The Baron's Widow (2)
A lavish room adorned with gold and emeralds. Alicia sat before the mirror, having just finished her bath. Her hand paused as she applied cream to her dried face. The events of the day suddenly came to mind.
'Why'd you help me?'
'You looked like you were in danger.'
A snicker escaped her lips.
"Looks like even you can't help yourself. Trying so hard to seduce me."
She scoffed and continued applying the cream to her face.
Knock knock.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
"Come in."
The door opened, and her father entered. He was still dressed in the same clothes from that morning, having just returned home.
"Don't go out at all this weekend. Stay home."
"Why?"
"Word is Marquis Bishtent is heading to the capital with his faction. The city will be in an uproar by the weekend when they arrive."
"Isn't he on bad terms with Queen Isabella? I figured city access might be restricted."
"He's coming to check on His Highness's condition in person after so long bedridden. The queen has no reason to deny him. Blocking him would only stir up resentment among the nobles and fuel public suspicions even more."
"You mean the rumors that the queen's been poisoning His Highness every day?"
"Hush. Don't speak such things lightly. Anyway, stay quietly at home until they leave."
"Ugh, what a hassle."
As her father turned to leave the room, he paused and looked back.
"Oh, right. The house next door sold."
"That gorgeous place? Who bought it?"
"Who knows. We'll find out soon enough."
Alicia jumped up from her seat and rushed to the window.
She slid it open with a rattle and gazed at the grand mansion across the way under the night sky. Lights were on throughout the building.
"Why are the lights on at this hour? It really sold, huh."
"I saw workers bustling about as I came home. They're probably doing renovations."
"Who bought it? It's such a pretty house."
"Whoever it is, someone with immense wealth to afford a place like that."
"About the same fortune as our family?"
"Hard to say. Could even be a high-ranking palace official."
"Whoa... I can't wait to see who moves in."
Even after her father left, Alicia kept peeking at the neighbor's house, grinning to herself. She hoped there'd be a peer her age among the kids. Hanging out with them would make her shine even brighter.
"Please let there be a hot guy who listens well."
It was well past midnight. The mansion was dark and silent. Everyone had retired for the night except for the knights on patrol.
"Site said there's a guest tonight, so Mom's probably super nervous. It's her first time with a man since Dad."
"How long's it been?"
"Around four years? Dad passed three years ago."
I turned to Site, who stood beside me.
"How'd you introduce me?"
"As my younger brother."
"Younger brother..."
She looked even younger than me, appearance-wise. Would this even work?
"Calling you my brother means I can keep you in check, so Madam will feel at ease."
"Ah, got it..."
Lydia gripped my hand tightly.
"Make Mom a total dick addict tonight. I'm counting on you, Professor."
"Think one night will do it?"
"You'll come again?"
"We'll see."
As if I'd keep coming over. A professor meeting a student's parent that often would raise eyebrows.
"Madam's eyes are blindfolded right now."
"She didn't think it was weird?"
"Luckily, she asked for it first. She said bedding a man who's not her husband is shameful and sinful—she doesn't want to see his face."
"Classic Mom. She's scared she'll fall hard for some stranger she barely knows. Heh. I know her personality well."
I wet my lips and smacked them lightly in anticipation.
"Let's go. She'll worry if we're late."
"You got this. Send her straight to heaven."
Leaving Lydia waving with a beaming smile, Site and I entered the lady's bedroom.
"Madam, we're here."
Candlelight warmly illuminated the dimly lit room. There sat Rose Mary on the edge of the bed, demurely, her eyes covered with a black cloth. She wore sheer black lingerie that hinted at her nipples.
A far cry from the refined lady I'd seen earlier—this was the epitome of a vulgar widow. Where the hell did she get lingerie so slutty it showed even her pubic hair? My illusions of her elegance shattered in that instant.
"This is my younger brother, Tom. Tom, from now on, not a single word out of you in here. Madam doesn't want to remember your voice. So greet her quietly, no sounds."
I deliberately exaggerated my movements so she'd hear the bow—ninety degrees.
Bow.
"......"
Rose Mary said nothing, but a heavy sigh escaped her. She was trembling badly.
"Tom, swear on everything you have. You saw nothing tonight, did nothing. You weren't even here. Break this promise, and God's wrath will strike you dead by lightning. Got it? Clap twice if you do."
Clap. Clap.
As I clapped softly, the lady drew in and exhaled a deep breath again. First time with a stranger—she was tense, but there was an undercurrent of excited anticipation too.
"Madam, Tom will do his utmost to satisfy you tonight. I'll wait outside the door, so ring the bell if you need anything."
Rose Mary nodded.
"Tom, remember. Get too excited and rude with Madam, and you're out. Be gentle."
Clap. Clap.
Oh, this maid Site—she was a natural actress. Masterfully steering the situation. No wonder she had Rose Mary's favor; sharp as a tack.
"Now, undress."
As Site instructed, I began shedding my clothes clumsily. She helped from the side. Shirt off, pants off, underwear off.
My toned physique and flaccid cock came into view, and Site's eyes quickly scanned me head to toe. Pure curiosity in her gaze.
Her hand gently caressed my muscled chest, then slid lower. She grabbed my cock without hesitation, kneading it. Her touch brimmed with personal desire—like she was indulging her own curiosity.
Not a quick feel; she kept at it. Hey, now's not the time for you to grope. You're supposed to leave.
"......"
Silence filled the room as Site fixated on my cock.
'What're you waiting for? Get out.'
The lady, waiting patiently, started tilting her head curiously.
Come to think of it, if Site fooled around with her lady every night, she must have balls of steel and a raging sex drive.
Throb!
My cock hardened, and Site's eyes widened at its majestic erection. Probably the finest she'd ever seen. Maybe she'd never even been with a man?
She stared so intently.
'If that's the case, maybe give her a little show?'
A playful urge surged. To really shock her, I curled my lips and activated the skill.
Penis Elasticity Reinforcement
My cock, at ninety degrees, snapped up straight against my abs. One-eighty, perfectly erect. Veins bulging more than before, it throbbed temptingly right in front of Site's eyes. Thicker too, blood rushing harder than usual.
"G-Good lord..."
Her mouth gaped. Eyes blinking rapidly.
I smiled quietly.
'Want it for yourself?'
Ding-dong. Ding.
With no words for so long, Rose Mary grew suspicious and tugged the cord by the bedhead, ringing the bell.
Site jolted upright.
"Ahem! Right here, Madam."
She spoke as if nothing happened.
"Madam, Tom's my brother, but we sleep together too, so he's discreet. Please relax and enjoy."
With that, Site left the room.
Finally, alone with Rose Mary. A slight tension hit me.
'What first?'
I looked at her face. Bare of makeup, her skin glowed with pure beauty.
My cock, hard from Site's teasing, twitched faintly.
'Show her the dick first? She doesn't care who I am—it's the cock she wants.'
She must be curious what it looks like.
I approached and took her wrist. She flinched.
Almost said "excuse me," but swallowed it.
"......"
"......"
Silently, I guided her hand to my cock.
Rose Mary tilted her head slightly, groping around. She quickly realized from the shape and size in her palm, her mouth falling open.
'What do you think? Satisfied?'
She swallowed hard. Her hand kept exploring my cock—from the head down the shaft, to the balls, kneading, then back up to the head.
Fascinated by how it stood rigid against my abs. She pulled it back and let go; the head smacked right back.
Rock-hard like a rod, yet with rubber-band snap-back elasticity. Worlds apart from her late husband's, apparently—she couldn't close her mouth, kept fondling in awe.
'That should give her a good idea what'll go inside her.'
I reached out, grabbing her wrist—signal to stop. Cock intro over; now for pussy reveal.
I laid her back on the bed, gently spread her legs. Nothing under the black mesh skirt—a neat vertical slit.
'Hmm, pretty pussy. Tight and perky, no sagging.'
Nervous juices already glistening. I'd planned one night only, but she'd be craving more.
Smelled great too.