27. The job of hand***

"Now that you have found a concubine, you have even forgotten that there was this woman somewhere in the building?"

"How could I forget where my first love lives." Dereck took a sip from the cup before smiling at Morgiana, "Congratulations, I heard your husband is very excited about it."

"My husband? That is your father." Morgiana snorted, as she didn't try to laugh aloud with the child in her arms. She added, "The only thing he did was send some gifts, silk, and fruits."

"He was excited and bragged about it."

"Bragged? What was he bragging about? Having a child?" The smile she had given her didn't sit well with Dereck.

Before he could inquire, she raised her child. The maid came forward and took the child away. The maid didn't forget to close the door behind her.

"Don't make this woman walk around. Come here." Dereck did as he was told. She wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as he sat beside her. He didn't get the chance to show any resistance before she forced him down on the bed.

Without a single ounce of hesitation, she climbed on his waist and snopped down to kiss him. She was aggressive and was kissing and biting her like a mad woman, yet he lay there without an ounce of resistance.

She did not lay her head on her chest until she was utterly content. "You are such a bad boy. You left me alone here. Even when you came back, you didn't come to see me once."

"I am here with you now."

"But you have returned more than a month ago. You didn't even come here once. Don't you know how much I miss you?"

"I am…" Dereck was about to give the right answer, but he felt like it would just sound like an excuse. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, patting her head, and said, "I am sorry. It will not happen again."

"You are such a mean guy." Her voice was shaky.

"You know it is not great for the child. So, we should not do this."

"Even now, you care more about the child than me."

"You need to understand that it is my first child."

Morgiana raised her head, staring at him in utter disbelief, "How do you know?"

'It was because there was an increase in the number of people on his special mission.' Dereck couldn't just say out loud that progress in Trait of Cuckoo's mission was now showing two.

Out of all the women she had slept with, only three of them were eligible for the mission. However, Nina had taken the pill on the night she was with him. So, she is out of the question.

Then there was Lita. Dereck was really surprised when he found it out. She had confessed to him that she had two children and a husband. Still, she decided to have the children. He wasn't sure if he had cheated on her or not, but he had no idea.

Obviously, Morgiana has to be the third one. Dereck hugged her tighter, whispering, "Does it matter?"

"It is." She giggled, "Because someone is getting harder as we are talking."

Dereck didn't realize that his thing would be so hard to control. He kissed her forehead, whispering, "What can I do? I can't control myself when I am with you."

"But we can't do it," Morgiana said with a purring tone. However, Dereck could feel her hand moving into his clothes. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Nothing, nothing," she giggled before she started to take off his clothes. "Let's get it out of the way. It would be bad if other people noticed that you were wearing different clothes after coming out of my courtyard."

Morgiana carefully put his trousers away before moving to the seat between his legs. Looking at her smile, Dereck frowned, asking, "What did you bring?"

"This?" Morgiana shook the small but long oil jar. Winking at him, she said, "It will make you feel good. Now, just lay back and relax."

Morgiana put a little amount of oil in her palm and rubbed it. "Although we couldn't do it, doesn't that mean I could let the father of my child suffer? What would you do if he asked why his father didn't come to visit him? It is because your mother didn't make your father happy."

Dereck had no idea what was going through her head, but she couldn't help but laugh at her. 

Greeted with a smile on his face, she said more seriously, "I understand you have urges. If I can't even take care of them, why would you visit me in the future?"

"You don't need to…"

"Keep lying down." Facing her glare, he did as he was told. 

"I know I should have seen you before I got myself busy. But believe me when I tell you that you don't need tooooo…"

Again, Dereck didn't get the chance to complete his sentence as her oily hand grabbed his member. It had yet to get fully hard. However, he wasn't sure it would be able to stay in that state for long.

Dereck was unable to determine if Morgiana's unique hand technique or her laser-like focus on him was redirecting the blood into his member. 

'Why does it feel so warm?' He felt something fishy about the oil.

"How is the oil? I have asked the maid to find it for you, especially. It will make you really good." She gave him an understanding smile before slathering oil onto his ball.

"Oh… Ohhhh…" Dereck's body tried to move back instinctively. However, with his jewel in her hand, there was no way he could do that. 

Morgiana was very careful with his jewels, but the more she massaged his jewel with the oil, the heavier his breathing became.

When she was using the oil on his shaft, he felt a little warm, as all that hot blood had already made his meat hot. His realization of the depth of the warmth came after he felt it on his jewel.

It wasn't burning hot. It was the feeling of warmth when you were cozy under a blanket or cuddled up with your loved one. However, the problem with this warmth is that it was making it hard for him to control himself.

"Stop it. Please stop it." Dereck grabbed her hand.

"I can't do that." She smirked as she could feel the change in tension inside his jewel the more she molested them. "I must complete what I have started. I will certainly… Oh!"

Despite his desperate attempt to control himself, Dereck failed to prevent the precum from leaking out of the small hole on the tip of the meathead. 

Morgiana didn't miss it. She threw a roughish smile at him as she used one hand to grip the root of his shaft tightly. Her other hand was still resting on his ball. Instead of slowing down, she increased her intensity by a notch.

"Morgiana." Dereck wasn't sure if he had ever shown many expressions with a single word, but… he flung his head back and closed his eyes.

"Ahhhh!" 

Morgiana hadn't expected to start giving in so easily. She was hoping to tease her a little more. "This is your punishment."

"Punishment! If this a punishment… Ahhh…" He was too close to the moment, and he was afraid he might release it if he tried to speak.

"I think my lord can't hold it in anymore." Dereck was trying to say something, but the tight squeeze of his ball took his breath away.

"Oh! Let me help you with it." Morgiana took out a piece of silk from her cloth and covered the tip of his shaft. After covering the head and making sure there was no gap, she loosened her grip on his meat.

In a blink, the top of the silk cloth became damp. 

"Oh, my lord." This was the time for Morgiana to be surprised. She had massively underestimated his capability.

The problem with silk cloth was that it didn't absorb. The white stickiness was still inside. However, the wetness continued to leak out and wet her hand.

On top of that, the sticky liquid had also started to leak out by the side of her meat stick. She was hopelessly looking for another piece of cloth to clean it up.

The only thing she could use was a small washcloth. It happened when she tried to grab the cloth, which was a little distance away from her.

Whether it was because his meat had started to relax or a little gap appeared as her grip loosened, all the naughty juice she was trying hard to contain with the piece of cloth leaked out.

"Ahhhh…" She panicked, resulting in the naughty juice sliding down his pole to her jewel before it settled on the bed.

Before she could think of a way to control the situation, the wet spot on the sheet started to spread. 

"What are you doing?" He was yet to recover from his ecstasy, but the panicked movement of Morgiana put a smile on his face.

"I am sorry. I am sorry." She used her washcloth to clean his shaft and his jewel.

"No matter how hurried you are, you should be gentle with them. Or do you want to pull them off as punishment?"

"I dare not. I dare not." She shook her head heavily, "I am sorry. I am sorry."

"Don't worry. Just be gentle with them." No matter what he wanted to say to her, seeing her panicked expression, he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"Morgiana." Dereck normally doesn't call her by her name, so when he did, she looked at him, a little frightened.

"I will punish you for this." Although Dereck said it jokingly, looking at her expression, he felt she might not have taken it as a joke.