Chapter 208: Maid of the Black Dahlia Family (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 208: Maid of the Black Dahlia Family (2)[R-18]
The Black Dahlia Residence. Estelle’s Bedroom.
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“Hngh!... Ah...!”
Estelle, dressed in a nightgown so thin it was practically translucent, lay face down on the bed, stifling the moans that threatened to escape her lips.
“Hehe... Does that feel good, My Lady?”
“Ha...! Nngh!!.... Haa!... No!... S-stop it!”
“Oh my, your mouth says stop, but your body is quite honest, isn't it? Seeing you twitch so cutely like this... Well then, I’ll start putting it in now.”
“Ha...! Ah...! W-wait! Not there... if you put it in... n-no!... It feels... strange!... Hieeeek!!”
Press—!
As Frederica pressed her thumb firmly into the arch of Estelle’s foot, Estelle’s toes wiggled and curled with all her might.
“It... it hurts!... Frederica! I said it hurts! You... you can’t put your finger there!.. Hngh!”
“Please endure it just a little longer, My Lady. This is a very important spot for aiding blood circulation. It’s all for your sake.”
Watching Estelle’s lively reaction, Frederica let a gentle smile spread across her face.
How long had it been since the Young Lady had shown her emotions so honestly?
After ‘The Incident,’ when the Young Lady began to lose her expressions and feelings, turning into something like a doll, Frederica had been in despair.
Despite being saved by the Black Dahlia Family, she felt a crushing sense of helplessness at being unable to do anything for her precious Young Lady.
She had tried to reach out, but the more she did, the more Estelle seemed to suffer. In the end, Frederica had no choice but to step back and simply watch over her from a distance.
But then, like a miracle, hope arrived.
‘It’s all... thanks to Lord Ian and Lady Yuris...’
Ever since the two of them began visiting the manor to start the ‘Treatment,’ the Young Lady’s frozen time had begun to flow once more.
It wasn't just that the progression of her sensory loss had stopped; the recovery of her senses—something that had seemed impossible—had actually begun.
Of course, she still couldn't feel anything from her ankles to her pelvis...
But even so, every time she received the ‘Treatment,’ the range of sensation was slowly but surely expanding.
‘I hope that one day... I can walk and laugh with the Young Lady just like we did when we were children.’
Frederica prayed fervently that Estelle’s legs would fully regain sensation and that she would return to her old self.
Press—! Press—!
“Ah, nngh!.. Frederica! There... it feels a bit... strange... Haah!... Hngh!”
Frederica’s face flushed slightly at the sound of Estelle’s moans.
Gulp—
It was truly a joy to see the doll-like apathy vanish and her expressions become so much richer, but...
That dazed, melting voice she just made as if lost in pleasure, or the way her hands instinctively gripped the blankets.
‘Somehow, it feels like the Young Lady’s sex appeal is growing by the day...’
In particular, the closer it got to the day of Lord Ian’s ‘Treatment’ visit, the more pronounced it seemed to become.
Press—!
Continuing the massage, Frederica asked casually.
“My Lady, you’ve become much prettier lately. Your skin seems to have a better glow, too. Oh, come to think of it, the ‘Treatment’ day is coming up soon. Is that why you’re paying extra attention to yourself? Hehe.”
“Hngh...! W-what are you talking about!... All of a sudden!”
Estelle’s face turned beet red in an instant at Frederica’s sudden question.
“...It’s nothing like that at all.”
Estelle tried her best to steady her flustered heart, answering in a cold voice as if it were nothing.
“Hmm, is that so~?”
“...Nngh!”
Turning her gaze away to avoid Frederica’s mischievous eyes, Estelle found herself naturally thinking of Ian.
‘...Ian.’
A man who was infinitely kind and so very dazzling.
As if her frail and broken body wasn't enough, he was the man who never gave up on her and kept reaching out, even when she had tried to push him away with her twisted, ugly heart and various wounds.
He was someone she couldn't help but love.
That was why someone like Evelyn, who could shine brightly by his side, or someone pure like Lady Yuris, suited him best.
A girl like her, whose only possession was the ‘Vast Wealth of the Black Dahlia Family’ that she couldn't spend in a lifetime, had no right to be by Ian’s side.
‘I hope he’s always happy. Even if the person next to him isn't me... I just want Ian to be happy.’
And so, Estelle resolved never to reveal these feelings to Ian.
She decided that wishing for Ian’s happiness from afar was her way of loving him.
“My Lady...”
Watching Estelle’s profile, Frederica bit her lower lip.
Just looking at how she had tried to make macarons with her own clumsy hands to give to Lord Ian on the last ‘Saint Ellis’s Day’...
No, even without such special days, Frederica could feel how deeply the Young Lady loved Lord Ian just by the expressions and the look in her eyes that she only showed in his presence.
‘I’m truly sorry to Lady Yuris... but I might have to repay her kindness with betrayal.’
Convinced that the biggest reason the Young Lady couldn't approach him was because of Lady Yuris, Frederica made a firm, secret resolve.
Even to her eyes, Lady Yuris’s eyes practically dripped with honey whenever she looked at Lord Ian.
‘...For the sake of the Young Lady’s happiness, I will play the villain. Please... do not forgive me, Lady Yuris.’
In Frederica’s mind, a secret plan began to form: once the next ‘Treatment’ was over, she would send Lady Yuris back first so that the Young Lady and Lord Ian could spend some time alone.
Meanwhile, as Estelle continued her thoughts about Ian, her mind naturally drifted to her own problem.
‘...My clitoris... has gotten a bit... bigger.... It swells up so easily even if I just touch it a little...’
At first, she thought she was just imagining things...
But indeed, every time she received treatment, her clitoris was becoming slightly larger and more sensitive.
Of course, since she had no sensation, the idea that it had become ‘sensitive’ might just be an illusion.
However, as someone who had the habit of touching her clitoris as soon as she woke up in the morning to check for ‘sensation,’ Estelle could feel that subtle change.
But she couldn't tell Ian or Yuris about this change.
It was partly the shame, but she also knew that if the two people who were doing their best to ‘treat’ her found out about this symptom, they would surely worry.
But...
If by some chance... just some tiny chance...
If something like the manga she saw on the Gallery—‘Showing your clitoris as a morning greeting is common sense for a lady’—actually happened.
Or, even less likely, if ‘Ian developed a sexual interest in her body while performing the treatment’ and accidentally saw her clitoris up close?
‘...He’ll definitely... think it’s strange, right? He’ll wonder why my clitoris is so sensitive and large when I don't even have sensation... He might think I’m a lewd woman...’
Estelle knew in her head that worrying about such things was pointless.
After all, Ian wouldn't have even a speck of interest in her pathetic, frail body.
But once she had noticed it, she couldn't help but be bothered by it.
“There! My Lady, we’ll stop the massage here for today. The muscles around your ankles have softened up quite a bit!”
In the end, the only person Estelle could ask was her sister-figure, Frederica.
“Ah, right... thanks, Frederica.”
“Don't mention it. Your joy is my joy, My Lady. Well then, I shall take my leave, so please call me if you need anything.”
Just as Frederica gave a polite bow and reached for the doorknob, Estelle finally mustered her courage.
“U-um! Frederica... Big... Sister. Wait... I want to... ask something...”
“Yes! My Lady! Ask this Frederica anything!”
At the long-unheard title of ‘Big Sister,’ Frederica beamed and looked at Estelle.
“....”
But once they were face-to-face, Estelle couldn't bring herself to say the next words.
No matter how much Frederica was like family to her....
‘By any chance... what shape is your clitoris, Big Sister? What about the color and size? If it’s okay... could you show me once? I want to compare it with mine... because it feels like my clitoris has been getting bigger lately...’
*
How could she possibly say that!
In the end, instead of the question she intended to ask, Estelle hurriedly fumbled for other words.
“A-ah... no... it’s just that I’ve been having some strange dreams lately...”
“Dreams? Could they be... dreams about Lord Ian?! Oh my goodness!! Come now, don't worry about a thing and ask me, the master of romance!!”
Frederica’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Even though she had never had a single real romantic experience because she was too busy juggling almost every role in the Black Dahlia household—Head Maid, Chief Butler, Head Guard, and so on—except for being a chef...!
Thanks to the countless romance novels she had read in her spare time, Frederica truly believed she was a romance expert.
“No! It’s not like that! I-Ian is... j-just a friend... and the dream has nothing to do with him!”
“Hehe, My Lady. There’s no need to be shy. Everyone has those kinds of dreams when they fall in love. Flying through the sky together, or meeting alone in a secret place. In my case...”
Frederica excitedly began to pour out stories from the novels she had read to Estelle, as if they were her own experiences.
“R-really? You really did that, Big Sister?”
“Yes! Of course! But My Lady, from what I can see, you are far too passive. Sometimes you need to approach him more boldly. For example...”
Of course, naturally, most of the methods Frederica mentioned were either completely inapplicable to Estelle’s situation or just plain unrealistic.
“But... I’m not like you, Sister... I’m not pretty like you... and my chest is small...”
Estelle muttered softly.
Though she didn't say it, her gaze was fixed on her two legs.
“My Lady! How can you say such a thing!! You are so beautiful!! If you just stay still, people would have a hard time telling you apart from a doll!! So what if your chest is small!! Small breasts are a status! They have rarity value! And...!”
Stopping there, Frederica paused and gave a meaningful smile.
“My Lady, did you know that a ‘Foot Fetish’ is trending among men these days?”
“Foot... Fetish?”
When Estelle tilted her head and asked about the word she was hearing for the first time, Frederica nodded.
“Yes! It refers to a preference where one finds sexual attraction in small, white, pretty feet like yours, My Lady! I heard it’s quite a popular taste!”
“T-that’s ridiculous! W-who would!... Like a pervert... over something like feet...!”
“It’s not ridiculous at all! Of course, I don't have a foot fetish myself, but even I can see that your feet are truly works of art! They’re so small and dainty they could fit right in one hand, and every single toe is so beautifully straight! Even the shape of your nails is perfect, and especially the line of your ankle bone—it’s so smooth and soft. It’s rare to find someone with such perfect feet!”
Even while thinking there was no way that could be true, listening to Frederica’s passionate explanation...
‘...They really... get turned on... by feet...? ...Then... maybe... Ian too?... No, there’s no way... but...’
Imaginations of Ian touching her feet, kissing them, and licking them began to unfold on their own, causing Estelle’s face to flush once again.