## Chapter 63 – Hilda. The Walls
“What’s up? Didn’t you go to invite the slave to our room this weekend? Why the long face? Did you get rejected?”
Daisy, having finished her daily tasks, returned to the room and chewed on a hard cracker, incessantly peppering Hilda with questions.
Hilda didn’t utter a single word in response, pulling the blanket over her head and sinking into her own thoughts. From noon until now, the scene of Charlotte and Number 25 intertwined had not left her mind for a single moment. She had even gone so far as to imagine what would happen next.
Curling up like a caterpillar under the blanket, Hilda pushed her underwear aside and inserted her fingers into her burning-hot vagina, beginning to masturbate.
She knew Daisy was right above her, but she didn’t care about Daisy’s gaze at all. This was the first time she had masturbated in the room. Usually, she would take care of it discreetly in the bathroom, but today was different. A desire that felt like it would explode if not immediately relieved was dominating Hilda’s body.
Daisy, noticing Hilda’s distinctly different behavior, didn’t bother to lift the blanket. She simply lay back on her own bed, chewing on crackers and reading a book, seemingly unaware of what was happening beneath her.
Hilda felt Daisy’s presence receding and moved her fingers more roughly than before. Her vagina, more moist than usual, made her worry that lewd sounds might escape from under the blanket.
But right now, relieving her desire was Hilda’s top priority. She stirred the inside of her vagina roughly with her fingers, but the sensation wasn’t as satisfying as she had hoped, considering her aroused state.
‘This isn’t it.’
This wasn’t the kind of ambiguous stimulation she wanted. At this rate, wouldn’t it be the same as her usual masturbation? It wasn’t nearly enough to quench the unknown thirst that had formed deep within her vagina, near her uterus.
Hilda stopped moving her fingers up and down and mentally replayed the scene of Charlotte on top of Number 25 from earlier.
The clearer the image became in her mind, the more her vagina twitched and spasmed.
Reaching climax in the blink of an eye, Hilda reflexively stuffed the blanket into her mouth, barely managing to suppress the moan that was about to escape.
The blanket was instantly stained with more saliva than usual, and the vaginal fluids flowing from her vagina made the sheets sticky. Having reached an unprecedented climax, Hilda could only twitch her body, unable to move for a while.
Yes, this is it.
This stimulation, tainted with a sense of transgression, was the only way to quench her unfillable thirst.
Hilda knew she shouldn’t, but she pushed her fingers back into her vagina.
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Having experienced pleasure for the first time in her life, Hilda couldn’t sleep properly all night due to masturbating. From the middle on, Daisy seemed to have noticed, but it was impossible to talk to Hilda, who was masturbating like someone possessed.
Except for the fact that she had dark circles under her eyes, she was working as usual when Number 25 approached Hilda with a hesitant look.
“Hilda, I have something to tell you…”
It must be about what happened yesterday.
Charlotte had said it was okay, but Number 25 was worried and went to talk to her directly.
Hilda stopped wiping the window in the hallway and looked straight at Number 25.
Number 25, who had spoken first, was clearly trying to say something, but seemed to be conscious of Daisy, who was wiping the hallway behind Hilda, and couldn’t easily open his mouth.
Hilda, considerate of Number 25, spoke first.
“It’s a bit much to talk here, right?”
Number 25 immediately nodded.
Hilda sighed deeply and made a small request to Daisy, who was cleaning the hallway.
“Hey, can you do my share of the cleaning for me?”
It wasn’t the attitude of someone making a request, but Daisy nodded without complaint.
Hilda casually placed the rag on the window frame, scratched her head, and took the lead, heading somewhere.
“Follow me.”
The time right after breakfast was the busiest time for the maids. There were listening ears everywhere, but Hilda knew of a perfect place.
A place only Hilda knew, whose only joy was to finish work quickly and slack off.
Behind the detached building, a dilapidated warehouse hidden among the dense bushes. The warehouse, which was no longer in use, was covered in cobwebs and filled with buckets of rust.
Hilda leaned fearlessly against the old wall that looked like it would collapse at any moment, crossing her arms. A fist-sized spider crawled over her arm, but Hilda, who wasn’t afraid of bugs, didn’t react.
Perhaps feeling intimidated by her appearance? It was Number 25 who broke the silence first.
Number 25 didn’t stray into other topics and went straight to the point.
“Did you see… what Charlotte and I did yesterday?”
Hilda thought to herself.
Here it comes.
It would be a lie to say she didn’t see it. Charlotte had even subtly hinted for her to leave. Hilda sighed and quietly nodded.
Seeing this, Number 25 bent over as much as possible and said to Hilda.
“Could you possibly keep it a secret from the Master?”
There was no need for him to bow to her like this. She had no intention of telling him even if he hadn’t come to ask her.
‘Wait a minute.’
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Hilda’s mind.
If she exploited this, wouldn’t she be able to control Number 25 as she pleased? When Hilda’s thoughts reached that point, she slapped herself hard on the cheek and started banging her head against the wall.
Number 25, who had no idea what she was thinking, would only see her suddenly harming herself. Number 25, watching Hilda bang her head against the wall with a loud thud, raised his voice with a worried expression.
“Hilda?!”
Having such trashy thoughts made her feel disgusted and unbearable.
What was the difference between this and the guys who molested Number 25 in the bathroom back then? Wasn’t she taking advantage of Number 25’s weakness, manipulating him to her liking, and hurting him?
Blood flowed from her forehead, and a hole was punched in the warehouse wall, revealing the outside.
Hilda leaned her back against the wall and slid down to the ground. Number 25 hesitated and approached Hilda, who remained silent.
Hilda held out her hand to stop Number 25 from approaching, frowning so hard that wrinkles formed between her eyebrows. She was disgusted with herself for having impure intentions even for a moment. She couldn’t bring herself to look Number 25 in the face with such a face.
A bitter taste of blood rose from her tightly closed lips, where her canines were digging in.
Number 25 was looking at Hilda with a worried gaze. His lost hands seemed to want to offer comfort. Hilda somehow managed to smile and answered with difficulty.
“We’re friends… of course I have to keep it a secret.”
The light in Number 25’s eyes, which had been worried until then, brightened, and he held Hilda’s hand tightly.
“Thank you!”
“No thanks needed, see you later. I’ll clean up here.”
Number 25, having finished his business, waved to Hilda and left, but Hilda couldn’t move from that spot for a while.
Could she now understand how Daisy felt when she smoked a cigarette whenever she had a hard time?
Hilda took out a cigarette from her pocket and stared blankly at it before clicking her tongue and crushing the cigarette on the floor.
Hilda buried her face between her knees and kept repeating in her mind.
There’s no need to thank me.
I’m not someone who deserves your gratitude.
That’s because what was filling Hilda’s head right now was the scene of Number 25 panting heavily while having sex.
You might say, what’s the problem with that? It’s an imagination that any woman with strong blood can have. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that the person having sex with Number 25 in Hilda’s head was never her. The target was always Asel, Charlotte, or another maid who had no acquaintance with Number 25. She was the worst woman, just imagining that scene and masturbating.
Something is definitely wrong with this.
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Hilda had been waiting only for today, the day she was on duty.
Late at night, when most creatures were silent and people were asleep.
Without stopping anywhere else, Hilda went back to Number 25’s room and opened the door very delicately, so that the sound of the door opening wouldn’t be heard.
With more concentration than she had ever had in her life.
Thanks to Hilda’s efforts, Number 25’s door opened slightly without making a sound.
Fortunately, the inside was visible enough.
The room, darkened by the darkness, maintained a secret atmosphere, but the darkness surrounding the room was not a problem for Hilda.
Hilda rolled her red eyes around, scrutinizing the room.
On the small bed that was full when one person lay down, the figures of Charlotte and Number 25 were clearly visible.
The two were having a relationship again today, naked and without a single thread of clothing, avoiding people’s eyes.
Hilda’s heart began to beat rapidly as she witnessed the two’s affair. Heavy breaths were coming from her open mouth.
The two’s sex, which she had only seen in her imagination, she wanted to see more closely. Hilda watched the two’s relationship closely, bringing her face even closer than before.
After the time of touching each other’s bodies was over, Charlotte sat Number 25 on the bed and sucked his dick while kneeling on the floor.
She had never imagined that Charlotte, who always had a sharp expression like a beast, would suck a man’s dick with such a lovely expression.
After a short fellatio, Charlotte laid Number 25 down as is and climbed on top of him.
Number 25’s dick, which had been in Charlotte’s mouth, was glistening with her saliva, showing off its majesty.
Hilda opened her mouth and stared blankly at Number 25’s dick.
‘Is, is all of that going in?’
Number 25 had a rather large thing, unlike his handsome appearance. She vaguely remembered seeing it in the bathroom, but this was the first time she had seen it in such detail.
Charlotte inserted it right away without hesitation and enjoyed rough sex, so much so that she wondered if the creaking bed would collapse.
As she took in the sight with her own eyes, her vagina soon twitched, and the clean underwear she had worn for the first time this morning began to get wet with sticky fluids.
The same feeling as back then.
Hilda was unknowingly masturbating while watching the two have sex.
The thought of keeping silent had long disappeared from her mind. If it weren’t for Charlotte’s moans and the creaking of the bed, only Hilda’s moans would have echoed in the hallway.
The beast-like sex that had continued for a long time was also coming to an end. As soon as she heard Number 25 say, ‘I’m going to cum inside,’ Charlotte’s back arched like a bow and her body trembled. At the same time as Charlotte’s moans, which she had never heard in her life, Hilda convulsed and climaxed.
Her body twitched and trembled, and in that moment when vaginal fluids were spewing from her vagina, she realized for sure.
This feeling was not jealousy or anger at having Number 25 taken away by another woman. Rather, it was closer to joy. A joy tainted with a sense of transgression that she had never felt in her life.
The most intense climax ever, her lower body dirtied with sticky fluids. All the circumstances were indicating one fact.
That she was an incorrigible pervert with no hope of salvation.
