The Fragrant Scent of a Virgin Ass
The hypnosis I had placed on Seohwa was closer to a meticulous procedure that had undergone several complex processes.
First, I had targeted her emotions.
If it is for the Countess, she must cooperate.
Otherwise, the Countess will suffer.
Don't you want to be of help to the Countess?
In this way, I had simultaneously stimulated Seohwa's loyalty and guilt, prying open her psychologically vulnerable spots.
To put it simply, issuing direct orders from the start would create too much resistance and raise the odds of failure. So I had planted reasons that would allow her to accept it on her own.
It could also be viewed as preliminary work to loosen her defenses.
Next came the establishment of behavioral principles.
She would not refuse my requests if at all possible.
This was essentially pre-installing one of the many reactions Seohwa might show me in the future.
It could be called a form of behavioral suggestion.
In fact, even when I had demanded to see her panties that morning, Seohwa had displayed extreme contempt and disgust yet ultimately complied, hadn't she?
In the future, whenever I framed a demand as a request, that would act as the trigger, automatically generating a thought in Seohwa's mind—
Should I cooperate for the Countess...?
That moment of hesitation would arise.
The third element was conditional memory blocking.
Completely erasing memories seemed too risky, and since I hadn't tested it yet, I added several conditions instead.
I clouded the reason she found it difficult to refuse me, turning it hazy like fog so she couldn't recall it clearly.
Seohwa might wonder why she had to do this, but she would be unable to locate the logical source beneath it and would flounder in confusion.
Finally, self-rationalization.
If it is for the Countess, she must grant the Young Master's requests.
I had crafted this so it would feel completely natural, as though it were a sincere judgment arising from Seohwa's own heart rather than an external impurity forced upon her.
She must never sense that she was being forcibly manipulated.
By making her mistake it for voluntary will, I hoped the psychological resistance would decrease somewhat.
With all this in place, Seohwa would conclude:
I suppose I have to endure this.
For the Countess, I guess I must accept this much.
And with that, she would have grounds for acceptance.
Only after undergoing such a multilayered brainwashing process did Seohwa finally show me her panties.
And now.
“...Tsk.”
Even as she fixed me with a gaze brimming with utter contempt and condemnation, Seohwa could not release the hem of her skirt that she herself was holding up.
That morning she had dropped it before I could properly savor the sight, which had been disappointing... but not this time.
I squatted down on the floor and pushed my face directly beneath her skirt.
The black garter belt digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, squeezing tight.
The bold lace panties exposed above it.
The faint crease pinched at the center of those panties looked even more obscene and perverted than the brief glimpse I had caught that morning.
“Haa...”
I shifted positions, moving behind her this time.
Seohwa’s firm, bouncy ass had shown a clear outline even beneath the maid uniform, but seeing it fully exposed like this revealed that its volume was nothing short of violent.
Whoa, just look at that overwhelming ass flesh.
Sensual buttocks overflowing the edges of the lace panties, the kind that would jiggle vulgarly with the slightest movement.
I savored the view and slowly drew in a breath.
Ssssssip—
Seohwa’s scent, somehow both sweet and subtly delicate... the pleasant, distinctly female body odor that seemed to seep straight into my lungs...
The instant my nose drew so close it was nearly buried in the cleft of her ass, I saw her buttocks quiver with tension.
And then.
Whoosh—!
She yanked her skirt down in a flash, spun around, and stepped back. Swallowing my regret, I rose to my feet.
Seohwa’s gaze had frozen over like a sheet of ice. Open, undisguised fury poured from it without the slightest attempt at concealment.
The fact that she had just offered the scent of her ass to me must have been unbearably humiliating.
I’m definitely the first person to ever smell Seohwa’s ass.
Mmm! That fragrant virgin ass scent.
Fuck, that turns me on so much.
How nice it would have been to simply close my eyes and bury my nose right in it.
But that would have undone all the effort I had put in so far.
Just a little more patience.
Just a little longer...
“Do not cross the line. I have no recollection of permitting you to sniff around like a dog, Young Master.”
Her cool crimson eyes pierced me like blades.
“Yeah. I know. I’m sorry. You’re right this time, Seohwa. I messed up.”
I apologized obediently and took a step back, yet the veiled, razor-sharp aura clinging to Seohwa’s expressionless face refused to dissipate.
Whoa, this is way too terrifying. Time to change the subject.
“I was thinking of heading to the study.”
“......”
At the word study, Seohwa stared at me with subtly narrowed eyes, as though she had heard something incomprehensible.
“...I will guide you.”
“Thanks.”
Phew... Looks like I got through it.
For now, I needed to reach the study and examine what I wanted to check.
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People do not change easily.
At least, that is what Seohwa believes.
If people could transform so simply, the Countess would never have endured such prolonged heartache.
Opportunities had been granted countless times.
He would cause trouble, beg for forgiveness, spout empty promises about never doing it again, only for Reid Hesed to commit an even greater offense mere days later.
Each time, Seohwa had witnessed Iris collapsing in despair and sobbing alone in empty rooms.
She could not count how many times she had fought the urge to slap that loathsome face and beat some sense into him.
Though she despised the worthless scumbag Reid, he was still the precious son the Countess cherished. For that reason alone, Seohwa had at least treated him like a person. Which made Reid’s sudden change extremely unsettling.
There was no way she could believe it.
A person changing overnight?
The mountain of karmic debt Reid had piled up was far too vast for such naïve expectations.
...Yet it was strange.
Even though she told herself not to believe it, several actions he had shown since morning kept nagging at her mind.
Could it truly be different this time?
No, that was impossible.
The harder she tried to dismiss it, the more an inexplicable unease lingered in her chest, leaving Seohwa deeply unsettled.
Unable to understand why she felt this way, she could not organize her thoughts.
Perhaps that was why.
The moment she rounded the corner leading to the study, something large enough to block her vision appeared right before her face. Without thinking, purely on reflex, she twisted her body with a sharp whoosh and evaded it.
She hadn’t even had time to remember that Reid was following right behind her.
Crash!
“Ugh...?!”
“Kyaa?!”
“Ah.”
With no chance to dodge, Reid collided head-on with the maid who had been hurrying along with a laundry basket full of clothes.
A short scream rang out as the laundry spilled everywhere. Reid, struck directly, tumbled to the floor.
The maid’s face drained of all color in an instant.
Seohwa let out a short sigh and closed her eyes.
She knew exactly what would happen next without needing to watch.
He would rise, scowl, spew curses, and immediately start slapping her to vent his anger.
Just as he had always done.
“Ah, shit...”
As expected, a thoroughly irritated voice leaked out.
“Ah... Y-Young Master... I-I’m s-sorry...!”
The maid cowered, unable to raise her head.
Reid, now standing, looked down at the trembling maid for a moment.
She was shaking like a frightened squirrel, lips twitching as though ready to unleash a torrent of abuse at any second.
Seohwa unconsciously stepped closer and subtly extended her hand.
If he tried to strike her, she would intervene.
But Reid only pressed his brow tightly, then exhaled a long sigh.
“...Haa. It’s fine. I should have watched where I was going.”
“......???”
Seohwa blinked like someone witnessing the impossible.
What had he just said?
Had that scumbag... actually held back his anger?
What followed was an even more unfamiliar and unbelievable sight.
“Are you hurt?”
“Ah... Eh? Y-Yes...?”
“I asked if you’re injured anywhere.”
“N-No! I’m fine...!”
“Tsk. Why are you carrying so much at once?”
Even while grumbling, Reid picked up the scattered laundry one piece at a time and returned it to the basket.
“From now on, split the load or carry it in multiple trips. Do you want to regret it only after someone gets seriously hurt?”
“N-No, Young Master. Th-Thank you. Thank you so much...!”
“......”
Even after the maid finished bowing repeatedly and hurried away, Seohwa could only stare blankly at the scene.
Was that... truly Reid Hesed?
When Reid turned and gave her a look that asked what she was doing, Seohwa finally snapped back to her senses.
“Why were you reaching your hand out?”
“...It was nothing.”
Seohwa naturally withdrew her hand and turned away.
...People do not change easily.
At least, that is what Seohwa believes.
The incident that had just occurred.
It must have been a coincidence—his mood had simply been decent, or perhaps it was only a fleeting whim.
It had to be.
...And yet.
The image of Reid swallowing his irritation toward the maid kept resurfacing in her mind. Seohwa pressed her lips tightly together against an inexplicable wave of discomfort.
The confusion blooming in the corner of her chest refused to settle.