## Chapter 190 – The Play Of The Nam Family (17)
191. The Play of the Nam Family (17)
‘It should be dry by now.’
Before the start of the lunch hour, I head to the laundry facility to retrieve Trisha’s laundry. Stepping out of the mansion’s gate, the sun beats down intensely, making it quite hot.
Thud, thud….
But not far away, I see two women in dresses walking towards me.
Judging by their direction, they probably came in through the Nam family’s main gate.
‘What’s this?’ I tilt my head, then gaze intently at them. Their faces are half-hidden by wide-brimmed hats, making it hard to recognize them from afar, but as they get closer, familiar faces come into view.
Stella, and her personal maid who’s always by her side. It’s the two of them.
Stella is sweating profusely on her forehead, as if the heat outside is unbearable.
“Hah, hah…. Why did it get so hot in just a few days…! It’s already sweltering, and I have to wear my hair up and a hat too…. How long do I have to keep this up! Just because of some lowly commoner family, I have to go through all this?”
“Miss, you still need to keep your face covered for now. You’ll be returning to the academy around the end of summer, won’t you? It won’t matter then, so please bear with it a little longer….”
“Bear with it here, bear with it there…! Ugh, I don’t want to hear it. Vivian, let’s get something cold to drink. And remember everything we saw so we can have someone buy it all later.”
“Yes, Miss.”
‘Indeed.’
Their attire, with hats pulled low and the fancy frills of their dresses somewhat simplified, makes them look like daughters of wealthy families. They must have been trying to deceive anyone from the Berkeley family to avoid being recognized.
They must have gone out to the city for some fresh air, feeling stifled at home, only to regret it because of the heat.
As the distance between us closes, they also notice me standing near the gate.
“Oh….”
Stella’s face is half-shadowed by the brim of her hat.
Stella has inherited her mother’s genes, making her quite beautiful. Just like Trisha, she has sharp eyes….
Of course, unlike Trisha, there’s a hint of venom in her gaze.
As expected.
“…What is it. It’s Raoul. Can’t you see I’m already annoyed, move out of the way? Get lost!”
“…………….”
I thought her gaze towards me had changed quite a bit after our duel, but I guess not. Maybe she’s just more sensitive than usual because of the heat…. Either way, she’s still throwing a tantrum.
-Clap
I unconsciously clap my hands, putting them both into a hypnotic state. I was thinking of going to find Stella myself, but it’s better that I met her like this.
If she’s so thirsty, she can just drink a cold beverage.
I come up with suitable hypnotic suggestions and inject them into them. After muttering to the dazed Stella and her maid Vivian, I clap again to wake them up.
“Excuse me, Miss.”
I bow slightly, and Stella walks past me without a word. On the surface, her attitude doesn’t seem to have changed much, but that’s because I only tweaked some of her memories and common sense.
In other words, she’s free to lash out whenever she wants.
Seeing her walk past, I wonder if I should have messed with her desires too, but before I can think more about it, Vivian glances at me.
Standing before me is a maid who looks to be in her late twenties, with long black hair and a prominent bust. Considering how much time she spends with Stella, she must have been serving her since she was quite young.
Vivian asks me in a low voice.
“Raoul, have you prepared that?”
“Huh? Prepared what?”
“What do you mean ‘what’…. You were supposed to make the special juice, weren’t you? You didn’t forget, did you?”
“Ah, the juice…. Yes. I’ve prepared it.”
Vivian nods slightly at my words and speaks again to Stella, who is standing still.
“Miss, you seem thirsty. Would you like to drink the special juice Raoul made?”
“………But isn’t that… made with a man’s… thing?”
“Yes, that’s right. Is there a problem?”
“No, there isn’t……. Hmm. That’s………. Well… okay, I guess.”
“Yes. It might be good for you to try it this time. I heard it’s good for skin care. It’s also full of nutrients that are good for the body.”
“Is… that so?”
Stella stutters as she answers.
Even though she’s just about to drink semen that reeks of potency, Stella looks somewhat uneasy, as if she feels a sense of dissonance.
What a strange young lady.
“Did you hear that? We’ll go to the Miss’s room first, so please bring the juice quickly. Oh, and make sure no one else sees you…. You know what I mean?”
“Understood, Vivian. I’ll bring it quietly.”
In fact, the special juice is a kind of minor indulgence that’s better kept secret from others…. It’s also a drink that holds a certain value among women. Having already noticed her intentions, I reassure them.
With that, the two of them head into the mansion first.
I quickly collect Trisha’s laundry, take it to her bedroom, and then go straight to my room. Opening a large drawer, I find two ominous glass bottles sitting there, which are none other than the bottles I used to collect Trisha’s semen from when she gave me a handjob yesterday.
‘I guess I’ll have to dispose of this unpleasant stuff regularly.’
-Knock knock
I wrap one of them in a cloth and head to Stella’s room on the second floor, knocking on the door.
“Miss, it’s Raoul.”
“Why are you so late? Come in.”
I open the door and see Stella resting in her room. She’s sitting on a chair at the table, being fanned by Vivian. When I enter with the bottle, she looks slightly nervous.
“……It’s really, really full of semen…?”
“…Yes. It’s my first time seeing it in person too.”
When I remove the cloth, the white, cloudy liquid inside is fully visible through the glass. The two of them instinctively gulp.
“There’s more than I thought, so I’ll have to pour some out. I’ll use another glass.”
After staring blankly for a moment, Vivian looks thoughtfully at the large glass bottle and brings out a wine glass from somewhere so that her mistress can drink comfortably. Then, she pops the cork and starts pouring the semen into the wine glass.
“Ugh…!”
“……Hmm.”
The strong scent of male pheromones fills the room.
Vivian looks very serious, as if she’s handling something precious. I don’t know why she’s holding the glass with a light flick of her wrist and keeping a 45-degree angle, but I almost ruined the mood by chuckling.
Slosh, slosh.
Finally, after closing the lid again, the wine glass is more than 60% full with this special drink. The viscosity is also quite thick, and Vivian, noticing this, says, ‘Your lips will get dirty, so I’ll put a straw in,’ and sticks a straw straight into the glass.
The shocking semen juice is completed in an instant.
When my sticky, cloudy liquid drink is placed in front of Stella, she hesitates greatly.
“………Ugh, um. Uh….”
‘So, there is a sense of dissonance after all.’
Even though it’s not a strange thing, Stella’s reaction has been odd since earlier, which means she’s instinctively feeling a sense of rejection. Just because her common sense has changed doesn’t mean her sexual shame has disappeared.
It’s a normal thing, but she still has to drink my semen right now.
I guess I’ll have to play along with her today.
“……Um. Miss Stella. May I leave now?”
“……………?”
When I say that, Stella, who was sitting, glances up at me.
My face is clearly filled with embarrassment and shame. Seeing this, Stella takes a moment to think, then slightly raises the corners of her mouth, as if she has a good feeling about it.
“Hmph……? What is it, Raoul, why are you suddenly making that face?”
“Ah, no. It’s nothing.”
“Stop it and tell me right now.”
Stella urges me while holding the glass, and as if showing off, she slowly swirls the glass of my semen. My face turns even redder, and I have no choice but to confess in a helpless tone.
“Um…. Thinking about Miss Stella drinking my… semen drink makes me feel embarrassed for some reason…. I’m a little, ashamed too….”
“……Hmph.”
Stella’s eyes become increasingly languid. She seems very pleased that she’s caught on to my shameful side and taken the lead. She must have been frustrated that she couldn’t mess with me much because I was always hiding behind Trisha’s skirts, but it seems like she’s moved by this unexpected sight.
“Hmph. Is that so…? Hehe. You’re just a lowly servant, why are you so conscious of me? How pathetic…. No~ No. Stay right there.”
“Okay…. I, I understand.”
Stella giggles at my embarrassed appearance and now bravely brings her lips to the straw. In other words, this is a rare moment where Stella, who has been tormenting me, is drinking my semen with a clear mind.
“………Slurp. …Ugh?”
Stella starts to suck in the semen, her lips pursed prettily.
She makes a strange face, as if the taste is quite different from what she expected, then starts to slurp again with more force. She doesn’t take her lips off, so it can’t be a bad reaction. No, in fact, none of my women have ever…….
“……Slurp. Slurp, slurp………. Hmm, gulp. Gulp…….”
As Stella becomes engrossed in savoring the juice, only the sound of her swallowing can be heard in the quiet room. Still, she’s a noble, so she controls the pressure so that her cheeks don’t become hollow, and she sips elegantly while holding the glass. It’s quite a funny sight.
“Ugh…….”
“………Mmm. Slurp. Slurp……. Hehe.”
Still, there’s a sense of dissonance, and her cheeks turn slightly red each time she drinks the semen. Every time that happens, she glances at my embarrassed face, looking satisfied and smiling sweetly.
By turning her attention to my weak side, it acts as a buffer, gradually allowing this dissonant common sense to seep into Stella. Drinking semen juice is ‘a little’ unpleasant, but she can also see my shameful side, and the taste is better than she thought…. It seems like she’s come to think that there’s nothing bad about it.
In conclusion, Stella is now happily sucking my semen through a straw.
This abnormal act is happening in broad daylight with the window curtains wide open.
I didn’t particularly want to spend time trying to conquer Stella. It’s just a prank, and honestly, even now, I’m being too soft on her, so her eating my semen so deliciously…. It’s far from revenge.
Well, I guess I can expand the scope little by little. I could take her right now, but an adult should always pick up their spoon first before eating. I haven’t even poked Trisha’s pussy yet, so it’s not right for her to try to enjoy pleasure without any manners.
And there’s no harm in having some leeway.
“Slurp, slurp, slurp……. Hmm, chomp, chomp. Slurp…….”
When I come to my senses, the semen in the wine glass is almost gone, revealing the bottom. Stella, as if wanting me to hear, makes a vulgar ‘slurp’ sound with the straw, letting me know that she’s completely plundered all the semen.
I lower my head, and Stella, with a satisfied glare, chews the semen in her mouth.
“Phew………. Gulp.”
“How was the taste?”
Vivian, who had been standing quietly next to her, asks in a calm voice.
“……Well. The taste is okay. It’s thick too…….”
“Would you like another glass?”
The glass bottle is still sloshing with my semen. Even though she drank a considerable amount, there’s still almost 90% left inside.
“No…. There’s more than I thought…. Ugh. Ah, Vivian. Do you want to try some too?”
“M-me…? ……If so, just a little….”
Stella hands over the wine glass, its exterior smeared with semen. Vivian carefully watches her mistress’s expression and pours a little of my semen into the glass. Then, she inserts another straw and says, ‘Excuse me…,’ before slurping it down.
Like a maid, she drinks quietly with her head turned away, but her lower jaw is moving slightly, as if she’s savoring the semen deeply. Her cheeks are also flushed.
I’m getting turned on by something strange again.
“Um. May I leave now?”
“Hmph, yes. We’re done here……. Ah, prepare the juice again next time. Okay?”
“Th-that…. I understand.”
“Hehe.”
As I continue to act embarrassed, Stella doesn’t lower the corners of her mouth that are turned up until I leave the room.
