Reincarnated Lord’s Unwanted S*xual Technique

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

After Desmond-sama, her beloved husband had left with Katherine, her own retainer since childhood, Charlotte was enjoying tea and cookies as usual in the courtyard.

A high-class white wooden table. This round table spreads out like an umbrella from one leg in the center

A beautiful lady wearing a pristine white one-piece dress decorated with spring flowers lifted up her ample bosom for all to see.

Sparkling, wavy platinum blonde hair shone like jewels in the sunlight. Her whites and smooth skin as if made of milk and honey, her cute nose, plump, moist, petal-like pink lips. Her beauty is overpowering with cuteness.

Her large emerald eyes, in particular, were like precious gems that one only wishes to behold. The lord's wife was usually taken care of by Katherine, but now in her place, there was the maid that was smitten with The lord's wife as she was usually not allowed anywhere near her, or even to think of her this way.

The maid assigned to her at this time was a pretty and younger maid.

The lord's wife's beauty and her noble manners make the maid almost fall in love with her, forgetting about her work, even though she is the one who is entrusted to take care of her now.

It is even more so when The lord's wife shows signs of sorrow.

As a maid in a lord's house, even she has a certain level of education and manners. However, as the maid of the countryside lord, the "Damwead heretic" she is inferior to Katherine, who has received thorough maid training since she was a child as the personal maid of the second daughter of Earl of Terrace.

Whose is the lord's wife.

She look at the madam as she let out her breath, Thinking that it was such a shame that she didn't know what she was thinking.

How can the taste of tea be so different when the tea leaves are the same?

The lord's wife looked down at the cup. The surface of the water shimmers faintly in the white porcelain cup. It was hardly acceptable - I'll give her an extra point since she is the maid that served her beloved husband- but not only that, it wasn't just the way it was brewed, but also the circumstances that must have had an impact on the taste.

glance.

When I looked at her, I could see a maid who is usually unable to serve - a maid who is nervous with admiration for The lord's wife, who possesses beauty and is naturally more prestigious than her husband --Not only that...

?The Gray Hound?Randolph Steiner, chief butler.

--Why are you standing there?

You are the perfect escort, but, but......

He stands in the background, an old man, with stroked, romance gray hair, bushy eyebrows and mustache of the same color, and a warm, soft, wrinkled face. He is dressed in a tailcoat-like butler's outfit.

He is a portrait of a butler serving at the noble mansion.

Something that cannot be reproduced in the butler cafes on the street is perfectly captured in this room.

If Desmond were here, he would have thought that, But all presented here are all original inhabitants of this world, and having lived up to this position no one would think such a thing - for Charlotte, she has mixed feelings.

Normally, he wouldn't serve anyone as a master, but when it comes to Desmond, he becomes a loyal knight and a faithful chief butler. This is not normal at all, the Earl of Terrace, Charlotte's family had once made a love call to take him into their service.

Randolph rejected the offer and chose the Damwead, a family that has history and prestige that is a few ranks below them. Charlotte herself does not have any direct conflict or connection with the Damwead family, but even so, as an aristocrat who values "house", she simply cannot discard it.

But now, he serves her beloved husband, even if only in a formal way, and is now her own caretaker and escort instead of Katherine, who has accompanied her husband for three days until he returns ......

--I wonder how father would feel if he knew about this. And my sister too.......

"Phew......."

She lets out a sigh, disguised as blowing on the tea. That level of ennui was very stimulating to the young maid. Her youthful cheeks turned cherry red. However, as we have already mentioned, there is no eroticism there, but only a longing for the beautiful Lady, who seems to exist only in the storybooks.

"Are you bored, Charlotte-sama?"

What a nosy.

"You seem uncomfortable."

I think he still knows what I'm thinking, but he's not saying it. The fact that Desmond had to go on an official business trip was, to a certain extent, acceptable, but to have Katherine go with him? And he didn't even tell us until just before he left.......

--If I had known, I could have pretended to be a maid and followed him.

Two rival royal noble families are not allowed to love each other. And the daughter sneaks into another's house disguised as a maid. The lord's wife's brain was already stocked with such a story as she thought that she would definitely do so next time.

Katherine knew me well so there should be no problem.

Desmond is also likely to agree as well.

Put that aside - even though she is the wife of a lord, it is essentially just a political marriage, with both husband and wife politically in check with each other. Even if they have no intention of doing so, they cannot afford to be naive when Randolph, who is not her beloved husband but his father, Viscount Damwead, is involved.

Charlotte glanced at Randolph, her political rival, for having so boldly said such a rude thing. The lord's wife may be pretty and beautiful, but she is a noblewoman. She keeps her secrets in her heart and chooses what to say and do. For this reason, she does not hide her hostility.

"I do not give you permission to speak. Please keep in mind that Desmond-sama and I are not the same."

She said without even a trace of bitterness in her voice, the young maid's back may have been stiffened. But this old butler is neither afraid nor offended.

"I am very sorry, madam. after all, I am still undisciplined."

Charlotte almost clicks her tongue. But she suppressed it with a wrinkle between her eyebrows. Those gray eyes of his tell her that he is not a dull person, and clearly understands what he just did. Still, he spins his words.

"This is simply my thought. But It's good to know that a couple is getting along so well."

Charlotte's stomach tightened as she realized his intentions.

"These old bones are always inclined to speculate as to why this is the case. --However, a poor guess is not only tactless but also harmful. The dog will not partake in the couple's banter, but only wags its tail at the food given to it and fulfills the dog's duty. And if that is the case, I will also lick the hand of the one who gives me the tastiest food."

".................." silence.

She brought her full lips to sip on the cup, and Charlotte finished her tea as if the conversation had never happened.

"Another tea, please."

"Y-Yes! Yes, ma'am!"

When the maid tried to ask her which tea she would be having, the old butler said.

"Right, perhaps some cookies with it?"

The lord's wife said, "You are very thoughtful."

"Well, go and bake now, and I will brew the tea."

The gray eyes stared at the maid, indicating the door to the mansion with his glance.

'Go quickly.'

That's what he meant.

"Uh, uh......." the young maid stammered a little, "Okay, please pardon me, if you need me. I will be here as soon as I can."

--Oh, dear.

Randolph almost chuckles with amusement. This is the house of Desmond, a noble but someone who is not known for his ignorant of noble's customs and words play.

"Leave us alone for a while."

There was no way that the meaning would be conveyed to the maid. So, when she asked, "Another tea" she was referring to him, not to the maid. If the maid guessed well, then good. if she didn't, Randolph had to step in. Baking cookies meant that she would have to be out of the room for quite a long time.

If Randolph had failed to notice this, he would have been chastised for not training her well enough. --She would not have said so, though, because it might lead to criticism toward the management of Desmond-sama, who she was in a good relationship with. This is also reflected in her words, "You are very thoughtful."

--Well, it seems that Charlotte has really joined the Master's side.

Randolph thought to himself.

"Randolph."

"Yes, what is it, Madam?"

The lord's wife's emerald eyes flashed in his gray ones.

"Who is your Lord?"

A straightforward approach.

In the context of a noble, it may be considered impolite, and the speaker's dignity may be called into question. However, if the words are spoken from the higher position to the lower, they can be considered as a reaffirmation of the relationship between the two parties. This was supported by Charlotte's resolute and dignified attitude.

Randolph had to suppress a giggle at the impressive touch. And if he took into account the nature of the person he was dealing with, he could only be impressed that he had followed such a master. Not only the dirt on Desmond's fingernails, but the grime of his entire body is not enough for him to lick.

"Well, well." the old butler said condescendingly, "my master is Desmond-sama, your Husband."

"Yes, I am. And you're happy with that?" And Charlotte doesn't spare him a glance." Don't you miss the battlefield, ?Greyhound?? Or do you miss water from the old well? or maybe seeking for the new one--"

The old water is Viscount Damwead. And the new water is another master.

However, Charlotte, who has been receiving regular reports from Katherine, knows that he has no interest in the Viscount Damwead, that he is a "guest" and that Randolph is now with Desmond, ready to watch his every move and has no other master in mind.

I was surprised that Katherine had mentioned the sexual art to him, But I knew that as my maid of honor, she was able to persuade him to be quiet about it. She then accepted Randolph's offer to teach her combat techniques.

And with that in mind.

Well, Katherine's accompanying Desmond instead of Randolph today was like she had given her a hint. Randolph and Katherine formed some kind of alliance in their own way. The sort of alliance that requires her to be prepared by taking instruction in combat techniques from him.....

Then again.

I might be able to follow Desmond on this official business --An affair trip.

However, The lord's wife, who was so absorbed in her desire to be with Desmond, was not aware of it.

She is no Katherine, but...

'My husband really makes a woman go crazy ...'

--Fufu, You're quite good, Katherine, not that you kept silent with absolutely nothing at all, but you kept silent while leaving hints - It is appropriate if I just punished her for this. I hope that Desmond-sama will give me plenty of love and affection this time around.......ah...... Desmond-sama, please love me more than usual when you come back.

Unbeknown to the lord's wife. Katherine is currently sucking on Master's cock in the carriage, and at night, she is getting her ass fucked, a place that even her hasn't experienced it yet.

Even The lord's wife cannot possibly guess that much.

Katherine is one thing, But Randolph is another.

Knowing that much, these statements are nothing more than a confirmation of prior information. However, what is done between the parties involved can contain a different meaning.

"That's very unlikely." Randolph says, shaking his head. His appearance is that of an old man simply making small talk. There was no indication they were now engaged in a sword fight with a sword at their throats.

"I can no longer keep up with my body."

and the conversation continues.

"It is more interesting and more suitable for me to stay with the Master.""Oh, I see. Being old is hard, isn't it?""Thank you for your concern, madam. Hohoho.""fufufu"

It is not so much different from a conversation between a grandfather and his granddaughter.

But the raging exchange was as fierce as the storm. Desmond must not have been able to withstand it. If only he knew what it all meant.

The autumn has passed, and the spring is coming, regardless of whether there is winter in between. or waiting for the time when the trees will sprout.

Charlotte sigh.

And then she relaxed her guard.

"Is Desmond-sama that interesting?"

"Yes, indeed" the old man said, his soft smile widening.

To some observers, it would have been seen as the smile of a beast. We could only wonder how it looked to Charlotte.

"That man has been a mystery to me since I was a little boy."

And Charlotte, gesturing to the seat in front of her.

"May I ask you for details?"

"With pleasure."

The old man takes his seat and begins to tell the story as if he were telling his grandchildren an old tale.

The lord's wife listens to her beloved's stories in the sun.

Now they have made it clear to each other which side they belong to in the current situation. In other words, in the context of the diplomacy of Desmond's previous life, the two participants had a preliminary meeting before the summit, and then adopted a joint declaration at their meeting.

However, on the other hand, the head of state, Desmond, knows nothing about it.

But even so, this did not mean that Charlotte trusted Randolph. It was a matter of interest, as long as he remained interesting to Desmond, Charlotte was willing to cooperate in that interest. But then, if anything, trust is still possible.

Once the complicated talk was over, the rest of the conversation was a pleasant one. However, that may have been the main issue for The lord's wife.

"It is true that Desmond-sama has been looking at women's breasts and buttocks since he was young?"

"As I recall..."

"At that time he was subjected to wetting the bed--"

"Oh my, oh my."

"Ah, yes, when he first saw Lady Charlotte, he seemed to be frozen and unable to move for a while. Afterward, he asked me who's that beautiful lady..."

"Fufu, you're kidding~." Desmond-sama...

If only Desmond were present.

He must have said something like, "Stop it, Grandpa, I have no more life point left."

?

"Ummm, ummm.......... I wish I never had to hear that story......."

Inside Charlotte's bedroom. furnished with luxurious furniture befitting a wife of a lord and a lady of the nobility. Recently, she and her beloved husband have been sleeping together every night and morning, devouring each other's bodies like beasts. She was listening to the old butler's stories about his master's past until a while ago and the maid was in a surprisingly good mood when she came back, and the three of us, including her, enjoyed a tea party in the courtyard in the afternoon.

But then I remember the words of that old butler.

"Ever since Desmond-sama saw Charlotte from afar, he had been thinking about her. And Desmond-sama, for some reason, was obsessed with the fact that it was his first time. He said that you were his first......."

I was happy to hear that, but

-My first partner was Peter ....... If I had known that Desmond-sama was like this, I would not have even married such a man.......

"Ha ......" she breathes in anguish,

Now that I had been awakened to body pleasure through Desmond..... although I did not regret marrying that man, It's only a matter of accepting his male genitalia to be impregnated and having the sperm released into my vagina. But if Desmond was concerned about that........

If someone told me that if Peter died, the fact that I married him would disappear along with him, then I would go and kill him right now.

But the murder of the next head of the Marquise Swift, a family higher than Terrace, would not only lead to a conflict between the Terrace and the Swift, but also to a major dispute involving her current husband, Desmond of Aldora, and his family, the Damwead, and their factions. It might develop into a large-scale feud. --Or rather, it would.

However, on our side there is the ?Platinum Breaker? - Charlotte's older sister, who is currently out of the country, even if she is on the verge of death she would be more than happy to rush to the battlefield to fight for her pretty and most importantly, to finally to beat the Swift Marquesses to a pulp! --With the knights under his command, the?the Gray Hound? - and even Charlotte, although Desmond does not know this - she is attached to this territory.

--We might be able to win.

And, despite being a noble lady. It seems that Charlotte still missed that sister.

But for Desmond, who has a reputation for running away just after seeing a dead body in his first battle, would never wish for such a thing. So, I won't start a fire - but...

--But then, what do I have to give back to Desmond-sama? I'm the one who keeps getting ...... the benefits, it would be best if I could conceive but...

Although Desmond was the one who had received more from her than he could ever repay, or so he would say.

As expected.

The lord's wife rubs her own belly. Even though she is being loved by him so much and receiving more semen than Peter has poured into her, her own womb does not open. Is she still unable to conceive? Thinking about it, I feel nothing but sorrow.

"fue!?"

she cried out in her usual cute voice, which was different when Desmond was present.

*pat* *pat*

She pats her belly.

Of course, there is no baby there.

No one there yet. But if she rubs and pats it, It'll be fine.

She patted and rubbed.

Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

patting.

"............This is not enough."

She said.

"What is this feeling?"

It was the thought of him being gone for a while that made Charlotte realize what "it" was.

Although they had been together almost all the time recently, it wasn't always skin-on-skin. But last night and this morning, we had more intimate and passionate lovemaking than usual, as I was sad to part with him for a time. Even though I had not conceived, his semen had invaded my womb, and I felt the heat of his semen in my womb, and it seemed as if it was burning inside of me, marking me.

I should be more satisfied than usual....... However, I was not satisfied.

--"Not enough."

"Ha, ah .......Desmond-sama, it's not enough ....... Please make me into something more, something only you can use ......."

As soon as she said it, she jolted, hugging her arms while crushing her voluptuous bosom.

That was - Oh, how sweet it sounded.

"My heart already belongs to you. There is no place in my body that you have not touched."

I wonder if that's true.

Charlotte thinks. There is something missing. a missing piece, And when he fills it in, everything about her will be his.......

"Haa ......"

The lord's wife exhaled a hot, sweet, sultry breath.

Her body jumps, twists, writhes, and feels the tingling in her womb. With a shudder, her ample bosom heaved and bounced.

"Hurry, please return home, please........ Desmond .......my dear ......."

Charlotte embraced her ripe body one last time and lay down on her own bed. Her large emerald eyes were moist with longing, her cheeks flushed and her breath was hot.

Her breasts, which were still hugged tightly in her arms, rose and fell on the bed.

"I'm going to lose my mind......."

although she has a childlike face with the atmosphere of a girl, her husband's business trip radiated the sexiness of a twenty-nine year old, befitting her age

She presses her face to the bed where he made love to her this morning, but unfortunately, she can no longer smell the scent of him, let alone any remnants of their lovemaking, because of the ?clean? that has been applied.

In a world where there is eroticism, a hot, married woman writhing for her husband would be targeted if anyone were to see her. However, even if someone were to see it, in this world, no one would suspect what she is thinking, let alone pounce on her.

And there is no one here but her.

"Haaah, Desmond, my dear ......."

Like a lustful serpent, she lies undulating, waiting for her beloved husband to return.

Though he has only just left.

The breath of the beautiful woman who can't stand the moment without her husband is sweet and sad.

"I'm so lonely......."

The twenty-nine-year-old whimpers.