The Unshakable Carriage
033.
Inside the VIP fitting room that the Golden Balance prided itself on.
The moment we arrived, the tailors swarmed around Marina and skillfully guided her up onto the platform. Soon, luxurious fabrics were being draped over her voluptuous figure as basting pins began to find their places.
Having never experienced anything like this in her life, she stood stiff as a wooden doll, completely rigid.
"Oh dear, I can barely breathe for fear of getting pricked by the pins."
She gave an awkward laugh and spoke to me.
"Do nobles really do this all the time? I've only ever heard about it, but it's so much more awkward and embarrassing than I imagined."
Reclining comfortably on the sofa as I leisurely took in the sight, I smiled faintly and replied.
"Don't worry. This place is one of the most renowned and skilled establishments in the kingdom, so it'll be over before you know it. Besides, your nervous look is adorable to me."
At my teasing reassurance, the staff smiled and began complimenting her, telling her she was doing wonderfully to help ease her tension.
The staff bustled about efficiently, taking measurements and finishing the basting in no time. The first garment completed was a navy-toned, classically elegant silk dress, which they helped her into.
Our eyes met as she stood on the platform in the dress.
Beautiful.
I whispered the word silently, shaping it with my lips.
Flushing with embarrassment at the compliment, she nevertheless met my gaze without looking away and smiled.
Next came matching shoes to the dress.
Two staff members each held up a different pair of shoes, deep in serious deliberation.
"Wouldn't higher heels with more ornate decorations suit this dress better?"
"No, given Madam's elegant aura, a lower heel with a more refined style would be preferable."
I rose from the sofa and approached them.
"We'll go with these."
I pointed to the pair with the lower, more understated heels.
"The dress is already quite ornate, so something that keeps her feet comfortable while accentuating their shape would be better."
Then I took the shoes directly from the staff member's hands.
"Ah, we'll put them on for her!"
Waving off their protests with a casual gesture, I told them it was fine.
I stepped up onto the platform, naturally dropping to one knee.
"Huh, Sian...?"
She looked flustered by my unexpected action, but I simply gazed up at her with a playful expression.
"Nuna, lift your leg a little."
After a moment's hesitation, she gathered up the hem of her dress slightly and carefully extended her foot.
I gently cradled her smooth calf, my fingers tracing the soft skin from calf down to slender ankle with affectionate strokes.
It was a natural, intimate display of affection that had become possible between us.
"Hngh."
Right in front of the watching staff.
Even though I had only caressed her calf—an innocent enough spot—her face flushed a deep crimson as if it might burst. She nearly stumbled, clutching my shoulder in a panic as she drew a sharp breath.
"Sian... everyone can see..."
At that, I set the teasing aside and carefully slipped the shoe onto her foot.
"It suits you well. You've worked so hard all this time— from now on, let's only go to nice places while you're wearing these."
At my calm yet affectionate words, her eyes quickly grew moist, shimmering beautifully with overwhelming emotion.
"Since we're already dressed up so nicely, shall we go somewhere else to enjoy ourselves a bit more?"
I suggested casually, riding the mood, but she slowly shook her head. Perhaps overwhelmed by the luxurious treatment she'd never experienced before, fatigue was evident on her face.
"Sian, I'm sorry... I must be too tense. I'm feeling dizzy and tired. Let's save the date for next time."
"All right. Let's head back for today."
We boarded the carriage Iris was driving once more and made our way back to the mansion.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was markedly different from the ride there. The version of her who had tried to sit across from me out of consideration for Iris outside was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, she sat right beside me, rubbing her shoulder and cheek against me like a cat begging for affection. Completely captivated by the tenderness I'd shown in the fitting room, she had become a woman lost in love rather than reason.
Looking down fondly at her lovely crown, I naturally reached out and cupped her ample breast.
"Hngh, ah... hngh."
As I kneaded the heavy, overflowing flesh in my palm, the soft sensation transmitted vividly through the thin fabric. I traced large circles, then lightly pinched and twisted her hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Haangh... Sian... ah, mmh..."
If it had been on the way here, she would have been startled and conscious of Iris outside. But now she simply kept her eyes tightly shut, trembling as she obediently accepted my touch.
Instead, she exhaled her heated breath against my neck.
Seeing that, I wrapped my other hand around her wrist and guided it downward, placing it atop my erection that strained visibly against my trousers.
Surprised by how hard it already was, she flinched but didn't pull away. Instead, she began carefully stroking its massive shape up and down.
Swish, swish.
"Already... this... so hot..."
Her fingers grew increasingly bold over the fabric. Biting her lower lip, she squeezed the entire length as if gauging its size, then repeatedly stroked down along the shaft.
The air inside the carriage grew hotter.
I leaned in and whispered softly into her ear.
"Nuna, can you do it with your mouth right now?"
"With my mouth...?"
She flinched and instinctively glanced toward the coachman's seat beyond the carriage wall—where Iris sat. But the hesitation lasted only a moment.
"Okay..."
Cheeks flushed, she answered softly and lowered her head between my legs.
Ziiip.
The zipper came down, and she carefully freed my erection from my underwear before taking it into her mouth.
At first she held it carefully, worried the sounds might escape outside. But gradually, overwhelmed by rising pleasure and instinct, her lips moved faster.
"Chop, chup, chop, chup."
The wet, obscene sounds of saliva echoed clearly inside the narrow carriage.
- Iris noticed. She glanced inside and her face went stiff.
Lia's flustered voice rang out, but I paid it no mind.
I simply leaned back comfortably against the seat, affectionately stroking her soft hair as she devotedly moved her head between my legs.
"I like you, Nuna."
"Chup, Sian... chwup..."
Good. The sight of such a pretty woman sucking me off inside the carriage while occasionally glancing up at me.
I reached out and squeezed her breast over her clothes.
"Haangh..."
Even just having her breast touched made her let out an aroused moan.
At her reaction, my shaft throbbed and twitched.
Her oral movements grew even more lewd and rapid.
"Chup! Chwup! Churup!!"
Spurt!
"Mmph!!!!!"
Unable to hold back, I released inside her mouth. Caught off guard by how quickly I'd finished, she looked startled for a moment but soon diligently swallowed, her throat working.
"Haa... hu..."
After quickly tidying up, she leaned against my shoulder. I closed my eyes, savoring the deep afterglow.
Upon arriving at the mansion and stepping out of the carriage, her tension seemed to release all at once as she let out a series of small yawns.
With fatigue written all over her face, she was about to head toward her own room when I reached out and caught her hand.
"Huh, Sian...?"
"Nuna, sleep in my room tonight."
"Your room...?"
"Yeah. Your room will be noisy with the maids cleaning. Mine is well soundproofed, so you'll be able to sleep soundly. Stay there tonight."
Her eyelids heavy with exhaustion, she nodded obediently. I led her to my room and laid her on the bed, where she soon fell asleep, breathing softly.
After confirming she was asleep, I quietly left the room and closed the door.
Where did Iris go?
- She went up to the third floor.
If what you said is true, she's probably comforting herself in her room right now?
- Right? Maybe she's practicing with something in her mouth like the auntie did earlier?
I took out the mansion master key I'd prepared in advance and headed to the third floor. Standing before Iris's door, I inserted the key and turned the handle with extreme care.
Click.
Naturally, I'd expected to hear heated breathing or wet sounds the moment I opened the door. But...
...It's empty?
The room was completely vacant. The only movement came from the curtains fluttering through the wide-open veranda door.
Feeling puzzled, I approached the veranda on silent feet. The moment I leaned out and looked down...
Huh? What's she doing down there? Nuna's sleeping alone.
On the second-floor veranda outside my room, Iris was crouched in the narrow corner, staring intently through the window gap into my room while holding her breath.
- Wow, I wondered where she got her material from, but she's watching directly.
Lia chuckled in disbelief before suggesting in a sly tone.
- Hey, let's hide here. If she goes back to her room after doing that, she'll probably do something by herself, right?
It was perfect timing. Nodding, I quickly scanned the room for a hiding spot. The large wardrobe caught my eye first, but Lia quickly objected.
- Not the wardrobe. She'll open it right away to take out the necklace or underwear she uses to masturbate.
Yeah, that makes sense.
Passing the wardrobe, I moved toward a large wooden partition in the corner of the room. Primarily used to block views while changing clothes, it was perfect for concealing my frame.
Leaning my back against the partition, I breathed shallowly and erased my presence completely.
Now all that remained was for Iris to return, tired from waiting below, and act exactly as we expected.