The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 97

<Part 4>

After the guests left, House Calley quickly returned to its routine.

Judith’s lessons resumed just three days after the banquet ended.

“You’ve improved a little.”

Cedric praised Judith, something he rarely did.

Their lessons so far moved forward as slowly as carving letters into stone. If he taught one thing, he hoped she’d at least understand that one thing properly, let alone two.

Maybe because of that, her skills didn’t regress during the week the lessons were suspended.

It was true she lacked natural aptitude for studying, but maybe the bigger problem was her lack of concentration.

So rather than how to deliver the lesson content, the real issue was how to improve her focus, and the whipping maid clearly did nothing at all to help Judith concentrate.

In other words, there was no reason to extend the whipping maid contract.

Even aside from that, with it still unclear how the guild and Sheila were connected, there was no way he could hand her more money.

‘Come to think of it, was there still nothing from the guild?’

Reports about Sheila’s past and her older brother came in intermittently from those sent to her hometown, but there was still no new information from the guild, other than the fact that its security was tighter than expected.

As Cedric gathered up Judith’s test paper, on which she scored exactly half marks in the final lesson, and placed it on the desk, he asked, “How many in total?”

Sheila, seated in a chair by the fireplace, answered neatly, “Twenty-three.”

That day, Cedric adjusted the difficulty of the questions so Judith would miss around twenty.

He could excuse it as an attempt to build confidence in Judith, whose abilities improved over the past three months of lessons, but Cedric admitted the truth.

It was for the woman who passed out into sleep after just an hour and a half of sex.

Of course, that uncharacteristic consideration ended there.

The maid who occupied his bed and slept soundly that day probably fully recovered her stamina by now, three days later.

“Good morning, Young Count. The sunlight is really dazzling.”

That was what she said that morning, raising a hand above her brows as she looked toward the window after rummaging through and putting on the maid uniform he kept behind the drapes.

After leaving just that one line behind, Sheila darted out of his room like a squirrel.

Even though he was worn out because of Alfonso and couldn’t sleep a wink because of someone else, he just let out a stupid, hollow laugh.

Still, until he checked Sheila’s condition himself, he didn’t want to overwork her.

Of course, once he confirmed the maid’s exact condition today, he didn’t plan to let the remaining two chances pass lightly.

“Judith, go out and write out the ones you got wrong first.”

Excited by her brother’s praise and the clear drop in the number of mistakes, Judith kept flaring her nostrils.

Cedric continued, “When you finish your homework, review everything you’ve learned carefully. I’ll check whether you reviewed it in the last lesson this week. It’s true you’ve improved a bit, but don’t forget that in reality, you’re still far below the level of others your age.”

“Yes, Oppa.”

Judith, instantly dejected, left the room.

‘Does he really need to crush a child’s spirit like that?’

Despite everything Judith put her through, Sheila, who cared for her since childhood, immediately put herself in Judith’s place.

What crime could that child possibly have committed? The problem lay with the parents who raised her that way.

There was nothing a mere maid could really do, but Sheila still thought that if she’d served her a little better, maybe the child wouldn’t have turned out quite like that.

If she wanted to make excuses, Sheila was young as well when she first began attending Judith. She grew up as the youngest in her own family and never had experience caring for a younger sibling.

After that, she focused only on coaxing and soothing Judith, just like the Count and Countess did, all to avoid getting fired from the estate.

‘Now of all times… what nonsense.’

Sheila, who was making excuses to herself, lightly shook her head. As she thought about leaving the estate soon, only her mistakes came to mind, even though, strictly speaking, they weren’t really her fault.

It was only that the timing was a little early. She always prepared herself for the day she’d leave the estate, but she still grew overly sentimental.

She thought she never grew attached to anyone except Molly, the colleague she worked with, yet she even grew attached to Judith. Sheila mocked herself for being softhearted.

But what could she do? This was simply who she was.

Cedric took the lead toward the punishment room. Sheila stood up from her seat and followed behind him.

***

“Hah, ah… ah!”

From the very beginning, Cedric drove Sheila hard.

Sheila gasped as she let out one moan after another. She was just tied up and being fucked, yet it still left her breathless.

This time, Cedric only bound her hands with rope. She always thought this, but he really seemed to like tying people up.

Sheila didn’t feel any particular resistance to that act.

At first, it felt unfamiliar and frightening, but over the three months, she learned he never actually hurt her.

The red rope he used was made of silk thread, softer even than the plain cotton quilt she normally slept under.

And during the process of tying her up, if she even let out a small sound, he loosened the rope slightly to give her some slack.

If she made more of a fuss, he’d probably loosen it so much it’d come undone with just a little force.

Realizing that, Sheila was careful not to make a sound, even unconsciously. She couldn’t bring herself to say out loud that she wanted him to tie her tighter.

At least in this place, Sheila let herself go.

For a moment, she stopped thinking and struggling, simply yielding.

As she entrusted her body to that limited pleasure, she realized nearly three months already passed.

What allowed her to let go and submit so completely was the premise that this time was finite, that she’d only receive a fixed number of punishments at fixed times. And there was also her belief that Cedric wouldn’t break that premise.

He wasn’t someone who broke rules without reason.

Even in the time they spent roughly fucking and being fucked, like clothes slowly soaking in a light drizzle, her trust in him gradually accumulated.

Naturally, her perception of him changed as well. The young master who was an object of fear for years was no longer frightening on his own.

And along with that change, she couldn’t deny she felt regret that this time was coming to an end.

She knew this would happen.

Just like how she ended up growing attached on her own to the little young lady who screamed abuse at her for over four years. No matter how firmly she resolved to live coldly, her nature wasn’t something she could easily discard.

“Hah, ah!”

Sheila let out a desperate moan that sounded almost like a sob.

Cedric, who was thrusting hard as if he meant to bury himself all the way to the hilt, straightened her waist and lifted her bound arms over her head as he pressed his body down against hers.

“Huhk!”

At the deeper penetration, Sheila’s eyes rolled back.

“Hah… you like it that much?” he asked as he stayed buried deep inside her, grinding his cock slowly.

Feeling the breath of the Young Count of House Calley against her ear, Sheila thought,

‘Why? If I like it, what will you do for me?’

With the contract period coming to an end, Sheila tried hard not to forget that even here, he was still the Young Count of this house.

If she sank in too deeply, returning to reality would hurt. Leaving this estate might become difficult.

Deciding to leave the estate as quickly as possible once the contract ended was a vow she made to herself.

If her resolve weakened even a little, she might stay here instead of leaving, watching him get engaged and married.

And maybe even after she gathered all the money and achieved her goal, she still wouldn’t be able to make a decision. Each time she saw him, she might wonder if the time they spent together was just a dream.

“This was a contract between you and me from the very beginning, Sheila.”

It began as a whipping maid contract for Judith, but just as it turned into a contract between only the two of them regardless of Judith, this time Sheila gave up not just her body, but her heart as well in a deal that was only supposed to involve flesh.

“Yes… ah! I like it. So much…”

With tears of pleasure welling in her eyes, Sheila answered meekly.

The man who restrained both her hands over her head with one hand grabbed her breast hard with the other.

“Ah!”

Sheila’s body trembled lightly. Just having her breast grabbed pushed her into a light climax.

Her inner walls clenched and desperately sucked him in. And just like her lower mouth, her upper mouth was also desperately craving something.

It was a thirst she’d felt since the last time he sucked and bit between her legs, or maybe even long before that.

“Master, ah… my mouth… my lips….”

You sucked and kissed me down there and even my bottom, so why not my lips?

And it wasn’t like asking cost money. At worst, she had nothing to lose.

“My lips… ah! If you’d just lower your face a little….”

Cedric’s face was close. If he lowered his face just a bit, they could touch. It didn’t seem that difficult.

“Are you asking me to kiss you right now?”

He asked as if it was absurd. Still, his expression wasn’t bad.

“It’s just that, my throat’s… my throat’s dry… ah!”

“Excuses…!”

He snapped coldly. Even so, for some reason, she didn’t think he’d reject her request.

Sure enough, a short command fell from his lips.

“Open your mouth.”

Sheila’s lips, twisted with pleasure, parted.

Cedric gathered the saliva in his mouth and dropped it into Sheila’s open mouth like a baby bird.

Sheila’s eyes reddened at the edges as the kiss she expected never came.

She closed her mouth and swallowed the saliva he spat into her mouth.

‘Of course….’

For a brief moment, Sheila accepted reality.

The man towering over her was, from the start, this kind of man.