Chapter 7 Part I
Karel was busy as hell. Though part of it was because he'd wasted a day having s€x with Elia, but it was also because he had to deal with Elia who whined every night. I tried to take responsibility for the fact that I had sweet-talked her into giving her cum every day. But that was only good for a few days, and it got annoying when it took up every night for Karel. On top of that, Elia passed out before Karel could fully satisfy himself, so he got tired of the days when his desires were not satisfied.
That's it. Karel got up from his seat and turned to Elia.
"When you get healthy."
He was already tired because he had a lot to worry about. There were many people who used Elia's origin as an excuse to bite her here and there. There were even people who asked for Elia. They must have gone crazy, because they dared to ask for his things.
"Health? How do I get healthy?"
He left her bedroom, leaving Elia behind, who was holding onto her clothes.
"Tch-."
The only fun thing for Elia in the house was rolling around in bed with Karel. Everything else was boring. Studying letters, arranging flowers, embroidering, everything! Elia was consumed by the intense pleasure she shared with Karel.
Elia dropped the fairy tale book she had read dozens of times today to the floor. She wanted something more thrilling and fun than that. Like~
Elia, lying on the bed, slowly touched her chest. As she touched it, recalling the memory of Karel touching her, her breath quickly escaped her lips. Her stomach tingled at the same time as the strange sensation.
"Ah! I can do it!"
Elia was purely happy that she could enjoy that strange sensation by herself. And she was happy that she didn't have to spend boring time alone anymore.
She had to brag to Karel that she found a way to have fun by herself.
Her plump breasts were hard to hold with one hand. However, if she used both hands, her bottom would be empty. Elia frowned. However, she gave in to one hand because stimulating the bottom felt better than stimulating the top. Instead, she held her small nipple. The nipple was easy to hold with one hand.
As she twisted and pinched it here and there, a pleasant sensation rose up. She could feel a moist liquid flowing out from below as well. Elia pushed her finger past the thick hill and into her already soaking wet v@gina. Touching her own place for the first time felt stranger than she had thought. It was wet and slippery, and she felt a chill every time she pressed against the inner wall. In addition, she felt as if one finger was not enough to pull it tightly, so she naturally increased the number of fingers.
"Hmm.."
A groan escaped her lips. Her waist twisted, and a slapping sound rose and spread with each round of movement. Elia smelled the liquid on her finger, thinking it was urine. It wasn't. Elia's movement continued like that.
"Hnghh-."
I tried changing positions and increasing the number of fingers. Strangely, it was different from what I did with Karel. Something was missing.
Elia was anxious. She was so focused on the act that she didn’t even hear the creaking sound of the door opening. She forgot that the time for her bridal class was approaching,
“Huh? Hamel?”
“Lady Elia?”
Hamel was startled by the sight of Elia spreading her legs and masturbating. The chemise was lying in disarray on the floor, and the v*gina biting her small hand was throbbing as if it was not enough.
Elia kept playing with her fingers as if she didn’t care that Hamel was here. Every time her fingers moved in and out of the entrance, a lewd liquid flowed out.
“Hauh... hmph. Not enough.”
Even though she had inserted four fingers, Elia looked at Hamel, shaking her waist as if she was still not satisfied. Her gaze was fixed on Hamel’s pants. The front, already bulging, seemed to have what she wanted.
"Hamel, Hamel-."
"It's time for the bridal class."
"Ugh, that's boring. Let's do something fun together."
Maybe it was because she had half the blood of a pro$titute. Hamel frowned at Elia's frivolous and vulgar request. On top of that, Hamel's face turned bright red because she was saying obscene words so casually.
"Come and f*ck me Hamel. Give me Hamel's dick."
But unlike that, reason was put to the test.
"No."
He barely managed to utter a refusal.
"Why?"
"...I can't."
Elia stopped poking her fingers inside and raised her body. Hamel flinched at the sight of the woman's naked body. Her platinum hair flowed down her round curves.
"Hamel."
He felt that the sight that he should have despised was beautiful. He stared blankly at what Elia was doing, half-losing his reason.
"Ugh...!"
He came to his senses at the pleasure that was rising through his center. Hamel's gaze turned downward. Elia had unbuckled his trouser buckle and was touching his genitals.
"Eh, Lady Elia!"
Noble women usually did not express their desires in this way. They would subtly caress their thighs or touch the back of their hands to send signals. Furthermore, even prostitutes didn't act like this, waiting for a man to touch them first. Moreover, Hamel had old-fashioned side and had never given in to such sexual demands.
Hamel's head froze at Elia's unexpected behavior.
"Hmm, but, Hamel is standing here too!"
Elia continued to stroke Hamel’s p€nis as if it were a toy. Hamel’s expression changed from moment to moment. He was ashamed, then contemptuous, then happy.
“Hnng, haa. Lady Elia, oh, no.”
Hamel finally cried.
But there was no way Elia would care about Hamel’s feelings. Elia put the glans in her mouth. The soft p€nis was like candy, so it was easy to put in her mouth and suck. Besides, Karel liked it whenever she did this to him. She thought that if she made Hamel feel good, he would put his p€nis inside her.
The soft p€nis gradually became stiff. It was hard enough to put in Elia’s mouth.
“Ughh. Ha, no more, it’s dirty.”
Hamel’s face turned bright red. Elia’s saliva-covered hands were staining his clothes, but he didn’t even have time to care about that. He was flustered after seeing Elia sucking his cock like candy. When he pushed Elia’s head away, she spread her legs and lay down. As if telling him to hurry and f*ck her.
“Hamel, are you going to f*ck me? Quickly, quickly.”
Hamel looked at Elia and quickly pulled up his pants. He felt like he would make a mistake if they were in the same space together, so he left Elia and ran away.
A crazy woman, a pro$titute.
But he almost fell for that woman. His self-loathing surged. He didn’t even have time to get his clothes straight and opened the office door without knocking. Karel frowned at Hamel’s rude behavior.
"You came down earlier than I thought. How was the bridal class today?"
Hamel spoke hesitantly to Karel, who was expecting a report.
"Sh-she was masturbating."
"Elia?"
"And, asked me to f*ck her..."
Hamel's face turned red with shame.
"Um, Lady Elia, it would be better for her to take lessons from someone else..."
"And reveal the Duke's family secrets to someone else? You take care of it."
Karel's face frowned.
"...b, but."
"Haa.. Are you contradicting my orders right now? The Elders alone are enough to nitpick my words."
Karel picked up the documents as if his business was over.
"Go upstairs."
Hamel let out a deep sigh, and walked heavy steps.
He hesitated for a long time as he stood in front of the door. And when he barely opened the door, he felt like crying at the sight of Elia. She was still masturbating.
"Huh, Hamel, you're back?"
"No."
Hamel carefully grabbed Elia’s hand. The liquid that must have come from below made his hand slippery. It was hard to suppress his contempt. However, Hamel tried to hide his expression and spoke carefully, hiding his irritation.
“Don’t do this.”
“Why?”
“This, this is something that people in love do.”
“Why? I love Hamel! Why can’t I?”
It seemed that she couldn’t distinguish between the love that was shown between the opposite sex and the love that people felt for their friends or family.
“The love you’re talking about and the love I’m talking about are different.”
“Why? I love you?”
His head hurt at the question that started again.
“No.”
“Why? But, if you poke Elia’s bottom with your finger, it’ll feel better. Hamel’s will feel better too.”
Hamel’s face turned bright red at the direct words. He adjusted his glasses that were loosely hanging down and covered Elia’s body with a blanket.
"Masturbation is a secret act that you do alone, not something you show off to anyone."
"But! Elie wanted to show off to dad."
Hamel's face turned pale. There was no logic or common sense in the person in front of him.
"And, if you poke the p*ssy with the di¢k, it feels good. Di¢k exists to poke the p*ssy!"
"...Huh?"
My head hurt from listening to such nonsense with my mind clear.
"So, give it to me. Hamel's di¢k."
Hamel eventually gave up on Elia. Talking to an illogical person made him feel like he wasn't normal.
He started the lesson regardless of whether Elia masturbated or not. Sometimes her moans would hit his ears, but he tried to ignore them. However, the lesson was so slow that he couldn't finish it even when Karel, who had finished his work, arrived in the bedroom.
"Elia."
I thought she would be doing something else by now, but Elia didn't disappoint. She was raised poorly without proper education, but Elia was more stupid than he expected. And he looked at the old-fashioned Hamel and snickered. He lowered his head as if he wanted to disappear right now.
"Huh? Ka, Karel?"
"Did you do that alone today?"
"Ah, aah! That, that's not it."
"Then what did you do?"
"I took Hamel's class!"
Basically, Karel despised stupid people. However, Elia's appearance of spreading her legs wide and masturbating was not bad. Karel snickered at the disheveled sheets. It was interesting because it was the first time he had seen a woman like that.
"Ha, but, Hamel didn't do it with Elia."
"So, you want to have s€x with Hamel?"
"Hmph, Elia's fingers alone aren't enough. But since Karel is here, Hamel can go."
Karel snickered. Then he nodded to Hamel. Hamel bowed his head and left the room.
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