The Head Butler’s Trial (3) — On the Way to Get Water. And After Drinking.
The long, spacious corridor of the manor had lost the daytime charm lent by its paintings and statues. Now, in the stillness left behind by the absence of people, they only deepened the place’s eerie air.
But that silence was shattered in an instant.
It was because of someone’s crude moans drifting from the far end of the hall.
“Nngh, ah. O-oooh…!”
The owner of that voice was Verita.
Of all places, she was making indecent noises in the corridor of the illustrious Brantchel manor.
“Hngh, ah… nngh, huuh. Master Ian, you’re even more… depraved than I expected. To think you’d do something like this. Nngh.”
We had left the room and were moving down the corridor. Not normally, of course.
I was pressed tight against her from behind, thrusting into her cunt, while she walked along with me stirring her from within.
“Walking” was putting it generously, though. She couldn’t just stride ahead like a normal person.
With my cock sliding in and out of her sex, Verita couldn’t move comfortably; she had to stop, gasp around my shaft, and only then manage an occasional step.
That meant that even after leaving Verita’s room, despite the fact that she had come twice and I’d come once, we still had a long way to go.
“At this rate, when are we supposed to arrive? You should probably be moving a little faster.”
When I whispered that, she lowered her voice as well.
“W-would it be acceptable if I slowed the movement of my hips just a little? Walking in this state is rather difficult.”
Even as she spoke, she finally put her right foot forward.
I followed suit and drove hard into her back door.
“Ngh, ngh… hnn. O-oh! If you do it that forcefully… I’ll make a lot of noise.”
“It’s fine. No one’s around at this hour.”
“That is true, but. Huhh.”
This whole situation had started because thirsty Verita had gone looking for water.
The water in her room had run out, so we needed to go somewhere with a fresh supply, and in a burst of mischief I had suggested we move like this.
Verita had kept her own words—her promise to do as she pleased—and played along with my idea.
Thuck, thuck, thuck.
“You say that like it’s nothing, but it seems you rather enjoy this game. You’re gripping me tighter and tighter.”
Taking one difficult step after another, Verita spoke.
“When did I ever pretend otherwise… ngh. Rather, I feel like some beast that can’t tell time or place apart and has gotten itself lost in mating. And I find it quite pleasing.”
I liked it too.
Not only the satisfaction of making my cool, capable superior perform perverted play, but also the fact that I could massage her breasts from behind while tasting her cunt at the same time.
“You’re not getting turned on because you’re nervous about being caught by someone, are you?”
“No, that is not the reason. O-oh… oooh…. After all, we know no one will run into us. Huhh.”
As she said, this was being carried out under the assumption that it was completely safe.
This manor had two corridors on each floor.
People usually called them the front corridor and the back corridor, and everyone here always used the front one.
There wasn’t any special reason for it; that was simply how things had naturally settled. Since we were walking along the back corridor now, there was no need to worry about meeting anyone.
“Hngh, hnn… huuh.”
Unlike her, who was trying to muffle her lewd cries, her ass bounced prettily and radiated pure filth.
I was thrusting into her through a slight offset in the lower edge of the string panties she was wearing, and the sight was so obscene it made my hips tense up.
Thuck, thuck, thuck!
“Nngh! Master Ian… if you keep being so intense, hngh. The sound will carry all the way to the other side.”
“It’s fine. Just don’t make it too loud.”
When we’d left the room earlier, it had been around 11:50 p.m., so by now it had to be past midnight. Everyone would be asleep.
That was the other reason we were safe.
Verita knew that too, and she was definitely letting me do whatever I wanted because of it.
Right now she was only a female pinned under me, but normally she was the personal secretary of a capable, ice-cold chaebol chairman.
So she would have stopped anything that crossed the line on her own.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Just as I was calling her capable and cold, she started leaking pussy juice in earnest.
I glanced back and saw the trail of clear arousal she’d left behind, drop by drop.
“Verita. Isn’t that a little too much? What if someone sees it?”
“Huhh, I never imagined I had such a constitution. Hoh…. When I use a dildo, I always use plenty of lubricant… I suppose that means Master Ian is an exceptional male. Ooh!”
She staggered when she lightly came as she tried to move her right foot, and stopped short, trembling at the waist.
I paused my piston stroke and, instead, busied myself tormenting her nipples.
“Huhh… thank you for stopping. Being gentle now and then is part of how a male keeps a female around for a long time.”
“I didn’t know that.”
When I shoved into her roughly again, the same female moans as before came back.
“Hoh… ooooh…. Still, I’m glad you aren’t spilling your semen. There were still condoms left in my room.”
Just as Verita had said, I was wearing a condom so I wouldn’t leave semen on the floor.
Clear arousal could be explained away if someone found it, but semen could not.
I’d mentioned that I’d already come once after leaving the room, and the condom that held that semen had been tied to the string panties Verita was wearing.
On the other side, there were several unused condoms still tucked in as well, but fortunately the string panties were cinched quite deeply, so no matter how much we moved, they didn’t come loose.
“You said you’ve never had experience with men, so what do you use condoms for?”
“Huhh, I put them over dildos. It allows one to enjoy a different sensation.”
Was that her own little bit of expertise?
I felt a complicated mix of curiosity and not wanting to know any more.
Still, the condom tied to her panties, swinging back and forth with my semen inside it, was obscenely arousing.
I’d been habitually holding back my climax as much as possible until now, but seeing that made me change my mind.
“Verita, I’m gonna come!”
I had no sign of release yet, but I drove my hips with full force anyway.
“W-wait. Ngh!”
The difference between a piston used simply to savor pleasure and one driven with the sole purpose of climaxing was on a completely different level.
Thanks to that, Verita’s moans grew louder, and her breasts bounced hard in my hands.
Having been inching forward all this time, Verita planted both feet on the floor and was dragged toward her own peak by me.
“Verita!”
I shoved my hips forward to the limit and detonated the pressure building in me. At the same time, I yanked hard on the nipples I held in both hands.
Pushed by me, Verita thrust her hips forward as well, and the sudden forced climax made her whole body shudder.
“Ooh! Oooh…. Huhh… I felt it earlier too, but I can tell the condom is getting bigger and bigger… how fascinating.”
“You’re not disappointed it isn’t directly touching your womb?”
“I am disappointed. Haa, haa…. The sensation of being filled with hot semen from a male is something I can’t experience alone. Still, I think I can feel a little of the heat through the condom.”
As I slowly pulled my cock out, the condom filled with semen came with it.
I tied it onto Verita’s string panties, peeled open a fresh condom, and tucked the wrapper back into the panties again.
“I was hurrying because tying it to your panties is so obscene.”
“I see. I also rather like this sight. It feels as if I’m leaving proof of copulation on my body.”
With that, she looked herself over, inspecting the condom at her waist like someone trying on a newly bought skirt.
Did this woman even know what shame was?
“We’re going to keep going, so please keep walking diligently.”
“Does that mean you want me to climax diligently? Or that you want me to move forward?”
While Verita tossed out her own version of a joke, I, still wearing the condom, shoved my cock back into her.
“Both!”
“Nnngh!”
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Thuck! Thuck! Thuck!
The sound of two bodies colliding still echoed through the corridor. So did the female moans she tried to hold back but couldn’t quite contain.
Perhaps because we’d been moving along fairly diligently, we had covered quite a distance and were gradually drawing closer to the kitchen.
“Nnngh! Hooah, uuh…. Hngh!”
Every time I drove upward with my lower body, Verita’s body jolted.
Of course her breasts danced along with it, and before I knew it, the five condoms had grown to five and were tied to her string panties, swaying like a skirt.
If you asked how many times Verita had come while I was using that many condoms, I’m sorry to say I didn’t really know either.
For every time I came, she seemed to go at least twice, and if you counted the lighter ones too, it was probably quite a lot.
And yet, despite how long we’d been at it, the kitchen still wasn’t in sight.
She spent more time standing still, gasping, than actually moving forward, which made our progress slower than expected.
Besides, even though she’d been standing still for a while now, Verita’s feet still wouldn’t move.
Sqeak, squeak, squeak!
“Verita, are you all right? We still haven’t arrived.”
“I-I’m fine, but, hngh…. I seem to have lost all strength in my legs from going too many times.”
It was refreshing to see such a weak side of her for the first time.
When she was working as a butler, she had given the impression of being a strong woman who could finish any task quickly and haul heavy loads without breaking a sweat. But now she was just a woman in heat.
“Then I’ll help you.”
I briefly pulled away and turned Verita’s body a full 180 degrees.
When I cupped the backs of her knees and lifted her, her slender arms looped around my neck.
“So this is how we’re going.”
“I heard on the internet that this is called standing doggy style.”
“I know. It’s a position that’s good for showing off male strength. I could feel it from before, but I never imagined you were this overflowing with power.”
Honestly, I was surprised every time too. For some reason, whenever I had sex, strength surged through me like I was some kind of monster.
“Then let’s go.”
“Yes. Huhh….”
I slid my cock into the lower hole of the Verita hanging against me.
It felt like one more mechanism had been added to keep us from ever separating.
In that state, I started moving my hips while taking one step after another.
Verita let out sweet little cries from her mouth, but they were no louder than before.
Since it wasn’t easy to maintain a strong piston motion while also keeping up a walking pace, I kept my hips moving at a relaxed rhythm.
By the time we reached the kitchen, she had only come twice.
After I turned on the lights in the kitchen and moved toward the water purifier, Verita, who had finally found a little room to breathe, was still clinging to me as she spoke.
“Thank you. I arrived comfortably because of you.”
Her eyes, expecting to be set down, turned toward me.
But I kept carrying her as I walked to the purifier and filled a cup with water.
“Master Ian?”
“You rely on me all the time, so I thought I’d feed you myself.”
“...I see.”
Her expression never changed, so I couldn’t tell what she was feeling.
“You don’t like that?”
“Not at all. If anything, I rather like the beastlike method.”
If we touched lips while moving the water over, that would technically be our first kiss, but since she didn’t mention it at all, it seemed she didn’t regard it as very important.
I held a mouthful of water, tilted my head back slightly so it wouldn’t spill, and opened my mouth.
Verita looked at me, then slowly approached and pressed her lips to mine.
Once our lips had met without leaving even the smallest gap, I moved my tongue and pushed the water into her mouth, feeling her swallow it down beyond her throat.
Gulp… gulp…
The way she took the water mixed with my saliva without the slightest resistance was so obscene that my cock, already inside her, throbbed hard.
I wanted to start moving my hips, but I forced myself to hold back, thinking she might choke if I moved suddenly.
There wasn’t much water I could hold in my mouth, so the drinking ended in an instant.
But the sensation of her lips remained on mine, so I let my tongue out and started kissing her properly.
“Mmph, mwuah… chup. Master Ian….”
Her lips sliding against mine were soft and delicious. Her saliva, her tongue—everything about her was the same, and I got so caught up in it that my hips stopped moving without me even realizing it.
“Chuup, mwuah, chrrup…. Haa….”
A clear thread stretched between her lips and mine when she pulled away.
“Honestly, I used to dream of having my first kiss while being proposed to in a hotel with a night view. That meaning is gone now.”
So she had been taking the first kiss that seriously after all.
“Ah… sorry.”
“It’s fine. I told you, didn’t I? That no matter what dream I have, you must teach me that I’m nothing more than a female. You’re doing very well.”
I hadn’t expected praise when I’d thought I’d at least get chewed out. Still, it didn’t feel bad, so I took another mouthful of water and opened my mouth again.
“Hup… chuup.”
Gulp… gulp…
Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to mine and accepted the water.
After the water in my mouth was gone, the kiss continued immediately, and I began pistoning while shaking Verita’s hips.
Thud, thud, thud!
“Mwuah, hnh! M-Master Ian. Could you be a little gentler?”
Even as she said that, she stuck her tongue out at me again, so she must have liked kissing me.
But every time her tongue tangled with mine, the folds of her cunt clenched around my cock too, and even if I wanted to stop my hips, I couldn’t.
In the end, because she was still being driven hard through her pussy, Verita could barely come closer to me and could only moan in pleasure.
“Oohhh! M-Master Ian.”
And yet she still stubbornly poked her tongue out again.
“Looks like you liked the kiss.”
“...Yes. It feels vulgar and romantic at the same time.”
The way she spoke her mind so honestly without hesitation was genuinely fascinating.
Since she’d said that, it felt wrong to be the only one enjoying myself, so I eased up on the thrusting a little.
“Thank you. Mwuah, mwuah….”
The moment she got a little breathing room, her lips were back on mine.
As I tasted the softness of her mouth, I slipped my tongue out again, and she sucked on it carefully as if giving me a blowjob.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Trying to restrain myself only made me even more frantic, and when I drove into her cunt without mercy again, filthy sounds spilled out.
“Ooh… hooah! That’s good. It feels like I’m only being used to satisfy a male’s breeding urge, ohooh!”
Since I’d been in standing doggy style without being able to finish even once, my own climax was building too.
With the intent of releasing it, I widened the lower passage of Verita, who was clinging to me without pause.
“Nngh! M-Master Ian. If you come now, I’ll be sensitive… huhk!”
With a frown, Verita said it after she finished first, but I, still unable to release my own pleasure, kept hammering away at her sex.
And when the moment of climax finally arrived, I didn’t avoid it. I released my semen right then and there.
“Hukgh! You came, and then again… ooh. Ooh…!”
With the thought of sowing seed into her womb, I let the condom swell wider and wider.
The more it expanded, the more violently the body in my arms trembled.
“Nnngh! Hngh! Ngh… oohh.”
After holding Verita, shaking all over with pleasure, for a while, she caught her breath and finally spoke.
“Hah, huhh…. I never thought consecutive climaxes would be possible.”
“You were coming in a pretty spectacular way yourself.”
“...Yes. Thanks to you, Master Ian, I seem to be having all sorts of new experiences.”
By then I was thirsty too, so I set her down and the two of us drank water comfortably.
Verita downed four cups in a row. Considering she’d said she was thirsty and then gone several times, that seemed perfectly reasonable.
“Verita, shall we go now?”
“Let us.”
“Want to go to my room? It’s closer.”
“It is natural in the wild for the male to bring the female back to his territory. Understood.”
She nodded at me as though I’d said something rather impressive.
I’d only meant it was closer, so we could get there faster and keep going.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, she turned around and stuck her backside out toward me.
“No, it’s fine. Let’s go normally.”
“...Understood.”
Apparently she’d meant we should get out quickly because someone might come if we stayed there too long, but her answer came with a noticeable delay.
Of course, with that deadpan expression, I couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed or not.
And so, at last, after replenishing our fluids, we left the kitchen and headed for my room.
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