Chapter 98 – 9. Hyacinth (8)
The heart of the city.
Inside the neatly built interior, there was a sense of comfort given by the homely atmosphere. It was a feeling that was hard to feel in a palace full of luxury. It was just the two of us here, unlike the villa where we had to avoid the eyes of other employees.
There was no longer any interest in this master or servant. On the one hand, it was looser because of that, so it could have collapsed. However, I still had no intention of abandoning Adele, and she, too, continued to serve as her master.
“Then I will drop it.”
“Sorry.”
A bottle rattled in a bucket full of ice. The attendant, who was walking while holding his handrail, kept moaning every time he took a step. It was because of the hand that the master who owned me wrapped around his waist and reached out to his pubic bone as if to show off.
“It’s okay, it’s not me who gets punished.”
Lightly, the detailed plot swayed along the fingertips. The pubic hair adorned over the crack in an inverted triangle was a decoration that boasted such a mature charm and was the owner’s toy.
“Ah…….”
Eventually, we arrived at the room across from the bathroom. It was a space with a large bed, like a bedroom for a couple. It wasn’t a very large place, but for some reason, it was a place I liked more now because of that.
What occupied the cramped room was an inappropriately sized bed, a chest of drawers, and a small round table for refreshments.
Adele put the bucket on the table. I checked the weather by the window and sat down on the bed. Outside, an incessant storm was still in full swing. So, the interior of the second floor without a fireplace was chilly. To the point where I want to quickly mix my body and share my body temperature.
“Close the door and come here.”
A submissive attitude followed the soft words. In the closed room, we looked at each other. Nothing bothered me anymore, and it was the moment when I could only be honest with my feelings. Even social norms and face-to-face were just getting in the way here.
I, who had been naked all the way from the bathroom, glared at Adele. He reprimanded me silently, asking if the master dared to take off his clothes like this, so it was okay for slaves to wear clothes. Then he flicked her fingers lightly and stripped her off without saying a word to her.
“Excuse me.”
The blushing elf calmly took off his plain clothes. After she had washed, she knelt down on her knees as if folding her clothes and offered at my feet. As the expression was written earlier, the square shape solidified that it was an offering to the owner.
Of course, that wasn’t all. Rising without touching her hands to the floor, she lowered her head, maintaining her upright posture. In this way, we made it possible to enjoy the appearance of the underwear considering the aesthetic aspect rather than the fit.
Then, with a graceful gesture, she took off her undergarments and placed them next to the robes previously presented. The wet spot was exposed by turning the part in contact with my beard upward. Even though it was a kind of confession about my base and obscene nature, I did not hesitate.
It was the posture of an excellent slave.
The woman who had been so cold and blunt could not hide her restless heat. She managed to find a way to feign composure and quench her lust. Even more so, the medicine in the bottle was just a small aid for calm and pleasure.
In short, Adele, who now dreams of the pleasure of masochistic service, meant complete self-will.
I felt very strange. I thought it was because it was a completely different moment from that time in Luneburg. More than anything, she was a woman who survived with her dignity even while brutally destroying others, and she had a sense of immorality that she humbled herself while being swayed by her own lust.
It was a feeling that I did not like at all. In the meantime, the motive of sadism was added. Then the object that sounded ambiguous became stiff, and I thought I wanted to trample this lofty woman a little more. She lightly stepped on her clothes at her feet to express her intentions through actions instead of words.
Hold on, hold on.
The wet soles of her feet landed on her neat clothes. It was used for wiping, leaving marks like a rag that was not even as good as a towel. The outer garment was the place where the chest was located, and the underwear was the part where the courtesy was touched.
“Thank you for using the clothes of a humble slave.”
Adele thanked her with red lips. It was her thanks for swearing at the clothes she was wearing just a moment ago. Even though it was her humiliating herself, the way she didn’t care at all was quite impressive. She went further, and her expression of sincere pleasure was erotic.
“Please give me the honor to be placed under you, everything from what I am wearing to this body.”
She bowed her head over and over again. And every time that happened, my stuff raised its head more and more. Before long, he chuckled and slapped her above the belly button. It was an embarrassing sight, but we never laughed at each other carelessly.
Like Maddo, he only changed this bizarre master-servant relationship from duty to arbitrariness, ridiculing it only when it had to be.
“Then…….”
Then Adele took her step forward. She came between my legs astride her bed and carefully knelt down on her knees.
“Excuse me.”
Her slender hand pointed at the bulging prick. It was indeed a hand that was worthy of the expression ‘Sumseomoksu’. The tickle-like touch was also very thrilling, and it was very delicate to support the scrotum with one hand and hold the pillar with the other.
Swoop, Swoop…….
Even foreplay, it was weak hand movements, but I liked it better because of it. It was a shameful ending, but now that the fierce battle is over, time is full and overflowing. More than anything, it was fantastic to be able to enjoy it while gradually raising the threshold.
Wow, Adele massaged her scrotum lightly. I shook the pillar that was not even half covered even though I used my full hand. I occasionally flicked the string-like connection under the glans with my little finger to stimulate it, and I opened my mouth as I watched the water droplets slowly form from the hole in my urethra.
“Master.”
“Adele.”
“Will you treat me harshly?”
She was a woman who received everyone’s resentment, and even at that moment, let alone asking for trust, she was a woman who did not recite a single excuse. It was really hard to refuse that she begged her first like this. It was a request that was difficult for her as a man to refuse, even putting aside her context.
“Please punish me…….”
Unknowingly, I burst into laughter. It was a smile that contained both positive and negative meaning. I liked her for trusting me enough to reveal her own guilt, at least in front of her, and partly because I hated her for feeling that way towards her subjects.
“Great.”
I don’t know if that was intended. Because it was too common for something like that. What is certain is that it would have been an easy arrangement for Saxon’s teaching assistant. A relationship in which, while loving each other, they exercise and accept violence and abuse without hesitation.
“How can I do it?”
“Hit and trample.”
I stroked Adele’s hair and responded to her wish. He lifted her foot, which had trampled on her clothes, and pressed her down on her thighs as she knelt down.
“Put your hands on her thighs and don’t lift them until you tell them to.”
I forcibly tilted the head of an expressionless female next to my leg, which had risen naturally. Looking forward to the corporal punishment to be given, she looked at me and exposed one side of her defenseless cheek. After that, she touched the liver with her open palm, and then hit it with all her might.
Whoops!
Adele groaned softly. And not long after, there were red palm prints on her cheeks. The spectacle was a puddle that soaked the floor in the meantime. Adele Schneider was a stream of water dripping between the female legs.
“Thank you for disciplining the lowly female.”
It was a slap so fierce that I was worried that my eardrum might have burst. But as if Adele was only one, she waited for the next corporal punishment with flattery.
Whoops!
Adele groaned again. As if she had lately felt the tingling sensation climaxed, she lightly closed her eyes and exhaled with difficulty.
Even more surprising was the attitude he showed after that. She calmly made eye contact with me, and as if this time it was only two, she waited for the next corporal punishment with flattery.
“Thank you for disciplining the lowly female.”
Milky white eyes looked at me. She whispered silently, “Where else can you find such an exhilarating pleasure?” And only then did I realize that Adele’s masochistic tendencies were her true colors, not acting or responding.
“I really, really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.”
It was. She was using the physical and mental abuse now inflicted on me as a kind of tool. As she said, it was a tool to relieve the deep-seated guilt, and the necessary abuse was something only I could give.
“Will you hit me more?”
A masochist is not an underdog. They just enjoy the masochism I can control. Because sadism and domination are distinctly different realms.
From a certain point of view, masochism is active. Sadism, if it takes the form, is even more so than the sadist who does not mind being passive. Likewise, Adele secretly manipulated my mind while she craved masochism. While making him slap me, he reminded me of his memories of Elisabeth and forced me to overcome it.
“…… No.”
Whatever it was, Adele Schneider was by no means easygoing. Even at this moment, she was a demonic existence that constantly led her down a path that was unknown whether it was corruption or overcoming. He was an assistant teacher who tamed opponents in any position.
“There is still plenty of time.”
Pleasure was a tool. It was a momentary painkiller to endure the exhausting moment. Many people become addicted to the misuse of such drugs, but we were the ones who used them as tools and weapons.
“It won’t be too late to ruin your pretty face, even after I enjoy it until I’m satisfied.”
Adele nodded. Intuitively, she was delighted. It must be so. Most foolish males would have thought that just crushing a female would make them mine. Like this, there are not many people who realize the true intention and respond to the challenge.
Don’t blame
People become foolish in front of their instincts, so we made an unspoken promise by looking into each other’s eyes. They decided to be faithful to their respective duties as master and slave. I decided to forget all the complicated things and devote myself.
“You are right…….”
The overbearing male gaze entangled the female. Sharing a tacit sympathy like that, we decided on the next play to enjoy. The name of that lascivious and promiscuous play was sometimes foreplay, foreplay, foreplay, and climax.
“Then, please rule me…….”
“It will.”
This is not an assistant It’s a viciously sticky affair. And, unlike what happened in Luneburg, we got to know each other sincerely in a small room.
“Please humiliate me like a woman lower than anyone else in the world…….”
“I will.”
Adele is truly loyal to me. She is for me by any means necessary. But she also has sharp thorns. The name of the thorn is a secret. It seems to have nothing to do with me, but it is a fuse that keeps being unavoidably entangled.
“Like a tool, at random, such a mess…….”
“Don’t do that.”
Some say that there is no permanent friendship between people, she said. He said that yesterday’s enemy becomes today’s ally. However, I believed that such a law was not eternal, and I tried to prove it with my companion who was just about to surpass the master and servant here.
“Do you know, Master?”
Nothing.
“I adore you.”
“…… I know.”
Everything.
