The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 93

Cedric’s steps toward his room were faster than ever.

The pointless greetings dragged on longer than he expected.

Still, Sheila would be waiting quietly in the room. She sometimes put up timid little acts of resistance, but at heart she was a maid who carried out what she was told, precisely.

When he threw open his door, the sight that greeted him was absurd.

The woman was slumped on the sofa, nodding off.

“Ha… hah.”

A hollow laugh slipped out of Cedric.

Unaware he was even coming closer, Sheila wandered deep in her dreams.

‘Clueless, even now….’

She fell asleep the moment her head touched a pillow in the first place. If she’d dozed off with only her butt on the seat, not even lying down, it meant she was that much more exhausted.

But even knowing that, Cedric didn’t have the patience left to spare for her circumstances.

His lower half wasn’t in good shape either, watching the woman sleep so peacefully.

If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up soaking his trousers with nothing but pre-cum.

Cedric scooped her up in one motion. If she was asleep, she could stay asleep. He planned to get it over with either way.

But at his presence, Sheila, who’d dozed off like a thief in someone else’s room, jolted awake and clutched at the back of his neck.

“Y-Young Count?”

Staring into her wide blue eyes, Cedric ordered, “Wake up.”

“…I’m awake.”

She wasn’t lying. Thanks to Cedric, sleep fled in an instant.

Maybe closing her eyes for a moment after getting tired of waiting did help, because she felt a bit clearer. Of course, she didn’t know how long that would last….

The events that stretched on for days were exhausting.

And for a maid who had to attend to Cedric, dash back and forth between Sylvia’s room and the banquet hall, and run all over the dining room, it was even worse.

Sheila was used to working until late at night up in the attic, but serving at a banquet that only happened once in a while was a different kind of fatigue from her everyday work.

‘But where is he carrying me?’

Even though she’d woken up, her sense of space didn’t snap back all at once.

But only a few seconds later, Sheila realized where his footsteps were heading.

“W-why are we going to the punishment room…!”

“Did you forget?”

“Ah…!”

At Cedric’s short question, it wasn’t hard for Sheila to figure out exactly what he was so brazenly demanding.

She remembered the punishment from the last lesson before the event, the one she never received. It was because her period had started the day before.

“B-but…!”

You’re doing it right now?

Even Sheila, who was good with numbers, never planned to cheat him out of it.

But she thought it’d be after Judith’s lessons started again, not that he’d do it immediately like this…!

But Cedric, carrying her, acted like he couldn’t care less about her situation as he shoved open the punishment room door without hesitation.

Then, he all but threw Sheila down onto the exotic iron-frame bed they’d used time and again.

Laid out on the bed, Sheila propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him.

“Y-Young Count, w-wait…!”

Cutting her off, Cedric snapped coldly, “If you’ve got time to run your mouth, tell me how many you got wrong last time Judith made mistakes.”

After telling her what she needed to do, Cedric stripped off her apron and grabbed the buttons of her maid uniform, ripping them open.

“Ah!”

In the middle of it all, Sheila checked the damage to her torn clothes. Thankfully, the fabric wasn’t ripped, only the buttons were torn off, so if she just sewed new ones on….

“How many!”

“Th, ngh! Thirty.”

As her clothes were stripped off against her will, Sheila answered.

“Good.”

After that curt praise, Cedric latched onto the back of her neck.

“Hah…!”

Was there ever a time like this?

Their relationship always happened in a way that suited the label of “punishment.” Aside from the first day it happened, there were no kisses, and there usually wasn’t much in the way of caressing.

But right now, Cedric was sucking at the back of Sheila’s neck as he urgently pulled off the clothes hanging around her waist.

The sharp sensation made her writhe, and Sheila cried out.

“Hah… Young Count, you’re too f-fast…!”

Cedric pressed down the hands that instinctively tried to push him away.

“And where are we that you’re still calling me Young Count?”

At his vicious growl, Sheila felt like tears would spill any second.

“M-Master.”

The moment the proper title left her mouth, he bit down on the back of her neck again.

“Hngh!”

With both her hands held, Sheila couldn’t put up much resistance.

As she twisted her waist and squirmed, his lips started to move lower and lower. She felt them clearly as they passed between her breasts, to her solar plexus, then from there toward her navel.

“Hah… Master, j-just a moment…!”

Sheila pleaded, but Cedric was too busy devouring her pale skin.

“I… ngh, I need… to wash…!”

Having her hands bound by his grip and being touched like this was one thing, but what bothered her was that she’d been running around serving at the banquet and still hadn’t even washed.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Sheila lifted the head that had been thrown back and stared at him with horrified eyes.

‘It does matter, to me!’

Sheila was speechless. When did he act like he was above her like this, ignoring her the whole time….

Sheila recalled what he’d said in front of Marquis and Sylvia.

“That’s enough. Leave.”

She was going to leave anyway. She would’ve, if Marquis hadn’t spoken to her.

She never forgot her duty as a maid, to move like a shadow and become the nobles’ hands and feet.

And yet his cold voice telling her to leave, like she had no place there, pierced her ears.

And what did he say earlier?

“Don’t come near the presentation ceremony.”

Yes, of course. As if she had a choice.

If he hadn’t said anything, she did plan to watch from far away. But she never intended to wander around anywhere near it….

‘Forget it. I won’t even look, tch.’

During the main ceremony, following the Young Count’s wishes, since he didn’t want a lowly maid hovering around, Sheila stayed shut away in the busy kitchen and didn’t come out.

Only after she heard the sword presentation was over did she slowly come out and help with service.

While she served, she focused on only one thing.

Don’t go near him!

Nobles and high-ranking clerics lined up by the main figure.

Even if he hadn’t told her, Sheila didn’t really want to see that sight.

After spending the entire banquet watching noble young ladies who looked so far above her, repeating to herself that she was nothing, seeing that would only force her to face the gap between him and her.

‘I don’t need to see it to know.’

Sheila knew from the beginning. And now there were only a few days left on the contract, so even without his words, keeping her distance like this was the right thing to do.

But now, why was he acting like he was the one who wanted her so badly?

While Sheila was still confused, he released her hands, spread her legs, and lowered his lips between them.

‘No, no!’

Horrified, Sheila desperately tried to block his head.

Ever since they entered the punishment room, his actions were impossible to predict. What was he doing?

But he treated her thin hands trying to stop him like they were nothing more than flies.

Sheila grew frantic.

The more frantic she became, the moment he lowered his mouth between her legs felt like it was playing out in slow motion.

Desperately searching for a way to stop him, a final scream burst from her mouth.

“C-Cedric!”

Cedric’s head, about to claim the valley, stopped dead.

He lifted sharp eyes and looked up at her.

With that fierce gaze coming from right near her groin, Sheila fumbled her words.

“I want to wash first. No, I want to… to wash. Sob, I’ve been working and I couldn’t even wash… hic!”

When he stopped moving, it was like her tension snapped, and tears spilled out on their own. A nameless bitterness pushed at her tear glands, too.

Anyway, using the safe word was the right thing to do. Just like he promised, he stopped everything.

When he first set a “safe word,” she’d wondered if she’d ever be able to use it, but when she got that desperate, his name slipped out more easily than she expected.

“Get up.”

He caught her arm so she could stand.

“You cried because you wanted to wash?” Cedric asked, wiping away her tears with his fingertips.

It was true that she’d been trying to say she wanted to wash, and then the tears came out. But if she was being exact, it wasn’t because she wanted to wash that she cried.

It was just that the last four days of work were grueling, and she felt oddly miserable, and she was exhausted, and he kept pressing her….

But she couldn’t boil all those tangled feelings down into a single sentence. So Sheila just nodded.

Looking into her gentle, watery eyes, Cedric let his arousal subside a little.

With three whole hours, he reflected on how impatient he’d been, pushed himself up, and tugged on Sheila’s hand.

“Come here. Let’s wash.”