The Test
There are things no amount of reading can ever teach you. A book may serve as a signpost, but it can never be an answer key.
Ever since they had returned from the lingerie shop, Veronica had stayed up through the night, tearing through volume after volume in search of an answer. Even so, she had not found the one she wanted. The unanswered question only bred more questions, each one chasing the tail of the last. The feeling still lingered in a corner of her heart, tormenting her.
She closed the book and rang the bell for her maid. A moment later the door opened, and Emma stepped inside.
"You called for me, my lady."
"Mm. You came."
Emma offered her greeting, then sat on the sofa across from Veronica. It was a liberty no ordinary maid would have dared take, and Veronica would never have tolerated it from any of the others. But Emma was different. She was one of the few people Veronica truly trusted — a retainer, and a friend. And Veronica was not the type to stand on ceremony with someone she had summoned for advice.
Emma took in Veronica's troubled expression and the books piled in disarray across the desk. Veronica had always had a habit of staying up all night hunting through books whenever something puzzled her. More often than not, she found her answers there. Today, it seemed, she had not.
Emma spoke carefully.
"Is something troubling you, my lady?"
"It's nothing else. It's about Katrina."
"Lady Katrina, you mean…"
Katrina. No — Leopold. Had that boy done something to sour her ladyship's mood?
Emma had never liked Leopold. Not before he had come to the estate, and not since. For one thing, the very idea of a man dressing as a woman to dodge military service was pathetic. If you were born a son of this nation, wasn't it only natural to serve and distinguish yourself? If you were born with a cock, you ought to at least have some courage. And of all places, he had to show up at their estate. The master of the house was often away, leaving her ladyship alone more often than not. There had been times Emma suspected Leopold had come here with impure intentions.
Not anymore, of course. Emma had a fairly clear idea of what went on every night. What her ladyship saw in that pretty-boy gigolo, she couldn't begin to guess. But a servant commenting on her mistress's nighttime affairs was crossing a line, and Emma had swallowed her grievances all this time. If the table were ever set for her to speak them, though, she had every intention of saying it all.
"Yesterday, when we went out for a bit…"
But the story that came out of Veronica's mouth was nothing like what Emma had expected. Lady Veronica had been jealous? And of that tomboyish little brat Adela, of all people? Emma nearly dropped the teacup in her hand.
"Emma. That feeling I had then — what was it?"
As far as Emma was concerned, it was jealousy rooted in possessiveness. But calling it love felt like a stretch. Wasn't their relationship built on nothing more than the sexual? She hesitated, then chose the safest answer she could.
"…I don't know, my lady."
"Is that so? Even you don't know."
"I'm sorry, my lady."
"No. It's all right not to know."
Emma wiped the cold sweat from her brow. She trusted and followed Veronica, but moments like these made her stomach twist.
"So I thought I'd run a little test."
"What sort of test, my lady?"
"Nothing difficult. But I'll need your help."
Knock, knock, knock—
"Lady Katrina. Lady Veronica requests your presence."
"Yes, I'll be right out."
The person standing there today was not the maid who usually came for her. A light-brown bob that cut off just short of her shoulders. Sharp eyes and an expressionless face. And… the flattest chest in the entire estate.
Emma, was it? I'd heard she was the maid Veronica trusted most. That aside, she always seemed to disapprove of me, which made her perpetually uncomfortable to be around.
"Her ladyship has issued a special order today."
"This is… a blindfold?"
"Put this on and follow me."
A black blindfold trimmed with lace. I was afraid of what they might do to me today, but refusal wasn't an option. I obediently covered both eyes with it.
"But how am I supposed to walk like this…?"
"Haa… Take my hand and follow."
Led by Emma's hand, I made my way toward Veronica's room. With my sight cut off, every other sense sharpened. The texture of the floor beneath my feet. The draft that tickled my cheeks. Even the sound of our two sets of footsteps echoing down the corridor. Information I would never have noticed on an ordinary day poured into my head.
"Go on in."
The moment I stepped into the room, a familiar scent teased my nose — the smell of books packed tight on the shelves, and the sweet warmth of Veronica's body.
"You're here?"
Veronica's voice. For some reason, it put me at ease.
"Yes, Sister."
"Mm. Come here, will you?"
"Is this the right way…?"
"That's it. You found me."
I moved toward the sound of her voice. It came from right in front of me. At the same time, someone's hands pressed down on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. There was no gentleness in the touch. Emma's hands, then. As I knelt, I felt the smooth, cold texture of leather. I must have been kneeling in front of the sofa.
A brief silence. Then Veronica spoke.
"Today, I'd like you to service me."
"What…?"
"I'm always the one doing the servicing, aren't I? I want to be on the receiving end for once."
She said it as casually as I bought dinner yesterday, so today's your turn — but the content was anything but. And had I ever asked her to do any of it? She'd done it all because she wanted to. I had plenty I wanted to say, but I gave up almost immediately. We'd already come this far. I'd figured it would happen eventually.
I nodded and leaned in toward Veronica.
Even with my eyes covered, the damp heat told me exactly where her pussy was. As I drew in close enough for it to fill my face, an unfamiliar scent hit me — along with the salty smell of sweat. Coarse pubic hair tickled my nose.
Something feels different…
Leopold stuck out his tongue the way a dog laps at water. Warm, soft flesh met it, and he began to carefully lick at the pink bud of her sex.
"Nnhh…♡!?"
A moan — higher, more desperate than he'd expected. It was a sound he'd never heard from Veronica. Not that he'd ever heard her moan before. So even Veronica made those bitch-in-heat sounds when you sucked her pussy.
The surprise, mixed with a sudden sense of conquest, sent a rush of heat through me. It was the first time I'd ever felt anything like that toward Veronica. Without realizing it, Leopold began to throw himself into the service. He pressed his mouth to her labia and slid his tongue inside, and a salty, filthy taste bloomed across it. He drank the juices that kept welling up, pressing his stiffened tongue hard against her inner walls.
As he worked her with his tongue, something small and hard brushed his upper lip. Her clitoris, swollen and erect. Leopold parted his lips, took the little bean into his mouth, and began to suck.
"Ahhk♡ W-wait, stooop…!"
She grabbed Leopold's head and yanked it hard against her pussy. Even as he felt like he was going to suffocate, Leopold didn't stop his tongue.
This pretty-boy gigolo…! Why the hell is he so good at eating pussy…♡!
Meanwhile, Emma was drowning in a pleasure she had never felt in her life. For all that she'd looked down on him as a pretty-boy parasite, Leopold was still a proper noble. And that noble was on his knees, blindfolded, eating pussy at a single word from her ladyship — unable to even resist. And not some rich young lady's pussy, either. A common-born maid's. Hers. Conquest and superiority tangled together into a strange, dizzying arousal.
"Nnhh… haaauh♡!"
Her breathing grew ragged, her gasps coming faster. I could tell she was about to climax. But something was wrong. No matter how I turned it over, this was not how Veronica would react. The scent of her body. The moans. Even the force of the hand pressing down on my head. The doubts kept piling up.
Leopold opened his mouth to ask the truth — but Emma's orgasm beat him to it.
Psshh—
Her cunt clamped down around Leopold's tongue and sprayed white fluid across his face. Emma's juices soaked him. A thick, filthy scent spread through the air.
I hesitated, then asked.
"…Sister? Is that you?"
The answer that came back was a laugh — from a direction I hadn't expected at all. Judging by the sound, she was standing somewhere behind me.
"Impressive. How did you know?"
I tore the blindfold off in shock. The scene that unfolded before my eyes was a shock in itself. Emma, gasping for breath, still lost in the aftershocks of her climax. And behind me, Veronica, wrapping her arms around me with a smile. I could only stare, dumbfounded. It felt as though my brain had simply stopped thinking.
"Why… why would you do something like this…"
Veronica didn't answer my trembling voice. Instead, she jerked her chin at Emma — a silent order to leave. Emma, still panting, straightened her clothes and left the room. She didn't forget to shoot me a glance on her way out.
That left only Veronica and me.
She came close, seized my chin, and forced my face up.
"Wai—, mmph—"
At the same instant, Veronica's soft lips crashed over mine. Her familiar scent wrapped around my mouth and nose. She sucked on my lips as if she meant to devour me, and she didn't stop there — her tongue pushed into my mouth. I clamped my jaw shut in panic, but her tongue slipped in as if my resistance were nothing, stirring through the inside of my mouth. From there, it was a one-sided kiss. Every time I tried to pull my tongue back, she rolled hers after it, dragging it right back to her.
Veronica plundered my mouth for a long time before she finally, slowly, pulled away. A silver thread stretched between us, then snapped.
"That was an entertaining test. And I'm very satisfied with the results."
She whispered, wiping Emma's juices from my cheek with her finger.