Practice Continues
“...Huh?”
Her eyes flew wide, round as a startled rabbit’s.
“I’ve always worried that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy my future spouse, because I’m not used to that sort of thing.”
“You seemed so composed in the bathhouse, I thought you must be used to women already...”
“I was just pretending I wasn’t embarrassed, so no one would realize I wasn’t used to it. I was actually extremely tense inside.”
“I see...”
I kept my tone serious as I went on, and she stared back at me with eyes still wide in surprise.
“You may think this sounds ridiculous, but this is a very serious concern for me. If Selena were to be disappointed, I’m not sure I could bear the shock.”
“I’ve heard that men worry about that sort of thing. But... practicing for the bedroom? Then that means you’d be... doing penetration too, right? That’s a little...”
“That isn’t necessary. It’s only practice, after all.”
That was, of course, a lie.
First I would use practice as an excuse, then gradually raise the stakes until I went all the way.
“A-are you really saying you’ll marry my daughter if I let myself be your practice partner?”
“Yes.”
Angela fell into thought again.
I’d seen her hesitate many times before, but never once like this, with such obvious inner conflict.
“For that child’s sake...”
After murmuring that to herself, she seemed to make up her mind, though her confidence was still nowhere to be found.
“As long as there’s no penetration... I’ll help you.”
“Thank you. Then tonight...”
“Yes...”
After parting from Angela, I practically crowed inside.
This gave me an excuse to get even closer to her.
As for the promise to marry Selena, I could always take that back later, once Angela had become a body that couldn’t live without me.
Maybe she would even be the one to ask to cancel it first.
With the butler’s work done for the day, I was walking alone through the hall in a light mood when I turned a corner and ran into someone.
“Verita?”
“Ian. Are you returning to your room?”
“Yes. What about you, Verita?”
“I am as well.”
“Ah...”
And just like that, I’d already run out of things to say.
Verita was a kind superior, but unlike her serious demeanor, she had a habit of saying bizarre things at random, which made her a little hard to deal with.
Still, she was undeniably beautiful.
Unlike when she was outside, she wasn’t wearing her sunglasses at home, and the first time I saw her without them, I’d been shocked by how much prettier she was than I’d expected.
Her sharp, cool features gave her the air of a cold city woman, a look that matched her usual restrained expression so well I’d almost wondered whether the household hired secretaries based on appearance alone.
But even if someone was easy on the eyes, that didn’t mean they were easy to approach.
Verita was exactly that kind of person. She blurted out strange things at every turn, so I could never quite bring myself to treat her casually.
“W-well, I should get going.”
“Ian.”
“Yes?”
It was obvious from my voice that I was tense.
What sort of nonsense was she going to say this time?
“Are your urges being properly managed?”
“Uh... huh?”
Was she seriously asking me that so directly?
“You are not only the young lady’s friend, but also my direct subordinate. As the head butler, I have a responsibility to monitor your condition.”
Her face remained expressionless, but her tone was full of seriousness.
I should just answer quickly and escape.
“Ah, well... yes. More or less.”
“From your reaction, it appears you are not properly relieving yourself.”
It’s not that. It’s just awkward talking about this with a woman.
“Sexual frustration is a rather significant enemy of butler work. Please make sure to relieve it regularly. Or perhaps...”
Perhaps? Perhaps what?
With my relationship to Angela already hanging over me, and with Verita of all people standing here, I was getting unreasonably nervous.
“Are you the type who makes a lot of noise while relieving yourself?”
“...Huh?”
“If you’re worried about people hearing, there is no need. This mansion has high-grade soundproofing, so unless one is right up against the door, ordinary sounds will not escape.”
I appreciated the concern, but she was being a little too considerate about something so sensitive.
I was about to hurry off with a quick goodbye when she spoke first.
“If you are unable to relieve yourself properly, come to me. I will assist you.”
“Huh?”
I’d known she was open-minded, but I hadn’t expected this.
“I can teach you a technique that recreates the feel of a woman’s body using konjac.”
“Ah...”
For a second I thought she meant she’d help me with her own body, and that startled me badly.
“Since the topic has come up, shall I teach you tonight? I have business right now, so I should be available late at night.”
“No, I’m fine. I have something to do tonight.”
I needed to practice my night work with Angela, so I had no time to be fondling konjac.
“I see. Today as well.”
“Huh?”
Today as well?
“You worked hard today as well. Tomorrow we will be washing the bedding in the empty rooms, so it may be a bit strenuous. Please keep that in mind.”
“Ah, yes. Understood.”
“Then.”
With a slight bow, Verita passed by me.
Just a brief conversation, and I was already drained.
Come to think of it, I’d planned to ask her about Angela’s story, but I’d been so distracted that I’d forgotten.
When I looked back, Verita was already walking far ahead, no ghost at all—just a slender figure receding down the hall.
I’d ask her next time.
So I returned to my room, calmed myself down, and before long it was midnight.
As before, I waited inside the bathhouse, and Angela came in naked.
“Angela.”
“...”
Even though we had already gone as far as a handjob yesterday, she was still covering her most important parts in embarrassment.
Her face was red again, and her eyes kept sliding away to the side, just like yesterday.
Still, our relationship was different from yesterday now.
“Angela. Could you show me your body properly? I think I need to see it often if I’m ever going to get fully used to a woman’s body.”
“Ah, yes...”
As I’d thought, asking her to be my practice partner was the right approach.
Seeing her naked body, exposed without a shred of protection, only made me more certain of it.
I showed her my fully hardened cock and said, “Angela. Could you look at my thing properly too?”
“D-do I have to? I’m a little embarrassed...”
“I think I need to get used to a woman’s gaze. I’m embarrassing myself right in front of you, so please.”
“...”
Slowly, her wavering eyes turned my way.
The gaze she’d kept avoiding latched onto my cock once, and then it refused to let go.
“What do you think of my thing?”
“Huh?”
I’d already heard her thoughts about it once before, but I wanted to hear them again anyway.
“I was wondering what it looks like to women.”
“Well... it’s big and thick. It’s almost hard to believe when you actually see it...”
Her tone was painfully careful.
“Isn’t it too big? I’ve been self-conscious about it since I was little.”
“It should be fine... Women do tend to prefer bigger ones...”
“You too, Angela?”
“...”
My blunt question left her unable to answer.
“Selena’s reaction matters most, of course. But if you could explain exactly how you feel about it, Angela, I think I’d gain more confidence.”
“I-I...”
“Please look closely and tell me honestly.”
As I moved a little closer, Angela jolted at the surprise.
But before long, she was looking down at my approaching cock and murmured in a small, creeping voice, “Powerful... manly... it’s embarrassing, but I still keep wanting to look at it...”
The sight of a married woman, fully grown in every way, blushing like a girl while she praised it was cute enough to make me want to pinch her cheeks.
“So you like it too, Angela?”
She answered by nodding.
Satisfied, I seated Angela on a stool in the bath.
“Then shall we begin practice?”
“What should I do...?”
“I think the important thing is getting used to a woman’s body first. We can try all sorts of things steadily... do you know what a titjob is?”
“Ah, no.”
“It’s when you sandwich a man’s penis between a woman’s breasts to give him pleasure. Lovers and married couples do it a lot.”
“Ah... I had no idea something like that existed.”
What should I say to that...?
Even when she’d done me with her hand yesterday, I’d had the feeling that Angela knew far too little about this sort of thing.
There was no way she was going to search for lewd information online herself, so if she was ever going to learn, her husband would have had to teach her—and it seemed he never did.
No matter how unwanted the marriage had been, to go and leave a pair of top-class breasts like this unused...
Of course, for me, it was nothing but gratitude. I’d be the first man to taste her breasts with my cock, after all.
“If you end up finishing too quickly while you’re with Selena, it’ll be embarrassing, so I thought it’d be better to experience it in advance.”
“Yes...”
I carefully spread foam over her blushing breasts.
I wanted nothing more than to grab those obedient breasts outright and suck on them with my mouth, but I forced down the desire.
“Please press your breasts together so I can get my thing in.”
At my words, Angela folded her arms inward.
Her already large breasts were pushed together by her arms and rose up plump and full, making my cock twitch uncontrollably.
“I’ll do it.”
Without waiting for another reply, I slowly slid my cock up from below, easing it between the deliciously gathered breasts.
“Khh... Angela.”
Just entering was enough to send pleasure surging through me.
The foam made everything glide smoothly, while the weight pressing in from both sides felt exquisite.
Her breasts were so large it took a while just to push all the way in.
For an ordinary cock, that would be the end of it, buried and hidden inside the softness, but my glans still sat proudly right before Angela’s eyes.
“Hh...”
Angela let out a small moan and looked away from my cock just as she had the moment she first came in here.
“Please look at it properly. This is practice.”
“Y-yes...”
The lingering gaze she fixed on me only heightened the excitement.
I held her shoulders and started moving my hips.
Normally the woman would move, but the feel of her breasts was so good I couldn’t bear to stay still.
Swish, swish, swish!
I drew my hips back until I was nearly slipping out, then drove forward again, all to feel the full sensation of her breasts over every inch of my cock.
Even though I had thrust my cock in there, when I pulled back and pushed in again, it was immediately tight once more, and the pleasure stayed constant with each slide.
“This feels good. How about you, Angela? Since this is something we’re doing together, I want to know how the other person feels too.”
“Your thing is so hot... it feels strange.”
I could tell right away that “strange” didn’t mean unpleasant.
Without me even touching them, her huge nipples had already hardened into stiff little peaks.
And with both of her breasts pressed together under my arms, the pressure was extraordinary.
There was no detailed channeling of a slit, but it was practically like a pussy all the same.
“It feels so good I might come, but I’ll hold back. For Selena.”
“Yes... please do.”
To anyone else, she might seem as distant and untouchable as someone walking on clouds, yet here she was, letting me rut between her breasts and not only enduring it, but asking me to continue.
The situation excited me so much I increased the pace of my hips.
Swish, swish, swish!
As the range of motion widened, my glans kept hiding and reappearing between the clefts of her breasts.
Every time I bucked my hips, her breasts bounced in response, and I almost had the illusion that a pussy was moving around my cock mid-fuck, teasing it all the same.
Angela gave no reply.
She only let out soft, tiny whimpers as my filthy male thing rubbed over her precious body.
She was enduring it silently for her daughter’s sake, and while that was adorable, the thought that I was deceiving such an innocent woman also sent guilt flooding through me.
All I could do was get closer to Angela as quickly as possible and make her feel good.
While I was thinking that, pleasure kept building until I was on the verge of climax.
“Angela, I can’t hold it any longer!”
“Hh, ngh... ngh!”
“Close your eyes!”
At my command, Angela squeezed her eyes shut, and a spray of pale semen splashed across her face.
The ecstasy of painting semen over skin ordinary people could barely even touch.
Thanks to that, even after I finished, my cock was still outrageously charged, throbbing like it might burst.
Angela kept her eyes tightly shut and her mouth closed, like a little child frightened by the first plunge into deep water.
“Are you okay?”
I carefully wiped the semen from the corners of her eyes with my finger, and only then did she open them.
“Y-yes...”
“Sorry. More came out than I expected.”
“No, it’s fine.”
She accepted my words without the slightest hesitation.
Thank heavens she didn’t have much experience with men.
If she’d been experienced, she might have said something like this shouldn’t count as practice at all.
“Still, practicing like this will probably make me more confident, and I think I’ll get better at it.”
“Y-yes... I think so too...”
Her gaze was still fixed on the glans right in front of her.
In those eyes, looking at the cock pulsing inside her own breasts, there was a mix of surprise and tension.
“Then let’s keep going.”
“...Yes.”
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