Instead of touching directly as before, he lightly traced around the area with a gentle touch and continued speaking.

“Hm? Ask me to touch your cl*t too.”

At his words clinging to her ear like a whisper, Shasha tightly closed her eyes. Despite urging her, the man’s hand soon stopped lingering teasingly around. And then it moved to the reddened protruding nub. When the er*ect thing caught on his fingertip, it was he who moaned in apparent overwhelm.

“It’s standing up so much like a c*ck. Can you feel it?”

Soon her cl*toris was being rubbed mercilessly, and then his entire rigid finger rapidly shook her lower region. Though the nerve-concentrated area had already emerged from its hood, he acted in further exposure. The bundled flesh was rolled slickly, lubricated by her love juices.

“Ah…… Aah…!”

When her sensitive spot was rubbed while simultaneously being penetrated, her stiffened body trembled finely. Despite her violent convulsions, the man showed no intention of stopping. Her legs spread wide, and the speed of his thrusting increased.

His gl*ns touched the deep entrance inside her p*ssy in a kissing motion. As it leaked prec*m and made sucking sounds against her, saliva dripped from Shasha’s mouth, which had somehow opened. The man’s tongue licked her chin and swallowed it all. Her nails scratched Edgar’s hand, which continued to shake her cl*toris, as the sensation rose again.

“Aah! I’m going to come, ah, it feels like it’s coming out again……ah…!”

Shasha sobbed, not even knowing what she was saying amid the overwhelming sensations.

“Haah, I told you not to hold back……”

Kuh, the man, who bit his lip so hard his jawbone protruded, withdrew the hand that had been grinding her cl*t and firmly grabbed her pelvis with both hands. His merciless f*cking continued, thrusting upward with such force that it made thudding sounds. The tip of his c*ck pounded her inside in a piercing motion toward her cervix.

“Haak…!”

The love juices that had already spurted once burst forth again without difficulty.

When his c*ck hit her spot and quickly withdrew, the fountain poured directly onto the sheets. Since her legs were spread, it spurted upward several times as well.

The man pressed his c*ck against it, then without giving her a moment to rest, pushed back into her twitching hole. Shasha’s body shook helplessly under the relentless, almost brutal pleasure.

“Young Master, Edgar…… stop…… mmm…!”

“Yes. Just a little more.”

Shasha tightly closed her eyes at his cruelly easy response.

‘I hope I don’t die from too much pleasure or something like that……’

The heated moans continued until late afternoon.

Once again, it was her master who washed Shasha’s exhausted body. From the moment he washed her hair, his touch seemed to reveal other intentions, and in her weakened state, there was no way to avoid the sticky massage that followed, but it was nonetheless quite attentive care.

“I didn’t want to push you too hard……”

She no longer believed those earnest eyes. On the bed with its changed owner. Though worry permeated the hands massaging her waist, fully trusting his innocence was beyond the current Shasha’s consideration.

She firmly rejected the second potion offered early on.

Having thoroughly enjoyed himself, now belatedly acting like an affectionate lover after s*x felt burdensome, making her feel somewhat cowardly…… but she gradually became concerned about the situation outside.

‘I hope the sounds didn’t leak out?’

Although Edgar used an entire floor by himself, and the mansion was well-soundproofed in many ways, it was still foolish not to have even thought about restraining her voice.

Moreover, unlike other nobles, serving a young master who often did unusual things involved many variables, and she had even tried sleeping during the day and staying awake at night to match her owner’s reversed lifestyle pattern…… but even so, she had never missed the regular roll calls.

In the early afternoon, since several colleagues knew she had gone to serve the young master who had woken up late, the probability that they had casually overlooked her absence was higher…… but given the reason for missing the afternoon report, her guilty conscience made her feel chilled.

‘I’ve really gone crazy.’

By this point, she felt as if she’d been bewitched by a fox wearing a puppy’s disguise. Though she quickly stopped blaming Edgar for her own negligence, the thought that his seduction had been terrible remained valid.

Moreover, she greatly reproached herself for how easily her rather firm resolve had crumbled before she even opened his door.

“I should go now.”

As she rose, pretending the throbbing pain in her waist was nothing, a gloomy gaze met hers. The blue eyes looking up at her from behind his glasses silently urged her to stay longer, but this time she cleanly ignored it.

It was embarrassing to make such a decision only after having slept with him twice. ……She still couldn’t figure out what he wanted to do with her. And furthermore, she thought that even if he continued not to know, she should.

‘No matter how kind the master and mistress are…… they’re still high nobles.’

Though they normally didn’t demand aristocratic etiquette and almost let their son run wild, she became increasingly convinced that they wouldn’t look kindly on this kind of misconduct.

Perhaps the answer was already determined. That there was no need to press the childlike man with realistic situations and demand answers from him.

After that, Shasha deliberately avoided Edgar. Though it couldn’t be perfect due to her range of activities and duties, if it was physically difficult, then at least psychologically.

For instance, like this.

“Shasha. ……Have you eaten?”

She pretended not to see his obvious desire to eat together.

“Yes. I already ate.”

She expressed distance with stiffer language than usual. As expected, his eyes wavered greatly when she acted businesslike. For a moment, she seemed to hear the man’s request not to avoid him, but she deliberately shook that off too.

“Mmm…… I see.”

His eyes, lowered as if to hide his reddened gaze, looked at his clasped hands. Though she knew from memory of his body embracing hers that he was quite large, his appearance now looked infinitely small, stirring her heart.

At such times, she chose not to look at him and consciously reminded herself that her position wasn’t good enough to play around with him carelessly without considering the consequences. Just because they hadn’t been caught twice didn’t mean they wouldn’t be the third or fourth time. If discovered, not only would Edgar’s reputation suffer, but she would immediately lose her livelihood.

Looking at it long-term, the “fairly good match” that her parents desperately wanted would also be out of reach.

“……In case you’ve forgotten, I should mention that today is the day the lady asked that you definitely attend the afternoon formal dinner. If you’re hungry, perhaps just a light snack would be……”

“It’s fine.”

Tuk, Edgar, rarely interrupting her, smiled bitterly. He followed with thanks for her concern. And also that he wasn’t really that hungry.

Shasha couldn’t speak for a while, feeling somehow constricted around her throat.

It was Shasha who couldn’t endure the brief silence.

‘……This is the right thing to do.’

“……Then, please call if you need anything.”

Her calm steps became quite hurried as she approached the door. Not slamming the door shut required great restraint. She pressed down her needlessly racing heart and composed her expression.

Even as she walked away, she pushed aside the man’s face that kept coming to mind and focused on other thoughts.

The mistress’s request, a family meal together, one invited guest.

The entire household had been excited for days about her shy invitation of a guest, despite her somewhat blunt side.

Drawing from the book’s content, today was the day the male protagonist would be introduced to the female protagonist’s family. After the part where they joined forces to defeat the villain, there were many romantic elements, and this was a particularly popular episode, as she recalled.

The prince, frustrated at being caught in his own trap, would be plotting another vicious scheme, but she knew the protagonists would overcome it without much difficulty. Therefore, she had long since lost interest in the main content of the novel.

The original story had passed its midpoint. Later, when the duke and duchess retired from the front lines and moved to their territory in the south, the female protagonist would become the duchess. It wouldn’t arrive as quickly as turning a few pages, but the predetermined future would be right before her eyes in a moment of carelessness. And then…….

When that story she already knew ended. Would Shasha still be in this mansion, in a peaceful corner of the world?

Suddenly, her thoughts turned to the wedding that the female protagonist would have when she became duchess. That is, Edgar’s wedding.

Since the world was faithfully following the original story’s flow without any noticeable twists, it was obvious that the female protagonist’s joy, described in just one line, would also be the same.

……A lovely young lady who suited the young master. Was it her close associate, or was it the male protagonist? Who said it was now so trivial that she couldn’t remember, and that line followed at the end of her thoughts.

The amusing thought occurred to her that the bride in a snow-white veil beside Edgar would at least not have dull brown hair. Would blonde, or the pink color commonly seen in such novels, be suitable? A somewhat bitter smile inevitably hung on her lips as she gauged this.

Pretending not to know that too, her calm mouth opened.

“Tomato soup……”