The Butler Learns What It Feels Like
"Huff… chuup…! Chuuup!"
The moment Dania stepped into the storage room, I pinned her against the wall and pressed my lips to hers.
She looked startled, but she didn’t resist as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and stirred it around.
"Chuuup… smack! Haa… if you keep calling me like this, the young lady will notice."
"You want it too, Dania. You came along without a word."
"Th-that was only because I obeyed your order to come here… chuup."
I sucked on those lying lips, and she obediently pushed her tongue into my mouth.
Excited, I moved a hand toward her chest, but the plush softness I expected wasn’t there.
"Dania, why don’t you stop wrapping your chest with bandages and just wear a normal bra like everyone else?"
"I-if I do that all of a sudden, people will think it’s strange."
"No, they won’t. I’m sure of it. They’d probably just say you’re beautiful and be jealous."
"…Is that really true?"
"Yeah. Your breasts are seriously beautiful, Dania."
"…I’ll think about it."
She looked away, embarrassed.
It was a precious sight I’d never have been able to imagine back then.
When I broke the kiss and pulled back, Dania looked up at me with wet eyes.
A clear thread of saliva hung from the tip of her tongue, peeking between her slightly parted lips.
I pulled down my pants and took out my already hardened cock, and her moisture-laced eyes immediately dropped to my crotch.
"Dania, smell me."
"…."
Without even the slightest hesitation, she slowly sank to her knees in front of me.
"Ssshhh… haa…."
Even with my cock resting against her clean face, she didn’t show the slightest disgust as she savored the scent.
Her expression, eyes gently closed as though the thing pressed to her nose were a flower instead of a man’s obscenity, held a quiet satisfaction.
She looked so cute that, before I knew it, I was patting her head, and Dania lifted her gaze at me with part of her face hidden behind my cock.
"You’re cute, Dania."
"Calling a woman cute while she’s sniffing a man’s body odor. You must be insane."
"You’re obsessed with my smell too, aren’t you?"
"…I simply fell for your despicable tricks."
It would be easier if she just admitted it honestly, but Dania was still hesitant to reveal what she felt.
And yet the fact that she still wouldn’t leave my cock alone made it too amusing to ever get old.
"All right, let’s go to class."
"I-is that it?"
"Why? You want more?"
The disappointment in Dania’s eyes was plain to see, though she still didn’t realize I was deliberately dragging her along.
"N-no… that’s not it."
"Good. I’ll go on ahead, then. Come by in a bit."
I straightened my pants and left the storage room, ignoring the gaze I could feel stuck to my back.
---
Several minutes after Ian disappeared, Dania left the storage room with a face flushed bright red.
He gets me like this and then just leaves….
Ian knew perfectly well what happened to her whenever she smelled him.
And even so, he kept doing it — which could only mean he was deliberately toying with her.
But instead of anger, a miserable sort of yearning welled up inside Dania.
She’d tried to act unaffected out of pride, but her lower belly was itching so badly she might have regretted every second of that choice.
How did I end up like this…?
She lamented her fate, but that did nothing to calm the heat in her body, and in the end she had no choice but to head to Ian’s classroom with no other remedy in sight.
Even after that, Ian’s tormenting didn’t stop.
During class, he’d secretly brush her thigh or tease between her legs, and whenever he got the chance he’d sneak touches over any part of her body hidden from prying eyes.
Whenever he called her to the storage room during breaks, Dania would go with no choice but to carry the swelling anticipation in her chest, but Ian never soothed that excitement. He only made it worse before leaving the room again.
It happened once when she was walking down the hall with Selena for a moving class.
Someone tapped her shoulder, and when she turned around, Ian lifted a finger to his lips and motioned for her to come along.
This time for sure… she thought — though of course she never showed it on her face — and followed him, only to be kissed again and sent back.
The teasing never ended, and Dania’s mind was gradually filling up with nothing but her longing for Ian’s cock.
In the past she could suppress it well enough through sheer willpower, but once she became aware of her own feelings for Ian, that was no longer easy.
"Dania, are you all right? You don’t look well today."
Even Selena was concerned enough to ask, because the maid’s body was practically quivering with pent-up need.
Her eyes were a little hazy and her breathing rough, so of course her mistress would worry.
"N-no, I’m fine. I was just thinking about something."
"If you feel unwell, tell me. We can finish this and have the teacher let you go to the infirmary."
"I’m really fine, young lady. Thank you for your concern."
The two of them were eating lunch on a bench in the garden beside the school grounds.
The academy allowed students to choose between cafeteria meals and packed lunches, and the two of them always ate lunchboxes prepared by another servant.
Even while she ate, Dania’s head was full of thoughts of Ian’s groin.
Selena’s voice scattered somewhere around her ears, and she could only answer mechanically, nodding along.
Why is he tormenting me so much today…? At the very least, he usually lets me finish once….
As Dania mulled it over, her eyes landed on Selena, who was chattering away busily.
Could it be because the young lady keeps sticking close to me…?
Maybe because Dania had been away from her side so often lately, Selena had been trying to stay as glued to her butler as possible.
So if Ian said he couldn’t go all the way, that theory would make plenty of sense.
If only the young lady had stayed away a little more…
It was the kind of thought that treated her mistress like an obstacle.
Shocked, Dania hurriedly shook her head.
What in the world am I thinking as a butler!
"Dania, what’s wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?"
"N-no! I’m sorry. Please, go on."
To forget Ian, she forced herself to focus on Selena’s words.
At the same time, she peeled the banana she’d brought for dessert and brought it to her mouth.
"…."
But with Ian still impossible to erase from her mind, Dania absentmindedly sucked on the banana in her mouth with a strangely sensual expression.
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With the last physical education class over, all of today’s regular lessons were finished.
Our class didn’t have homeroom on days when P.E. was the final period, so after showering we could just head back to the classroom, gather our things, and go straight home.
The girls headed to the showers, and I made my way alone to the old building’s shower room.
I stepped into a cubicle surrounded by translucent walls and stood in front of the showerhead, but instead of turning the water on, I leaned against the wall and waited for someone to show up.
"You came?"
"…."
Dania appeared wearing the same gym clothes as me.
Since there was no homeroom today, I’d called her here thinking we could relax and have some fun together.
The old building was far from the field, and nobody ever came here except when I used the shower after P.E., so it was the perfect place to fool around with Dania.
"Did you explain things to Selena properly?"
"I told her I had some business to attend to and that she should head back first."
"You sent your mistress home alone so you could play around with a man? What a terrible butler."
"Y-you were the one who ordered me to come, weren’t you!"
The way she snapped back made it clear that she was bothered by it too.
But the fact that she’d come here in the end only meant she was desperate enough to endure it.
"…Ian."
The crease between Dania’s brows, which had been tightly pinched until a moment ago, slowly loosened.
Instead, her voice sounded oddly subdued, so I answered, wondering what she meant.
"Yeah?"
"Was the reason you kept teasing me today because the young lady was at your side?"
"No? I just wanted to mess with you, Dania."
"I see. That’s a relief…."
She didn’t let out a full-on sigh, but from the way she stared down at the floor, I could tell she was deeply relieved.
I wondered why, but before I even had time to ask, my attention was stolen by her body.
"You sweated a lot."
"…We had a physical fitness assessment today."
My eyes roamed over Dania’s body again.
Her sweat-soaked T-shirt and shorts clung tightly to her figure, giving her an obscene air.
Unfortunately, one of her proudest features — those lush breasts — was hidden away under bandages.
"Can you keep the gym clothes on and just loosen the bandages?"
"…You filthy pervert."
Dania slipped a hand under her shirt and started unwrapping the bandages.
The loosened strips drooped around her feet, and at last her enormous breasts, as if ready to burst through the gym shirt, came into view.
"Now smell me."
If I let her choose for herself, she’d hesitate once or twice every time, so I spoke in the tone of a command from the start.
Just as I wanted, Dania surrendered and came into my arms, inhaling my scent.
"Haa…."
I wrapped my arms around her, and despite her formidable impression, her body was surprisingly slender as she slipped right into my hold.
I let her indulge in me for as long as she wanted to make up for all the teasing so far, but then Dania glanced up at me.
"Th-that… Ian."
"Hmm?"
"Could you do it like before…?"
I stared blankly down at her, not understanding what she meant, and after a moment Dania, still hesitating, spoke again.
"Inside that gym shirt…."
Ah. So she liked that.
"D-don’t misunderstand me. It’s not because I meant anything by it; it’s just that this way I can smell you more strongly."
Was she trying to say it wasn’t because she liked me?
For her, exposing her own perverted side seemed better than letting her feelings for me show. What an odd woman.
I had no reason to refuse, so I lifted up the hem of my gym shirt and tucked Dania inside.
The last time I did this, the shirt stretched out so much I had to buy a new one, and I was pretty sure I’d need another after today too.
"…Ssshhh, hhaaa…."
Her breath and soft body felt directly against my skin.
"H-hey, hold me tighter like before."
"You’re ordering me around all of a sudden?"
"I-if you don’t want to, then you don’t have to."
I spread my arms wide and hugged Dania close.
In return, the heat of her body seeped into mine even more fiercely.
"How is it? Can you smell me more strongly now?"
"…."
Instead of answering, all I heard was her rough breathing.
Then one side of my chest suddenly started to itch, and I flinched.
"Hey, you just licked me, didn’t you?"
"I-is that not allowed?"
"It’s not that, it just surprised me. I don’t hate it, so do whatever feels comfortable."
This time again, there was no reply — only the ticklish brush of her tongue over my chest.
The motion, as if she were savoring the taste of my sweat and skin, sent a prickling warmth not only through my chest but through my lower body as well.
As I felt her tongue working over me, the sensation slowly shifted to the side and brushed against my nipple.
I jerked again, but Dania had permission now, so she took it as a green light and actually clamped her lips around it, sucking.
…I still wasn’t used to having my nipples played with.
I’d had women suck on them a few times before, even in the past, but it still felt strange every time.
It was a vague sensation — itchy, yet somehow pleasant too.
That said, I didn’t find it especially unpleasant.
The sensation of having my nipples sucked was subtle, but the fact that a woman was getting so aroused by this part of my body that she wanted to suck on it was more than enough to get me heated.
As I quietly let Dania have her way with my nipple, I became curious what kind of face she was making right now.
I flipped the hem of my gym shirt up from the bottom and stripped it off completely.
"Chuuup, smack… chupp."
Dania, apparently intoxicated by my smell, was sucking my nipple with half-lidded eyes and complete concentration.
The way she pursed her lips as tightly as she could until her cheeks hollowed out was so hot it was almost ridiculous.
"Didn’t expect you to be into sucking that."
"…I didn’t feel anything about it before, but today, for some reason, I just feel like doing it."
"I was actually planning to have you smell my cock this time. So what’ll it be?"
"…."
As expected, Dania crouched in front of me.
To reward the desperate tremble in her eyes, I pulled off both my pants and my underwear.
Even though I hadn’t brought it close to her face yet, Dania’s nose was already twitching.
I’d sweated a lot too, so the smell was probably stronger than usual.
Determined to let her take in my scent properly, I pressed the head of my cock against her nostril.
Of course it wasn’t going to go inside; instead, one side of her nose got pushed back by the glans, making her face look absurd.
Dania scowled at the sensation too, but the moment the smell rushed straight through her nose, her brow smoothed out.
"Ssshh, haa… ssshh."
Her dazed eyes made her look like she was on some dangerous drug.
A face she would never normally make.
But I was used to it by now, so all I saw was how lewd it looked.
"…Why are you staring so intently? Is this kind of look even with you enough to make you lose interest in me?"
I thought she’d be too busy smelling me to worry about how her own face looked, but apparently she was concerned about that too.
It surprised me a little, and a faint smile tugged at my lips.
"Nope. It’s sexy in a very Dania way, and I like it."
"…I see."
Maybe because of my answer, Dania didn’t say anything, but she started breathing in even more eagerly.
She slowly pushed her face forward and pressed herself against my cock, until there was nowhere left to retreat and my shaft was plastered against my lower abdomen.
Like pinning someone to a wall and kissing them with force, Dania rubbed her face against the cock pressed to my stomach and drew in a deep breath.
Even the arms locked around my hips carried a stubbornness that said she had no intention of letting go.
"Good. That’s enough."
When she stood up after hearing me, disappointment was written all over her face.
I slowly dragged my gaze over her body, still sticky with lingering attachment to my cock.
Even after P.E. was over, she’d worked herself up so much just from smelling me that her gym clothes clung even wetter to her curves.
Why did a woman who’d sweated through exercise look even sluttier than usual?
It was almost like she was spraying out pheromones meant to lure a male….
All at once, I felt like smelling her this time.
"Dania, come here."
She came to me with a puzzled look, and I pulled her into my arms, burying my face in the pale nape of her neck, where damp strands of hair stuck to her skin.
"Ssshh, haa…."
"H-hey, wait. What are you doing!"
"I want to smell Dania too."
"What did you say? Let go, let go!"
Dania struggled to break free, her face full of humiliation.
So she had a smell fetish of her own, but hated it when someone else sniffed her?
"Wait! Don’t smell me… get off!"
Seems she really did hate it.
Having discovered an unexpectedly fun weakness, I pressed even closer to her, determined to teach her the lesson of sympathy through lived experience.