The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 126

“Mr. Louis. Um… do you need something?”

“Not really.”

Then why are you just standing there like that? You’re big too….

Unlike Mario and Cecilia, who were on the shorter side, Louis was fairly tall.

And sometimes he would stand on the stairs and quietly watch Sheila as she dealt with customers.

She’d heard that he observed people to write, but from the perspective of being observed, it didn’t feel very good.

And maybe it was just her imagination, but whenever a male customer came in, it felt like he watched her and the customer even more blatantly.

Sheila recalled the conversation she’d had with Jerry, who had come here a few days ago.

“Did something seem off on the Young Count’s side?”

Sheila had asked Jerry why he suddenly came. Unless something was up, there was no reason for him to come and go here.

Jerry answered brightly at Sheila’s question.

“Nothing?”

So nothing….

The guild was also keeping a close watch on the surroundings, so if Cedric had sent people, there was no way the guild wouldn’t have noticed.

Even if he was in Lotas, enough time had passed for him to at least hear that his personal maid had suddenly disappeared.

She thought he would give up quickly, but to not even look for her at all….

No matter how much money he had, could he really just spend 1,000 solids and leave it at that?

Of course, if he didn’t search for her, it was nothing but good news for Sheila.

‘Then what is this feeling?’

It was a relief not to be chased, but a corner of her heart felt incredibly empty and bitter.

This wasn’t about wanting to go back to him or wanting to be chased. It was something completely different.

If she had to put it into words, it was the feeling after realizing that the four months they spent sharing their bodies meant nothing more than casual amusement to him.

In the end, she was the only one who had grown attached on her own.

“But why did you come again?”

Sheila asked flatly.

“Just wondered if you were doing well.”

Sheila looked at Jerry like she was asking if he really had nothing better to do.

“You know the saying, no news is good news?”

“I don’t care about that. That son in this house isn’t doing anything weird, right?”

“He’s not. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s not a bad person.”

“Seriously, how would you know that?”

At Jerry’s question, Sheila brushed it off vaguely and moved on. It was hard for her to know what kind of person Louis really was. It wasn’t like they had that much interaction.

Even Mario and Cecilia, who seemed like good people, were merchants after all. It was hard to know their true intentions.

‘The couple aside, Mr. Louis isn’t actually some creepy person, right?’

Sheila shook her head.

From their perspective, the suspicious one might actually be herself, someone who hid her origin and past and got a job here.

Even if Louis was just using the excuse of finding material for writing to keep an eye on a suspicious employee who got hired at his parents’ shop, Sheila wouldn’t be in any position to complain.

To shake off these useless thoughts, Sheila organized the items in the general store and dusted off the top shelves.

‘Anyway, since things are quiet on the Young Count’s side, I should just earn a bit more money here.’

She still had 130 solids left, but after repaying Molly, it would be an awkward amount to use to find a new place to live. And there was no guarantee she could find a job like this right after moving.

‘Come to think of it, were there this many indecent items here?’

These days, with no worries after not being chased by Cedric and having found a job, if there was one small problem, it was that her mind was filled with obscene thoughts.

Whenever she saw the pepper shaker in the general store, she was reminded of something long and hard, and when she saw a wooden spatula, she even found herself thinking she wanted her ass smacked with it.

‘This is crazy, I’m really losing it.’

Sheila fanned her flushed face with her hand for no reason.

Ding-.

In the general store, which did quite well, many customers came and went throughout the day.

Cecilia, who had gone out, returned and greeted a customer.

“Oh my, it’s been a while. Do you need something?”

As if they were quite familiar, a friendly conversation continued between Cecilia and the customer.

“I’m here to buy a rolling pin. My husband left it somewhere damp and it got moldy.”

After hearing the customer, Cecilia spoke to Sheila, “Sheila, could you take out a rolling pin from the shelf?”

“Yes!”

Sheila, who had already been moving the ladder to do just that, replied quickly.

Climbing a few steps up the ladder, Sheila picked up a rolling pin from the shelf. The round, long rolling pin filled her hand snugly.

Sheila’s face flushed again.

‘Looks like she’s looking for something naughty, too.’

After briskly wiping the rolling pin she took down with a dry cloth, Sheila placed it on the counter.

“Since when did you start using a worker? You never used one before.”

“That’s how it turned out. My back hasn’t been good lately, so it’s nice to have someone to ease the workload.”

Cecilia smiled at Sheila, and Sheila returned a similar smile.

“This one is eight leras, but I’ll give you six.”

Two lera off…?

At the drastic discount, Sheila couldn’t help but pay attention.

‘Is it because they’re close?’

But somehow, rather than because they were close, it felt more like pay quickly and leave. Unfortunately, the customer didn’t seem to notice Cecilia’s attitude.

“Hold on. Since I’m here, let me see if there’s anything else I need.”

Cecilia followed behind the customer and said, “Sheila, go up to the second floor and bring down the items sold today to restock.”

“Ah, yes, ma’am.”

There wasn’t actually a need to restock yet, but Sheila followed Cecilia’s words without complaint.

If you want to make a living working under someone, putting the opinion of the one who pays you first is the most basic rule.

“Oh right, I hear your son’s doing well?” 

The customer’s voice asking Cecilia echoed behind Sheila.

Not ‘is he doing well?’ but ‘I hear your son’s doing well?’

As if Mr. Louis, who lived upstairs with them, was someone living far away….

“Oh my! Why are you so interested in other people’s household matters today. Hohoho! Come here and take a look at this. It’s a new item that just came in….”

Cecilia’s joking voice followed.

When Sheila reached the second floor while paying attention to the conversation downstairs, Louis blocked her path.

“Oh my, you startled me!”

“Come up and do your work.”

“Ah, yes.”

Sheila hurried to the storage room on the second floor, gathered various items, and went back down.

When Sheila came down, the middle-aged customer from earlier had already left.

***

“Ah, that was exhausting.”

After finishing work late at night, Sheila entered her room.

In the simple second-floor room where she was lodging at the general store, there was a banana.

The banana she received earlier from the old woman, she had quickly brought up to her room before Mario and Cecilia returned.

It wasn’t that she wanted to eat the precious banana all by herself. It was large and ripe enough to be shared among three or four people.

‘If I say I even got a banana from a customer, it might look like I was getting too friendly with them….’

Mario and Cecilia didn’t like it when Sheila chatted with customers for too long.

On top of that, they weren’t pleased about her going out either, and in various ways they made her conscious of it.

But wasn’t that how it was when you lived off someone else’s money. She had endured Judith, who lashed out without reason, so this was nothing.

Rather, she was only grateful that they gave her work without prying into what she had been doing before coming here.

Anyway, that was how the banana ended up in Sheila’s room.

Sheila had seen bananas served as snacks for Judith from time to time. They usually came peeled and sliced.

This was the first time she’d touched one with the peel on, and it was firmer and smoother than she expected.

Sheila started a silent staring match with the large, smooth banana.

‘Should I just put it in for a moment and take it out?’

She knew it was embarrassing to have thoughts like this while looking at something meant to be eaten, but it was hard for Sheila to resist the temptation.

‘It’s fine, I’m alone.’

The banana the old woman gave her was, of all things, perfectly sized and shaped.

These days, Sheila would fall asleep every night after touching herself below.

If her body was tired, she could have just gone to sleep, but the more exhausted she was, the more she craved to masturbate.

Even if she had experience working at a general store, getting used to a new place after a long time was a continuous cycle of tension and fatigue.

On top of that, Sheila had to work all day without any days off, so she needed something that could relieve all of that at once.

For Sheila, who was living under someone else’s roof, secretly enjoying pleasure alone was both an inevitable choice and not a bad one.

After reaching a short climax, there was sometimes a slight sense of dissatisfaction and emptiness, but it didn’t last long. She would always fall asleep without realizing it.

‘Right, it’s not like it’ll wear down just because I put it in for a moment.’

Sheila couldn’t hold back any longer. She was too exhausted to care about social norms or appearances, like not using food in this way.

Having made up her mind, Sheila lay down on the bed, half pulling down her underwear and spreading her legs.

She had only ever played around with her clit, but this was her first time trying to put something into her lower hole.

Sheila wiped the banana with her skirt and brought it down below.

Then she aligned the blunt end with her hole.

As she pushed it in a little, the tip of the banana slipped right into the opening.

“Ha….”

Just as Sheila took a deep breath before pushing it in properly,

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on Sheila’s door.

‘Gasp! Is it madam?’

On the second floor of the shop where they lived were the Mario couple, Louis, and Sheila’s room, but at this hour, the only one who would knock on Sheila’s door was Cecilia.

Sheila hurriedly threw the banana onto the bed, pulled up her underwear, and went to open the door.

“Ma’am, what is it….”

Sheila opened the door and spoke in a polite tone. When you live in someone else’s house, being quick on your feet is the second virtue….

‘Huh?’

As the door opened halfway, what came into Sheila’s view was not what she expected.

Normally, she should have seen Cecilia’s face, slightly shorter than hers….

What appeared in front of Sheila was a man’s chest.

As her gaze traveled up from his chest to confirm his face, Sheila’s mouth fell open.

“Y-you, why are you….”

As Sheila stepped back, the man stepped into the room.

The door to Sheila’s room shut with a thud.