him.

Layla’s shallow breaths brushed against Malyn’s soft stomach, her lower back, her thighs and the creases of her groin. Each time the breath touched her, Malyn flinched. It wasn’t the first time a man who desired her had touched and explored her intimately, but for some reason she felt strangely unsettled.

Layla slowly ran her hand over Malyn’s mound. The rustling and tickling sensation made her turn at the waist. Deeply breathing in the sweet yet musky scent, Layla kissed the tender area above her mound.

“Every day I imagined ravishing you with a desire far more crude and vulgar than that king ever could.”

“How vulgar do you want to get with a lowly woman like me?”

Malyn asked pointedly. In response, Layla bared her teeth and lightly bit the inside of her right thigh. Malyn shuddered violently, her legs instinctively spreading wide as Layla, watching with hazy eyes, slowly replied.

“For me, you are the most precious and beautiful woman right now.”

“Ah.”

With that, Layla buried his face in her p*ssy. Malyn closed her eyes, gripped Layla’s hair with her fingertips and let out a moan.

From the beginning, you were the one who seemed the most precious, magnificent, and wonderful to me.

I wanted to ruin it so badly that I didn’t know how to stop myself.

But she didn’t say the words out loud. The sight of Layla, a nobleman now aroused and hungrily licking the lowly maid’s v*gina, was proof enough that he was already ruined.

The head maid probably didn’t know Layla was a man. When Malyn asked, “Do you know how to deal with a woman?” Layla replied in a low voice, brushing her damp nose against the her thigh.

“Funnily enough, it was the head maid who taught me how to please the man who would be my husband in bed.”

The absurdity of Layla’s words made Malyn lean back and laugh. Unbelievable! Teaching a man the arts of a woman’s bedroom skills! Layla began to repeat quietly what he had learned from the head maid.

Malyn found Layla’s words so amusing that she sat back laughing. Imagine that – teaching a man the techniques of a woman in bed! Layla, meanwhile, repeated in a low voice what she had learned from the head maid.

“She told me that no matter what the situation, if you touch this spot, it will get wet.”

The maid had told her to touch herself there to feel pleasure before approaching the king, explaining that being wet would make it more pleasurable for a man.

With that, Layla began to rub Malyn’s cl*t with his fingertip. As Malyn’s sighs became more and more moist with excitement, Layla, clearly encouraged, continued to tease her. Layla’s technique was still rough though, so Malyn gently guided him, saying: Lick here and touch gently. Yes, rubbing is good too. You can use your teeth a bit, but don’t bite too hard. That’s right. Lick… and instead of putting your tongue in, suck gently. Just like that…

“But getting you wet is far more rewarding for me…”

Layla proved to be an excellent student, diligently concentrating on Malyn’s pleasure until she pushed him away with a shake of her head. Breathless moans echoed across the bed, and outside the locked door no one disturbed them.

Flowers seemed to bloom in her mind. Malyn reached out and began to undress Layla, being careful not to undo every tie in case someone came in. When the multiple layers finally revealed his slender yet firm torso, she found herself biting her lip.

“You really are…”

“…ugly, aren’t I?”

Layla turned away in embarrassment, covering part of his face with a hand. Malyn shook her head.

“No, it’s just… you really are a man.”

When they had left Dion, Malyn had noticed Layla’s tall, broad-shouldered frame. It was even more obvious in Veldam, where his chest seemed wider – enough for Malyn to remark on it, asking if he had gained weight. She had even jokingly compared him to the maiden Tristan who stole the moon.

Perhaps that’s why Layla had found his body even more hunched after arriving in Veldam. Fortunately, the people of Veldam tended to be taller than those of Dion, and even the lazy Nadia had a much sturdier build than Layla, so he didn’t stand out too much.

But still…

Malyn reached out and felt the firm skin under Layla’s jaw, tracing the broad collarbones and the solid body beneath. Layla flinched slightly at each place her fingertips touched. Malyn eyes darted down to where his hard p*nis was.

“Good thing you’ve got the support to back it up.”

Only then did Malyn understand why Layla insisted on wearing that old-fashioned corset under his dress. The tips of Layla’s ears had turned pink. Malyn grabbed Layla’s arm and pulled him closer, pressing her lips firmly against his neck. Layla moaned and Malyn nipped at his ear, his rough jaw brushing against her cheek. His smooth jaw felt very different to the king’s beard.

Enjoying the soft skin that seemed to cling to her fingertips, Malyn stroked Layla’s face again and again.

Layla was clumsy, but he eagerly followed Malyn’s lead, leaning into her as she guided him. He rubbed his nose and lips over the soft skin of her br*ast and sucked on her n*pples. When Layla’s dress was lifted, exposing his hard and huge p*nis, Malyn ran her hand over it, eliciting a low “ah!” from Layla.

With a gentle splash, a white liquid dripped onto Marly’s thigh. Layla’s face flushed with embarrassment, turning so red it was almost black. Marly laughed. It was a mistake that clumsy boys just entering puberty sometimes made. And those boys usually found a way to make up for it. Layla would too. Marly mashed the liquid with her hand. It had a salty, sticky smell, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all.

Layla moaned again as she smeared the wet, slippery liquid over her curling c*ck. ‘

“Ha…….”

The husky voice rang in Malyn’s ears, sending shivers up her spine. Listening to his gasping breaths, Malyn repeatedly ran her hand up and down. After only a few strokes, the er*ect c*ck turned rosy.

Layla shook her head when Malyn aligned his p*nis against her wet p*ssy.

“No, It can’t be…”

“Is it because of the king?”

“Have you ever, even once…”

Layla gasped, the meaning was clear. He was worried because Malyn had never felt the king’s p*nis on her v*gina before. Malyn spread her legs and gently squeezed Layla’s p*nis, causing Layla to moan again.

“Do you really think a maid who’s been through so much is still a virgin? What’s there to worry about?”

“But…”

“The king doesn’t need to know.”

Malyn whispered.

“When I’m drunk, I stick everything I can find into my hole…”

Layla’s body tensed as Malyn laughed softly.

“If I were still a virgin, it would probably be the scabbard hanging in King Veldam’s chambers that would take my virginity.”

Layla’s fingertips trembled and Malyn raised an eyebrow. She could tell he wanted to stop, but Malyn wasn’t about to let the clumsy man stop. What would she do with her own growing desire? So she ran her wet hand down Layla’s inner thigh once more.  Layla’s p*nis was even harder through his dress. Tightening her legs on either side, Malyn wrapped her toes around Layla’s waist and slowly pushed her p*ssy into his p*nis. Layla shuddered softly.

“Hurry…”

“But…”

“Aren’t you going to f*ck me?”