The Butler’s Nude Apron Can Make You Forget Hunger
"Ah, yes... all right. Take your time coming back."
After the call ended, Selena’s shoulders slumped.
Dania had said she’d be home before dinner, but the errand had dragged on, and now she was apparently coming back in the dead of night.
Haa...
A sigh slipped out before I could stop it.
I’d already told myself that Dania had sacrificed far too much time for her master over the years, so from now on, I’d respect her private life.
But even so, I couldn’t help feeling a little empty.
Is she getting tired of staying by my side?
Dania had always been so rigid and proper that, ever since becoming a butler, she’d carefully kept herself from crossing the line of her station. Even so, her warmth had never changed, and Selena had always been happiest when she was with her.
The two of them were closer than anyone else in the world, so of course I’d assumed Dania felt the same way.
But lately, it didn’t seem that way anymore.
These days, unlike before, when she’d always tried to stay close, she was gone from home more often.
Especially when she’d wound up seeing the musical we’d planned to watch together by herself, I hadn’t shown it, but it had been a pretty big shock.
Still, I guess I have to understand.
To me, Dania wasn’t a servant but a friend for life.
You could feel disappointed in a friend, but you couldn’t force anything on them.
It’s not like she’s anyone else. It’s Dania. No matter how far away she feels right now, she won’t really leave me.
They’d been so close for so long that it was hardly an exaggeration to say they’d survived by relying on each other alone since childhood.
So Selena comforted herself with that thought and tried to swallow the bitterness in her chest.
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The moment Dania returned from the call, she dropped to the floor in front of my groin again.
But her expression was darker than before.
"What? Did Selena get mad at you or something?"
"...The young lady granted her permission without hesitation. But I do not feel at ease. I have never left her side this often before."
"You’ve been by her side until now. She probably knows that, so she let you off."
"You do have a habit of showing a strangely kind side at times."
And that was all she said.
Without any extra line about liking it, or being confused by it, Dania immediately took my tip into her mouth.
Like the professional cock-sucker—or maybe the addict—that she was, she lost herself in my groin before long.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of the gloomy expression she’d been wearing a moment ago.
Her devotion to my cum went on, literally, without end.
I was just lying there, so my body was comfortable, and Dania’s technique was excellent enough that it really did feel good, but somehow it felt less like being pampered and more like I’d become her private faucet.
That butler’s milking session was still going strong even after eight in the evening.
...I’m hungry.
For lunch, I’d only had a single cup of instant ramen, so my stomach was completely empty.
And since she’d kept sucking me dry the whole time, I needed a refill of energy too.
"Dania, aren’t you hungry?"
"...Again?"
Hey, what’s with that look?
Try thinking from the perspective of someone who’s been sucked for hours after eating nothing but cup ramen.
She looked exactly like a housewife glaring at her useless husband who never leaves the house.
"It’s already eight. If we don’t eat something soon, I don’t think it’s going to stand up anymore."
"...I suppose it can’t be helped."
Only then did Dania pull away from me.
While she was at it, I figured I’d take the chance to relax over a slow meal.
"Couldn’t you make something for me, Dania? You’re good at cooking."
"I thought I told you I would never be your servant."
"You can cook even if you’re not my servant."
"...Very well. Come to think of it, I should replenish my calories too, for tonight."
...Tonight?
Did Dania already have a plan?
For a moment, a chill ran down my spine, but I had no idea what it meant.
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"Eggs, onions... and carrots, and a little ham. Is that all?"
With her head in the refrigerator, Dania said that out loud.
Just as she said, the fridge held nothing but ingredients Michel had sometimes bought and cooked with, plus whatever had been left over afterward.
"It’s been a while since I went shopping."
"Hmm. Still, this should be enough for fried rice."
"Ohhh, fried rice sounds good."
"Before that, I should put clothes on. Oil might splatter."
We were both naked, having never bothered to dress.
And then, all at once, something flashed through my mind.
"Wait a second, Dania."
Leaving Dania behind with a question mark practically hanging over her face, I ran to the room and came back carrying something.
"Wear this while you cook."
"An apron? Thank you. I was just about to ask since I couldn’t find one."
"Ah, I worded that wrong. I mean, wear only this."
"...What?"
To Dania, who asked me back in disbelief, I said it proudly.
"I want to see you cook wearing nothing but that on your naked body."
"W-what sort of perverted nonsense is that?"
"Put it on."
"No! You said you’d obey me today."
"This is break time, so it’s an exception."
She objected a few more times after that, but in the end Dania couldn’t beat my stubbornness and let out a sigh before taking the apron.
"Oho."
I nodded with restrained admiration.
Her shoulders and armpits were laid bare without shame.
The side of her breasts couldn’t be hidden by the apron’s pitifully small coverage.
And the two nipples poking up through the apron, pushed out by the weight of her chest.
From the side, it looked almost like a qipao, revealing her thighs and the round swell of her ass, while from the front the apron’s secret covering gave her sex an indecent, tantalizing air.
"...Stop staring at me. It’s embarrassing."
And the fact that she was blushing in that outfit was just perfect.
"This isn’t how this is supposed to be worn."
No, that was exactly how it was supposed to be worn.
I’d never specifically thought of dressing anyone up in it, but I’d definitely bought it for this purpose.
"Anyway, wait quietly. It won’t take long."
Standing in front of the sink, Dania began slicing onions.
While she focused silently on cooking, I focused on her backside.
Her smooth back and apple-round hips.
And the ribbon tied into the apron string, resting right above the cleft of her ass.
It was such a pleasing sight that I couldn’t help smiling.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
I could hear the knife striking the cutting board.
It was an utterly ordinary, familiar sound, and yet for some reason it felt like an alarm bell, waking up something animal deep inside me.
Ignoring my hunger, I silently crept toward my prey.
"Hyaah! W-what are you doing!"
Startled, Dania whipped around to face me.
And no wonder—my hands had already slipped beneath the apron, kneading her breasts.
"You’re dressed way too lewdly, so I couldn’t help myself."
"S-stop that. I’m cooking right now... ah! Don’t play with the nipples!"
How was I supposed to stop when she looked this obscene?
"I’ll keep playing with your tits. Hurry up and cook."
"Tch... you monkey, you sex-crazed bastard."
Realizing from experience that it was hard to break my stubbornness, Dania started chopping again.
Likewise, I diligently moved my fingers and resumed kneading her breasts.
The feel of her breasts folding around my hand was great, but being pressed right up against her and looking down from above was just as wonderful.
Seeing her collarbones, so pretty they made me want to lick them, and the apron bouncing as my hands worked her chest inside it, only sent more blood rushing to my already hard cock.
"This really feels like we’re dating, doesn’t it?"
"...."
Dania said nothing, just kept silently slicing onions.
"Don’t you think so too, Dania? You said you like me earlier."
"Who said I liked you? I only said my heart had tilted a little."
As if that was any different.
Maybe because I’d made her wear this outfit, Dania’s voice had become a little snappish.
"And no matter what you or I think, we can’t become lovers anyway."
"Why not?"
"A butler who has vowed to devote her life to her master cannot be allowed to create a companion for personal happiness."
She said it so seriously that I kept fondling her breasts while asking, "Is that how butlers are supposed to be?"
"That’s not... hngh. Gently! Ugh, that’s my own sense of duty!"
"So there’s no legal or customary problem, then? Okay, got it."
A wicked smile spread across my lips, though the Dania with her back to me couldn’t see it.
By then she had finished finely chopping the onion and was washing carrots to set on the cutting board next.
I followed suit and moved on to the next stage.
Pulling the apron together at the center, I dragged her breasts out and roughly kneaded them in my hands.
"Hah, can’t you stop interfering and leave already?"
"Nope. I’m going to keep interfering. But you’re still cooking well even while I’m touching you."
"I spent more than ten years training to become a butler fit for the young lady, hhh. This much is only natural."
It didn’t seem to be just bravado; even while letting out the occasional breathy sound, Dania kept slicing the carrots with steady hands.
"Oh? So no matter how much I bother you, you can still keep cooking?"
"Of course. I am the young lady’s butler."
"Really?"
"Did I not say so?"
Was it because she was drunk on her own pride?
Dania seemed to have no idea what I was really asking.
"Then since I’m curious whether that’s true, can I bother you even more?"
"Hmph. I’m tired of arguing with a stubborn fool like you. Do what you want."
"Got it."
With my left hand still on her breast, I slipped my right hand beneath the apron.
Relying on the sensation of my fingertips, I fumbled around until I finally found the little round bud, and then I began rolling it vigorously.
"W-wait, there! Hngh!"
"I’ll peel the shell right off."
"Wai—ngh!"
Even as she gasped in a sweet, trembling voice, she never stopped chopping.
Admiring her, I kept mercilessly tormenting her clit.
"When you were developing that hole with the dildo, did you train this part too?"
"Hah... it wasn’t development, it was training! And I never touched it directly. I did attach a vibrator, though...."
So she had worked it hard after all.
"Then aside from training, have you ever masturbated yourself directly?"
At that question, her hand kept moving busily with the knife, but her lips twitched as she hesitated before answering.
"Th-that...."
"Hm?"
"Recently...."
"Recently when?"
"The night after I left the motel...."
"You masturbated then?"
She’d stormed out looking angry, so I’d never imagined that.
"You ran away, then kept thinking about my cock and jerked off? What, so Dania really does like me a lot, huh."
"Th-that’s not it. My body simply couldn’t help but remember yours. It had nothing to do with my own thoughts—hngh! D-don’t pull!"
"Where? Your nipples? Your clit?"
"B-both! Nghh!"
The moment I heard her answer, I gave both of them a teasing tug, and Dania’s whole body gave a small shudder.
"Did you come just now?"
"...."
"Huh? You stopped chopping. I thought you said I could bother you."
"I-I only took a short break."
Even while her hips trembled intermittently, she started chopping again.
Just as you’d expect from a woman so proud of herself as a butler, she refused to let her pride bend.
"So this much doesn’t bother you, huh?"
"Naturally."
I never understood why, whenever I saw a stubborn woman, I wanted to break her resistance.
I didn’t know the reason, and I didn’t care; my hand slid down to Dania’s hips.
Then, in one motion, I shoved my cock straight into the opening between her legs.
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