Practicing Until She Relents
I wasn’t cleaning at all. Instead, I’d ended up with the landlady.
"Lady Angela?"
"What brings you here, Ian?"
She asked with those innocent eyes of hers, but the question I really wanted to ask was the same one.
"I came to clean the storage room."
"Oh dear, I told Verita I’d take care of this one myself. It seems she didn’t pass that along to you."
So Verita had sent me here on purpose, knowing Angela was already here?
Her earlier words came back to me.
When I said that if I kept spending time with Lady Angela, she’d naturally start to open her heart, Verita had only said she understood and then left the room.
So that was what she meant by making sure the two of us had some time alone.
And when she told me to work hard, she meant hard with Lady Angela, not the cleaning.
If Verita had gone out of her way to create this opportunity, then I didn’t need to worry about anyone else coming by.
She was the sort of woman who handled things properly. I could trust her judgment.
"Then shall we do it together?"
"It’s all right. I’m taking care of this area, so could you handle somewhere else, Ian? If you ask Verita, she’ll probably tell you where."
Ignoring her refusal, I walked up with the broom I’d brought along and swept the floor as I spoke.
"Since I’m already here, I’ll help. We can finish quickly and move on to another place, can’t we? And I want to be with Lady Angela."
When I smiled lightly, Angela averted her eyes with a shy expression.
"I-I see... Then let’s hurry."
And so the two of us began cleaning, while silence settled over the storage room for a long while.
Partly because of last night’s kiss and confession, and partly because she kept glancing at me nervously.
I focused on sweeping the dust into piles without saying anything that might make her uncomfortable.
Honestly, I wanted to throw her down right then and there, but there was no point doing that in a dusty place. Better to finish quickly and act afterward.
Once the dust had been cleared away and the floor mopped, Lady Angela let out a small breath and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
"Phew..."
Standing beside her, I couldn’t help looking at her again and again.
At home, Angela usually wore a house dress.
One of those flashy, patterned things a wealthy madam in a morning drama would wear around the house.
But perhaps because she was cleaning, today she was dressed in a comfortable T-shirt and shorts.
The curves of her chest stood out even more than they did in a dress, and beneath the shorts, her thighs were on full display.
On top of that, the skin glistening with sweat from all the cleaning was enough to steal my attention completely.
Now that the cleaning was done, it was time to use the opportunity Verita had given me.
I came up behind her as she was still catching her breath and began kneading her breasts.
"Eek! I-Ian?"
"Sorry. I couldn’t help myself when I saw how sexy you looked, Lady Angela."
"Sexy? I’m just wearing ordinary clothes..."
"That ordinary outfit is just too sexy. You know how they say if you like someone, everything they wear looks enticing?"
I pinched her still-soft nipples, and a cute little nasal sound escaped her.
"Hah... practice is supposed to be in the bathhouse..."
"You never said it had to be only in the bathhouse."
"B-but..."
"And this is practice for expressing sincere affection, so I think I should act according to what my heart wants. Right now, Lady Angela is so lovely that I want to show you exactly how I feel."
"What if someone sees us?"
"As long as we don’t make too much noise, it’ll be fine."
From behind her, I lifted up Angela’s T-shirt and then pulled her bra up with it.
It was a shame I couldn’t see her swaying breasts from the front, but the feel of her skin directly in my hands was enough to satisfy me.
"Your body is so soft, Lady Angela. I want to keep touching you all day."
"I’ve been sweating so much. If you press too close, I’ll probably smell..."
She moved a little, trying to push away from my body pressed against hers.
Of course, with her gentle personality, she couldn’t shake me off very strongly; she only fidgeted a little.
"It’s fine. It’s the smell of the woman I love, so there’s nothing weird about it. If anything, it’s fragrant."
"Th-That can’t be..."
"Lady Angela. Look at me."
At my words, she turned her head to the side.
I sealed my lips over hers, and she obediently accepted my tongue and my kiss.
"Mnh, mmph... mmm. Ian..."
"You’re really beautiful, Lady Angela."
"Maybe practicing in the bathhouse at night would be better. I’m afraid someone might see us... haah..."
I silenced the worried widow’s lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth.
Her warm tongue and saliva wound around mine.
Before long, Angela was breathing as raggedly as she had right after the cleaning, and without another word she surrendered her body to me.
Unlike yesterday, when she had been stiff and tense, she was now moving her lips and tongue with me to some extent, which meant she’d definitely started to understand the taste of a kiss.
"Lady Angela, I love you."
"..."
She looked at me with eyes glazed over by pleasure.
Then she jolted when my hand touched her lower body, but she still wouldn’t take her eyes off me.
"I want to make you feel even better."
I tugged her pants down a little and slipped my right hand into her panties.
"You’re wet."
I fumbled around until I found the opening, then slid my fingers in and pressed firmly over and over at the places inside.
"Ah. Th-there..."
After I found the spot that reacted best, I used my left hand to knead her breasts while my right fingers began to tease the walls of her passage.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
"Hngh, ahh..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes... it does..."
"Am I doing a good job expressing my affection? I’m curious whether my sincerity toward you is coming through."
Angela twisted under my touch to her most sensitive spots and answered in a sticky, breathless voice.
"Yes. I can feel your heart, so it feels even better. But this is practice..."
"Right. Since it’s practice, please get more into it."
"W-wait, ahh!"
When I moved my right hand more roughly, her whole body jolted harder as well.
As I tormented her already stiff nipples and our tongues tangled together, her breathing grew rougher and rougher, and I could tell she was close to orgasm.
"Lady Angela, you’re about to cum, aren’t you?"
"Y-yes... I can’t hold it much longer."
"Don’t hold back. I want to see you come."
"Hah, ngh. Ahh..."
"I love you, Lady Angela."
"No... if you say it so sweetly, it makes me feel it even more... nghh!"
As I gave her nipples a light tug while pressing hard against her G-spot, her body shuddered against me and she burst into sweet cries.
"Hah! Hnngh. Haaah..."
"Lady Angela, you look so cute when you come. I want to see it again."
Angela grabbed my hand as I tried to move again.
"T-That’s enough, okay? I’m scared someone might come..."
Her voice was trembling. She really did seem frightened.
Considering she probably hadn’t done anything this reckless in her life, I could understand that well enough.
"All right. Then can I have one kiss? If I don’t do that, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my feelings for you under control."
"...Yes."
Even though she was a widow with a daughter, the way she flushed and closed her eyes made her look like a much younger girl.
I slowly leaned in and pressed my mouth to her soft lips.
Even after that, I kept getting chances to be alone with Angela.
That was thanks to Verita’s covert assistance.
Whenever the three of us were together, she’d suddenly claim she had work to do and leave us alone, or she’d send me to wherever Angela was, or send Angela to wherever I happened to be.
Every time that happened, I’d cling to Lady Angela like a male in rut and confess my love over and over.
For example, whenever no one was watching, I’d take her into an empty room, lay her down on the bed, and kiss her.
"I-Ian, wait... mmph!"
"You’re just too irresistible, Lady Angela."
"B-but if someone comes, mnh, mmph... mmh."
Or I’d walk into a room where she was cleaning alone, press her against the wall, and kiss her while fondling her chest.
"Again, Ian..."
"I just can’t hold back. I love you."
"Mmm, mnh... mmph. Ian..."
And when the three of us were walking down a hallway and Verita stepped into another room for a moment, I’d be trading tongues with Angela in the corridor before she came back.
"Wait a moment, Ian. Verita..."
"It’s fine."
"Ian, mmmph... mmh. Mnh. If you keep being so kind, it’s hard to refuse..."
After repeating it a few times, Angela’s worry began to fade, and before long she was naturally accepting my advances.
When I ambushed her while she was cleaning the bathroom—
"Again? Alrea—"
—she’d blush and even close her eyes for me.
And after clinging to Angela over and over like that, the cleaning ended later than planned.
Out of four people assigned to clean, two of us kept finding excuses to fool around, so of course it ended up that way.
Thanks to that, Verita and Dania had more work to do, but Verita was one thing; Dania, with her honest, no-nonsense personality, simply kept cleaning the house in silence.
I’d have to make her feel wonderful as an apology next time.
...Still, this was going well.
Compared to yesterday, I’d made real progress today too.
Every time she heard my confession, Angela’s attitude became a little more obedient.
Unlike yesterday, when she kept asking if my confessions were really just practice and looked troubled by them, today she quietly accepted my confessions and kisses, and she even seemed faintly pleased by them.
...That said, I couldn’t afford to stop here.
My goal wasn’t kissing Angela. It was her true heart.
I couldn’t get complacent just because things were going smoothly; I had to keep pushing, steadily and firmly.
So that night, too, I met Angela in the bathhouse.
She came out naked and stood before me, and perhaps because she’d spent the whole day receiving kisses full of my affection, she looked even shyer than usual.
"Are we practicing affection again...?"
"Yes. Do you not like it?"
"No, it’s not that I don’t like it. B-but that doesn’t mean I like it either... this is practice for my daughter, after all."
"Yes, of course."
That’s what she said, but I already knew.
Every time we kissed, her reactions were getting better and better.
So tonight, I planned to go further.
"By the way, thank you, Lady Angela. Thanks to you, I think I’ve finally gotten a feel for how to kiss and show affection."
"I-I see."
Her face turned red as she remembered everything we’d done today.
"But I’ve started worrying about something..."
"Worrying? About what?"
As gentle as ever, she forgot her embarrassment at once and asked me back with a serious expression.
"Up until now, I’ve felt certain that if we kept practicing, I’d definitely get skilled enough to satisfy Selena. But now I’m suddenly worried. We’ve done all kinds of practice, but we haven’t done the most important one, have we?"
"The most important practice would be..."
"Actually inserting it."
"Ah..."
A troubled look appeared on Angela’s face.
Of course, the key was to reduce her discomfort as much as possible, so I wasn’t about to ask her to jump straight into it.
"I’m not asking you to let me put it in. I just thought that if we did something similar, even without insertion, it might still count as practice."
"Something similar?"
Angela looked at me with curious eyes.
"Instead of inserting it, we’d just rub."
She had been steadily refusing any real sexual intercourse because she was afraid of getting close to me and getting hurt.
But other than that, she wanted to help my practice however she could.
So if it was just rubbing, she’d probably be able to accept that well enough.
Then, by reducing the physical distance between us more than before and bringing our hearts closer through affection practice, I could open Angela’s closed heart little by little.
"Just rubbing..."
Angela didn’t refuse outright, but she didn’t agree eagerly either.
Even if there was no penetration, our genitals would still be pressed directly together, so she seemed to hesitate.
But in the end, perhaps because she truly wanted to help me—and because her love for her daughter was stronger than her fear—she nodded after a brief moment of thought.
"If you’re not actually putting it in... I think that would be all right."