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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“Ah! Aah! Hngh! Ah…! Wait…! Don’t move like that…!”
Everything was for the mistress.
“You want me to ride you? Are you a pervert? Really?”
“Well, I’ll do it, but… with my skirt on?”
“Haa…! Hnnn…! Aah…! You want to… see it…? While I’m… riding you? Lift my skirt…? You pervert…!”
Everything was truly for the mistress.
“L-like this? Like this…? Ah…! Ah…!”
It was true.
Me sleeping with Evan was solely for the mistress.
For her happiness and peace of mind, I would do anything.
I straddled Evan’s erect cock like riding a horse with my skirt hiked up, and moved my hips.
The sticky fluids, mingled with his freshly ejaculated semen, made a lewd squelching sound.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!”
I climaxed again and collapsed against Evan’s chest.
He stroked my back, kissed my forehead, and then parted my lips, thrusting his tongue inside.
“Mmm…! Hngh…! Slurp…! Haa…!”
Yes.
Everything was truly for the mistress.
If I didn’t drain Evan’s thick, hot cock, this philanderer might set his sights on the mistress.
If Evan suddenly got upset and stopped putting the master to sleep, or if he ran away from the mansion, the master would start his abuse again.
The mistress, now accustomed to a peaceful life, wouldn’t be able to endure that cruel violence.
“Today, the mistress suddenly soaked the bedsheets in water. She said they were so dirty she wanted to clean them herself, so I had to stop her.”
“That’s our mistress. She’s truly admirable.”
“That’s right. But what are you going to do about those three?”
“Those three? Who are they?”
“…The ones you paralyzed and left in the room.”
“Oh, I was confused because you said three. There’s only one left now.”
“…?”
After sex, Evan and I would talk about the day’s events.
Evan would take care of various chores around the mansion in the morning, while I handled the cleaning inside and attending to the mistress.
Evan would listen to me, nodding, sometimes poking my cheek or kissing me, praising my work.
Sometimes Evan would say strange things I didn’t understand, but so far, the mansion had been running smoothly.
“D-don’t act so close. You’re just a pervert.”
“Right, right.”
This was all for the mistress, after all.
The flush in my face from Evan’s kisses was definitely from anger.
The quickening of my breath and the warmth in my lower belly whenever I thought about sleeping with Evan… it was a rejection response.
A physiological rejection of something so horrible and disgusting.
Whenever I complained, Evan would grab my ass, pressing and rubbing his hardening cock against my lower abdomen and my vagina.
With our naked flesh touching, I couldn’t help but moan lewdly and gasp for air.
“Ah…!”
“Want to do it again?”
It couldn’t be helped.
It was just that my abilities were lacking, and I couldn’t satisfy Evan in one go.
We had agreed on just once, but what did that matter?
I didn’t know what Evan would do if I didn’t satisfy him.
“…Okay.”
So this was all for the mistress.
Everything was for the mistress.
“Aah! Aah! Hah! Hngh!”
Sometimes, during sex, I would recall the first time I met the mistress.
She was a small, beautiful woman with striking white skin and black hair, boasting the appearance of a porcelain doll, and I had gasped in admiration.
The head maid, who was in charge of my training at the time, had scolded me harshly, but the mistress had smiled and said, “What an honest child.”
I think it was then, seeing the mistress laugh off my mistake, that I decided I wanted to live for her.
“Aah! Aaaah! Ugh! Hngh…! Ah!”
And now, I was on all fours, like a dog, taking Evan’s brutal cock.
A cruel thing that made my lower belly clench and my head spin with each deep thrust.
Whenever I wanted to scream like an animal, to drool and let go completely, I would picture the mistress’s face.
The mistress wasn’t strong enough to handle this.
I was only doing this, forcing myself, for her sake.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!”
And when I climaxed again, everything would repeat.
He would hold me, kiss me, and then tease and fondle me until he was hard again.
He was truly a demonic and cruel man, never satisfied with just a few rounds of sex and always toyed with me.
He would make me suck his cock, cum in my mouth, and then force me to swallow.
When I forced down that sticky liquid, he would stroke my chin or kiss me, praising me like I was a good dog.
Could the mistress endure such humiliation?
Could the mistress, who had always strived to maintain her dignity, withstand such degradation?
“You’re very enthusiastic.”
“…Because a beast like you can’t be left unchecked.”
Because Evan might do that to the mistress—something unspeakable.
I was only offering my body as a sacrifice.
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But at some point, I noticed the distance between the mistress and Evan becoming strangely close.
Sometimes Evan would put the master to sleep “for free,” and I would catch the mistress giving Evan strange looks.
Sometimes he wouldn’t come to my room at all, or he would come and just ask to use my arm as a pillow, lying quietly and falling asleep.
I wasn’t angry that Evan wasn’t having sex with me.
I was only afraid that he would direct his filthy lust elsewhere.
If Evan tried to seduce the mistress with his thrilling, enormous cock, what would I do?
If I lost Evan, or rather, if the mistress took him from me, what would I do?
I pretended nothing was wrong.
I observed them quietly for several days, wondering if Evan had grown tired of me, and even tried to spice things up.
I gave him a breast massage with soap suds in the bathroom, and I had sex with him in front of the mistress’s door while she was asleep.
And the more I indulged in this abnormal, clandestine sex, the stronger my conviction grew that Evan shouldn’t lay a finger on the mistress.
But the more I suspected and worried, the more often I saw the mistress and Evan together.
There was the time Evan reached for the mistress’s ass, then quickly pulled back when he saw me.
There was also the time the mistress touched Evan’s face, making the excuse that “he seemed to have a scratch.”
It was all too suspicious.
Every single one of their actions was suspicious.
Had Evan been up to something with the mistress?
Had he extended his lewd claws towards her, pinning her beneath him?
Repeated signals create an undeniable certainty.
Having witnessed their secret signals and passionate glances several times, I decided to test them, to gather concrete evidence.
That night was no different from any other.
The master came home pleasantly drunk, looking rather listless, and even though Evan hadn’t put him to sleep, he yawned and waved his hand dismissively.
“Shall I make you some tea?”
“No, no. It’s fine. I’m too tired these days. I’ll just go to sleep.”
The pig’s face was gaunt, and dark circles ringed his eyes.
Rumors were circulating in the market that the mistress was a seductress who kept her husband from sleeping, but I couldn’t understand what that man was blabbering about outside.
The fact that he fell asleep without Evan using his power was a good opportunity for me.
Evan brazenly poked my waist with his finger, hinting at a night of vigorous activity.
I steadied my quickening breath and shook my head.
If I refused him tonight, Evan would surely try to seduce the mistress.
Then I could catch them in the act and confront Evan.
I cleared my throat and said to Evan, who was subtly touching my ass,
“T-tonight’s no good. Y-you know, you didn’t put him to sleep…right?”
Even as I spoke, my heart pounded, and my face flushed with anxiety, wondering if Evan would force himself on me.
Evan’s eyes widened, and a smile spread across his handsome face.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“Huh? Uh… yes.”
I couldn’t deny it.
Strangely, I felt like I couldn’t refuse him more firmly.
My heart was racing, and I didn’t want to say anything that might hurt Evan.
I knew what this feeling was.
Fear.
Yes, I was definitely still afraid of Evan.
So, to prevent the mistress from being consumed by this fear, I had to witness Evan’s attempts to seduce her.
“You should have said so earlier. I was worried you didn’t want to sleep with me.”
“I-I’ve always hated it. I only do it because you pester me.”
“Right, right.”
Evan didn’t seem to believe me.
He withdrew, seemingly resigned, and the room was filled with the sound of quiet breathing.
I yawned softly and walked towards my room.
“I-I’m going to bed now. I’m tired. Since we’re not… doing that today, I can finally get some proper sleep.”
“Alright. Goodnight.”
Evan waved cheerfully.
I hesitated at my door, then turned back.
Evan was watching me.
I felt my fingers tighten and my thighs rub together.
This suggestive movement, hidden beneath my full maid skirt, was enough to make Evan smirk.
“W-what are you looking at?”
“You going to bed.”
“…Pervert.”
I said that and closed the door.
Leaning against it, I took a deep breath.
Whenever I closed my eyes, I could vividly recall Evan’s massive cock, me sucking it and the throbbing in my lower belly with each thrust from behind.
Yes, this was trauma.
Trauma I could never allow the mistress to experience.
I sat down on the floor, pressing lightly on my lower abdomen and gently stroked the slit beneath my panties.
I couldn’t bring myself to masturbate.
It was just an accident, my fingers brushing against my vagina through the fabric as I straightened my clothes.
“Haa…”
The pleasure of having sex with Evan kept coming back to me.
But I didn’t want to touch myself lewdly, moaning Evan’s name.
If I lost control now, I would cry out his name like a trained animal.
I had to endure.
If I made a sound, Evan would laugh.
Thinking I wanted him, he would barge right into my room.
I squeezed my legs together, gritting my teeth.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds outside.
“Mmm…!”
“Hngh…!”
And then, I heard faint moans from outside.
I cautiously opened my door and checked the master bedroom.
Through the slightly open crack, I saw two figures intertwined.
My heart pounded.
It pounded madly, far more intensely than before.
I took a deep breath and carefully crept closer.
“Mmm…! Mmm…!”
“If you’re too loud, he’ll wake up.”
“Mmm…!”
The moans grew louder as I approached.
The two figures pressed close together, then separated.
I knelt down and watched what was happening inside the room.
In the dim moonlight, Evan and the mistress were kissing.
The mistress, in a disheveled state unbefitting a noblewoman, was stroking Evan’s cock.
Evan’s hand was inside her skirt, moving like a restless insect.
“Mmm…! Ungh…! Hngh…!”
The mistress trembled and her hand covered her mouth.
“Ah…! Aaah…!”
I felt my body tremble.
Rage and betrayal welled up from deep inside me.
How… how could they do this?
How?
And then, in that moment…
I realized that my anger was unfocused.
Who was I angry at?
Evan, for defiling the mistress?
Or the mistress, for stealing Evan away from me?
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