Chapter 215 – The Baron’S Play (42)
216. The Baron’s Play (42)
Lately, the usually energetic Butler Jang had become quite subdued, handling all sorts of miscellaneous tasks in place of Trisha. Given the recent events, even a minor issue handled incorrectly could lead to unpleasant consequences.
Thus, Trisha had temporarily assigned him her duties and, except for meetings with nobles who had a stake in her affairs, she remained secluded within the mansion.
In other words, for the past few days, we had been engaging in a frenzy of sex.
In my room.
In her bedroom.
In the servants’ waiting room.
In the guest reception room…
We were shamelessly indulging ourselves, regardless of the location. Once we started, we would intertwine like animals in heat, often falling asleep with our bodies still joined, my cock buried deep inside her.
Her husband was dead, and the more we mingled, the closer we became.
Days of sweet intimacy.
Among these, the part involving the ring was particularly enjoyable.
One day, after sex in the bedroom, we were basking in the afterglow when Trisha, glancing at her finger, suddenly became self-conscious as she noticed the wedding ring sparkling on her ring finger.
“…Do you think it would be better if I took off the ring?”
It seemed like she was asking if her late husband’s presence bothered me.
Ever since I boldly declared her as mine, she had been willing to give me her body and soul.
“No. If you take it off unnecessarily, others might keep bothering you.”
If she continued to wear her late husband’s ring, she would appear more virtuous, which would deter other nobles from hitting on her.
“Hmm… Then, at least when we’re alone at night…”
Trisha looked displeased at my words. It must be unpleasant to be reminded of her dead husband every time she saw the ring. But she shouldn’t take it off.
Because it’s more arousing when she wears it.
‘Maybe I should try that.’
If that’s the case, I could overwrite her memories so that she would think of something else when she looked at the ring.
“Give me the ring for a moment.”
“Huh? Um… Here you go. Wait, Raul? Kyaa♥”
“Hmm…”
*Swish, swish, swish…!*
As soon as I received the ring, I started masturbating, stroking my own shaft. Trisha, her face flushed at my sudden action, alternated between looking at my cock and my face. Soon, she seemed to realize what I was about to do, letting out a breathy voice, “N-no way. Ahh…♥”
*Whirr… Whirr.*
And as she had half-expected, a large amount of semen erupted from my cock, covering the ring in a sticky mess. The ring, which had been shining so beautifully, was instantly coated in white.
“Gulp…♥”
Like a new male driving out another… a vulgar act of marking territory.
Looking at the semen-covered wedding ring, a strange thrill flickered in Trisha’s eyes.
At first, she had teased me for being a pervert, but she had become accustomed to all sorts of sexual acts and was now deeply immersed in the pleasure of vulgar behavior. Having lived a sheltered life until she met me, she became more aroused by such acts, realizing her own femininity.
And she liked it even more when I took the initiative.
The first time she tasted my semen, she had deliberately spat it out as if to show me, but when I forcibly held her and pushed the semen into her mouth, she finally smiled and sucked on my fingers.
This kind of perverted possessiveness only pleased Trisha.
“Haaah… Raul…”
As I put the semen-stained ring back on her finger, Trisha looked at me, her lips trembling. The residue clinging to the ring both inside and out created an indescribable lewdness.
“Madam, do you like the ring I gifted you?”
“…………Yes♥ Thank you. Ahh. My palm… I’ll clean it for you…♥”
The bride, who had received a new ring, blinked her eyes prettily, unable to contain her joy as she turned the ring around. Then, as if to return the favor, she licked the remaining semen from the groom’s palm.
“Beh-eh-ehp. Beh-eht…♥ Gulp. Slurp, slurp. Slurp, slurp, slurp…♥ Gulp…”
Trisha meticulously cleaned up, licking the streaks of semen with her tongue. Sucking on each of my five fingers, she now had the face of a female completely in love.
Anyway, she never took off her wedding ring after that.
She didn’t even ask about it again.
…………
…………
“Haaam…”
One morning.
When I opened my eyes in Trisha’s bedroom, I saw her face, as always, sleeping peacefully in my arms.
Trisha was breathing softly, her face free of any worries.
‘Cute.’
Her relaxed eyebrows made her look like a satisfied female. I had filled her womb with my semen last night, so there was no need to say more.
I gently brushed her hair aside to get a better look at her face. As I was touching her hair, she stirred and looked at me with sleepy eyes. I didn’t say anything, just kept brushing her hair while making eye contact. Trisha, letting out sweet moans at my touch, eventually smiled and asked me.
“Why are you staring at me without saying anything? Ahh…♥”
“Hmm… Well, it still feels unreal. I used to only come in to pick up laundry, and now I’m sharing a bed with you.”
“Hehe. Laundry? Come to think of it, I got to see you masturbating with my underwear. I was so surprised, I thought my heart would stop.”
“I told you before, no one could resist someone as beautiful as you, Madam. What about you? Have you ever… masturbated with me in mind?”
“Ugh, you fool…♥ Why would you ask that? Especially in the morning…”
We giggled and cuddled from morning.
In stark contrast to this sweet atmosphere, there were crumpled tissues stained with semen and vaginal fluids scattered under the bed. It was clear how much we had been at it all night. Trisha would become even more aroused by the vulgar atmosphere as I casually wiped away the sticky fluids and tossed the tissues under the bed.
And then, she would start round two, letting me thrust into her again.
The whole room was filled with a lewd scent, but we had become so used to it that we didn’t even mention it anymore.
We, the ones who made the mess, would do the basic cleanup, but it was Trisha’s maids who were responsible for erasing any remaining traces. Trisha’s maids were now fully aware of the relationship between me and their mistress. I could tell by the way they blushed whenever I passed by. And sometimes, I could sense movement outside the bedroom in the early morning…
Their usually composed mistress was letting out such sweet moans, so they would naturally think of our intimate moments whenever they saw my face. Most of them were virgins, so they would probably gossip among themselves and let their imaginations run wild.
Trisha had temporarily postponed calling me “darling” in public. She thought it was too early, and she was probably embarrassed to be so clingy in broad daylight.
If we continued like this for months or years, it would happen naturally… That’s probably what she was thinking.
Well, shall I get up?
“Madam, I need to prepare for the day’s work…”
“Oh my…♥ Where do you think you’re going without my permission?”
*Squeeze.*
As soon as I tried to get up, Trisha hugged me tightly, stopping me forcefully. Looking at me with half-lidded eyes, she rubbed her soft breasts against my chest as she snuggled closer.
“Today, Raul’s work is to cuddle with me here. Hehe♥”
“Madam, you’re something else… If this goes on, everyone in the mansion will notice soon.”
“Don’t worry about that. Hmm…♥”
When I hugged her back, she smiled happily. Trisha snuggled even closer, wriggling in my arms.
Damn it, she’s just too cute…
My official position hadn’t changed, but I no longer did the work that servants were supposed to do. My new job was to please Trisha both physically and mentally.
Now that there was no one to be mindful of, this was how things were.
“By the way, Raul.”
“Yes.”
“…Come to think of it, I saw you talking to Stella’s maid… Vivian, was it? I was just wondering… just in case… just.”
Trisha fidgeted with her fingers on my chest, then glanced at my face.
She seemed worried about my relationship with Vivian.
I thought I had acted discreetly when others were watching, but it seemed she had seen us together.
*Peck.*
“Mmm…♥?”
Her pouty face looked like she was asking for a kiss, so I kissed her without thinking. She seemed happy, but she blinked at my sudden kiss.
“It’s just that you’re cute when you’re jealous, Madam.”
“………It’s not that. I’m just… Hmph.”
Trisha, turning her eyes away, looked like a truly innocent maiden.
Why does it feel like we’re having a sweet, youthful romance even though we’re having sex as a married couple?
It’s nice to be completely immersed in our own world, but if this mood continues, I’ll become lazy and complacent. And as I had thought before, I was now planning to enjoy things with everyone.
‘But I am curious.’
What would happen if I injected Stella’s education-related knowledge into Trisha while she was in this state of lust?
How would Trisha react?
We had enjoyed love-filled sex, so it was time to move on to the next stage.
“Madam.”
“Yes?”
*Snap.*
The first hypnotic suggestion I tried on Trisha. Her eyes instantly went blank.
Why did I feel strangely guilty?
I injected her with Stella’s sex education knowledge and then ended the suggestion. Of course, I added a few new possibilities. Trisha, regaining her senses, blinked and looked at me.
On the surface, nothing had changed.
But here…
“Why are you looking like that, Raul? You look like you have something to say…”
“Well, about Vivian… Um…”
“Tell me, Raul.”
As I hesitated, Trisha licked her lips slightly and urged me on. After hesitating, I finally told her honestly about Stella’s sex education.
“…That’s how I’m educating the young lady. I’ve been debating whether to tell you, but I felt like you should know…”
“………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..”
A longer silence than I expected.
After listening to me, Trisha remained silent for a while before speaking again.
“So… you’ve been helping my daughter with her sex education… Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Vivian asked me to keep it a secret. So, I felt like I couldn’t tell you.”
“Even so, to keep it from me…”
Trisha seemed displeased that she, the mistress of the house, hadn’t been informed of such important news. And more than anything, the complex emotions that came from the fact that I was mingling with someone else, even for education purposes… were clearly visible on her face.
Trisha sighed.
“…I can’t just stop it now, given the circumstances. Haa… Raul.”
“Yes, Madam…”
Trisha, quietly staring into the distance and muttering to herself, finally looked me straight in the eyes and said.
“I can’t let this go. As a mother, I will observe Stella’s education. Vivian should know that much.”
“Huh?”
Trisha’s face was sharper than ever, making her look like she did when she first visited the Baron’s estate.
