A hand that removed his slightly crooked glasses brushed against Edgar’s reddened ears.

His eyesight wasn’t particularly good, yet even without his glasses, his vision became clearer—this truly couldn’t be anything but a dream. However, it was the kind of dream he really didn’t want to wake from.

Edgar tightly shut his eyes as lips approached, zooming into his field of vision. Since this was a dream, he didn’t need to worry about being hated, right? His budding desire grew uncontrollably at the small, moist tongue tip tapping against his lips.

“……this is just a dream.”

Forgive me, Shasha.

She seemed to laugh at his low, whispering voice. As if she really would.

Was this a succubus’s prank? Soon, he was sucking on their messily entwined tongues like a thirsty man. Who cares anyway. His lower body moved on its own against the sweet moans.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes. Yes.”

Fearful of even a moment’s separation, he eagerly took her protruding tongue back into his mouth, and their wet lips locked together slickly.

A large hand that had crept under her full skirt pulled her soft b*ttocks, pressing her p*ssy against him. The excitement that ran through his entire body as their g*nitals touched through their clothes was enough to make him shiver.

“……Shasha. Shasha. It feels so good.”

He felt like he was about to lose his mind from the sinful pleasure that was proportional to his guilt. He wanted to touch bare skin. Both the clothes covering his body and those covering hers felt completely unnecessary.

That thought translated into action almost instinctively. His impatient, urgent hands rummaged through her clothes. In contrast, Shasha’s hands rested on his waistband with a relaxed expression. Edgar’s panting grew heavier at her teasing touch around that area.

“Please, Shasha. There. ……ugh.”

“Not allowed?”

Her plump lips glistened with his saliva. Her clothes were undone, with one br*ast exposed outside her lace underwear. The pale crimson n*pple disoriented his vision. The trembling fingertips that touched it found it standing er*ect with excitement, making him feel dizzy.

How could it not be allowed?

“……It is. It is, Shasha.”

The hands kneading her mound had neither composure nor skill. His firm fingers timidly brushed against her n*pple before beginning to gently rub it. Edgar’s mouth watered as he watched the er*tic bud becoming increasingly er*ect under his fingers while hearing moans bursting near his ear.

It seemed like sweet juice would flow if he sucked on it greedily. His tongue just touched the raised ar*ola. His mouth opened wide to bite the er*ect n*pple.

“Young Master.”

And with that sweet summit right before him, Edgar opened his eyes as if by a lie at the voice calling him. While facing a pair of purple eyes that somehow looked colder than usual.

The thin silk trousers revealed without filter what was swollen tightly underneath.

Instead of the sweet gaze he had seen in his dream—truly dreamlike—a stiff gaze fell upon it. Above all, what he really wanted to disappear from was the fact that even in that situation, his c*ck twitched on its own when it received her gaze. As mentioned earlier, the unnecessarily thin fabric couldn’t hide that expl*cit movement.

Finally, the prec*m that had been oozing out stained the front of his pants.

It took great restraint not to bite his tongue right then.

Edgar prepared the washing water as usual without saying anything, but recalling Shasha who had retreated with an uncharacteristically hurried, pattering step, he clutched his head. Would it have been better if his parents or siblings had caught him instead?

“Ugh……”

As shame and distress raised their heads, the dream that had seemed like a demon’s prank muddled his thoughts as he recalled her face.

If he hadn’t woken up, he would have fully tasted those n*pples that were like small berries. Stupid Edgar. Even though he should die of shame, he had already gripped his still-er*ect pillar with his own hand, not knowing any better.

The indecent imagination didn’t stop; rather, it grew increasingly vivid. Perhaps he might have done even more. Since it was a dream, they could have thrown off all unnecessary clothing and touched bare skin.

Are you going to m*sturbate even in this situation, not knowing any shame? Even as he scolded himself, remembering her gaze falling upon him, the c*ck in his hand throbbed like a heart. Edgar’s face turned bright red at the prec*m that had begun to form again.

Normally, he would have stopped out of worry about being hated by Shasha. However, as if under a succubus’s malicious curse, it wasn’t easy to stop.

He continued the dream in his own imagination. It was only natural that he couldn’t stop the act in the end.

In the dream that continued even after opening his eyes, Edgar spread her legs and buried his face between them. Of course, this was after thoroughly tasting her n*pples. Imagining parting the plump flesh that was as wet as his hand now, and sucking hard on the cl*toris that was as swollen with excitement as his own, he rapidly stroked his shaft. Squelch. Squish. Wet sounds filled the room.

“Ugh…… ugh. Shasha……”

As a rule, a servant is someone who must turn a blind eye to their master’s flaws, pretending not to see them.

Shasha, like a skilled maid, planned to treat Edgar as if she hadn’t seen the unsavory scene just now. In fact, this wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened……

Of course, it had never been this blatant before, but it was just a matter of degree. From the beginning, it was Shasha who found and disposed of the wet tissue bundles he tried to hide.

So…… by now, it should be okay to bring in the washing water.

For better or worse, her sensitive master would predictably sit there with reddened eyes, just watching her reactions. He was just like a child despite his large build. It was obvious how much he was tormenting himself inside without even looking. In times like these, nothing was better than pretending not to know.

Knock knock.

There was no response to the regular knocking sound. Had he fallen asleep again? Or perhaps he was washing up. After pondering for a moment, Shasha raised her hand again and knocked on the door more firmly.

“……”

When there was no answer even after the second knock, she carefully opened the door.

Soon, as Shasha had thought, his childlike, pure face came into view first. However, unlike what she expected, he wasn’t asleep.

The difference from usual was his deeply furrowed brow and the fact that his eyes were closed without wearing glasses.

As if in slow motion, when she finally realized that his face was quite flushed, her hearing, which had somehow felt muffled, suddenly became sensitive, absorbing the surrounding sounds.

Squish. Squelch. Squelch. A sticky sound like something wet being rubbed filled her ears.

“Ugh……”

Shasha learned then that when a person is excessively flustered, everything becomes dull.

Only after combining the bright red face that seemed deeply concentrated and the lewd sounds did she see his er*ect c*ck and the hand rapidly stroking it.

Eventually, purple eyes that had turned rigid met hazy blue ones. Edgar, as if absorbed in the act, or rather, as if more excited by meeting her eyes, increased the speed of his friction.

The glistening, thick gl*ns repeatedly disappeared and reappeared through his rounded hand.

The veined shaft caught her eye. Like someone entrapped, Shasha froze completely, as if bound by his teary eyes that seemed to cling to her. And until the properly insane master ej*culated while calling her name, she ultimately couldn’t move her feet.

Having rushed out as if pushed by that heat, she felt quite miserable that she had to return to that place again.

‘……What on earth was that.’

The insane master whose actions had been troubling her all day was, as expected, not in his room.

Originally, like the homebody he was in this other world, he would have stayed in his room all day reading books. But from years of experience, she knew he would have hidden away early. Yes, she knew, but……

“This is more annoying than I expected.”

Just a few hours ago, she irritably removed the bedding that was still messy in the same state of catastrophe.

S*xual harassment in the workplace, public indecency, exhibitionism. She mulled over various charges.

Does he think the issue will be resolved if he hides without even a proper apology? If this had been the world she originally lived in, she would have had him eating prison food long ago. Or perhaps she would have kicked that shameless flesh without a second thought.

But before Shasha could take any action, Edgar had quickly slipped away.

And he did so with an expression of someone tremendously hurt, like a country woman who had been harassed—despite being the one who committed the perverted act.

That d*mn master. What made her even more furious was her worry as an employee about him going out wearing the pajamas he had ej*culated on.

What if someone sees! The wretched slave mentality that had been exhibited towards bosses at the company had properly grown wings after moving to this class-based society.

Due to having to do now, when the sun had already set considerably, the work that should have been completed in the interval between bringing the washing water after the master’s cough, helping him change, and serving meals, she had sweated profusely while secretly passing through the corridor with new bedding.

She had barely eaten, yet her schedule was a complete mess.

It was truly all because of Edgar, but she couldn’t understand why she had to be the one walking on eggshells and having such a hard time.

The urge to curse rose again. D*mn it……

She even felt relieved that, thanks to Edgar’s request, only family, the butler, and herself could enter his bedroom. Seeing how she still prioritized the reputation of that dog-like master even after experiencing such a situation, she repeatedly thought that after years of incarnation, she had properly adapted to this other world.