The Noblewoman Under the Desk
The Letemis family mansion.
Lady Marcella’s bedroom.
Deep into the night, the room was bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight.
The air was thick and heavy with an aphrodisiac scent that stirred the senses.
On the bed.
Lady Marcella lay atop the pristine white sheets.
Her voluptuous breasts rose and fell rhythmically, and her blonde hair was splayed wildly across the pillows.
Her naked body was flushed a deep, heated red, reacting sensitively to even the slightest touch.
"Hnnng… deeper… deeper still…"
Marcella was racing toward the peak of pleasure.
A young maid kneeling to her left was slowly, obsessively sliding a thick dildo with a black leather handle in and out of the lady’s pussy.
The surface of the dildo glistened, drenched in slick, and every thrust produced a wet, squelching sound that echoed through the room.
Another maid on her right was teasing her hardened nipples, sucking on them with her tongue.
Every time the maid’s lips clamped down, Marcella’s body would twitch, and she would release a ragged, gasping breath.
"Ah… aah…! There…! That’s the spot…!"
The maid’s touch was something she had grown accustomed to over the years.
Yet, tonight, Marcella’s body was reacting with far more intensity than usual.
Every time the dildo pushed deep inside, her thighs would tremble, and every time her nipples were sucked, she would let out a loud, piercing moan.
"Haa, ugh… it, it feels so good…!"
Marcella’s body heaved violently.
Her juices sprayed like a fountain, soaking the maid’s wrists, and her body shuddered for several seconds, lingering in the afterglow of her climax.
"Haa… haa…"
As the maid withdrew the dildo, the entrance to Marcella’s pussy pulsed, opening and closing rhythmically.
The other maid licked her nipple one last time before standing up.
The maids retreated.
Left alone on the bed, Marcella stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
The climax had come, but…
It wasn’t enough.
If anything, she craved more.
'…This isn't it. It's not enough.'
Marcella slowly sat up.
Brushing back her disheveled hair, she recalled that night from a few days ago.
Han Seru.
Just the thought of his face made her lower parts burn with heat once more.
'How many times did he… that night…'
Marcella caressed her own pussy with her hand.
That night.
Seru had pushed her like a beast.
At first, he grabbed her hips from behind and slammed into her with wet, rhythmic thuds.
Then, he laid her down and drove into her as if he were hammering her from above.
And after that, he sat her up facing him, plunging deep and sending her to heaven over and over again.
He never tired.
No, it wasn't that he didn't tire… it was as if the more he fucked, the stronger he became.
'That thick, hard cock of his… every time it tore through my insides… my mind would go completely blank.'
His appearance was perfect, too.
His black hair, damp with sweat, clung to his forehead.
The warm, gentle smile beneath those sharp, piercing eyes.
Broad shoulders, a firm chest, a lean waist.
Every line of his body looked perfectly sculpted.
And above all… that endless stamina.
'Even after ejaculating once, he went right back at it… he kept thrusting even while he was coming. I couldn't even count how many times I reached the peak… every time I climaxed, he went harder, deeper… even when I cried out, "I'm breaking… I'm really breaking!", he didn't stop. I've never known a man like that. Not my late husband, not any man I've met since… none of them could ever do that.'
Marcella inserted a finger into her pussy.
Her insides, still hot and wet, tightened around her finger as if sucking it in.
"Haa… Sir Seru…"
A thirst that could never be quenched.
'Since that day… no one has been able to satisfy me. Even when I call other men, or have the maids do it… it doesn't compare to the pleasure I felt then.'
She had called for strong, young men.
She had tested them time and time again.
But—
Not one of them.
Not one could reach that level.
Marcella recalled the final scene of that day.
The sight of Seru adjusting his clothes as he stood up.
He had spoken in a voice that was soft, yet firm.
"My Lady. Our private meetings end today. Please keep in mind that until the selection process for the Goddess's Choir is over, we cannot meet, to ensure a fair and impartial judgment."
At those words, Marcella felt a pang of regret.
A desire to continue surged within her.
'…Does he not want to be with me anymore?'
Marcella bit her lip.
Along with the disappointment, a thrill bloomed once more.
The anticipation of having found a new, unprecedented joy—a new man.
Before she knew it, her daughter’s affairs had been pushed to the back of her mind.
She purely wanted to satisfy her own desires first.
"Sir Seru… I want to see you again… hnnng…"
Her fingers began to move.
As she rubbed her pussy and thought of Han Seru, her desire showed no signs of fading.
If anything…
It was burning deeper and hotter.
A sunny morning.
I was sitting at my desk, looking down at a musical score.
I still wasn't satisfied with the chorus of the new hymn, so my hand, clutching the pen, wouldn't stop moving.
Bright sunlight was pouring in through the window, but my mind was completely filled with notes, lyrics, and the voices of the choir candidates.
Just then, I heard the sound of the door opening.
"Sir Seru?"
It was Queen Regina’s soft, warm voice.
I looked up and greeted her with a smile. I quietly set my pen down.
"Your Majesty, you've come."
"Yes. May I come in for a moment?"
"Of course. By all means."
Regina smiled and stepped inside.
I didn't stand up, just stared at her intently.
"My apologies. I injured my leg while jogging this morning. Please be generous in overlooking the fact that I am addressing you while seated."
"Hmm…? Why are you being so formal… Wait, you injured your leg?"
Regina looked surprised and started to approach in a single stride.
I quickly raised a hand to stop her.
"It's fine! Please, stay right there! It’s just a minor sprain. Just stay seated where you are. That is what would please me most."
She stopped dead in her tracks.
"Sir Seru… you shouldn't get hurt."
Her eyes were full of concern, but she followed my words well and didn't come any closer.
Regina obediently sat on the sofa in front of the desk, looking at me with a worried face.
"Are you really alright?"
"Yes, I think it will be better after a good day's rest."
"You shouldn't overexert yourself."
I cleared my throat and changed the subject.
"But… what brings you here at this hour?"
Regina smiled.
"I’m planning to go hunting with the ministers this afternoon. I thought it would be nice if you came along, Sir Seru."
That was the moment.
"Cough…!"
A very small sound leaked out from somewhere.
Regina tilted her head.
"Did you cough?"
"Pardon?"
I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Ah, yes, yes. I keep coughing. Cough! Cough!"
"Are you sick somewhere?"
"No, there’s just a lot of dust in the room. I’ll have someone come and clean it thoroughly."
"I wonder if your body has weakened from all the training lately."
"Do not worry. I am healthy."
I lifted my arm and exaggeratedly flexed my bicep.
Regina chuckled.
"Is the choir selection going well? Are the Five Great Families giving you any trouble?"
"Ah! The work is proceeding smoothly. The Five Great Families are also following along diligently. There are no problems yet."
"That’s a relief. Still, if they bother you, tell me anytime. I will firmly restrain them with the Queen's authority."
"Yes, thank you."
Queen Regina smiled and stood up.
"Then, I shall be going. See you at the hunting grounds this afternoon."
She approached and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.
"…I wish night would come quickly."
A single sentence whispered as she left.
Her affectionate gaze lingered for a moment before she turned away.
The door closed.
Her footsteps faded down the hallway.
"Whew."
I let out a long sigh of relief.
"That was almost a close call."
I looked down.
Under the desk.
Lady Marcella was there.
She was crouched between my legs, sucking on my hardened cock.
"Slurp… suck… slurp, slurp!"
It felt incredible.
She was a woman who knew how to suck a cock like no other.
"I told you not to come, and yet you came again… have you lost your mind?"
"Hnnng… suck, mwah."
When I scolded her, Marcella looked up at me with pathetic, pleading eyes.
Even then, she didn't let go of the cock in her mouth, instead sucking even harder.
"Aaah… cock tastes so good…!"
Her eyes were glazed with ecstasy.
Saliva and pre-cum were mixed, dripping stickily from the corners of her mouth.
I muttered under my breath.
"My Lady… you really are something else."
I gently stroked her blonde hair with one hand.
Marcella narrowed her eyes as if enjoying my touch, swallowing my cock deep into her throat.
At the same time, an unbearable pleasure surged up my spine.
"Kuh…! My Lady, I'm coming…!"
I grabbed her head with both hands and drove my cock deep inside.
Splurt! Splurt, splurt!
I ejaculated right into her mouth.
"Ugh…! Mmph…!"
Marcella’s eyes widened as she struggled to swallow it all.
"Nng…! Mmph…! Gulp, cough!"
Some of it leaked out between her lips.
As I pulled my cock out, she gasped for air.
I could even see pubic hair stuck between her teeth.
"Haa… that’s good."
I let out a satisfied sigh, pushed my chair back, and stood up.
I grabbed Marcella’s arm and pulled her to her feet.
"I can't hold it back. Over here."
I took Marcella to the window and had her place her hands on the windowsill.
Her voluptuous buttocks naturally jutted out behind her.
When I lifted her dress to her waist, her pussy, already soaked, was revealed.
I brought my cock to the entrance of her pussy and plunged it deep in one go.
"Ahhhk…!"
Marcella’s body trembled violently.
She wore an expression of pure joy, as if she had been waiting for this moment.
"Since you're here, let's have some fun."
I grabbed her waist and began to thrust hard.
Perhaps because I had been holding it in, my strength was fully behind every movement.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack, thwack, thwack!
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed deliciously through the room.
With the bright sunlight pouring in through the window, her voluptuous buttocks swayed and bounced with every strike.
"Ugh… haak…! Si, Sir Seru…! I'm so happy…!"
"Happy? Hehe, Mommy's pussy is excited."
I gritted my teeth and thrust even harder.
She had come to me because she wanted it, so I intended to provide the best service possible to send her off.
To heaven, to her home.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
I accelerated the pace and whispered into her ear.
"Haa, haa! I… I like your pussy, too. From now on, whenever I call, bring this pussy to the palace immediately. Do you understand?"
"Of course…! Of course…! If Sir Seru calls, this Marcella will become your personal pussy…! Whether it's the palace or the villa… night or day…! This pussy… I will always keep it wide open and waiting for you… Aaang…!"
Marcella’s pussy tightened like crazy.
Clutching the windowsill, she shuddered and reached her climax.
"Aaaahhhhhㅡ!!"
I, too, felt the urge to ejaculate and poured my semen into her pussy.
'The Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art… it really is amazing.'
Looking down at Marcella, who was panting against the window, I smiled with satisfaction.
'To think even a noblewoman like this would come seeking me. I guess once you get a taste, you can't forget it.'
I felt a sense of pride.
I wanted to advance to Level 5 of the Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art as soon as possible.
"My Lady, you brought the honey wine again, right?"
It was time to put the honey wine into the mysterious jar.