rub* *rub*
*sqeeze* *sqeeze*
"......"
"......"
"---- (squeezes)"
*rub* *rub*
--What should I do?
I'm rubbing her tits, but I can't ... This maid is not responding at all. Can you believe it? while getting squeezed like this.
Even though her breasts are being squeezed, she doesn't feel anything (no shame, no disgust, no pleasure, no joy) and continues to have her breasts squeezed with almost no expression on her face.
If I was touched (not just my boobs), I would probably react in some way, but she just kept staring at me with narrowed eyes as I rubbed her boobs in the open field.
In the early spring, the blue sky and the comfortable breeze made my unpleasant sweat overflowed and made me shiver. In addition, the other hand, which is still being held by my wife, is also becoming sweaty. ...
"Um ... do you feel it?"
"...... a little? I think so."
"...... (squirm)"
"---- (squeezes)" Charlotte squeezes my hand.
I don't remember when squeezing boobs was such a nerve-wracking thing to do: ...? Sure, the feeling that I am rubbing boobs now is boobs (how can that not be boobs?). It is impossible to have padding at this size, underneath the maid's uniform and the bra underneath, there are real, breasts. the feeling is real but....
" "......" "
"---- (squeezes)" Charlotte continues to squeeze my hand.
I'm not sure how long this is going to last,..., but if I keep rubbing them with this kind of pace, no matter how much I like tits, I might end up hating them. If you're a fan of tits, you'll want to try everything from rubbing them naked, licking and sucking on the nipples. But we were outdoors, there was no way we could do that. If that's the case, I'd rather go home and.....
Oh, what a disaster.
I was supposed to be rubbing the maid's breasts, happily and shamelessly, but instead of saying, "Time stops," and "Breasts are wonderful," I was thinking, "Time please continue" and "Please don't traumatize me with your breasts."
" "......（rub rub）" " "---- (squeezes)"
" ".........." "
--Somebody! Save me from this silence!
My prayers seemed to be answered by the heavens.
"um, Desmond-sama."
"Whoa?"
I barely managed to swallow the sound of my voice that had almost reached my throat. And reflexively, the hand that had been squeezing Katherine's tits was withdrawn. Sure, sure, I wanted someone to help me. But I didn't expect it to be a citizen of my domain.
Now, have you been watching ...? Even though you're watching me, you got a lot of time on your hands (?). I'm sure you took it as a play on the aristocrat's eccentricities, but, in this world without lust, it's not like there's anything to be afraid of. If I rub her breasts in broad daylight, people will think I'm doing something strange, but they won't think I'm doing something disgusting. --I'm sure
As soon as I was done, she stepped and approached me, the nobleman, lord and protector of the land, without any hesitation.
--I was a little relieved. and hurriedly adjusted my lordship dignity.
and so the maid...
Hoho.
I couldn't help but notice that she breathed heavily with the movement of her shoulders.
However, there was no sign of fear in her as she approached me. But that was normal. If I go out on my own like this, inspecting the territory, being friendly (but maintaining a minimum of dignity, I'm sure), and getting to know the people, I'm sure I'll be able to make a good impression on them.
"Would you like some of the strawberries I picked today?"
"Yes, thank you."
*swoosh*
The strawberry was thrown at me, and I caught it.
It's a disrespect to the nobleman and the lord ... (among others), but as long as they don't throw it hard, as if to insult, or throw it like a tomato festival, Desmond, a lord with a big heart, will not blame them. We were respectful to each other, and I was happy to see that this was the result of our daily interaction.
"So It is already that time of year. Being able to eat Maia's strawberries again this year makes being a lord worthwhile."
When I said that, she giggled and broke into a smile.
It was the face of a tanned, healthy farm woman. She was a good-looking woman with a brave feel. Her flaxen hair was tied into a braid, and her bright eyes bathed in the sun's rays.
She was about the same age as me, with broad shoulders, probably due to her daily hard work, and according to what she had shown me before, she had strong arms under her long-sleeved shirt.
--very nice.
Her breasts and buttocks are full, and she walks with the big thighs under her pants. She's a good match for Charlotte, but compared to my wife, with her slender limbs and mesmerizing fruit, she is truly a fantasy. She is a noble who can use magic after all.
Maia was carrying a basket of strawberries under her arm.
The strawberries were large and shiny in the sunlight, just like the ones she had thrown at me earlier - a ruby of the field, as they say.
"Hmm? It's very unusual to see you with someone, Desmond-sama."
She noticed Charlotte and Katherine. Then, her eyes immediately became wide and began to sparkle. She originally had a smooth and pleasant voice, but now her tone had become higher. "Wow ... so beautiful ... like a princess. There's also a maid ... that reminded me that Desmond-sama really is a noble."
I'm sorry, I'm always alone. And that's disrespectful to the lord.
--I'd like to think that she's respectful enough ... because she's more open and easy-going when she talks to the other residents.
"Desmond-sama, would you like to come and eat strawberries? I'll make you some tea."
"Yeah, I'd like that."
Don't underestimate the importance of commoner's tea. It's quite delicious.
I'm sure that the tea in my mansion is the same one that is made around here. Charlotte has been drinking it, so there should be no problem. ...
However, when I glanced at Charlotte, she looked at me.
Oh, my!!
I'm sorry,
Her emerald eyes were like a mirror that reflected the other person, but did not allow them to see inside. And even though Maia was taller, she kept her chin tucked and never looked up at her, but rather look down.
She is a noble lady who is not to speak or look up to commoners.
She saw Maia as a commoner, so she was definitely putting up an noble air. In addition, there was a vague feeling like.
This commoner is disrespectful to Desmond-sama. But Desmond-sama doesn't seem to punish her. ... --In the first place, Katherine reported to me that even though Desmond-sama was a noble, he had a close relationship with the people of his domain. Then if I were accused of something, it would be me who would be punished by Desmond-sama... --Ha! No, no, I want to be punished for it, that kind of thig is... But Desmond-sama seems to like me as a slut.... '
--What? !
Wait, wait, wait, wait! How am I reading her mind so well? I'm sure that Charlotte can guess what I'm thinking as well..., I love slutty Charlotte, and if she wants to chastise and misbehave so badly, I'm willing to punish her for it, even if she's innocent. It is not that I am reluctant to do so, but rather I would like to.
"Charlotte."
"Yes."
When I called her, Charlotte obeyed me like a beautiful doll. She was so obedient that it reminded me of the bad custom of aristocratic society, which says that aristocratic women are nothing but tools to bear children.
Charlotte has been disciplined as a noblewoman.
And then there's the real Charlotte that she shows to me and Katherine.
I don't deny that Charlotte is trying to be a noblewoman, because she is herself in both cases. And for the pleasure of dyeing such a noblewoman to my colors, I also want her to remain in the noblewoman mode.
But even so, as the wife of Desmond Damwead, who is known as the "Damwead Heretic" and who has deepened friendships with the people of the Aldra estate as fellow human beings, despite the differences in their status, I think it is not right to look down on the commoners.
I put my lips close to Charlotte's ear and whispered to her.
"Charlotte, it's fine to be a noble. But you can't use it to look down on the commoners. I know very well what it means to be educated as a noble, even though I am the third son. However, I think. As a lord, I think you should be more tolerant of the commoners."
Charlotte was quietly listening to my words. She had been educated as an noble, had been married off to someone like me who was sealed off for political reasons because she couldn't bear children, and had been denied her own identity.
'Whether you're a noble or a commoner, you're still a person.'
She has been denied who she is because she is an honorable noble, even though I said such a noble thing. There is no such foolish and convenient way to cancel it out with a double negative. That's why I'm going to say this.
"It is precisely because we are a noble that we can tolerate commoners and offer our hand to the weak. Isn't that the real reason why nobles are nobles?"
I don't like to say this because it's so very, very presumptuous, patronizing, and downright hypocritical of me.
"Just like I couldn't resist but helping Charlotte."
She reacted. Well, I can get through with this"No," I reminded myself...
"It would be disrespectful to Charlotte if I put it that way. Charlotte is not a weak woman, and I didn't reach out my hand to help Charlotte. I just wanted you."
I could feel her twitching and shaking. It made my nose rise.
"I apologize for the metaphor. It's one thing to tolerate commoners and give a hand to the weak, it's another to want a woman you like."
--I'm sorry. I'm not a very good speaker. so I can't say it very well, but what I'm trying to say is that you should maintain the dignity of a nobleman, but change your attitude of disdain for the common people.
--I think I'm back to normal after all.
Hmmm, I can't seem to get it right. I have a feeling that the current Charlotte will listen to me even if I tell her what I want straight away, but I don't want to force her.
I'm trying to convince Charlotte that she's right and not deny her, but I'm afraid that I'm going in circles to tell her what I want.
I'm not really good at persuasion, you know....
I was really glad that I didn't have to deal with the gut-wrenching, aristocratic social scene.
--Charlotte's persuasion was a failure.
So, being the coward that I am, I try to make it up to her so she doesn't hate me.
"That's what I think, but Charlotte will have her own ideas. So, my words are only one opinion, and - well, you can listen to them if you want. I'm sorry. I took up too much of your time. These strawberries are delicious, and so is the tea she makes. I've always wanted to taste it with you, by all means, but if you don't want to, you can go....."
*grip*
And then, the fingers that were still in a lover's knot, tightened.
She looked up at me, her emerald eyes moist with embarrassment. And then, in a muffled little voice, she said.
"That's not fair, if you say so, how can I refuse? I will accompany you wherever you go."
*cough*
Oh, no! Dangerous, Watch out!! If it weren't for the exquisite coughing of the maid, I would have embraced her and laid my lips on hers.
Thanks to her, I was able to save my face as a lord.
but-
What a waste...
Although we will be hugging and kissing and slapping and banging again tonight, it's hard to leave out this kind of casual flirting.
Charlotte's cheeks were stained like strawberries, and she looked a little unhappy.
--Unh, so pretty.
"Furthermore, I will try to interact with the commoners, as Desmond said, though it may take some time."
"Charlotte..."
And then she said, a little mischievously and lasciviously. "After all, I am the wife of the 'unusual' Desmond."
Fufufu, I would like to inquire about what constitutes "unusual". But at any rate, it was still unclear how my disappointing persuasion affected her, but if she softened her attitude, all the better.
Well, well, well, good for me.
"The two are so close, aren't you? Is she by any chance the rumored wife? You both have been living in your personal world quite for a long time."
Oh!
I could barely contain myself from screaming. Maia was looking at me smiling. I tried to be as dignified as I could.
"Oh, yes. This is my dear wife, Charlotte. Charlotte, this is Maia, our farmer, who also supplies our estate with fruits and vegetables."
"My name is Maia. Nice to meet you, wife sama."
Charlotte bobbed a light bow to the commoner as she said this.
good, good. You're making crazy progress, aren't you? That's my wife.
It was said before that who was involved in the affection of men and women was a weak person. that was only between aristocrats. Among commoners, they're not considered weak. In fact, they are preferred for their good marital relations, although it is still a mystery that the term "affection" does not include any sexual desire.
I don't know what the boundary between love desire and sexual desire is, but even if I were to be reincarnated into this world, and even if I were to recall and compare my memories of my previous life after living in this world for twenty-eight years, there is no way I could clearly distinguish them.
In this world, there is no sexual desire, so even though it looks like it, it doesn't fall into the sexual or erotic category because there is no sexual desire - well, in this other world, there is no choice but to accept it.
But Charlotte is definitely starting to learn sexual desire under my influence, though, isn't she?
I feel like I'm an uncle teaching an innocent girl all kinds of naughty things, and it's making me horny and nervous all the time. And then I grabbed her fingers, which were still intertwined, and fondled them.
"I knew it!" Maia shouted. "Both Desmond-sama and the wife have been holding each other's hands since a while ago."
........
Oh, no! I've been holding it for so long!
Even though we are in front of people, it was so natural that I forgot about it.
' You are like an air, you're always needed, I can't live without you.'
' Honey! '
That's what I thought in my mind. I bit into a strawberry to hide my embarrassment, but it was still sweet. And sour!
What is this embarrassing sensation that was pointed out to me again? And you're smiling, Maia, stop smiling!
' Well, well, well. '
There are some things that can be done.
Ugh, so embarrassing ....
Look, Charlotte too. She's softened her attitude, but she still acting like a doll in front of the commoners. and her cheeks were still slightly flushed.
I mean, I'm struggling to resist the urge to hug her because she's so insanely cute? --But what? I'm going to give you a good spanking when we get back to the mansion, okay? I'll punish you for making your husband horny!
"Master, I don't think it would be wise to make your face any wider."
You're a quirky one, aren't you, Katherine?
No matter how sweet and handsome the aristocrat's mask is, there is a certain length of the nose that can be extended. If the threshold is exceeded, the dignity of the lord will inevitably collapse.
Really, you should only use "presence blocking" except when you really need to. Maybe it's the way a maid-servant should be, but I'm scared to death that I find you standing behind me without any warning.
"This Maid is--" Maia choked on her words.
"Her name is Katherine. Maia, it's okay." Condescendingly and gracefully, the maid, Katherine, bowed.
"Ho-oh ...," Maia's admiring voice chimed in at the gesture.
Fufufu, there's also the servants, you know.
Not my servants, though it's Grandpa Randolph's ....
But there was no time for me to be tormented by a sense of dominance and annoyance.
"Don't worry, Desmond-sama is quite communicative."
The maid's almost expressionless face seems to be almost unchanged, but is it just my imagination or that she's looking at me with something to say?
I'm sorry. So far, I've been taking walks in the territory ... *cough*, the inspection is always alone, no one to pay attention to me ... always, alone....
I felt the strength in my fingers as Charlotte twined them around me.
I'm here.'
--Unh, that's very, very nice and pleasing, but Was I that obvious that you couldn't help but do so?
Even Maia is looking at me with a smile. ... Damn, you're telling me I was never have any dignity to begin with! ... Damn it ....
"Alright, Desmond-sama, I will show all three of you to my house."
Even though I was embarrassed, I couldn't let go of her hand now, so I decided to follow the farmer's big ass, intertwining my fingers with Charlotte's and holding her hand.