## Chapter 187 – The Baron’S Wife’S Game (14)
188. The Baron’s Wife’s Game (14)
Trisha doesn’t refuse me.
Based on my experiences so far, if I make the first move, she rarely refuses. Rather, it’s more accurate to say that she needs me to take the initiative and create a justification for her to feel at ease.
‘If that’s okay with you….’
‘I don’t mind….’
‘Do as you please….’
She pretends not to notice anything while continuously giving me signals.
These actions made me feel quite good, as it meant the Baroness was acknowledging me as a man. When I had a weaker body, women often tried to mold me to their liking, but this kind of recognition was refreshing.
And of course, I know.
Trisha is just waiting for me to pluck the fruit that is herself.
It wasn’t uncommon for noblewomen to have affairs. It’s also the time when a married woman’s sexual desires are at their peak… Although she comes from a commoner family outside the barony, she is still from a wealthy family, so she wouldn’t be living completely subservient to the baron. If she wanted, she could secretly enjoy a man.
So, in this lonely situation, it wasn’t strange for her to mix bodies with me.
However, despite being married, she seems unsure how to enjoy it, and her methods of seduction are timid and indirect, which is cute.
Maybe she’s enjoying the process.
Instead of directly seducing me with her voluptuous body, she deliberately shows openings for me to take advantage of… Was she that desperate to be treated like a woman? Anyway, her idea was quite adorable.
……………
“Uhn, uhn….”
Squeak, squeak.
As I knead Trisha’s skin, she lets out a pleasant moan.
Tonight, I was once again in my room, giving the Baroness a back massage. Naturally, her fair upper body was completely exposed, and her back was glistening seductively with oil.
Her tempting side breasts were still a feast for the eyes.
“I’ll move to the front.”
“Uhn…. Mmm….”
When I move right in front of her head to massage her, she lets out a voice as if she’s unknowingly getting excited. It’s because she’s learned from my actions over the past few days what awaits her next.
Press, press….
“……………”
Today, too, I gently rub my thick, swollen cock against her face through my pants. But the Baroness still doesn’t run away from me; she just stays still.
‘I wonder what kind of expression she’s making. I can hear her inhaling through her nose quite a bit.’
It’s not a vulgar sniffing, but there’s still a noticeable nasal sound… My hearing is so developed that I can hear things that others can’t.
Occasionally, I give a little push and wiggle my cock, and each time, Trisha’s body stiffens adorably, and I can hear her swallowing.
I left her with the scent of a male and focused on massaging her back for a while. Perhaps it was because I had held my cock in front of her face for longer than usual today, but when I moved my lower body away, I could see that Trisha’s face had turned red.
“Heeung……. Uhn…….. Uhn. Ah…?”
When I move back to her side and massage her, Trisha soon seems to realize something different from usual.
‘Did she notice?’
I press down with my palms as if doing acupressure, and from the shoulders, I gently stroke down to loosen the muscles.
The problem was the moment I stroked down with my palms. At the end, I deliberately brushed against the fabric of her clothes around her waist. Since there was no corset tightening her, her panties naturally became visible. In fact, I could now see her black panties with mature lace.
Sexy underwear.
And with each stroke, my hand grazed her underwear and the top of her buttocks.
It was impossible not to be aware of it.
“I’ll massage the waist area like this…”
“Uhn…. Hooo….”
I gently massage her waist, drawing arcs with my hands on each side. The fabric of her clothes had already slid down, revealing almost half of her panties… Seeing this, I momentarily thought about asking her to take them off, but seeing Trisha tense up as if feeling the coolness on her buttocks, I chuckled and decided against it.
Instead, I had a fun idea.
“Madam, it seems a bit difficult to balance when massaging from the center. May I be excused for going up and massaging you?”
“O-On top of me?”
“Yes. I’ll keep my body as far away as possible…”
“…Okay.”
Trisha nods passively, agreeing to me climbing on top of her. I said, “Excuse me,” and immediately climbed onto the bed.
I carefully placed my feet between her hips and lowered my legs into a kneeling position. Of course, I didn’t lower my buttocks; I was in a kneeling stance.
“Hmm.”
However, if I forced my body to stay up, it would be quite uncomfortable to massage. The range of motion became longer, making it difficult to balance. As I struggled to even start the massage and swayed slightly, Trisha turned her head slightly and glanced at me.
“Buttocks…”
“Yes?”
“Buttocks… If it’s uncomfortable, you can put them on top. I’ll tell you if it’s too heavy…”
With those words, she turned her head back forward.
I looked at Trisha’s reddened ears and blinked silently, then soon decided to sit on top of her as she had suggested.
Squish.
“…………Uhn.”
As the contact area increased, a naturally suggestive scene was created.
Not only was I on top of the Baroness, but our buttocks were overlapping as if we were making a rice bowl.
I could feel her plump flesh under my buttocks.
Having come this far, it wouldn’t be strange to pounce on her at any moment.
Just a moment ago, she had been rubbing her face against my half-erect crotch, so for her to tell me to comfortably climb on top of her was no different than saying, ‘Please take me now.’
But I also wanted to keep playing along with this drama and see where it would lead.
Isn’t this massage more special because of this ambiguous situation before sex?
To be frank, if I were to give this kind of massage to Cecilia or other women, they would be dripping with wetness and shaking their buttocks, saying, ‘Please touch me here too…♥’. In that sense, this farce was quite enjoyable for me.
The back massage continued while I was on top of her.
And instead of pouncing on Trisha, I gently moved my pelvis, rubbing my butt crack against her. The fabric of her dress had slid down further, so my swollen crotch and her panties were practically rubbing against each other.
Squeak… Squeak…
“………Haa. Ungaaah……..”
What I was doing was practically pseudo-sex.
As I massaged her while rubbing my cock against her butt crack, Trisha let out sweet moans, pleasing my ears.
After some time, the massage was nearing its end. Still on top of her buttocks, I let out a voice as if I was feeling regretful.
“It’s almost midnight again today. The oil is almost dry…”
“Uhn. Y-Yes, it is.”
Apart from the sexual tension she felt on her buttocks, Trisha had been fully enjoying the touch of my hands on her back. She tried not to show it, but the way she trailed off her words and the tone of her voice… She also seemed to be feeling regretful. Seeing this, I naturally wondered again if she was hoping I would pounce on her today.
Well, anyway…
“Madam, you know… I’d like to massage other areas next time. Would that be okay?”
“Other areas…?”
Trisha tensed up, swallowing nervously at my careful words.
“Yes. Well, it might be a bit embarrassing… I was wondering if we could do the front.”
“…………Ah, the front. Ugh…”
Since I didn’t specifically say her stomach, she naturally knew where I wanted to massage. Her ears turned red, and her lips parted slightly, as if she was imagining the scene.
I snuggled closer to her and whispered into her ear in a sweet, pleasing voice.
“Of course, only if you’re okay with it… I think I’d be very happy… I really want to make you feel good. Is it okay…? Please…?”
Adding a bit of a spoiled tone at the end made it quite a charming seduction.
I always pestered her with the pattern of ‘I really want to do it, but what about you?’
And to this, Trisha would only give me the same answer as she had done before.
“If you really want to give me a massage… I understand.”
She answered, her neck flushed red.
‘…That easily?’
I thought she might at least resist once since it involved showing her breasts, but I didn’t expect her to agree so readily. After all, I hadn’t even touched areas like her legs yet.
If she refused, I was going to naturally transition to ‘Are the legs okay?’ and target her erogenous zones around her vagina and buttocks.
…………
“It’s finished.”
“Uhn… Thank you for your hard work.”
When I got off of her after the massage, I could see her face, which had melted seductively.
Her lips were strangely moist, and her eyelashes were blinking intermittently, radiating sex appeal. When I kept staring at her, Trisha turned her eyes away shyly and told me to turn around because she was going to get dressed.
Once Trisha had completely tidied her clothes, we awkwardly faced each other. I stood in a corner of the room, my face slightly flushed, and asked with a nervous expression.
“Did you feel good today…?”
“Y-Yes…”
Trisha, embarrassed by my sweet mood, answered demurely like a virgin on her first blind date. The gap between that and her sharp image was so striking that it was incredibly arousing.
Wasn’t that the posture of a woman who was clearly conscious of me as a man?
Agh, how cute. Is it okay for a married woman to be like this?
As a moment of silence hung between us, we began to look at each other, hesitating.
“Um.”
“Umm.”
Even the timing of our words overlapped, and we both yielded to the other to speak first.
“No, mine’s nothing… Please, Madam, feel free to speak first.”
“Is that so… Then, you know, Raul…”
The Baroness subtly called my name and continued as naturally as possible.
“Tomorrow too… Since he probably won’t be coming home…”
Her ears flushed red again.
“If you want… You can, um, do it for a bit longer… It’s okay if it goes past midnight…”
“Ma, Madam…”
It was the most proactive thing she had said so far, so my eyes widened. Since we were already quite far along, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to conclude that she was saying, ‘If you want… you can take me tomorrow.’
Of course, if I actually tried to pounce on her, Trisha’s personality would probably make her act coy, saying, ‘Ah… I shouldn’t, what should I do…’. So, it would likely end up with me forcing the situation.
It wasn’t hard to predict, given her past actions.
She wants to enjoy the transgression, but she doesn’t want to take the lead, and she wants to pass on the responsibility… Very modern.
“I understand. Then… I will do it for a bit longer tomorrow. I’m very happy…!”
“…Then, I’ll be going now.”
After receiving my answer, the Baroness Trisha said only that and quietly closed the door, returning to her room. She didn’t even make eye contact, so she must have mustered a lot of courage.
Left alone, I slowly stroked my chin as I looked at the door that had clicked shut.
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
What would happen if I teased her more with massages?
No, I’m also reaching my limit, should I just take her?
Whether to continue teasing her with massages,
Or to pounce on her as she wants… It was definitely a happy dilemma.
Either way, it was certain that the moment I crossed the line with the Baroness was getting closer and closer.
