8. The Maid’s Night Out (Part 2)

The idea of a lady leaving the mansion alone at night was simply unbelievable. Even Kesi was shocked when she heard the idea, but Eirin persuaded her for a long time.

‘I’ll be back before midnight.’

Kesi lent her the maid’s uniform, and Eirin said she would pretend to deliver a letter while riding in a carriage to the place where Alexander was staying. At first Kesi stubbornly refused, but in the end she couldn’t resist Eirin.

My heart feels like it’s going to burst.

Eirin, who has a lot of curiosity and mischievousness, has caused various incidents so far, but this was the first time she sneaked out of the mansion without her brother knowing.

When she left the mansion and when she entered Alexander’s house, she passed by several people, but no one recognized her because she had her face covered with a shawl and was wearing Kesi’s clothes.

However, even without saying a word in the study, Alexander immediately realized that she was Eirin.

“Alexander. How did you know it was me?”

Alexander gently stroked Eirin’s flushed cheek, flushed with excitement from coming here.

“I’m not so stupid as to not recognize the woman I love.”

Alexander chuckled as he said that.

“And I’m sure I recognize all the servants in your manor.”

They must have swallowed their words, unable to interfere with their master’s business, or they simply didn’t bother to stop the stubborn Eirin, knowing they couldn’t stop her anyway.

The servants must have had a hard time because of their mischievous master.

As Alexander looked at her with a wry smile, Eirin pursed her lips.

“No one noticed, you know.”

“I doubt that.”

“It’s true. Except for Kesi, no one really knew. How could they know with my face covered?”

Alexander’s palm, which had been caressing Eirin’s plump cheek, slid down to press against her heaving bosom.

“But it’s too different.”

“Oh, Alexander. That’s because… it’s you.”

Alexander’s thick fingers kneaded Eirin’s chest, and the flesh peeked out between his fingers. Eirin blushed as she whispered.

“No one else is that interested in me.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Eirin grumbled, not quite believing Alexander’s words.

“It’s true, really. No one would have know. Everyone at the mansion knows my face, but elsewhere, like if I got a job as a maid at your mansion, no one would know I’m from the Hamilton household. With my perfect acting!”

“Surely not.”

“It’s not ‘surely not’! Of course, being a maid would be hard and tiring work. But I’m confident I can do it diligently.”

Eirin’s eyes shone as she looked at Alexander, seeming ready to become a maid right away.

“I was so nervous coming here today. But it was a really exciting experience!”

Eirin’s flushed face as she babbled was endearing. He was always happy to have her come to see him.

But if she had gotten into an accident while riding the carriage at night… 

What if she had run into dangerous people?

The thought made Alexander’s mouth go dry.

“Don’t ever do this kind of thing again. What if you had an accident at night?”

“I won’t do it again. But I just missed you so much.”

The chattering Eirin leaned slightly against Alexander’s body. As he embraced her, a warm heat rushed through his veins.

“I even pretended to be a maid. I know it was risky, but I promise I won’t do it again. So please welcome me.”

“I’m glad you came.”

Of course he was glad.

It was a sudden turn of events, so he was flustered, but seeing her was always a joy. Alexander brushed the edge of the maid’s cap on Eirin’s head.

“So, where’s the letter you wanted to give me?”

“Ah…”

“The letter from Lady Hamilton.”

Eirin, not fully understanding Alexander’s question, blinked her eyes, and after a while, finally realized he was speaking to her as a maid, and rummaged in her pocket.

“Ah, well…”

And she gave a sheepish smile.

“I didn’t bring it. I actually wasn’t prepared.”

She hadn’t thought that far. She was going to insist that her ‘master’ asked her to see the Duke directly and deliver the message.

“What a naughty maid. Doesn’t even follow the master’s instructions.”

His lips brushed against Eirin’s pert nose. His breath tickled her skin, and his scent seeped into her lungs.

“Are you going to punish me, Your Grace?”

Eirin looked up at him through narrowed eyes. At that, Alexander laughed.

“You’re truly incorrigible.”

And he pulled her closer.

“You’re just too tempting.”

With more urgency than ever, Alexander caressed every inch of Eirin’s body. They had limited time before the servants noticed or her brother returned home. And they had much they wanted to do today.

As Alexander’s hand grazed Eirin’s side, her legs trembled. Wherever his touch reached, it felt pleasurable. Even when he brushed over the thick maid’s dress, or grazed her exposed skin, the tingling sensation left her breathless.

“I can’t hold back. I want to be rough. But can you handle it?”

The excitement in his voice was palpable. Whatever Alexander did would feel blissful. Even if he were to thrust into her roughly…

That too would be ecstasy.

“Since I’m being punished, roughness is…”

Eirin’s lips, swollen from his earlier kisses, curved in a faint smile.

“…something I should endure.”

“Haha.”

Alexander chuckled and hiked up her skirt. Since she had quickly changed clothes, she wasn’t even wearing proper undergarments, leaving her pale skin exposed.

“Did you come prepared like this?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm…”

I should escort her back when we’re done.

With that in mind, Alexander firmly gripped her flesh with both hands.

“Coming out with your skin exposed.”

It was good for undressing her, though.

As he pulled down her undergarments, a sticky l*quid stretched between the fabric and her nether region. Alexander wiped it with his hand.

“When did you get this ar*used?”

“Mmm, I don’t know.”

Eirin must have been ar*used from the moment Alexander’s touch reached her. No, in fact, her heartbeat had been racing ever since riding the carriage, thinking of meeting him.

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm.”

Seeing Eirin’s flushed response, Alexander breathed a hot sigh against her ear. Just his breath alone made her nerves melt in sweetness.

“Now that I think about it, the protagonist Daria in your novel was also a maid, wasn’t she?”

His fingers trailed down her spine. Tense from sneaking out of the mansion, Eirin’s muscles were teased by his fingertips.

“Is becoming a maid a fantasy of yours?”

His hand caressed the practical, flowing skirt, unlike the voluminous skirts of aristocratic ladies.

“It’s not exactly that, but…”

“But?”

“I just love that passionate love that transcends everything, you know?”

Eirin blushed.

“That fiery desire for each other, not caring about rank or status.”

“Eirin.”

His fingers delved between her slightly parted legs. Stroking her damp v*lva with his fingertips, he murmured.

“When I think of you, I can’t think of anything else.”

His fingers roughly pushed into the crevice. Her pliant inner flesh, already melted from his touch, welcomed Alexander without resistance.

“When I’m with you, rank and status mean nothing.”

His fingers sank into the twitching hole in an instant.

“Nngh.”

“Even if you were a maid, or I a servant, I would still have coveted you like this.”

I would have loved you no matter what.

His deep voice made her tremble. Alexander loosened his tightly bound trousers and pressed his hard p*nis against Eirin’s thigh. Each time, his coarse p*bic hair scratched her soft skin.

“If you were a maid, I would have felt lust watching you clean in front of me. I would have been so hard, just wanting to take you.”

“Your Grace…”

Alexander’s words were so greedy that it felt like he truly was her master.

“When it’s just the two of us,  I want to find that soft spot inside you that even these stoic clothes can’t cover up…”

Slowly, his thick p*nis pressed against Eirin’s wet inner flesh. Hiding between the folds, the sensitive cl*toris, swollen from his teasing caresses, was now pressed by the unyielding penis, just as firm as his fingers.

The unbearable pl*asure made her toes curl. But Alexander wouldn’t let her go. Holding Eirin’s body, he pushed her towards the wall. Her delicate hands reached the bookshelf, and her hips jutted back, as if awaiting his invasion. The plump flesh of her b*ttocks trembled adorably with each of her panted breaths.

“You must have desired me.”

“Haa…”

The blunt, hard tip of his penis rubbed against her entrance. Her scarlet-tinged membrane twitched, eagerly awaiting his touch.

“Come in, hurry.”

She had promised to return to their mansion before midnight. And Alexander’s servant would be waiting. No matter how much they talked, if it took too long, it would raise suspicions.

Every time he rocked his hips, a trickle of clear juices trickled down between his thighs. He spread it wide with his penis, whispering.

“But I haven’t touched you enough yet, and you’re already begging me to enter?”

Was it too obsc*ne?

Was he tired of me being so open?