The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 151

Sheila asked as if seeking confirmation.

According to Rufus, on the day Fred gambled with the money he got from selling her, the men who had tried to cheat him through rigged gambling were caught along with him.

While listening to their names, Sheila recognized one familiar name: Ernest.

He was the one who had introduced a marriage prospect for Fabiola to Fred and encouraged the Wife Selling.

He too continued swindling people and committing crimes until he was finally caught.

“Yeah.”

Cedric gave a short reply of agreement.

And he thought to himself. In the end, he too was nothing more than a sinner just like that man. So.

“Stop calling me young count now.”

Both he and Sheila knew that he had lost his noble status now, and that everyone else was calling Alfonso the young count.

“Then, now I’ll call you Mas….”

After hesitating, Sheila squeezed her eyes shut and spoke again.

“Then I’ll call you Master!”

Cedric fell silent, looking flustered.

Then after a moment, he lifted the chin of Sheila, who had been avoiding his gaze, with his long fingers.

When their eyes met, he asked, “What do you mean by that?”

His face was more serious than ever.

“You said it yourself, Young Count. That my master is you.”

And after saying that…, after taming me like that, why are you pretending not to know now?

Before she realized it, tears had welled up in Sheila’s eyes.

Cedric tightened his grip on the hand he was holding and pulled Sheila to her feet.

Standing face to face, Cedric’s lips pressed over hers.

Tears rolled down from Sheila’s closed eyes.

Cedric pulled away for a moment and said, “If this happens, I won’t be able to let you go.”

Sheila replied, “Then don’t let me go.”

The moment she finished speaking, Cedric swallowed her lips whole.

Slipping his tongue through her parted lips, Cedric tightly tangled around her small tongue. That bright red tongue that always tempted him….

Every time their tongues rubbed together, sweet saliva flowed from inside her mouth.

Cedric’s throat bobbed deeply as though he were drinking holy water while swallowing her saliva.

Cedric continued kissing her as if he wanted to devour her.

There was no way to restrain the desire that came flooding out all at once like a collapsing dam.

Ironically, the thing he regretted just as much as turning her into a whipping maid was never being able to fully indulge in her lips.

Cedric’s kisses continued, gentle yet rough.

Standing on tiptoe, Sheila eagerly followed his kiss.

When she felt his hardened desire against her lower stomach, Sheila began undoing the buttons of Cedric’s shirt.

Cedric abruptly grabbed her wrist.

Even so, Sheila tried to undo the buttons with her other hand.

Cedric pulled away from her lips and growled lowly, “Stop. Don’t you know I’m holding back?”

Clinging to his chest, Sheila asked, “Why… are you holding back?”

Sheila always left him helpless. When it came to anything involving her, Cedric always found it difficult to maintain his reason. Just like now….

“Fuck.”

Spitting out a short curse, Cedric tore off his shirt in one motion. The remaining buttons on the half-unbuttoned shirt ripped away helplessly.

Even if he’d lost weight compared to before, his body with its smooth muscles was still beautiful.

Cedric slid his fingers into her brown hair and devoured her lips again. Then he lifted her up effortlessly.

Without separating their lips, his steps headed toward the bed.

***

“Haah, haa.”

Rough breaths leaked out from beyond the curtains surrounding the bed.

“Hngh, ngh! Ah!”

Cedric was thrusting his hips roughly while holding Sheila’s legs over both of his arms as she lay flat beneath him.

Her naked body, which he was seeing again after so long, glowed pale white under the moonlight.

Whenever Cedric looked at her skin, untouched like a snowfield no one had stepped on, he wanted to leave his marks all over it.

He wanted to make her happy, yet when they were in bed, he also wanted to make her cry.

He wanted to tie her up, spank her, and see her distorted expression.

Every time he confirmed those twisted desires within himself, Cedric fell into self-loathing.

He was afraid that this side of him would hurt Sheila.

Even so, tonight, he drove into her as if there were no tomorrow. There was no time to drown in self-loathing right now.

Enduring the relentless pounding of his cock, Sheila struggled to open her mouth.

“Yo, You…, no, Young Mas…, hngh!”

“Cedric.”

“…What…?”

“Call me Cedric.”

“Hngh, but…!”

Sheila hesitated. Cedric thought he knew why.

“We can choose a new safeword.”

I-Is that so…?

“Hurry.”

At Cedric’s urging, Sheila opened her mouth again.

“Ce, hngh, Cedric…. Please hit me. Any, ah, anywhere, hngh!”

Sheila asked him to hit her.

“Sheila, are you a deviant?”

Sylvia’s voice from the past suddenly resurfaced in Sheila’s mind.

“No, I’m not….”

“I knew it! Someone as vanilla as you…!”

Excited by Sheila’s denial, Sylvia had cut her off before she could finish.

Until then, Sheila had never once thought of herself as someone with “deviant tastes.”

But if wanting him to hit her during sex counted as being a deviant, then she really was one. She had to be a pervert who got even more aroused and soaked herself whenever she heard dirty words.

If Sylvia had waited for her to finish answering back then, Sheila would’ve said this:

‘No, I’m… hearing something like that for the first time…. But I always love doing it with Young Count Cedric. Whether I’m a deviant or not, isn’t that all that matters?’

The moment he heard her ask to be hit, Cedric’s eyes changed. Then he smacked the flesh beside her ass with a sharp slap and said, “So filthy! Turn over.”

When Cedric pulled his cock out, fluid burst from Sheila’s hole and streamed down.

Turning around, Sheila raised her ass high.

A red handprint remained vividly stamped across her lewd ass, already soaked with obscene fluids. As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, Cedric pushed his cock, lined with dark red veins, back into Sheila’s hole.

“Ahhhk!”

Smack!

“Shake it.”

After slapping her ass once more, Cedric commanded her.

Sheila swayed the round ass beneath her slender waist.

Matching the rhythm, Cedric rammed his cock deep into her pussy over and over.

“I love you. I love you, Sheila,” Cedric said.

Though he’d refused to admit it for so long, he loved her.

At the sudden confession of love in the middle of sex, Sheila’s lips parted as well.

The entire time she was returning from Holzeroad, Sheila kept thinking about what Jerry had said.

“Why exactly are you getting angry? What is he to you?!”

“That just means you like him.”

No, that’s not it….

What she felt for Cedric was deeper and far more complicated than that.

Sheila realized that those complicated feelings she couldn’t explain with a single word were precisely what love was.

Sheila answered, “Me too…, hngh! I love you too.”

The two of them rolled around together like perverts, their bodies tangled together.

Without setting any limits, without caring about anyone’s eyes, they made love however their hearts desired.

There was no one there to curse or criticize the things the two of them did together in a space that belonged only to them.

***

Even after several rounds of sex ended, their bodies showed no sign of separating from each other.

By the time the bright moonlit night passed and the faint light of dawn began to rise, Sheila suddenly asked Cedric in a disappointed voice, “Were you really planning to leave without seeing me?”

The moment he heard the question, a sense of crisis shot up Cedric’s spine and reached his brain. His mind, which had been resting lazily, began spinning rapidly.

It felt like if he answered “yes” here, things would become irreversible forever.

“I thought about using the excuse of asking for my shoelaces back to talk to you.”

“Shoelaces…?”

Fortunately, Cedric succeeded in diverting Sheila’s attention. Of course, it wasn’t complete nonsense.

“Are you pretending not to know? You treasured them enough to take them with you even when you packed up and ran away.”

By ‘packed up,’ did he mean…?

At Cedric’s words, Sheila recalled the shoelaces hidden beneath the attic floorboards.

Just as he said, when she ran away, Sheila had packed every single one of the treasures hidden beneath the floorboards without leaving anything behind.

Among them, the only thing that had never originally belonged to Sheila was those shoelaces.

Because they had already been there from the moment Sheila first discovered the secret space beneath the floor.

Just like the treasure-like hidden space she found in a room without a lock, those shoelaces had also felt like a treasure to Sheila.

They were clear proof that someone else had once stayed in this room before her.

The traces of another person she found in what she thought was just a cleaned-out storage space eased, even if only a little, the loneliness and emptiness she felt after losing her sister.

‘But those belonged to Young Count…?’

As he looked at Sheila’s puzzled eyes, Cedric also recalled the memory from that time.

To a six-year-old child, being locked inside a dark attic used as a storage room was terrifying.

Unknown objects piled up like monsters in the darkness. The creaking floorboards. The cold, damp air completely devoid of human warmth….

Even now, long after becoming an adult, merely recalling those memories made Cedric’s brow furrow on its own.

Back then, it had been something he never even wanted to remember.

The only reason he could recall it now was because Sheila had greatly softened the memories he associated with that space.

That day too, just like now, the moon had been unusually bright.

Encouraged by the moonlight, Cedric decided to dig into the floorboards that always terrified him with their eerie creaking sounds.

And the moment he gathered his courage and lifted the floorboard, what entered Cedric’s sight was simply an empty space.

Because the space beneath was hollow, the sounds had been unusually loud every time someone stepped on it.

After confirming it was empty, Cedric collapsed onto the floor. Then, as if a thought suddenly occurred to him, he searched through his pockets.

But there was nothing inside them. Then his gaze landed on the shoes he was wearing.

Cedric removed the laces from both shoes, tied them together, and placed them inside.

He decided to use that place as a storage spot for his shoelaces.

Even though he knew ghosts didn’t exist, he also knew the sounds would still frighten him again. But by placing his shoelaces there, that place was no longer an unknown space anymore.

“Those really were your shoelaces, Young Master?”

At Sheila’s question, Cedric nodded.

On top of that, every pair of shoes he wore back then had been custom-made together with his grandfather.

As time passed, all the shoes that had become too small were thrown away, so those laces were the only small item left that still carried memories of his grandfather.

Seeing the curiosity in Sheila’s eyes, Cedric said, “I’ll tell you the details another time if the opportunity comes.”

After finishing his words, Cedric rose from the bed.

“There’s actually something I want to give you.”