Instead of saying anything more, Rothbart lowered his head. The feeling of lips pressing against lips was familiar, yet an unknown flutter beat against her chest.
Even with just their tongues entwined, his lust was clearly conveyed. From what pressed against Anna's pubis, she could feel his heat. Come to think of it, they hadn't done it even once today.
"Haa…"
Rothbart continued kissing Anna as he laid her down on the bed. The soft sensation of the mattress against her back felt unfamiliar, and Anna hunched her shoulders awkwardly, mumbling.
"This is, the bed…"
"I know."
Rothbart replied as if it were obvious. Anna's face flushed red. She was the only one giving meaning to being embraced on the bed. Fearing he might think she was the type to fuss over every little thing, Anna regretted speaking without thinking.
But her thoughts didn't last long. Rothbart's large hand, like a snake, slid under her skirt, winding around her thigh as it climbed upward.
"You're wearing undergarments."
Rothbart slipped his hand inside her panties with a faint smile. Normally, Rothbart was aroused at all hours, pulling down her panties, even going so far as to order her not to wear any at all.
Until now, Anna had obediently followed that order. It was uncomfortable and displeasing, but it was better than fussing every time about her undergarments getting ruined or torn. Thanks to Rothbart, her treatment in the mansion had improved in many ways, but he never bothered with trivial matters like her undergarments.
She never imagined he would embrace her even in an atmosphere as grim as today. That was why she hadn't taken them off before coming, and yet, things had turned out this way.
Anna hurried to take off her undergarments before they tore, but Rothbart stopped her first.
"This isn't bad either."
"Ah…"
Rothbart's hand slowly stroked her pussy over her undergarments. The coarse texture of the fabric couldn't have been pleasant, yet the smile on his lips deepened.
He slowly peeled her panties off, then licked the wet traces of her juices clinging to the fabric. His brazen composure was so alien that Anna briefly wondered if her eyes were deceiving her.
"What!"
Anna's face burned bright red as she let out a sharp scream and shot upright. She reached for the panties Rothbart was holding, but his arm gripped her leg firmly, and she collapsed again as if her body had been tripped. While Anna was panting heavily, Rothbart teased her in a voice brimming with mischief.
"I lost my temper by mistake, so today, as an apology, I shall reward you thoroughly."
"Wait, ah…!"
Before Anna could fully voice her anxiety, Rothbart had already slid down under the bed, burying his face against her pussy. His deep breath felt as though it reached all the way inside her womb.
The tip of his tongue circled her clitoris, then spread and penetrated into the drenched depths where her juices leaked out.
"Ah!"
Anna's chin shot upward. Her slender neck trembled helplessly like a deer caught in a predator's fangs.
Slurp, slurp… He licked and stirred inside her as if determined not to miss a single drop her body produced. The obscene sound of flesh being sucked and slurped rang vividly in her ears.
Signs of an approaching climax surged like a great wave. Anna's hips twitched in instinctive fear. She struggled to pull away from Rothbart, but his hands gripping her buttocks firmly allowed no escape. Forced, Anna reached her climax like that.
"Mmm, ngh, uh…!"
Her thighs trembled violently, and though she hadn't put strength into her waist, it bounced to a steady rhythm.
While Anna lay trembling with her thighs spread indecently wide, the very man who had driven her to such a state rose with a composed expression. Not a single strand of his hair was out of place as he neatly brushed it back, but his lips glistened with her juices.
He consumed Anna quietly, as though his earlier raging had been a lie. Perhaps he had gathered all that heat just to use it to stoke his own lust. Panting, Anna thought so.
Rothbart tugged at his trousers. Remembering vividly what would follow, her body once again spilled juices. Her lower abdomen clenched flat, the opening beneath twitching restlessly, driving her into impatience.
The thick, hot tip of Rothbart's manhood touched her entrance. Her body trembled at the anticipated pleasure of its thrust. She had to admit it. Just as Rothbart went into heat whenever he saw her, she, too, was aroused by Rothbart…
His dark, grape-like eyes were soaked with desire. She cast him a gaze filled with expectation. Seeing her elegant, indifferent face now brimming with lust, Rothbart smiled faintly.
Anna soon closed her eyes slowly, surrendering her body wholly to the surging pleasure. And within the body being redefined by Rothbart, Anna vaguely realized that something in her heart was losing its original purpose and was blurring into confusion.
CHAPTER 5. Another Demon
After Anna entered Rothbart's room, Rose eagerly waited for the moment she would be thrown out of the mansion with a swollen face.
But no such news came that day or afterward. Apparently, she had returned to the maid quarters, but since she didn't get along well with the maids sharing a room with her, Rose couldn't inquire further.
Anna roamed the mansion as usual, and instead, word spread that the gardener had been punished for the incident.
It was Svanhild who told Rose this, and throughout the conversation, Svanhild kept staring at Rose with red eyes, smiling sweetly. As if warning her not to meddle in this matter any further.
Didn't Svanhild also want Anna to be kicked out?
Unable to grasp Svanhild's thoughts, Rose only bit her lip hard. If even the Marchioness's roses could not drive that wench Anna out, what was she supposed to do?
Judging from the circumstances, even bringing 'that person' would not suffice to expel Anna. In that case, it was meaningless. Rose racked her brain desperately to find some other way to drag Anna down.
Rose wasn't the only one in the mansion harboring malice toward Anna.
The story of Anna breaking the Marchioness's roses and coming out unscathed had spread even to the stables where Sehyun worked.
"The master must really cherish that maid. At this rate, she might truly become the marchioness."
"She's just a maid, so at best she'll end up as a mistress, don't you think?"
"Wasn't the Marchioness's own background dubious too?"
The stablehands chatted among themselves, casting sidelong glances at Sehyun in the corner. When news had first spread that Anna became the personal maid, they had teased Sehyun, joking about him being the Marquess's brother-in-law. But now, it seemed more real.
After the rumors spread, they began treating Sehyun with subtle kindness, which puzzled him until he learned the reason.
Seeing those who had long looked down on him now cowering nervously amused him, yet remembering Anna's defiance, insisting she was only a personal maid, left him displeased.
'If he wanted to sleep with her, he would've just taken her as a mistress? Ha! And now it's come to this?'
Sehyun sneered. He had thought she was a fool, but in truth, she was more cunning than anyone else, climbing into bed when the chance came.
Sehyun didn't have a lingering attachment to Anna. In the past, he might have regretted losing a beauty like her, but after meeting Rose, her radiance had dimmed. Honestly, he thought the Marquess's taste was terrible. If it were him, he would have taken Rose as his mistress.