"You possess quite a number of books to read; have you read them all?" I sat haphazardly to relieve buttock stiffness. Her office is full of books, which I noticed when I walked in, but I didn't mind since I happened to be ravenously hungry at that moment.
"Certainly, I do, and I admit that I learn a few lessons in the human realm, so I am grateful for all authors who wrote those books," she responds while writing something on her work papers.
"Oh, that's one more time I lost another opportunity to be complimented by you, considering that workplace of yours has been quite comparable to the sum of its parts.
I stand up and started pulling a few books,
"Strange isn't it none of the spots where I could trigger the secret passageway-."
"There is no secret passageway, you're such a humorous for assumingly I have secret passageway."
"Well, I wanted to make you laugh or smile at least because soon enough you likely won't be able to communicate with me; therefore, don't send Kalista to observe me throughout because he might impede my advancing plan, and don't be concerned; I will be sending you messages or letters whenever I need help." Soon, the dead bodies will be discovered and investigated at our residence, which is related to the event of the homecoming banquet in addition to the deaths of a few aristocrats.
"It seems your silver tongue to delicately charm whoever you flatter did not go well perhaps-." I laugh a bit, not to interrupt her ridiculing but to gloat about my flawlessly executed plot.
"No, it was flawlessly carried out by Kalista; therefore, do not question how I made him obey me in such a dreadful task I assigned him."
"I admit, I enjoyed spending the evening with you as well as here; it was wonderful, but for the time being, I will bid a goodbye because I don't want to involve you with my personal matters." She lifts one eyebrow in a perplexed expression.
I have no intention to make her overthink such concerns of mine while she is swamped with work papers.
She did not say anything but left a smirk on her captivating face, so as I opened the door, I yelled, "Kalista! GO get my plate and glass!" and left to find the lad with the metal staff. Before law enforcement or whatever official authorities investigate him if he is related to the incident, in addition to the fact that the weapon used in killing could have been examined and run certain fingerprints, or it could not be since it hasn't been invented yet.
I stroll through every region of the undercity, losing faith that he will hide himself after witnessing a horrific murder, despite what I ask being not brutal; it just hanged them on the right ankle while a piece of paper was thrust into the skulls of the victims. If I don't locate him quickly, I'll improvise the plan and modify the entire scheme, thereby demonstrating that I need to make a specific move to be two steps ahead because if I ploy and ploy again to them, they'll eventually figure out who is the genius behind all of these crimes.
I can't make a sacrifice yet; therefore, I seek someone to convey or be the getaway of the approaching investigations because if my speculation is accurate, suspicion will fester as the sun sets overhead while I'm in the desert where I can't locate anything beneficial to conceal myself. I reckon that employing any means at all of burying myself in shadows will most likely result in being suspected but not found guilty, so instead of having allies inside that haunted mansion, I will cover myself in sand until someone walks past, and I will drag them as bait—no as getaway livestock since they will all assist one another to avoid being found.
Since I don't have any allies to rely on, I'll use myself as a means to steer clear of being deemed guilty. If my plan fails on me, I'll use my one classmate to implement my scheme, but her bothersome conduct keeps getting on my nerves, so I'll act as a leech for now.
I returned home to find those eyes fixed on me, as if they knew anything or had planned an event on me again. If that's the case, I'll play along because I assumed they were attempting to assess my sanity and naivety. As a result, I can get past the present difficulties, but it will be against me when Mr. De Bourgh spills the tea, and Ella will most likely call an aid to Holy Order as well, and my end will be beheaded by guillotine.
I walk into my room without knowing or noticing anything around me. I'm at a loss for words, and even if I kept theorizing about my strategy, the end result is still the same: being reincarnated or transmigrated into someone else's body.
I dozed off in my room before dusk. In my ears, a heavy and hot breath murmurs,
"Fufu~, I want this to be a wonderful night for both of us." A finger runs along my cheek and neck, tickling me slightly, and then I feel someone unbuttoning my tuxedo, accompanied by a peck of lips in my neck.
My manhood became larger and hardened so hard that it wanted to burst through my trousers. This wench continued kissing and humming around my neck.
"Oh! your wooden staff is bursting at the seams with rage; shall I taste it?" I didn't know her voice; is she one of our maids, or is it my sister using her voice magic? Her gentle touch runs into my crotch, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping my zipper.
"Oh, wow, what a bulge! Your manhood could rip out your underwear if I stroke it, right?" Yet she stroked my wood with her palm inside my underwear. I feel her gentle hand, but she can't fully grasp it entirely.
She takes down my trousers and underwear before licking the tip of them. A tingling sensation runs down my spine, as though everything is happening right now. I'm still not certain if I'm half awake. I gather my thoughts as they swirl in my head, wondering if what is occurring right now is genuine. I am questioning myself, and I want to open my eyes to see what lies ahead of me.
She licks every inch of my manhood, leaving a trail of thick saliva at the tip. I can no longer control myself; I want to be untamed, like an untamed beast clenching for intimacy. All of my thoughts urge me to put it inside of it, inside, those dirty words are hanging in my head, while this wench keeps licking all over it.
I can feel myself about to erupt. The white stuff is starting to flow now.
I instantly pull down her hair squarely in my manhood before shooting my white stuff, and I lift the curtains of my eyes as I shoot every last drop of it to her mouth.
*ARGH* *BLOB BLOB!*
My wide-awake eyes jerked in terror and amazement, and I chuckled a bit at the humorous envisioning I'd done. I approached my sister's mouth, and she swallowed it. I can't believe I'm witnessing such silliness; it must be a dream, testing my naivety once again. Anyway, we're at the point where we can have a passionate intimate. She leans closer and looks at me with a beguiling, deep-set eye and an appealing grin.
I can feel her breath, and we're near enough to kiss. Her collarbone is so alluring that I feel hypnotized. I kiss her neck while tearing her corset apart. A reddish, perky breast protruded from the front of my mouth. Oh no, a delicious appetizer is luring me in.
I started licking her scarlet nipple like a newborn. Our body is on fire in anticipation of a passionate connection. She grabs my head and presses it on her breast. We both let out moans as the room filled with a lustful scent. I pushed her down and drew a sensuous bitten lip to my face, pulling down the skirt of her dress. It confused me for a brief while when she pushed me away, though then she pulled down her pants and spread her pale legs. I raced my face to suck every last drop of honey that was flowing off a pinkish bloom.
After an hour of licking her, she grabbed my head and pushed it on her flower, which surprised me. She must be nearing her peak because she shoved me against her flower to sip her honey as she squirted.
We both glance at each other with lust on the rims of our eyes. Seducing and mating like a wild animal, panting like a dog. I can't think of anything else, and what we did was so debaucherous that I can't think of anything else. Incestuous relationships are banned during this historical period, yet as high nobles in aristocratic society, it is normal to preserve bloodlines pure, and this is merely a dream or nightmare to test my stupidity.
I drive into her pelvis and move my hips. She clutches my back as she groans and says, "Harder!" I did what she said, and I drove so deep and fast that I ravaged her like a wild animal breeding. She scratches her nails in my back, producing a path of blood that runs down my back and falls to her. As she moans, she licks the blood streaming from my abdomen.
"I'm nearing my climax, and if you're close, let's shoot it together."
rather than nodding, I paced myself for a deeper push, and as my hips moved into her pelvis, we both shot our juices. I collapse on top of her and pant like I'm running a marathon.
The sunlight roused me from my deep slumber, my heavy drowsy eyes opened and swiftly looked at my arm as I expectedly was wearing my tailcoat tuxedo last night, Pshh, one of the most unusual and realistic dreams I've ever had. I rose up in my bed and yawned, raising my arm.