Dinner With the Landlady / Gather at the Teacher’s House
Fortunately, it was Sunday, so even after spending the whole night with Angela, I could sleep in and wake up at my leisure.
In truth, the people in this mansion usually rose early even on holidays, but Verita had taken pity on us once she understood the situation.
Some time in the afternoon, as I was walking down the hallway, I spotted Angela walking ahead of me.
The moment I realized there was no one around, I slipped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
“Eek! I-Ian?”
“Why aren’t you calling me your husband?”
“Th-this isn’t practice right now….”
“Practice lives and dies on diligence. If we’re alone, we have to keep practicing.”
Pressed tightly against her from behind as I fondled her chest, she turned back at me, her face flushed red.
“Y-yes…. My husband.”
And so our “practice” went on at all hours.
That didn’t mean we were literally mixing bodies every time we were alone; since married life practice also included ordinary affection, we’d often share a light kiss or an embrace.
It was closer to a secret affair than a rehearsal for married life, but neither of us bothered to put a name to it. We simply acted on what we felt in the moment.
Dinner was the same.
“H-husband… ahh….”
Angela, sitting beside me, held out a spoon loaded with fried rice.
With her face all red, she held the spoon in her right hand and supported it with her left so she wouldn’t spill a single grain, looking so neat and proper that she was the very image of a devoted wife.
I hadn’t expected her to do this at all, but it seemed she had her own romance fantasies after all.
“Thanks.”
After I took the fried rice from her, she only managed a shy nod instead of a reply.
“I didn’t expect the two of you to grow this close this quickly.”
At Verita’s words, watching us from across the table, Angela answered.
“W-well, practice has to be active….”
“Indeed. It’s lovely to see the two of you working so hard for Miss Selena.”
This time I scooped some fried rice up and offered it to Angela, and after hesitating, she took a bite and covered her flushed face with her hand.
I was an adult, and Angela was a widow with a daughter, and yet her reactions were so fresh and innocent that it felt like two middle-schoolers were sneaking around in love.
“Mm-hm. Ahem. I’ll excuse myself first. Please, take your time and enjoy your meal.”
“Already done eating, Verita?”
“I ate while taking in the sight of the two of you getting along so well. The rice went down quite easily.”
She probably wasn’t trying to sound sarcastic, but her voice was so devoid of emotion that it was easy to take the wrong way.
Still, I knew better.
Verita was clearing the room for us, just as she always did.
There was no need to worry about a repeat of last time’s accident.
To prevent another incident, we’d agreed that she’d signal her departure with a cough.
She probably wouldn’t be back for a while, and even if someone tried to come in, Verita would stop them.
“…”
Maybe because we’d just done something embarrassing, Angela silently moved her spoon from dish to dish, looking awkward.
If I wanted to do filthy things with her, I should probably finish my plate quickly—but instead, I set my spoon down on the table.
I didn’t care about the rice anymore. I wanted to do perverted things with Angela right now.
“Angela.”
“Y-yes?”
“Can you feed me again?”
“O-okay.”
To the shy woman holding out the spoon, I slowly shook my head.
“Not like that. Come here.”
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“H-husband… haaah.”
Angela called to me in a voice thick with desire.
She was sitting on my lap, facing me, while I sat in a chair.
It was only possible because the chair had no armrests.
“Haaah… ahh… ahh.”
Even while we were eating, she kept letting out soft moans and wriggling her hips.
You couldn’t see it beneath the house dress she wore from neck to ankle, but she was sitting there with my cock buried inside her.
In her left hand she held a plate of fried rice, and in her right, a spoon.
“This is… really too embarrassing, being fed like this.”
“But you like it, don’t you?”
“...Yes. Hngh.”
I grasped her hips over the dress and guided them in a slow circle.
With the sensation of my cock widening her as it stabbed against her womb, Angela let out a sweet little moan.
“Hngh, ahh… h-here… ahh….”
She lifted the spoon and fed me another bite of rice.
As I accepted it, I eagerly tasted Angela’s cunt too.
Even without moving violently, just the pressure of my tip against her cervix made her pussy twitch and clamp down around me.
“My husband is cute….”
Was she saying I looked cute while eating?
When I opened my mouth for another spoonful, she stared down at me with affectionate eyes again.
“Eating rice and eating Angela’s pussy at the same time makes me so happy.”
“Hngh. Rice might disappear, but my pussy won’t go anywhere even if you eat it, so please eat plenty. Haaah….”
With the hand that had been gripping her hips, I slid down the strap of her dress.
As the top of the dress sagged and her bra came into view, I lifted it aside, revealing a pair of breasts overflowing with maternal softness.
“This time I want to eat Angela’s breasts.”
“W-wait, hngh…!”
I gathered her breasts together and took both nipples into my mouth at once.
Feeling the nipples grow firmer beneath my tongue, I started to rock my hips in small, steady motions, and a pleasing string of moans spilled from her lips.
“Hngh. Husband…. You should be eating your meal… ngh!”
Hearing that only made it harder to hold back, so I thrust up into her while still sucking on her breasts.
Creak, creak, creak!
“Mmnhah! Ah! Ah! Husband, if you keep this up, I’m going to spill!”
Trying to move with the thought of spilling semen before the rice spilled, I drove her even harder into her climax.
“Haaah, ahh! Ah!”
“As thanks for feeding me, I’ll feed you my cum too.”
“Hngh, y-yes…. Please give me your cum…!”
Her cunt clenched so tightly around me at those words that I almost thought it, not her mouth, was the one asking for my semen.
The opening of her womb clung to the head of my cock like living lips, and before long my release was surging up.
Creak, creak, creak!
“Hah! Ahh! Husband’s cock… it got even bigger…!”
The sight of her breasts swaying while she held a spoon in one hand and a plate in the other was obscenely sexy.
Unable to look away, I kept admiring her until I reached the brink of release in an instant.
“Angela, I’m gonna cum!”
“Ahh, ah! Yes… please fill my pussy with your cum!”
Our words might have sounded that way, but because I was wearing a condom, Angela wasn’t actually going to receive my semen.
I always carried condoms with me so I could do her whenever I wanted.
“Kh, Angela!”
Matching the way her pussy was trying to suck me in, I burst out a milky stream.
Her body, following along as if she’d taken it directly into herself, jolted, and I pulled her close, burying my face in her chest.
“Haah, haah… husband….”
Her eyes looking down at me were damp and misty.
She was clearly quite aroused by sex in such an unusual situation.
“One more time?”
So before Verita came back, I came a second time, then composed myself and finished the meal.
“I stepped away so the two of you could enjoy a quiet dinner together. I never imagined you’d go that far during the meal.”
When Verita returned and said that, Angela and I could only laugh awkwardly in embarrassment.
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Three days passed, and then Wednesday arrived.
After school, I returned to the mansion and changed clothes.
Normally I would have traded my uniform for a butler’s suit, but the clothes I was wearing now were ordinary casual wear.
Tomorrow was a holiday, so I was going to spend the night at Michel’s house.
I didn’t actually know what holiday it was.
Apparently it was a commemorative day for defeating the black mage who had once terrified the whole world, but since it had nothing to do with me, I wasn’t terribly interested.
…Still, it had been a long time since I’d gone to Michel’s place.
Because I’d been staying at the Branchel mansion all this time, I hadn’t spent a single night at her house.
If I’d wanted to, I could have taken time off, but I didn’t because I felt guilty thinking that my absence would only make things harder for Dania and Verita.
Then an invitation came from Michel not long ago, and since I’d been meaning to set up a date with her soon anyway, I figured this was perfect and took the day off.
We were supposed to meet before dinner.
With time to spare, I stopped by the dormitory, which had been empty for a while.
After doing a little cleaning and putting my things in order, it was time, so I headed to the meeting place.
Ding-dong.
“…”
I rang the doorbell at Michel’s house, but there was no answer.
When a second press got the same result, I entered the password on the door lock and let myself in.
“Michel?”
Even after I called out, there was no reply. Instead, the bathroom door opened and Michel appeared.
She had apparently just finished showering, because she had a towel wrapped around her body.
As she walked out of the bathroom drying her wet hair with another towel, Michel spotted me and came running over with a delighted face.
“Huh? Ian!”
“Michel.”
The way she ran over and hugged me made her look less like a teacher and more like a puppy.
She always greeted me with a bright smile the moment she saw me, and that alone was enough to make me feel at ease.
Her body was still warm from the shower as I hugged her tightly, and her scent mixed with the sweet smell of body wash tickled my nose.
“Did you take a shower?”
“Mhm.”
She pulled away from me and looked up, and the towel she’d been wearing slipped off, laying her bare body open to me.
Still damp, her ruby-colored hair clung to her collarbone and nape, and her skin was pale and spotless, dotted only with water droplets.
Her breasts were exposed in all their fullness, and her hips spread invitingly, so it was no wonder my lower half was already starting to stir.
“Hold on, I’ll get dressed right away.”
She went into the room and came back out in dolphin shorts and a T-shirt.
And yet something was strange. Even though she was dressed, I still wanted her.
“You haven’t eaten dinner yet, right? Wait a sec.”
Following her into the kitchen, I quickly ran out of things to say.
Several completed dishes were already lined up on the sink, and to make matters worse, Michel was in the middle of preparing still more food.
…She’s really overdoing it today too.
I’d wanted to make something for her with the skills I’d built up helping out at the mansion, but I’d have to put that off for another time.
The kitchen table didn’t have enough space, so Michel and I carried the food into the living room table, but no matter how many trips we made, it never seemed to end.
I wondered if she thought I was one of those grandchildren who always looked skinny to their grandmother, but this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, and besides, it only meant she cared a lot, so I let it go with a laugh.
After dinner, we sat together on the sofa and watched OTT content on the TV.
…It felt nice, being together like this after so long.
Since I’d become a butler for the Branchel family, we’d only managed to steal little bits of time together at school. We’d never had a chance to simply relax alone like this.
Michel had probably been looking forward to some leisurely time for just the two of us too.
And yet, unexpectedly, she was being obedient.
I thought she’d be all over me, pleading to do it right away now that we finally had a chance to act without worrying about time or place.
Of course, being obedient didn’t mean she was sitting quietly beside me. She’d slipped both arms under mine and wrapped herself around me while watching TV.
“Haa, Ian smells nice.”
She suddenly buried her face against me and said that, so I just laughed and stroked her hair.
“What are you, a puppy?”
“Yep, I’m a puppy.”
Then she clung even tighter, and I couldn’t resist either—I lay back on the sofa and pulled her into my arms.
Before long, the mood turned distinctly sultry, and our gazes grew heated.
I slowly brought my face closer to hers, but before our lips could meet, Michel spoke.
“Ian. Can we do twice as much today?”
“Twice?”
She wasn’t showing it, but she must have been looking forward to tonight a great deal.
I felt the same way, so I answered without hesitation.
“No? I can do three times as much.”
“Really?”
Michel’s face lit up so brightly it seemed to shine.
How eager had she been, to be this happy?
I moved in to kiss her again, but once more Michel opened her mouth and stopped me.
“Ian. What do you think of Anna?”
“Anna?”
Why was Anna suddenly coming up here?
Had she noticed something between me and Anna?
If so, that was trouble.
Honestly, I’d been planning to tell Michel the truth someday.
But when it came time to confess, I’d been a little scared, so I’d just kept putting it off.
And if the other person found out before I said anything, that was a bad situation.
No matter how tolerant Michel was about me seeing other women, hearing it from me directly and learning about it through another route were completely different things.
“Yeah. Anna’s a nice kid, isn’t she?”
Something about her tone felt off, so I answered cautiously.
“S-she is, right?”
“What do you like about her?”
A chill spread through my whole body as if I’d been doused with ice water.
I did my best not to show it and carefully gauged Michel’s expression.
“Just… because she’s quiet and kind…?”
I chose my words as carefully as possible, avoiding anything that might provoke her. It felt exactly like walking through a minefield.
Luckily, the bomb didn’t seem to go off, and Michel showed no sign of anger.
On the contrary, her face was beaming as she continued speaking.
“Right? And her face is unbelievably cute!”
But I didn’t let my guard down.
Maybe this was all an act to test me.
“I’ve never seen her clearly because of her bangs, so I wouldn’t know…?”
The moment I tried to play dumb, my heart began pounding like mad.
Should I just tell the truth and beg for forgiveness?
Yeah. Maybe I should.
Just as I was about to open my mouth with that thought, Michel went on.
“It’s true! I asked to see her during our last meeting, and she really was adorable!”
Judging by her reaction, it didn’t seem like she was trying to catch me out after all.
And that oddly excited look on her face seemed genuine too.
“Ah… I see.”
My lukewarm reaction apparently wasn’t satisfying her, because she clung to me even more tightly.
“I’m serious! Anyway, Anna is a really good kid. You’ll realize it too, Ian!”
I still didn’t understand what she was trying to say.
My head was so tangled I felt the urge to reach in and sort it out with my own hands when the doorbell rang from the entrance.
“Ah!”
As if going to fetch a delivery, Michel dashed toward the front door in high spirits.
“Coming!”
Wondering who it could be, I followed her—and had no choice but to be stunned.
“G-good evening….”
The person greeting us through the open doorway, cheeks red, was Anna.
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