Chapter 11 – Isabel and Elena (1)

“Ah! Ah! Hehe! Aww… ! Wait for a sec… ! Don’t stir… !”

Everything was for the lady.

“Am I rocking it from above? Are you pervert? Really?”

“No, I will… ! Are you wearing a skirt?”

“Ha… ! Uh… ! Oh… ! What you’re putting… See, see… ! Ask for it? Skirt… Kick it… ! West? Pervert baby… !”

Everything was really for the madam.

“Eh, like this? Like this… ! Ah… ! Aww… !”

It really was. The reason I mixed with Evan was for the sake of the madam. I could have done anything for the happiness and rest of the lady. I rode on top of Evan’s erect penis as if I were riding a horse, and I shook my waist while pulling up my skirt. The slimy liquid dripping and the semen he had just ejaculated mixed together to make a gooey sound.

“AA AA AA!”

And once again, he reached his climax and embraced Evan’s chest. Evan then patted my back, kissed my forehead, opened my mouth, and stuck her tongue in.

“Town… ! Huh… ! Churup… ! Ha…!”

Okay.

Everything was really for the madam.

If I don’t take the strength out of Evan’s thick, hot penis, this playboy might lay his hands on the mistress as well. If Evan doesn’t faint suddenly or run away from the mansion alone, the master will start beating again.

There was no way that a mistress who had melted into a comfortable life could withstand that cruel violence.

“Today, the madam suddenly soaked the bedspread in water. He said he wanted to clean it himself because it was so dirty, so I ripped it off and dried it.”

“You are a proud madam. He is also a person to be respected.”

“That’s right. By the way, what are those three kids going to do?”

“They? Who are they?”

“…The ones you paralyzed and left in the room.”

“Ah, I was confused because there were three of us. There is only one now.”

“…?”

After sex, Evan and I talked about what happened today. Evan handled miscellaneous chores around the mansion in the morning, and I was in charge of cleaning the inside of the mansion and dealing with the madam. Evan listened to me with a nod of his head, and he would poke my cheek or kiss me for a good job.

Occasionally, Evan said something incomprehensible, but the mansion had been running well so far anyway.

“Chi, don’t pretend to be friendly. You just say pervert. Uh?”

“Okay. Okay.”

After all, this was for the lady. Evan’s kiss made her face red, evidently because she was angry. Every time I thought about sleeping with Evan, my breathing became rough and my stomach felt hot. It was a reaction of rejection.

A rejection reaction that the body cannot accept physiologically because it is so terrible and unpleasant.

When I complained, Evan grabbed my buttocks, and once again pressed his erect penis against my lower belly and there, and rubbed against it. Without a single piece of fabric, when bare skin touched each other, I had no choice but to let out a strange moan and gasp for breath.

“Ah… !”

“Do it again?”

It was unavoidable.

It was because Evan wasn’t satisfied all at once because of my lack of ability. I said it was once under the contract, but what does that matter? If I don’t satisfy Evan, I don’t know what Evan will do.

“…Huh.”

So, this is all for the lady. Everything for the sake of Mrs.

“Ah! Aww! Haha! Whoops!”

Sometimes, while having sex, I remembered the first time I met the madam. The madam is a small and cute beauty with impressive white skin and black hair, and she boasts a porcelain doll-like appearance, so in my young mind, I unknowingly spit out exclamations.

At that time, the maid who was in charge of my education scolded me, but the young lady smiled and told me that she was a ‘really honest child’. Maybe at that time, seeing the madam who laughed at my mistake, I thought I wanted to live for this child alone.

“Aang! Ahh! Ugh! Hehe… ! Ah!”

And now, I was lying on the floor like a dog, accepting Evan’s ferocious penis. It was a cruel object that made my stomach ache and my mind dizzy every time I stabbed it deeply. Every time I wanted to let it go, crying like a beast, drooling vulgarly, I thought of the madam’s face.

Because the madam isn’t strong enough to accept this.

It’s just that I’m forced to do this for the sake of the madam.

“AA AA AA!”

And when it climaxes again, everything repeats itself. He hugs me and kisses me, then Evan kneads and teases me until I get an erection again. He’s such a devilish and cruel human being that he wasn’t satisfied with just a few rounds of sex, so he played with me.

He made me suck my erect penis, packed it in my mouth, and forced me to pass it with my mouth. When I forced myself to gulp the goo, he would stroke my chin or kiss me like I was a dog, complimenting me on the job well done.

Could the mistress endure such a humiliating appearance?

Can the madam, who has worked so hard to live a noble life, collapse like that?

“It is active.”

“…Because I can’t let a beast like you loose.”

Because Evan might do that to her, he might do something strange to her. I was just giving my body.

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But at some point, I felt the distance between the madam and Evan grow strangely closer. Occasionally, Evan would let the owner sleep, saying he would do it for free today, and I could see the madam cast a strange glance at Evan.

One day, he didn’t even come to my bedroom, or even if he came to my bed, I just asked for an arm pillow and went to bed quietly.

I wasn’t mad at Evan for not giving me sex.

It was only that he was afraid that Evan would unleash his filthy lust elsewhere. What should I do if Evan tries to seduce the lady with his thrilling and huge object? What should I do if Evan, no, the madam is taken away?

I pretended nothing was wrong. For a few days, I watched the dynamics quietly, and I prepared various events in case Evan was tired of me. He gave me a bubble bath with my breasts in the bathroom, and had sex with Evan in front of the door when the madam was asleep.

And, the more I had this abnormal and shady sex, the stronger the conviction in my heart that Evan shouldn’t extend his hand to the madam.

But the more I doubted and worried, the more often I saw Madam and Evan stick together. Evan had reached out to the madam’s ass, saw me, and slipped away.

I also saw the madam touching Evan’s face and making an excuse saying, ‘It looked like he had a scar.’

It was so award winning.

Every single action of the two was suspicious.

Could it be that Evan played some trick on the madam? So, isn’t he extending his obscene beast to the mistress and crushing it under his stomach?

A repeated signal creates a certainty that cannot be ignored.

After seeing the secret signals and passionate glances exchanged several times, I decided to test it out to get solid evidence.

That night was the same as usual. The owner, who was pleasantly drunk and somewhat lethargic, yawned and waved his hand, even though Evan hadn’t put him to sleep.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

“No. No. It’s okay. ‘Cause I’m so tired these days I should just take a nap.”

Saying that, the pig’s face was sunken, and dark circles appeared under its eyes. Rumors were circulating in the market that the mistress was a witch and kept her husband from sleeping, but I couldn’t understand what kind of mind that man was walking around outside.

Evan falling asleep despite not using his powers was a good opportunity for me too. Evan had the audacity to poke a finger in my lower back, foretelling tonight’s violent action.

I calmed down my rough breathing and shook my head.

Today, if I refuse to go to bed, Evan will of course have an affair with the lady.

Then I was able to attack the scene and argue with Evan.

I cleared my throat and said to Evan, who subtly put his hand on my butt.

“Oh, not today. Ah, as you know, what you put to sleep today… Oh, isn’t it?”

As I said this, I could feel Evan’s heart beating and his face heating up, anxious that he might run over me. Evan opened his eyes wide and looked at me, and he said with a big smile on his handsome face.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“Ah? Uh… Huh.”

I couldn’t deny that. Strangely, it was because it seemed that I shouldn’t have refused more firmly. My heart races, and I don’t want to say anything that could hurt Evan.

I knew what this feeling was like.

Fear. Okay. I was obviously afraid of Evan even now. So, in order to keep the madam from being engulfed in this fear, I had to look at Evan’s seduction of the madam.

“Don’t say it like that. I was surprised to know that you didn’t want to do anything with me.”

“Nah, I always didn’t want to do that. You’re begging me to do it, so I’m forced to do it.”

“Okay. Okay.”

Evan didn’t seem to believe me. He left as if he couldn’t help it, and the quiet breathing echoed through his room. I yawned a little and walked into the room.

“I-I’m going to cut my hair. Because i’m tired Today, that’s not even the case. I can sleep a little more comfortably.”

“Okay. Good night.”

Evan gently waved his hand at me. I held on to the door, hesitated, then turned my head again. Evan was looking at me. I felt myself tightening my fingers and rubbing my thighs. This sensational move, where the maid’s skirt was too wide to show through, was enough to make Evan laugh.

“What, what are you looking at?”

“You go to bed.”

“…Pervert.”

I said that and closed the door. He leaned against the door and took a deep breath. When I keep closing my eyes, I see Evan’s big penis and myself sucking it. I vividly remembered the beating of my lower stomach that rang every time I was hit from behind.

Okay. This is trauma

A trauma that the mistress would never have to go through.

Sitting on the floor, I passed the time gently pressing on my lower stomach and gently running my hand over the cracks in my panties. I couldn’t do any vulgar masturbation. It was just an accident that I accidentally brushed my finger across the fabric while trying to dress neatly.

“Ha… !”

I kept thinking of the pleasure of having sex with Evan.

But I didn’t want to gasp at Evan’s name while fumbling with my place. If I let go of the brakes once, I felt like I would call out his name like a tame animal.

You have to be patient. Evan will laugh when you hear it. Evan, who he thought wanted him, would come right into the bedroom.

I tightened my legs and gritted my teeth. I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds outside.

“Town… !”

“Huh… !”

And from outside, a faint moan was heard. I carefully opened the door and checked the bedroom. Through the crack in the slightly open door, two shadows were entangled.

My heart raced. My heart was beating like crazy, incomparable to the moment before.

I took a deep breath and moved cautiously.

“Um… ! Town… !”

“Would you wake up if I made a loud noise?”

“Town… !”

The moaning grew louder as he got closer.

The two shadows clung to each other and then fell again. I knelt down and sat down and looked at the scene in the room. Under the faint moonlight, Evan and the madam were kissing.

The madam was holding on to Evan’s genitals and shaking them up and down in a vulgar and disheveled outfit that she couldn’t show off as an aristocratic lady. Evan’s hand went inside the lady’s skirt and was wriggling like a bug.

“Town… ! Huh… ! Whew… !”

The madam covered his mouth and trembled with his body.

“Ah… ! Ah… !”

I felt my body tremble.

I felt anger and a sense of betrayal welling up from deep inside my body.

How, how could this be?

How?

And that moment.

I also realized that my feelings of anger were lost.

Who am I mad at?

To Evan who pollutes the mistress?

Or, to the madam who takes away Evan?