Chapter 4
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Outdoor Stroll (1)
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[Late Night in the Tolly Family Study]
In the center of the spacious and elegantly furnished study stood a luxurious desk of fine hardwood, anchoring the room.
Centered on the wall behind the desk, just above eye level, two swords of extraordinary quality were mounted vertically.
A man with bluish-white hair leaned back in the black leather chair before the desk—designed for deep, comfortable reclining—and spoke.
The man's identity was Ruan Tolly.
Standing rigidly straight in front of the desk, listening intently to him, was Emma.
"Emma, I assigned you to handle the home tutor because I trust you."
"Keep tabs on his every move. If you catch even the slightest slip-up, report it to me immediately."
"Adelin's being stubborn right now, so she's letting him stay in the mansion for the time being. But if we get a reason, we can boot him out on the spot."
"Just knowing a black-haired man is in my space makes my skin crawl."
Emma replied in a firm voice, not twitching a muscle.
"Yes, Family Head. I won't disappoint you."
"You're dismissed. Oh, and even if nothing happens, give me a full report once a week."
"Understood."
With a bow from the waist, Emma turned and left the study.
The study fell into profound silence after she departed, broken only by the occasional click of Ruan's tongue.
I open my eyes.
Sunlight filters through the semi-transparent white curtains, draping over the massive bed to herald the morning.
Yawn. What a refreshing morning. The sunlight pouring into the room feels so warm.
As I stretch and sit up, my gaze lands on the bedroom wall.
In a soft ivory tone, it's adorned with intricate gold-embossed patterns and ornate designs.
Exhausted from the journey last night, I crashed the moment I hit the bed and didn't get a good look. But what a stunning room!
I love it.
Lost in thought as I sit on the bed, a knock echoes at the door.
Knock knock.
"Come in."
The door swings open, revealing Emma in a impeccably tailored navy suit.
The form-fitting fabric hugs her ample, beautiful breasts and curvaceous hips, making them all the more enticing.
Her body looks toned and gorgeous no matter when I see it.
"Did you sleep well, Master? Breakfast is ready. I have a report to give—shall I wait until after you've eaten?"
"Sounds good, Emma. Let's do that."
I follow her out of the bedroom and into the dining room.
On the long wooden table: paper-thin slices of ham, an assortment of cheeses, and a small basket of croissants nearby. Glasses of espresso lent a subtle aroma to the space.
"Not a bad spread. You're permitted to have your breakfast while I eat."
Here, Emma's breakfast meant my cum.
I settle into the center seat and take a bite of croissant to start my meal.
Emma strips off her clothes one by one, folding them neatly before dropping to her knees between my legs under the table. She begins gently stroking my cock.
Ngh. Such a warm touch... feels amazing.
As I savor her handiwork and fork some ham and cheese into my mouth, Emma leans in. She starts sucking softly from the tip of my glans all the way down, her tongue caressing every inch.
Slurp... smack... slurp... suck... mmmph...
"Haaah..."
A soft moan slips from my lips. Emma pauses her sucking, looks up at me, and asks,
Her voice carried a hint of excitement.
"Is something wrong? Anything uncomfortable?"
"No, you're doing great. Don't worry—just keep serving me like this."
"Yes... Thank you, Master."
Soon, a warm embrace envelops my entire shaft, sending waves of arousal through me.
Slurp... suck... smack... slurp slurp... mmmph...
Squish... squish... splish... splash...
As I wrap up my meal under her tender blowjob, new sounds join the sucking from under the table: the wet rub of fingers on pussy.
A quick glance down reveals Emma, too aroused to hold back. Her overflowing juices trickle down her thighs as she frantically fingers herself.
Slurp... mmmph... haa... haa... slurp slurp... splish squish...
Her moans mix with the slick sounds as she sucks.
"Can't even last a moment—mouth service not enough, so you're plunging into that slutty pussy of yours, you lewd slave?"
Emma moans her reply, but her hand doesn't stop working her folds.
"S-sorry... haa... haa... Master's cock is just too incredible... haa... I couldn't hold back."
"Punish this lewd slave... haaht!"
As she moans her answer, I grab her head and start thrusting deep—ramming my cock into her mouth and down her throat.
Thud... thud... thud thud!
Glurk... glurk... urk... glurk... ogogok!
Tears well in Emma's eyes from the brutal mouth-fucking, but her cheeks flush deep with pleasure.
The harder I pound her throat, the faster her fingers churn her pussy.
Saliva and gushing juices fill the air with obscene sounds.
Splish... splash... squelch... squelch...
"Hah! A gift for my lewd slave—swallow every drop!"
Spurt... spurt... gurgle gurgle...
I bury myself to the hilt in her throat and unload.
Gulp... gulp... guuulp...
Emma swallows it all down, then licks my cock and the spills around it spotless before sinking into a deep bow.
"Thank you for permitting my meal, Master. Haa... haa."
Still panting from her lingering arousal, I tell her,
"I'll be on the living room sofa. Finish cleaning up and come. We'll do the report there."
I head to the living room and recline on the plush ivory fabric sofa.
As I bask in its comfort, Emma kneels before me, back straight, and begins her report.
"Last night, after you went to sleep, Master, Ruan Tolly summoned me."
I liked how casually she named the Family Head she'd served for years.
Ruan has no clue about any of this, does he? The nerve—snubbing me like that. Arrogant prick.
"What did he want?"
"He ordered me to monitor you and report back weekly."
"Seems like he's fishing for any excuse to toss you out."
"Of course, he has no idea I'm serving you. Just kept stressing how much he trusts me."
Hahaha, what an idiot. Betrayed by his own trusted servant, and he doesn't even know it.
Why the hell does Ruan hate me so much? Doesn't matter, really.
Soon enough, that bastard will be wearing a look of utter defeat right in front of me.
Can't wait for that day.
Anyway, Ruan can wait. Nothing on the agenda today—might as well tour the grounds.
"Emma, recommend a good spot for a stroll around the mansion. I don't want to bump into Ruan while wandering the garden."
Emma pauses thoughtfully before replying.
"Yes, Master. The closest worthwhile spot is the stroll path past the main gate—it follows the river into the forest."
"The woods near the village are maintained by the locals, making it perfect for a walk."
Watching her state her opinion so confidently sparks an idea.
"Perfect. We'll head to that forest. Emma, get ready to go out."
Leaving the annex with Emma toward the main gate, we run into Adelin strolling the garden.
Adelin's full breasts flowing into those hips... it's artwork, every time.
"Oh! Jin, hello. Settling in okay at the annex?"
Adelin beams warmly at us and speaks up.
"Please, speak freely, Madam."
"It's a wonderful place to stay. Thank you for your kind hospitality."
"How could I be informal with my daughter's teacher?"
"If it's not too much trouble, could I sit in on a preparatory lesson before classes start?"
"I'm just so curious about how my girl will be learning..."
Her words were polite, but her eyes gleamed with intent to test me.
Can't fully trust an outsider on rumors alone. She planned this from the start.
Not someone to underestimate. But it's within my expectations.
"Of course, Madam. That said, my methods excel at helping beginners with mana—they might seem too basic for your tastes."
Adelin waves it off with a smile.
"Nonsense. Thank you for indulging me. When would suit you? Jin... Teacher?"
She emphasized "teacher" like it was meant to press me psychologically.
"Tomorrow afternoon during tea time, if that's alright. I'll have the lesson prepared. Does tomorrow work?"
"Mm... perfect. I've only heard rumors about Teacher Jin's classes—I'm truly looking forward to it. See you then."
With that, Adelin glides away on graceful steps.
After our encounter with Adelin, Emma and I follow the riverside path to the forest entrance.
Less a wild woodland and more an arboretum, with signs of careful human tending right from the gate.
Stepping in, towering oaks and pines stretch skyward, their dense foliage casting cool green shade.
Glowing stones embedded along the winding trail, paired with smoothed pebbles, blend seamlessly with sunlight filtering through the leaves—lending the woods an air of quiet mystery.
Not untouched nature, but meticulously curated. Beautiful spot.
Admiring the serene, enchanting vista, we venture deeper along the path until a bench catches my eye by the wayside.
Probably for walkers to rest.
I approach, take a seat, and turn to Emma trailing behind me.
"Undress."