"Well, then, Desmond-sama, please punish me for what I've done...."
Charlotte lifted her skirt, holding it with her blushing face.
The neat white skirt reveals a pair of fresh, smooth white legs that you wouldn't expect to see on a twenty-nine year old even though she looks so young, her legs have the right amount of flesh on them, as the skirt is lifted up, an adult sexiness seems to come out of them.
-- I want to cling to it and rub it on my cheek.
I want to lick it all over and suck on it....
Watching my wife pull up her skirt, I was filled with an immoral desire for her.
"Sure enough, if someone stares at you with such beastly eyes, I might be able to feel something. Sir, please take a look at this one, too."
My wife's personal attendant from her childhood then began to pull up the skirt of her maid's uniform. She followed the wife's lead and pull it up very slowly. as if that the first-class maid's well-trained
Unlike my wife, who had been developed by me and taught her desire for sex. Katherine, who felt no shame in showing her underwear, could have rolled it up at once. And yet, she is doing it so slowly.....
--how professional....
Her maid's uniform is not flashy. A black one-piece maid outfit. She also wears a white apron dress. The work was impeccably done, and the clothes were sophisticated to the point of perfection. Since there is no eroticism in this world, naturally, sexuality does not enter into the maid's duties.
--Although it shouldn't be there in the first place.
Anyone who thinks that sex service is a de facto part of a maid's duties is too imbued with two dimensions.
-- That's the truth. Don't be surprised if the reality is too sore. or you can say that the world with Eros is scary because it seems to convert anything into sex.
unlike the wife, Katherine's legs and feet were covered with white stockings under the skirt of her maid's uniform, which was being pulled up slowly.
Boom!
My chicken heart was beating even louder than before.
--Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Why? Why?!?
Why there's something better than naked legs!
No, no, no I'm not saying that Katherine stockings are better than Charlotte's bare legs!
Charlotte's bare legs are exposed, beautiful flesh that makes you want to pounce on her at any moment, How can it not be attractive?
Oh, I see.
I felt like something was slipping into my mind.
Is this what wabi-sabi[1] are all about?...
Japanese, profoundness.....
The White Socks were the perfect embodiment of it.
Nakedness, they said, has destructive power that could not be described.
Yes, that's right. It doesn't have to be Charlotte, or Katherine, Anyone who has never seen a naked woman in the flesh before, the appearance of a beautiful woman in the nude is more likely to scare them than make their heart jump. For this reason, even if they raise their majestic spears, they are likely to remain as new recruits who have never broken through the castle gates.
Even so, it is said that if a woman takes off her clothes, the war will end.
"Too much of a medicine can become a poison" Or "Good medicine for health tastes bitter to the mouth". (What? that's not the same? whatever)
It must be a kind of battle suit to cover it up, so as not to scare and entice the sensitive Cherry Boys.
A pair of neat white socks wrapped around her supple legs. I wonder what's slowly emerges from under the maid's uniform.What is going to be underneath it? And how far does that white, divine horizon can extend?
--Garter belt...!?
While I was weeping over the Japanese profoundness, there was a Western-style weapon on top of it like a siege weapon.
Of course, my wife, whom I dressed this morning, was not equipped with any of these. Even so, her bare thighs are so distracting that my hands started to tremble. And of course, the maid too.
The maid's has a pair of secret weapons, while the mistress was unarmed. this maid is an assassin after all,
And underneath their skirts, which had been pulled up to the top...
Both of them are dressed in pure white panties.
A twenty-nine year old and a twenty-six year old junior high school girl. Their pure white underwear was exposed in my office.
--What a destructive force this is!
I thought my evil gaze might have been burned out by the overwhelming white flash.
I was able to see Charlotte's underwear from the moment she put them on this morning, but her cheeks were stained with shame and her emerald eyes are moist. I can't control my heart If she could lift up her skirt while staring at me with that.
And next to her, a beautiful woman in a neat and classic maid's uniform was also holding up her skirt. White socks x garter belt x pure white panties = ultimate killing blow!
I thought she was wearing more sensual underwear, but she dared to go with the traditional look.
In addition, the fact that she is paired with his wife makes me wonder about her backstory as well.
This maid, unlike my wife who seemed to be embarrassed at being trained by me, kept her face almost expressionless as usual. This makes me feel satisfied with the work (training) I've done on my wife.
Next to the maid who was proudly exposing her white socks, garter belt, and white undies, my beloved wife was shaking her hands and exposing her slender legs in just her white undies.
What a lucky day, what an unexpected bliss.
I'd like to spend at least an hour looking at it while twirling a glass of wine in my hand...
What? are you just going to watch and do nothing?
What the crab are you spilling, you bastard!? Touching this work of art is outrageous!
This is the kind of art that should be looked at, not touched.
--Aha, but I'd certainly like to touch it too.
It is said that the word "eros" means the violation of abstinence.
The desire to defile a beautiful thing is something that I can't help but feel.
and then....
"Desmond-sama.....hasn't it already past ten seconds?"
"Yes, Charlotte-sama, He just keeps staring at us, and it's already been a minute."
what...eh?
It's only been a minute? It seems that my extreme concentration, awakened by the underwear of two beautiful women, had condensed the time. It was as if I had been watching them for an hour or so already.
"But I want to see more, And Charlotte, you didn't speak up until a minute had passed, I suspect you feel the same way."
"N...no...that's wrong.....you are so mean, Desmond...."
It's not convincing if you say it with such a rutted look and voice. And aren't you the one that who's mean? I've got my penis all stiffened up. and-
"Charlotte, aren't you getting wet?
"Heeah!"
Gotcha!
Charlotte hurriedly pulled her skirt down.
"the time is up! it's over Desmond-sama" Her red and wobbly face is just too adorable.
However.
It's over.... Like the last fireworks of the summer, a sense of sadness, desolation, and loneliness surged into my heart.
This is wabi-sabi....
I closed my eyes, savoring the aftermath of the moment. A smile appeared on my face as if I got enlightened, I thought about the impermanence of this world....
"Master, please don't look so sad."
The first class maid then added.
"After all, the night will come again."
I hurriedly opened my eyes to see Katherine's figure, still holding up her skirt.
......
"You can put it down now, Katherine."
"Yes, excuse me then."
I wonder why she is so graceful even pulling down her skirt. Isn't it Charlotte who's a young lady?
And what she just said...
'the night will come again.'
'I'm sure you'll be having sex with your wife again today, right? Please continue your play in the bedroom then.'
---um ,no objection.
When I looked at the wife, she was looking down with a blush on her face.
Is she inviting me? you're inviting me, aren't you!
"Then, so as not to interfere with the master's work, Please come here Chalotte-sama"
"Yes...."
The wife said with muffled voice. The first-class maid, Katherine, took her hand and led her to the sofa. It also has a certain lily scent to it.
--That's nice.
Damn, everything she works is perfect, isn't she?
"But you didn't feel it yet, right?"
I asked something that could ruin the whole situation for us.
Then Kathleen raised her brown, and her narrowed eyes toward me.
"I had a strange sensation, but nothing that I was aware of."
"Hmm, I see..."
So, for the inhabitants of this world, where there is no such thing as eroticism, they need to do the actual act in order to feel shame. Does that mean you won't become sexually aroused no matter what?
I would love to see this maid awaken in that direction, but I reaffirmed my stance that I would not touch it unless Charlotte gave me permission to do so.
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"Hmm."
I exhaled and put down my quill.
This was the end of the morning's work. Well, I did my best. Normally, I'm a solitary worker, silently tidying up paperwork, but today, I was accompanied by two of the most beautiful women in the world. And before they started working, they both lifted their skirts and showed me their panties.
I even want to give myself a pat on the back for not letting my inferiority complex get the better of me.
"Well, are you finished?" Charlotte, my dear wife said. "I mean....Desmond-sama works very fast."
Oh, this feels pretty good. So, as a reward, I'm going to lift up your skirt and continue where we left off... and then...
"It's a lot different from what you've said before."
"What do you mean Katherine?"
With uncontrollable anxiety, I decided to ask the first-class maid.
Her real master is not me, but Charlotte. However, this first-rate maid can give me an extra point that will please my wife.
The enemy of my enemy is not my friend, but the friend of my friend is also my friend...Let's just say I'm not very good at describing it.
--It's called....conflict of interest.
"No."
With all due respect, Katherine, you're being a bit presumptuous. In an attempt to respectfully underthrow the wife, she also tried to block the lord's nose from stretching.
*snap*
"Madam once said that Desmond was doing work that Desmond didn't have to do and using it as an excuse not to do the other nobleman's duties.
He's been involved in work that should have been left to the political officers, work that he didn't need to do, Instead of exchanging letters with other noblemen, negotiating in social gatherings, and the like, In addition to that, he makes visits and socializes with unnecessary lowly people.
I may not be able to bear children. but I never thought that I would be married to a noble who is not acting like a nobleman. As I passed through the gates of this mansion I had to give up all hope, she said.
That's what she was telling me about Desmond-sama's daily life."
" "........" "
*.....*
I glanced at my wife.
I'm sorry.
She averted her eyes.
---- *kof* (vomit blood)!
"Well, Charlotte used to call me that ...."
It was inevitable that people thought so, but it's depressing when they actually tell you.... I had no idea that people thought our gate was the gate to hell....
And now, Katherine, you've called me out on hearsay, haven't you? Well, it's okay because we're the only ones here. (But it's still not good isn't it?)
--or is it?
She wants me to punish my wife again. It's the best pass I've ever had, just like what they said. It can't be helped if you're a master, you have to understand the maid's intentions.
The wife, who was presented to the master by the maid, was flushed red.
--Un, cute, so cute.
This makes me want to give her a good spanking.
"Yes....I've said something like that before, but no, I don't think about you like that now. Desmond's works are not aristocratic, but...thanks to that ... (giggle)"
"What? If you don't tell me clearly, I won't understand."
"Umuu.....Desmond is so mean."
You can't help but be even meaner when someone says something like that.
My lovely bride, her cheeks stained like a fresh apple, her mouth a little pouting.
"Thanks to Desmond-sama uncommonness, I am thus ... adored and loved ... ummm... and happy. I'm so happy, Desmond."
---- kof (vomit sugar)!
my wife has the destructive power to both patronize and flatter.
"So Desmond-sama, You won't have to go out into the annoying society of the nobility. You can do what you want to do. Well, you know... if you love me ..."
Yes, I love you. I love you so much.
Charlotte, you know.
--She's so magical....
I can't help but love her, and this first-rate maid, even though she can make you cry, if I were to make Charlotte cry, she would instantly crawl into my chest and insert her dagger through my ribs.I think of that time when I went to get the key to Charlotte's bedroom.
'If you toy with her, I will never forgive you.'
That's what you said, right?
I guess this is what's called a keeper of deterrence.
But Charlotte's words of annoyance were very real. I may be a real Baron now, but I was originally the third son of an upstart aristocrat. I was in a position where I didn't need to go out into the social world. So I had never met any of the noble ladies except Charlotte, nor had I met Charlotte's rumored ex-husband. And even now, I refuse to go out socially, because I'm a social outcast .... I mean, they don't even send me invitations...
I don't care! As long as Charlotte(mama) is here!
The aristocracy is a dubious social circle, and it's best if you can avoid it.
I'd be ridiculed, of course!
well
I got up from my desk and sat down next to Charlotte, who was sinking her big butt into the couch.
"Hmm, Desmond-sama..."
I love the way she immediately rubs herself against me.
But, you know what?
No matter how much I love her, I have to settle the score.
Katherine, a first-class maid, must have grasped my intention.
"I'll go prepare tea for the master."
"Thanks. --But there's no need to rush."
"Yes, sir."
Charlotte's personal maid bowed her head in a graceful manner. The white prim on her reddish hair was indeed a sign of first-class.
we exchanged glances, as she quietly closed the door, I quickly reached out to grab Charlotte's shoulder.
A sin is still a sin, no matter how old it was. I'll be sure to give you a good spanking on your sexy body.
--Gufufu.
I can't stop laughing inside my mind.