I Can Even Barely Stand At The Moment

"I-I see. That's indeed a sensible suggestion, Erica. It would be a shame if Lord Daemon's journey here ended up being in vain," Alea reluctantly admitted, her voice tinged with resignation. With that, it was settled that Daemon would remain in their manor for a little while longer.

As Daemon excused himself momentarily, stating that he needed to inform the carriage that had brought him there, Alea's smile twisted into an expression akin to a furious demon.

"Are you out of your mind?!" she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "Why on earth did you ask him to stay? Now I won't have the chance to meet Cian anymore!"

"Y-you brought this upon yourself, sister," Erica retorted, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and accusation.

Alea's eyes blazed with indignation. "How can you possibly place the blame on me? You're the one who's ruining everything!"

"It's because of your pursuit of Cian that I had to resort to this approach. I had to intervene because I despise the idea of you being with him. I can't bear it."

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Alea's lips, accentuating the disbelief etched upon her face. With a slow, disapproving shake of her head, she couldn't help but unleash her frustration. "You are astoundingly selfish, Erica," she spat out, her voice laced with a potent mix of anger and disappointment. "To think that in spite of him belonging to no one, you would audaciously claim him as your own. Your possessiveness knows no bounds, and mark my words, it will inevitably unleash a torrent of dire consequences. You would do well to remember that."

Erica's voice trembled with a mix of frustration and desperation as she defended herself. "I'm merely doing what feels right, sister! I met him before you did! I even confessed my feelings for him to you prior to your meeting. Shouldn't that mean you should step back and let me pursue him? Don't you understand that it's the proper thing to do?"

Alea's eyes narrowed, disappointment etching deep lines on her face. She sighed. "You've buried yourself so deep in the pages of those books that you've forgotten how to discern what is truly right and wrong. As I said before, it's not about who met him first or who professed their affection first. It's about your actions, Erica. And because you remain passive, unwilling to act, he will undoubtedly slip away from your grasp. If you continue to stand idly by, he won't be taken by just me, but by someone else entirely."

Erica's mouth snapped shut, her words stifled by Alea's assertive tone. Alea pressed on, her voice now tinged with a mix of resignation and frustration. "With Lord Daemon's presence requiring my attention in our manor, I will be unable to journey to Lambhart and meet with Cian. So tell me, are you content now that you've succeeded in preventing me from seeing him? Does it bring you satisfaction?"

Silence hung in the air as Erica remained silent. Alea, not waiting for a response, began descending the stairs with determined strides.

As Alea reached the foot of the stairs, she paused for a moment, her back turned to Erica. Without looking back, she delivered one final warning. "And one more thing, Erica. I implore you, with every ounce of sincerity in my being, to refrain from pursuing the actions you're contemplating. If you do so, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to restrain myself from grabbing your hair and pulling it in frustration. Please, keep that in mind."

Erica stood there, her gaze fixed on the receding figure of her sister until Alea's form vanished from sight. Despite the warning that had been issued moments ago, Erica felt an unyielding determination welling up within her. Ignoring the words that echoed in her mind, she too descended the stairs and made her way outside.

As she stepped into the open air, Erica's gaze was immediately drawn to the awaiting carriage—the very one that was intended to transport Alea to the Lambhart estate. A mixture of nervousness and anticipation filled her as she approached.

"Lady Alea, are we finally departing?" inquired the coachman, his face betraying no suspicion.

"Y-Yes," Erica replied, her voice laced with an underlying unease.

Without hesitation, the coachman set about preparing the carriage for departure. Erica climbed inside, her heart pounding in her chest. After a few minutes, the carriage began its steady motion, setting off on the journey toward the earldom of Lambhart.

•••••

Alea's heart pounded with a mix of frustration and regret as she watched the carriage disappear into the distance, carrying Erica away.

'Crap! How could I have let this happen? I explicitly warned her not to go through with it, and yet she disregarded my words completely! She's so selfish and conniving!'

Her gaze fixed upon the now empty space where the carriage had once stood, Alea chided herself for her momentary lapse in vigilance. 'I should have never taken my eyes off her, even for a single moment,' she scolded herself, a profound sense of regret coloring her thoughts.

Suddenly, Daemon's voice broke through her thoughts, snapping her back to the present. "Hmm? Is something on your mind, Alea? You appear lost in thought. Has something caught your attention outside?"

Alea's composure faltered for a brief moment before she mustered a forced smile, hoping to conceal her inner turmoil. "Ah, no, Lord Daemon. I was merely taking in the view outside. It's quite lovely, isn't it?"

Daemon shifted his gaze toward the captivating scenery, his admiration evident in his eyes. "Indeed, it is truly breathtaking," he murmured, savoring the beauty before him.

While Daemon found solace in the surroundings, Alea couldn't muster the same sentiment.

Frustration washed over her as she lamented, 'Not only did I miss my chance to meet Cian, but I'm also stuck here, enduring the company of this pitiful young man.'

The situation seemed increasingly unfavorable, especially now that her sister had assumed her identity. Alea's mind raced, uncertain of what awaited her in the unfolding events.

•••••

At Lambhart Manor, Cian and Maya found themselves utterly drained, their bodies consumed by exhaustion. The intensity of their encounter had blurred their recollection of time—how many rounds they had gone, they could no longer recall.

As they finally reached the end, Maya found herself drenched in semen, her maid uniform saturated, and the pungent scent permeating the air around them.

Cian's manhood had finally subsided, and he lay on his back, panting heavily amidst the moist bathroom floor.

Maya struggled to catch her breath, her voice coming in gasps between each word.

"Haa~ Haa~ Haa~ That...that was incredible. Did it...did it feel as good for you, young master?"

Cian, still laboring to speak amidst his heavy breathing, managed to respond, "Yeah... It was...it was amazing."

As he lay there, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, the room spinning around him, a realization washed over him. 'What have I done?'

Now that he had regained his senses, he couldn't help but reflect on his actions and look back on what he had done to her.

'I said I wouldn't force her into anything like this again, yet I succumbed to my own desires and ravaged her like an untamed creature.'

He had been relentless, exerting force upon her, using her body with no regard for anything but his own pleasure. It didn't matter where he touched her; it all felt good. Every touch, every stroke sent waves of pleasure, regardless of where he explored.

However, in that self-reflection, he realized that throughout the act, he had been solely focused on his own pleasure. He had disregarded Maya's feelings and needs, reducing her to a mere object for his satisfaction. He likened himself to a mindless beast, driven solely by primal instinct and ignoring any consideration for her well-being.

In the midst of his self-reproach, Maya noticed the guilt etched on Cian's face. Determined to address his troubled thoughts, she reached out and firmly grasped his cheeks, compelling him to meet her gaze.

"Young master, are you tormented by the notion that this shouldn't have happened?" she inquired, her voice tender yet determined.

Cian, taken aback by her directness, swiftly composed himself before responding, "Yes... I understand the contradiction in my words and actions. I forced myself upon you, using you for my own pleasure, and I rubbed myself all over your body. But deep down, I never wanted to force you into such acts. It feels as though you merely accept everything because you are my maid."

A soft smile graced Maya's lips as she gently shook her head. "That's not true, young master," she assured him, her voice tender.

Cian's eyes widened as he locked his gaze with Maya's radiant smile. A strange warmth crept up his cheeks, unfamiliar and tinged with a mixture of emotions. Maya's countenance, despite the recent debauchery, appeared undeniably captivating.

"Didn't I just mention, young master?" Maya's voice held a hint of bashfulness, her smile unwavering. "I genuinely enjoyed our time together. Furthermore, you must understand that you didn't truly force yourself upon me. I willingly gave you my consent."

"But I still grind my manhood against you. Isn't it repulsive to be covered in this white fluid?"

Maya's expression remained unfazed, her response unwavering. "Not at all, young master. In fact, the scent of it is quite appealing to me."

"...Is that so?" Cian's dissatisfaction lingered, although he chose to withhold further words on the matter.

"Now that I think about it, I am indeed covered in this white, gooey substance, aren't I? No matter how many times I witness it, the surprise never fades. I never imagined such a fluid, aside from urine, could emerge from your manhood."

"It truly is astonishing how the human body functions, isn't it?"

"You almost sound as if you're not quite human yourself, young master. But yes, I agree, our bodies hold remarkable capabilities."

Lost in their conversation, oblivious to the passage of time, they suddenly became aware of its fleeting nature.

"Well, now that we are finished, it's best we cleanse ourselves. Alea could arrive at any moment."

Upon Cian's mention of cleaning themselves, Maya's mischievous suggestion hung in the air. Her voice carried a hint of playfulness as she proposed, "How about I take care of cleaning you, young master? And who knows, if we get carried away by the mood once more, we might find ourselves engaged in another round."

"You must be joking. I can even barely stand at the moment..."

The reality was clear—he couldn't even stand properly, let alone entertain the thought of another round. Even with his best efforts, all he could manage was to support himself against the wall, his legs trembling as he attempted to walk.

•••••

"Th...They haven't touched the food?" Sandra's eyes widened in disbelief as she surveyed the table set with a lavish spread of dishes. Not a single plate showed any signs of being touched.

A wave of self-doubt washed over Sandra. She had poured her heart and soul into preparing this meal, hoping to impress Cian and Maya with her culinary skills. But now, it seemed her efforts had been in vain.

Unbeknownst to Sandra, a different kind of appetite had consumed Cian and Maya. Their hunger was not for the food before them, but for each other. Lost in their secret rendezvous, they had forsaken the meal in favor of indulging in their forbidden desires.