The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 78

“Ah! Ngh! No, not there…!”

Even as she said no, Sheila panted, because his hips didn’t stop.

“Not there?” he echoed.

Isn’t it obvious…?

That place wasn’t meant for doing strange things.

Every part of the body had its own use. Feet were for walking, hands for working, eyes for seeing, a nose for breathing, a mouth for eating….

As the memory of taking him into her mouth surfaced, Sheila’s judgment began to blur.

“Ah, please, move that hand away.”

No, really, she didn’t need a reason to defend her anus. With the unfamiliar sensation of someone else’s hand touching there, Sheila could only shudder and beg.

“I don’t want to. What should I do?”

After refusing her plea, he smeared the slick fluid that ran between her folds and blatantly rubbed it over the spot.

“Hngh, no…! That’s dirty!”

Sheila recoiled. But compared to her reaction, her movements were pitifully small, because Cedric shoved his cock in even deeper and laid his body over her back.

“It’s not dirty, Sheila,” he whispered in her ear. “If you let me put a finger in, I’ll cut the time in half.”

Sheila tried to gauge the time.

Of the three hours she had to be here today, only about thirty minutes had passed.

A moment ago, when she came into this room, he hadn’t done anything besides putting an apron on her bare body, so she’d wondered what was going on. So this was the ambush.

“Hm? What do you think, Sheila? That’s a pretty good offer, isn’t it? It’s not like I’m saying I’ll put my cock in. It’s just a finger.”

Cedric pestered her for permission. All the while, he pressed her from behind and kept ramming his thick, long cock into her….

“Hm? Sheila.”

“Ngh, w-wait!”

Sheila tried to think again about what the body was for. Eyes to see, a nose to breathe, a mouth to take him….

“Hngh!”

Her thoughts wouldn’t go the way she wanted.

All standards and judgments blurred. And yet she felt like she had to do what he said. Her unconscious mind was working, because obeying him always came with a reward.

“Then, ngh, just one, hng… just one. You can only put in one.”

“Fine.”

The moment permission was granted, the weight on her back disappeared.

After straightening his upper body again, he tried to enter the place he’d gotten permission for.

“Ahhng!”

But yielding that place to someone else was much harder than she expected.

When something unfamiliar intruded, she naturally tensed there.

“You need to relax, Sheila. If you do this, your words and your body don’t match.”

As if coaxing her, he gently rubbed the entrance.

“Be good. I won’t hurt you.”

“Hngh.”

In the short time that passed, countless thoughts crossed her mind. Should she take back her words now and endure the full three hours instead?

But only thirty minutes had passed so far. For Sheila, barely holding on, three hours felt like an eternity.

Resigned, Sheila slowly loosened the tension there. He also gradually stopped thrusting and waited with patience.

And finally, the real entry began.

“Ngh….”

With the unfamiliar foreignness inside her body, Sheila let out a pained sound. But she didn’t tense like before. If she did, everything she’d endured and worked for until now would turn to nothing.

And soon, she clearly felt the sensation of a finger filling her.

Squelch.

“Tight.”

The next moment, a palm strike flew in with a coercive order, and Sheila’s body jerked in surprise and went rigid. Of course, both holes tightened the way he wanted.

In the humiliating mix of body and mind, wetness suddenly burst out below.

“Ahh…!”

He started moving in and out of her hole again, the one that had lightly crested.

“Ah, ah… ngh… mmh!”

The sensation of something going in and out of both holes was vivid. And each, with its different feeling, drove Sheila mad.

“Ah…! Ngh! Stop… stop…!”

Even as Sheila begged, the man pumped his hips lewdly. And unlike that behavior, the voice that coaxed the woman beneath him was endlessly gentle.

“Stop? That was too short, Sheila. If you want me to pull out, you should say it politely. Say, ‘Please pull it out.’”

The moment he finished speaking, he slammed in hard.

Of course, his thumb was still lodged in her back hole.

At the intense blow, Sheila trembled, drooling. Then she fumbled her lips open.

“P-please… please pull it out…, Master. Ngh!”

Cedric said, “Of course I can pull it out, Sheila. But since you couldn’t do what I wanted, you’ll have to fill the original three hours. Are you still okay with that?”

Unlike Sheila, who could barely get out a single sentence, Cedric’s voice stayed calm.

With her clouded judgment, Sheila sank into deliberation again.

Allowing a finger there in the first place was a huge hurdle for Sheila. Cutting the time in half was enough of a price.

But if she told him to take it out the moment he put it in, it seemed natural that he would push back.

Like how, if you take money to do laundry but can’t finish it, it’s only right to return that amount.

Sheila had barely endured the process of entry, and it felt like a waste to turn it into nothing again.

She shook her head, crying.

Cedric grabbed her head and pressed her down as he covered her with his body. Then whidpered said in her ear, “If you change your mind again like this, you’ll get punished even worse. Understand?”

Sheila shook her head again. It meant she wouldn’t.

Seeing Sheila bite her lip, Cedric lifted himself. Then he started pounding in earnest.

“Hngh, ngh! Ah, ah, ahhng!”

A desperate moan burst from Sheila.

Cedric kept fucking her like that for a long time, and Sheila endured to the end.

After quite a while, Cedric pulled his finger out, then turned Sheila’s torso around with his cock still inside her.

Cedric met her eyes, and also the breasts exposed between the apron straps. More precisely, the small, pert nipples standing stiff above them.

Sheila’s forearms and waist were thin, but what needed to be full had grown admirably.

With a satisfied smile at the sight, Cedric smacked her breasts again and again. Red handprints rose on her translucent skin.

“Hah…! Hk!”

Every time the springy flesh bounced, Sheila’s brows twisted as she let out a moan.

Cedric shifted his posture and sat her on his thigh.

“You move. If you make me come first, I’ll give you a reward.”

At his words, Sheila grabbed his shoulders and began to ride him on her own.

“Hah…! Ngh, hk… mmh!”

But the more she moved her hips up and down, the more the one getting worked up was Sheila herself.

‘No. I’m going to come at this rate.’

The goal was to make him come.

Her excited lower mouth kept repeating as if it were sucking him in, swallowing him down.

“Kh…!”

A moan spilled from Cedric’s mouth too.

No matter who came first, Sheila felt her legs gradually losing strength with the climax right in front of her.

‘Just… just a little more….’

That was when it happened.

“I’ll help.”

As if he could sense her weakening as easily as breathing, he braced Sheila’s hips with his hands. Then, gripping as if he might crush her, he started slamming her up and down. His cock, standing rigid toward the ceiling, rammed in deeper and deeper.

“Hah! Ngh, ahh!”

The stimulation was so intense that Sheila screamed helplessly.

“This much is what it takes… ngh… for you to make me come.”

As Sheila shook, at a loss, he gave her an order:

“Scratch as much as you want.”

Sheila dug her nails into his shoulders. Leaving scratch marks across his shoulders and back, she endured desperately.

‘I’m not allowed to come without my master’s permission….’

It was something she’d learned here. But with him holding her hips and pounding her like that, she was at her limit.

“You can come.”

“Aaahng!”

The moment his permission fell, Sheila threw her head back and was hit by a fierce climax.

Cedric pulled the woman who was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm into his arms. Her body was still too soft, still too pliant, but recently she’d put on a little weight.

At that slight difference, Cedric smiled with satisfaction.

It was weight he’d finally managed to put on her by blocking her from side work and feeding her snacks between meals.

Maybe because of that, Sheila sometimes wore a faintly sulky face these days, where no one else could see.

Since he’d blocked every avenue she had to earn money, Cedric had expected some level of pushback.

But even while Sheila fought that internal battle, the moment he called for her, she quickly smoothed away the sulk and came over to fulfill her duties as a maid.

Even here in the punishment room, where things were done while she was stripped bare, her obedient attitude remained the same.

So all he could do was think she was born this way.

Cedric coaxed her until he finally took her anus.

It was a place he’d vaguely thought he would take someday, but he hadn’t expected to do it while being driven this mad by possessiveness toward a woman.

That was it. Cedric wanted to possess Sheila completely.

Compared to the time he’d invested, the days he could have her were not even one-tenth of that, so was this only natural?

Either way, the time he could do this was nearly up now, so he intended to have her until he was satisfied.

Perfectly, without missing a single part of her, in the same way he pursued perfection.

Of course, she would be rewarded accordingly.

Sheila was a woman who loved money more than anyone, and Cedric had funds he managed, separate from the family’s, so it wouldn’t be difficult.

But not right now.

He couldn’t hand her a large sum without first finding out what purpose she was gathering so much money for, and what business tied her to the guild in Holzeroad.

After sending people to her hometown, Cedric also planted someone in Holzeroad, just in case.

Cedric was waiting for their report. And while he waited, the appointment ceremony where Cedric would be named Young Count, the ceremony his late grandfather had longed for so deeply, drew close.