Decadent Lessons and Secret Maids
"You enjoy quite a violent masturbation session, Juliana. Well, considering your usual behavior, I suppose it's not particularly surprising."
Though I called it masturbation, her own will had very little to do with the intense thrusting currently violating her pussy. She was simply being moved exactly as I pleased. However, Juliana was in no position to argue.
"Ah, haah... ngh...! Haaah...!"
Her breath hitched violently. She seemed far more aroused now than when she had actually been masturbating on her own earlier.
"Spread your legs wider, Juliana."
Even as her thighs trembled violently, Juliana obeyed my command. Leaning against the desk for support, her legs parted further and further. Though her long skirt draped over her, preventing me from seeing the exact state of things.
If her clothes were in the way, I simply had to remove them. I felt along Juliana's waist, searching for the skirt's clasp. Unfastening it and sliding the skirt down, her lower half was left practically bare. No, she was wearing one thing: a precariously tied string panty. But I untied the knot and stripped that away as well.
The contrast between her neat, formal suit on her upper half and her completely bare lower half, currently being impaled by a dildo, was striking. From my perspective, it was quite an entertaining sight.
"Ngh, ah, haaah...!"
Had she come again? I kept thrusting the toy inside her, completely indifferent to how many times she climaxed. If anything, this merciless torment seemed to work wonders on a masochist like Juliana.
With a wet, sliding sound, I pulled the dildo completely out of Juliana's pussy. Just that single motion of withdrawal was enough to wrench a loud groan from her lips. Below Juliana's legs, as she stood half-bent and trembling, a large puddle had formed. Even now, juices flowed ceaselessly from her gaping entrance.
Juliana barely managed to support her shuddering body, her hands gripping the table as she reeled from the overwhelming pleasure. It was a scene so lewd I wanted to display it to every single faculty member and student at the Academy.
I let out a deliberate sigh and said, "I thought you dressed rather modestly today, but you were wearing such a decadent thing underneath. Did you have plans to be held by your husband tonight?"
"Ah... n-no... with... with him... we haven't... done that in a very long time..." Trailing off, Juliana added in a relatively clearer voice, "P-please... don't talk about my husband..."
Hmm, is this her final line of defense as a married woman? Yet, it didn't quite feel that way. Rather than wanting to protect her feelings for her husband, she sounded as if she simply didn't want to think about him at all. Of course, that was just my speculation. Regardless, if Juliana didn't want to talk about it, it was best to avoid the subject. What I wanted, after all, was to maintain my cooperative relationship with her. Having her marriage with the Marquis of Sancene completely fall apart wouldn't do any good.
"Well, I understand. Then this naughty underwear is just your personal taste?"
Juliana replied, her face flushed with shame. "Y-yes... the thought of... of someone noticing I'm wearing something like this... it gives me a th-thrill..."
She was a pervert who left me utterly speechless. Was this woman truly an educator? Hearing her words made me want to verify something. Pointing at Juliana's still tightly covered upper body, I said, "Then I have no choice but to check the top as well. Show me what kind of underwear you are wearing up there."
With trembling hands, Juliana began to strip off her upper garments. After shedding two layers of clothing, she revealed a black bra that appeared to be a set with her panties. In terms of fabric coverage, this part was at least somewhat normal—though "coverage" was a relative term. The black fabric covering her breasts was entirely sheer, completely see-through. Her vulgarly erect nipples were fully visible beneath it.
Having been neglected while her pussy climaxed multiple times, her nipples had swollen large and hard, as if throwing a tantrum. Conscious of my gaze, Juliana's breathing grew heavy once more. Was she imagining her breasts being tormented this time? Indeed, with every breath she took, her subtly swaying breasts were incredibly seductive.
"Your top is quite naughty as well, Juliana."
"I-I'm sorry..."
Though she apologized, her voice sounded much closer to expressing gratitude.
Mixing in another sigh, I said, "Sigh... this is hardly a sight to display before a pure lady of the royal family. Your obscene appearance alone is enough to charge you with lèse-majesté."
Of course, I was the one who had stripped her and ordered her to show me. But the more absurd the verbal abuse, the more a masochist would get aroused.
"Ah... I-I have no excuse..."
Once again, she sounded far more delighted than apologetic. But it didn't matter. Curling the corner of my lips, I said, "You are forbidden from wearing this obscene underwear for the rest of the day. Spend the entire day reflecting on your actions without any underwear at all."
Expecting her to simply be thrilled, I was surprised when Juliana gasped in shock. "W-what? B-but today... I have to welcome the Academy's sponsors at a dinner banquet... W-without underwear..."
It seemed her unusually neat attire today was because she had to receive guests. Wait, so she wore such slutty underwear even knowing she had an official event like that?
"Do you plan on displaying your underwear during today's schedule? If not, I don't see what the problem is."
Well, it wasn't as if I didn't understand her feelings. The psychological difference between wearing even a scrap of fabric and wearing absolutely nothing was immense.
"Th-that... ngh... I-I understand..."
In the end, Juliana hung her head in resignation. I gave her permission to dress. Excluding her underwear, of course. After wiping herself down and putting her clothes back on, Juliana looked perfectly normal on the outside. I reached out and squeezed her breast.
"Ah...!"
As I grabbed her right around the nipple, a lewd moan escaped her lips. Knowing she wasn't wearing a bra, I could see a subtle protrusion where her nipple was.
"Fufu, you really are sensitive. Even though I didn't even touch your breasts today."
"Ngh..."
This time, I reached down between her legs. Through the single layer of fabric, the heat and moisture of her pussy were unmistakable.
"Mmmph...!"
"I don't know what kind of people will be attending, but you should certainly watch out for sexual harassment. If they find out you came without any underwear on purpose... they might do far worse things to you."
Of course, that would never happen. Juliana was a Marchioness, after all. No matter how influential the Academy's sponsors were, it was impossible for them to make such advances on a Marchioness. However, it seemed more than enough to stimulate Juliana's imagination. Her face flushed crimson, likely from whatever dirty thoughts were running through her head.
After leaving Juliana's room, I headed to the Roberts Mansion. By now, both the Academy classes and the Knight Order's training would have concluded. What Luna had told me was weighing on my mind—the fact that Tina had not returned from the Roberts Mansion. To prevent William from being murdered by Luna, I needed to see what was going on. Well, William was clever, so I doubted he would do anything rash, but...
Upon hearing of my arrival, William came out to greet me warmly.
"Welcome, Princess! What brings you here?"
"I just wanted to drop by. Hmm... shall we go inside and talk first?"
"Of course. Right this way."
William escorted me with quite a noble air. Once we entered the drawing room, a maid soon brought in tea. But the moment I saw the maid's face, I couldn't help but gasp in shock.
"...Ti-Tina?"
"Eek...! P-Princess...!"
I wasn't the only one surprised. Upon realizing the visiting guest was me, Tina's face flushed bright red.
"W-what is the meaning of this, William? Why is Ti-Tina... dressed like your maid...?"
Only William remained perfectly composed. He simply spoke in a calm tone.
"Well, there is no need for a long explanation. It is exactly as it looks. I felt Lady Tina needed a bit of social experience, so I am offering my assistance in my own way."
"Y-you... does Luna Lorencia know about this?"
"Hahaha, of course not. If she did, I wouldn't have enough lives to survive."
Has this guy trained too much with the knights? Did an excess of testosterone cause a tumor in his brain?
"Ti-Tina, why are you meekly going along with this? Even if this is William's mansion..."
"B-but... if I didn't do this... he wouldn't reply to a single thing I said..."
I could easily picture the scene in my head. Tina, of course, must have resisted at first. In response, the whip William chose to use was the 'silent treatment.' He probably ignored her completely, no matter how much she screamed or threw tantrums. For that to work as a punishment... Tina had to perceive it as one. It meant that to Tina, being ignored by William was far worse than wearing a maid uniform.
Well, it was impressive in its own way. To think he managed to tame the twisted Tina this far. Was this the power of youth?
Of course, I agreed with reforming Tina's personality into something resembling a decent human being. But even so, this was going too far. Lowering my voice slightly, I asked William,
"William, you didn't... lay a hand on Tina, did you?"
"Do not worry, Princess. I have merely had her wear the uniform and do some light chores, but I am fundamentally treating her as a guest. Right, Tina?"
His answer seemed slightly off-point... What I wanted to ask was about the extremely common things that could happen when a young man and woman who harbored feelings for each other stayed in the same house. No, perhaps William hadn't even entertained such thoughts in the first place. Though mature for their age, they were still just children, after all.
Tina replied, her demeanor completely devoid of her former arrogance.
"...Yes... it is exactly as the Baron says..."
Now, even I didn't know anymore... I really didn't know...