## Chapter 197 – The Baron’S Play (24)
198. The Baron’s Play (24)
After that, we just continued to make love, silently sharing our passion.
As the heated body of a married woman intertwined with the body of a young man in his prime, the room filled with a feverish ecstasy.
In the dim darkness, as my member re-erected inside Trisha’s pussy, Trisha, her body drenched in sweat, would stop our tongue-tied kiss and gaze at me with a hot sigh. Then, naturally, she would resume her rhythmic thrusting and grinding.
“Haa…♥ Aah…♥”
“Hah…!!”
We muffled our escalating moans and continued our frenzied sex until late into the night. In the process, we fulfilled each other’s sexual fantasies, engaging in doggy-style and forced restraints.
So much semen was pumped into her womb that each time I scraped with my cock, a squelching sound would accompany the milky fluid that flowed out, leaving our lower bodies completely soaked. With every downward thrust, the skin between her thighs and groin would stretch like cheese, a truly vulgar sight.
Though the darkness somewhat suppressed our embarrassment, it didn’t change the fact that our sex was like that of rutting beasts, scattering fluids and indulging in pleasure.
“Haaah… I can’t anymore…♥”
Trisha, having experienced blissful ecstasy to the point of exhaustion, wore the expression of a completely docile female.
I used tissues in the room to wipe her soiled thighs and groin, and the Baroness quietly yielded her body to my gentle touch, twitching cutely and murmuring, “Yes… yes…♥.” She looked up at me with longing eyes, as if wanting me to stay… but if I lingered here and fell asleep, the Baron would surely throw a fit.
I gave her a quick kiss and sent her back to her own bedroom.
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-My lady… she’s become incredibly beautiful lately.
-Yeah, she really has. Doesn’t she look even younger than before? Ah… I wonder if there’s something to the noble bloodline.
-Come to think of it, Miss Stella also seems more feminine, doesn’t she?
-That’s right. Miss… yeah, yeah. I’m so jealous of how she manages herself. I take pretty good care of myself, too…
Walking through the hallways, I would often overhear the maids whispering like this.
It seemed like the topic was a bit too focused on one thing, but they weren’t exaggerating. The Baroness, already beautiful, was now radiating an even more stunning beauty, causing the women, who were very interested in appearances, to whisper among themselves.
Her golden hair shimmered.
Her long eyelashes and sharp eyes emphasized the seductive charm of an older woman, and her fair skin, more radiant than ever, peeked out from her low-cut dress, exuding a potent sensuality.
And though it wasn’t very noticeable under her dress… her lower body muscles had been working hard lately, subtly lifting her large, firm buttocks, which was incredibly arousing.
Stella, who had been indulging in my semen almost daily, was also developing a womanly allure.
In any case, the Baroness, with her elegance and grace, was displaying such beauty that Daren would sometimes stare at her intently as he passed by, seemingly lost in thought, before shaking his head as if trying to regain his senses.
The Baron, who had been going out frequently, seemed to have developed lustful thoughts upon seeing his even more beautiful wife. He started spending more time at the Baron’s estate or sharing the bedroom with her. Honestly, I didn’t bother looking into whether Trisha was sleeping with her husband or refusing him. At that time, I was busy having one or two of the brainwashed maids writhing on top of me.
There was no need to be jealous. It was nearly impossible for the Baron, who was past his prime, to satisfy Trisha’s body, which was burning like a hot spring. Besides, she had already tasted the superior cock that filled her pussy completely, experiencing a pleasure that made her lose her mind.
The owner of this lustful body was already me, and Trisha was aware of it.
Every time we met in secret, she seemed to have fully preserved her stamina, engaging in sex with even more passion and grinding her pussy with fervor.
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“Ah…! This tea is so sweet and delicious.”
“Haha. I’m glad you like it. It seems the owner of the shop prepared it especially for Miss Matilda’s beauty.”
“Really, Daren… you’re making me blush…”
Matilda, with her beautiful reddish-brown hair, blushed and placed a hand on her cheek, causing her curls to sway gently.
Of course, it was just a line, a cheesy pick-up line, but she didn’t seem to dislike it.
I guess she’s blinded by love. He’s a pretty decent-looking guy, after all.
I was currently accompanying Daren and Matilda on their date again, waiting as a servant. It was a different shop than the last time, and the interior was lavishly decorated.
“…………”
Standing quietly by the entrance with a sulky expression, I noticed Matilda glancing at me from time to time, unbeknownst to Daren. I had been subtly implanting suggestions that her affection and lust for me were gradually increasing, so she must be feeling quite conflicted. More than anything, she must be feeling strange about her own fickle emotions, and the fact that she had no connection with me must be making her feel even more frustrated.
I wondered why my expression was so bad…
Bang.
While I was showing Matilda my downcast face, Daren’s knight, who had been newly assigned as his escort, opened the door and entered the shop. He didn’t find it strange that I was waiting inside and simply passed by me naturally.
“Young Master.”
The knight gave a light bow to Trisha and began whispering something to Daren. Daren’s face slightly contorted, revealing his discomfort. Realizing that his fiancée was watching him, Daren smiled slightly and stood up.
“It seems there’s been a problem with the people of the territory. Miss Matilda, would you mind waiting for a moment?”
“Ah…! Of course not! Please don’t worry about me. I’ll wait patiently.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right back…”
With those words, Daren left with the knight. His expression wasn’t good, so I wondered if the people of the territory had filed a collective complaint. He had been acting like a thug lately, after all.
“…………”
“…………”
As Daren left, a silence descended.
Only Matilda and I were left in the shop.
“…You’re also a servant of the Rosichester family, aren’t you?”
Eventually, she couldn’t resist the urge and subtly spoke to me.
“Yes.”
My tone was short and reserved.
Even though we were both commoners, the gap between a wealthy family and a mere servant was vast. In other words, it was a somewhat rude behavior.
“Hmm…”
She seemed slightly displeased by my short answer. Matilda frowned for a moment, then gestured for me to come closer. She asked me what she had been curious about.
“It’s just that you’ve looked a bit unwell since earlier. Are you not feeling well?”
“It’s not that…”
“Then?”
When I mumbled, “This is a bit… difficult to say to Miss Matilda,” with a twitch of my lips, Matilda, intrigued by my strange words, blinked and urged me to tell her, saying it was okay.
“If you promise not to tell the Young Master, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay, just tell me quickly.”
I didn’t say I wouldn’t tell!
“Actually…”
I sighed once and then, in a low voice, told her that Daren was using me as a tool to torment her, and that he was constantly subjecting me to various cruelties.
As soon as she heard my story, Matilda’s eyes turned fierce.
“That can’t be true! He’s such a good person, how could you say such rude things?!”
Her intense reaction showed how much she liked Daren. I had also been subtly implanting suggestions, so it seemed she didn’t feel that much affection for me yet.
“…Is it not because you’re not doing your job properly? Our family, and others, sometimes have to punish servants to maintain discipline. So, Daren must be doing it with a heavy heart…”
I was taken aback by her absurd words and insisted that it was true, but Matilda seemed to see me as part of a group trying to defame him and didn’t believe me.
Our one-sided conversation continued for a while. When my sensitive hearing picked up the sound of footsteps, I began to drop hints.
“It’s true…! And… and actually, the Young Master is seeing someone else outside… ah, never mind.”
“Out, outside… …What were you about to say just now?”
Matilda stood up abruptly.
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
“Quickly…! Ah.”
Matilda was about to press me for more information, but she heard the sound of footsteps and the clanking of a knight’s armor beyond the wall, realizing that Daren was nearby. She quickly sat back down and glared at me, whispering.
“You. We’ll talk about this later…!”
Bang.
“Whew! I’m back. I wasn’t too late, was I?”
“Ah, you came back sooner than I thought.”
“The concerns of the people of the territory… turned out to be nothing much. So, I took care of it quickly. Hehe.”
Matilda didn’t seem to notice, but I immediately realized that it was a double entendre.
What a thug.
Anyway, they both returned to their seats, and as Daren sat down, Matilda smiled at him, instantly changing her expression. They resumed their peaceful conversation, and although I occasionally caught a glimpse of unease in Matilda’s eyes, she couldn’t bring up the topic we had discussed earlier.
If it was just a servant slandering him for tormenting her, she could have immediately reported it, but she had heard strange words from me and the conversation had been cut short. Judging by her silence, it seemed she couldn’t ask Daren directly and was trying to find out what I was about to say through me.
In the end, Matilda couldn’t shake off her uneasy expression and boarded the carriage with a complicated heart, not until she returned to the Buckley estate.
If she was curious, she would approach me in some way. She could inquire around, but with the Baron’s family ruling with tyranny and creating an atmosphere of fear, how many people would actually tell her the truth?
“Let’s go back!”
With that thought, I boarded the baggage cart with the other servants at the knight’s shout, and we began our journey home.
Clatter, clatter…
Inside the swaying cart.
-There’s nothing to do when we get back, right? I got a good hand, let’s have a drink tonight.
-Really? Then just a little… Ah, damn it. It’s a spade.
The servants, whom Daren had brought as his lackeys, were chatting and playing cards even in the swaying cart.
It wasn’t an unpleasant scene.
“…………”
Even if they disliked me, I thought that if we became familiar, they might relax their attitude a little when they weren’t looking… I knew the rules, and they kept suggesting that I join them, but the servants blatantly ignored me and excluded me. They would just glance at me once and then go back to what they were doing.
‘They’ve been treating me like I’m invisible lately, haven’t they?’
But brainwashing these guys to laugh and play cards with me was also a pretty ridiculous idea.
I had formed almost zero relationships with men since coming to this world, and even though there were so many women around, I was isolated in these everyday situations, which made me feel strangely lonely and bitter.
Come to think of it, the maids also seemed to be avoiding talking to me more and more…
‘This sucks.’
Feeling a little lonely, I ended up relieving my frustration that night by fucking Trisha like a dog.
