Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: The Lady Who Wants to Make a Baby (6)
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“Satisfy him?”
Every single word out of Asbidal's mouth felt utterly novel. It was all so abstract, hard to grasp, yet he kept spouting more of the same vague nonsense.
“Yes. Just make him happy. It's only natural to fall for someone who brings you joy, right? Hehe.”
“Make Ganeghan... happy.”
Dia muttered the words, not quite sure what they meant.
It felt like she'd been handed an impossibly difficult task. And with it came a creeping anxiety. Why did she feel so uneasy?
It didn't take long to figure out the source of her unease. She realized she knew absolutely nothing about Ganeghan.
Come to think of it, she had no idea what made him smile or what brought him joy. She knew next to nothing. Her expression naturally soured.
“I don't know much about him.”
“That's fine. I do, don't I?”
“You know all about Ganeghan?”
As her voice wavered, Asbidal seemed to grasp her worry and grabbed both of her shoulders.
“Don't worry. You're concerned because I know so much about Mr. Ganeghan and we're especially close, right? But that's not the case at all.”
“Then how...”
“Mr. Ganeghan's a man, isn't he? Hehe. That's all you need. Men are all pretty much the same.”
“It's that simple?”
“Yep. It is. Hehe. It's like how a junkie loves their fix.”
“There's something all men like that much?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
At that, Asbidal shot out his index finger, pointing just below his navel, over his skirt.
“Pussy. Number one. Heh.”
Dia's movements froze for a moment.
Not because she couldn't understand the words, but because she had no clue how to react.
“...Why?”
“Instinct. All men are born that way. Hehehe.”
“So what do I do?”
“Just spread your legs and lie on the bed. Bonus points if you beg him to put it in. Kick.”
“That's really all it takes?”
“Yes. You've seen it in novels, right? Wild sex from nightfall till sunrise. Kee-hee-hee. Reality's not that different.”
As he spoke, Asbidal ran his hands over Dia's body.
Her breasts were just a touch smaller than his, but still a good size. He grabbed them firmly in his hands.
“W-What are you doing?!”
“Hehe. You seemed so worried, so I'm reassuring you. See? Not small at all. Breasts this size are perfect. This is a woman's weapon, weapon.”
Muttering to himself, Asbidal undid a few of Dia's shirt buttons.
“Leave it unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage. He'll be sneaking peeks for sure. Kick.”
“I'll do it myself!”
Twisting away from his grasp, Dia started undoing her own buttons. But Asbidal had plenty of other places to touch.
This time, the maid's hand slipped under Dia's skirt.
“H-Hey! Sua!”
The flustered young lady clamped her thighs together and shouted, but it did nothing to stop the maid's hand.
Even though her plump thighs were pressed tight, Asbidal's hand slithered in like a snake and stripped off Dia's underwear.
Brandishing the spoils like a trophy, Asbidal stretched it out between his hands.
Dia happened to be wearing white panties that day, adorned with cute little floral patterns. That was the real issue.
“Just go without these. Kee-hee-hee. I figured you'd be wearing something like this. Better not to wear anything so childish.”
“The others are in the laundry right now! I just put on whatever was available! It wasn't my choice...”
“I know, I get it. But don't wear these. Kick. Hehehe.”
With no intention of giving them back, Asbidal tucked Dia's panties into his bosom.
The problem was Dia's wardrobe size. Having grown up without many clothes provided, her dresses weren't varied.
The one she had on now was like that. Made to fit her child-sized frame years ago, it was quite tight on her now.
It already clung to her body, making the skirt naturally short. Going without underwear like this? One wider step, and her private parts would be on full display.
“...Do I really have to go this far?”
“To catch a mouse, you set a mousetrap.”
“And I'm the bait?”
“Exactly. When the mouse climbs on, just clamp down hard. Really squeeze with all your might, like you're crushing it and wringing it dry. Kee-hee-hee.”
Dia shook her head. Carefully keeping her thighs from spreading too much as she did.
“I have no idea what you're talking about...”
“You'll find out. Anyway, that's enough prep. Your body's amazing, miss. Honestly, just looking at your figure, you're better than Miss Abera. With this much exposure, Mr. Ganeghan will take the hint on his own.”
“I hope so, but...”
I know nothing, yet Sua was showing off like an expert on love.
It felt like wearing clothes that didn't fit, and the embarrassment welled up naturally from how clueless she felt.
But there was something else nagging at her too. The events from the first day she met Ganeghan.
If Asbidal was right, it was a simple principle.
Dia flashes a bit of skin, and Ganeghan charges at her like a novel hero. But memories of that first day made it hard to believe.
High on drugs, she'd exposed herself completely naked, yet all he'd done was touch her lightly with his hand.
Wasn't this going wrong already? Dia tapped her heel against the floor, unwittingly venting her anxiety. Asbidal wasn't oblivious.
“Feeling anxious?”
“...Yeah.”
“Kick. Want me to teach you one more real trick? This one's where you take the initiative.”
The moment Dia nodded, Asbidal shoved his index and middle fingers into her slightly parted mouth.
“Here. Suck on them.”
“Mmph?!”
Dia grabbed his wrist with both hands, but Asbidal seized the back of her head with his other hand. The maid had the stronger grip.
“Phee-hee-hee. Use your tongue as much as possible. Pretend it's Mr. Ganeghan's dick.”
“Mmmph...”
“Can't even trust your friend's words? They say this alone is enough to make him fall in love. With Ganeghan, even.”
Ganeghan. Love. Those two words weakened Dia's resistance.
“That's it. Tuck your jaw a bit and open wider. If your teeth touch, he'll wanna slap you... I mean, it'll hurt. Hehe. Kee-hee-hee.”
Following Asbidal's instructions, Dia began licking and sucking the two fingers forced into her mouth.
“Miss, it's not about just holding it like that. Bob your head back and forth.”
“Mmph...”
But naturally, practicing on fingers wouldn't make Dia skilled overnight.
The silver lining was her enthusiasm. Asbidal's fingers ended up drenched in saliva, but that didn't equate to proficiency. It was still amateurish to him.
'God, she's terrible.'
Swallowing those words, Asbidal pulled his fingers from her mouth.
Then, he guided Dia's hand to his own lips.
“This won't do. Watch me demonstrate, miss.”
But suddenly, Asbidal froze.
Drip. Blood trickled from his nose. Dia reacted in alarm.
“Y-You're bleeding!”
“Ah... Aah. Yeah. Time's up. Kee-hee. Hehehehehehe.”
Asbidal staggered to a corner of the room and rummaged in his bosom.
His wobbly gait was unnerving. What he pulled out was a syringe. His arm trembled so badly, it was doubtful he could inject properly.
“Ah... Hoo... That was close... Hehe.”
After who-knows-how-many injections, Asbidal stood up, and five empty syringes clattered to the floor.
His movements snapped back to normal in an instant. From stumbling to injecting, it all happened so fast that Dia wondered if she'd imagined it.
Anyway, he stuffed all the syringes back into his bosom, brushed past Dia, and headed for the door.
“Sua. You leaving?”
“Yes.”
“There's still more you were gonna teach me, right? You could stay if you're not busy.”
“Hehe. I think he's nearby.”
He muttered that to the puzzled Dia.
As Sua's hand reached for the doorknob...
“Miss. It's Ganeghan.”
There was a knock, followed by Ganeghan's voice.
Sua, hand on the knob, turned back with a grin and locked eyes with Dia.
'Do your best, miss.'
His lips formed the words silently before pressing down on the knob.