The Maid of Herlin Manor Receives Punishment Every Night

※This novel contains themes such as forced relationships. Please consider this before reading.

“In Herlin Manor, no matter what happens, you must never walk the hallways at night.”

Herlin Manor, surrounded by chilling rumors of its master turning into a specter and devouring people, has one unspoken rule that no one dares to break.

Eliat, who works as a kitchen maid to support her family’s livelihood, finds herself on the verge of breaking this rule one day.

Relying on the reddish moonlight streaming through the window, she sneaks to the bathroom. On her way back, she hears a sound.

“Haah… Ha… Hngh…”

The sticky, heavy heat in the air feels suffocating. Drawn by the faint light filtering through a small crack in the door, Eliat peers inside.

“Ahh… Hngh… Master, please… do something…”

“Pathetic. You can’t even think straight, like a beast in heat.”

The man’s golden eyes, cold and indifferent, stared at the pleading woman.

Eliat, trying to back away, stumbles and loses her footing. Her consciousness fades, and she collapses.

―A secluded mansion deep in the woods, where strange and sensual events unfold every night. The maid of Herlin Manor receives punishment every night.

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“You’re not so stupid that I need to explain everything step by step, are you?”

It was Eliat’s first time seeing a man’s member up close. Blood rushed to her face, making her feel as though her entire body was overheating. She wanted to avert her gaze out of embarrassment, but her body refused to obey her. Words swirled in her head, but none of them made it past her lips.

As she froze like a statue, his voice turned sharp with irritation.

“Do I really need to explain it to you? Stop staring and start touching it.”

Under his command, her motionless body began to move again. Her right hand instinctively wrapped around the thick shaft, slowly stroking it up and down. She could feel the faint pulse of life stirring within it, like something alive.

Veins bulged near the base, and soon, the organ began to rise toward the sky. Its swollen, glistening form filled her with a sense of revulsion. Just looking at it was unbearable, but the fact that she was touching it with her own hand made her feel disgusted to the core.

Perhaps her feelings were written all over her face, as the corners of his mouth curled into a slow smirk.

“Now suck it. Think of it as the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.”