Oh, what?
What kind of quiz show is this? And I have a strong feeling that the prize, if not the money, is my right to live. There was no withdrawing, and if I were to use an audience to ask for their answers (although there were no viewers or even witnesses here at the moment), it'll be something like this.
"Die."
"Explode."
"I will charge you for unintentional damages you did to my heart."
"Drown in tits and die."
I'm sure I'll get a lot of warm comments.
I prepared myself, gulped, blinked my eyes, sweat ran down my palms, clenched and opened my fists, took a deep breath, and blinked my eyes again (I know I'm not going to make it.).
"Charlotte's tits...."
"That's a lie!"
Buzz~~!
--she said.
It was so piercing that I thought a knife had rained on me. The good news is that nothing horrible has happened, such as the light disappearing from Charlotte's emerald eyes.
"I believe Desmond-sama is lying. I can tell it somehow. Don't worry about me, you can just express your true desires."
I'm not sure if it's a blessing or a curse, but I'm a quite lucky guy. and I'm sure my face is all sweaty right now. as I think that, If she licked me on the cheek and say something like.
'It tastes like you're lying, you know that?'
I bet I would have fallen in love with her all over again if she say something like that to me.
"Well, you know ..... I'm glad you're thinking of me, but ..." It is enough for me to fall in love with her just for that sentence, her cheeks cherry red and she cowers her shoulders. --I'm dying. This twenty-nine year old is killing me.
"Please do not suppress your feelings, Desmond-sama. If you were to tell me that my breasts are too big for you, or that you prefer my breasts than me, I would certainly be sad, but I will accept it. Because Desmond-sama is still Desmond-sama."
She looks worried, but she still believes in me.
She looked at me with her emerald eyes, looking adorable. My chest was heaving, I was so loved that I thought my heart had started pumping out sugar instead of blood. (That would make me diabetic, not lovesick.) I thought that I would treasure this girl forever. But at the same time, if I betrayed this girl, I would be in big trouble. (Although I have no intention of betraying her,) I am still a coward in that sense.
"So, Desmond-sama, what's your real answer?"
Hey! this rude maid! Do you ask for my last words? Don't try to send your master to the underworld by saying something like that! You should be concerned that you may have said something a little out of line.
"So what do you think, Desmond-sama?"
But the maid and the wife came together to ask about it.
--About the tits!
I was sweating inside, but there was no excuse for this situation...
"I like Charlotte. I like her breasts. I like big breasts. But I also like small breasts. There is no right or wrong in breasts."
"Oh, my."
The wife's eyes and mouth were round, so cute.
The wife put her hand on her cheek and her cheek was dyed red in an innocent way [the young lady posture]. There's not a hint of disdain in there. Am I saved?
I love boobs, but I love Charlotte even more.
That might have been a rather witty answer, but, But unfortunately, I didn't know how to which extent I liked boobs, and I didn't think they could be placed on the scale, so I decided to answer that way.
But what was this feeling in my chest when I had answered honestly and it turned out correct? I felt a sense of exhilaration at having exposed my heart, but I also felt that something that I never should have was also slipping away. Ah, perhaps this is the feeling of escaping death...
Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue. The clouds drifting, they appeared to be completely unaware of me looking at them. The clouds don't think anything. I only feel sadness. The clouds have no thoughts, and neither do the boobs themselves.
The fact that I feel clouds to be white and boobs to be precious are all just the "color" of my mind as I think of them. Some people feel that big breasts are better than small breasts, and some people feel that small breasts are better than big breasts. But if the udder swells, it will eventually become big breasts. and big breasts will eventually sag.
Or would the laws be different in this world with magic, and without Eros? The pain of exposing one's kink is something that will never change. And if I'm not careful, that sadness may turn into the joy of being exposed ....ha - all forms are impermanence, form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
I realized, even though I didn't know what I was getting at, I put my left hand on my own, man's flat chest, as if to offer my heart, and looked up at the blue sky, and a drop of tear slipped down on my cheek....
"Oh, well, in that case, would you like to touch mine?"
Whoosh!
And a drop of my tear retracted.
"What?" Maid? this maid?
Seriously? I'd love to touch you if you'd let me, but ...
"Desmond-sama, you look like you want to touch her."
Sharlotte!? (I was so panicked that a different name came out.)
"No, it's not...."
my words are slurring!
"please don't suppress your own desires like that." She began to lecture me. "Desmond-sama is a nobleman and a lord. You should be able to do whatever you want. It is true that Katherine is my maid, but if Desmond-sama wants to do something to her, I will order her to let herself be touched."
eeeeeeehhh!?
I barely suppressed the strange sound that was about to come out of my mouth. It was true that she was right but that's mean...
That's what I thought.
I tried to decrease the tension by rapping, which I was not used to and had never done it before (And they might think I'm making fun of them and punch me in the face.), but I was still a scared little coward and felt as if I was being shown a surreal, dark, dark side of aristocratic society. I could not help but be puzzled.
Aha, the sky is so blue ..., the spring breeze is gentle and soft ..., then why human society is like this ...
".......cough" At the very least, I need to set the dignity of being a nobleman and a lord straight.
"Charlotte, I'm not going to use my power to get someone to listen to me like that. and even if you might think of me rubbing another woman's breasts is okay.... There's also a matter of Katherine's feeling..."
" "That's not a problem." "
"....." the wife and the maid are in perfect synch. They have been together since they were children. Even though they don't look alike, they are like two sisters who are very close to each other.
But how can they both be so in tune with each other about their master or husband? In addition, the two of them together asked if I could rub their sister's breasts. ...
I don't know what kind of face I should make in this situation. Even if you told me to smile, I can't...
As for Katherine, she kept peeking at the wife naked appearance many times.
The morning hustle continued until she came to stop us. Gradually, we started to get used to it, which I think is a dangerous sign.
--Katherine was probably wondering what it would be like to feel the sexual art with us. I'm was going to decline that her tits are too small to be compared to Charlotte's, but now that I've said that there's no such thing as best tits, how can I say that? I'm not afraid to play with her small tits as much as I want and teach her body to take pleasure.
Of course, I love Charlotte. And she is the best. But still, a man is a man of the mind and the body - or the lower half of the body, and love and sexual desire are not the same things... Charlotte has also said that she wants me to touch.
What should I do?
But does Charlotte really think nothing of it?
"Why do you think of me if you just going to rub Katherine's breasts, Desmond-sama?"
I'm being stared straight in the face with clear emerald eyes.
While Charlotte seems to be developing a libido, She seems to be unaware that sexual attraction may cause a man to fall for another woman. Not that I'm going to fall for another woman.
--Hmm.
Even though there is no eros or sexual desire in this world, of course, there is the desire to have ownership, possessiveness, jealousy, and so on. Or maybe it is that we are made to learn about sexual desire, but sexual desire is not connected to those feelings? --Hmmm, I don't get it.
I don't want to make Charlotte sad by saying, "Yay, titty groping!"
I don't want to break Charlotte's heart by doing this, and I don't want to break the friendship between these two good sisters, or the lily garden, with my stupid desires.
Yuri, you know, should be protected, pure, serene, lush, peaceful, and...
--I don't even know what the hell I'm thinking about.
Before I could do anything else, if things got too complicated and I got burned to death by the fireball again, I couldn't even think about it anymore.
"Madam"
Katherine interrupted.
"I'm sure the master is wondering if Madam will feel uncomfortable or jealous if the Madam sees him rubbing my breasts."
Ooh, that's a smart maid for you. even if I'm not a big fan of that, I'll take advantage of it.
"You're right. I don't want to hurt Charlotte."
"Desmond-sama♡"
Mmmmmm, it's good to see my own wife's eyes watering with emotion.
"It's all right, Desmond-sama, I don't blame you for doing what you want to do."
Oh, my beloved wife, Charlotte is so good to her husband is almost crushed by guilt. --Unh, really. Those sparkling emerald eyes, they were too dazzling. My sense of guilt skyrocketed.
"Really? If you see master rubs my breasts and gets obsessed with them? Judging from what he said earlier, I suspect that he will be very enthusiastic about rubbing my breasts."
This maid, the way she pushes everything to the limit is amazing. What's so ballsy about it is that she says that while turning to me! Charlotte's emerald eyes wandered through the air, and she could probably picture the situation in her mind.
And with a sad look in her eyes, she said, ...
"If so, do you still love me, Desmond?"
"Of course!"
"Hyawa"
I couldn't help but overexert myself. But this forcefulness was rather suspicious. Besides, she seemed to be sure that I would be rubbing maid tits like crazy. It was kinda awkward.
Charlotte's surprised voice was so cute that I wanted to play it on a loop over and over again, and if I did, I would surely get addicted to it.
--Look! look at that maid's narrow eyes, look!
It's hard to tell if it's my imagination or not because her expression is exactly the same, but it looks like an insanely suspicious eye. That nearly expressionless, unreadable emotion is too scary!
And how can any man not want to distort the expressionless beauty maid to fall into pleasure?
Or, even if I can't distort her, I would rather have her look down at me coolly with her face just as if to say, "You suck at this." I think that would be a very tempting thing to do -- and I'm sure there's a lot of demand for it.
--I'll leave it at that.
"Then, why don't you give it a try and see how it goes?"
Look, this fellow's expression doesn't change even when she says this.
It's beyond surreal, it's terrifying. --But...
"Does Katherine really want me to squeeze her breasts that badly?"
take this! It's payback time.
If you can answer "yes," You'll be seen as a slut and bully you and--....
"Yes."
"..."
And the maid carried on gracefully and calmly with no change in expression.
"When madam rubbed me before, I didn't feel anything. But in the morning, when master looked at my underwear. I felt a little itchy. If you can rub it for me, then I will be able to understand what it is like to feel, what it is like to have a sexual desire. I was hoping to be able to experience that, even for a little.
Please, master, will you rub my breasts for me? I want you to try it and see if I can feel anything. If you do not want to rub the breasts of a lowly maid, then I will withdraw quietly."
She bowed her head.
"------"
What's with all the pushing! If I don't touch her now, I'm not just a little coward anymore, I'll be seen as a demon! Why should I feel so uncomfortable in what should be a very pleasing situation where a beautiful woman is asking me to squeeze her breasts?
The practice of boobs massaging should be free and shouldn't be forced upon like this! I mean, I mean! Plus, if I glance at Charlotte...
'Please, please give her a squeeze. I believe in you. I believe that you love me, Desmond, even though you are rubbing another woman's body....'
The way she looked at me. It was as if she begged me to let Katherine join and play with us too!
Oh no, my jaw nearly snapped open, ＣＯＯＬ,ＣＯＯＬ I am a nobleman. But why do they want me to rub her tits? What is it that has quickly turned a joyful and shameful act into something close to torture? But then again, I don't really have a choice anymore....
"All right. I'll give you a squeeze. And be assured Charlotte. Even if I get carried away rubbing Katherine's breasts, it's Charlotte I love the most."
I squeezed her hand back into a lover's grip, intertwined fingers, and put a lot of effort into making her believe me.
"Desmond-sama..."
Thank goodness she didn't say, "You're lying!"
I could feel the strength of my wife's slender fingers as she grasped me back, and Katherine went within my reach, her small breasts pushing up her maid's dress as she held it out to me.
So what? Really, what the hell is this situation ...?
The sky is so blue and the spring weather is soothing with a pleasant breeze, I give up and reach for the maid's chest.