Count’s Syrup - Chapter 9
Chapter 9
It didn’t, she was relieved. It’s been two months since she’s been on the job, and the count is still fucking right. It was easy to wake up once and twice, so I couldn’t count on my hands the number of times I attacked the sleeping count.
Because of such frequent contact with the Count, Sophia’s bottom got wet even when she faced the Count during the daytime. In order to satisfy this desire, she waited for the time when the count would reprimand or scold her.
The Count was curious about Sophia, and he would occasionally look at her with an incomprehensible gaze. However, that gaze only passed by for a moment, and since they didn’t say anything else, their daily lives were no different than usual. Sophia broke into the Count’s bedroom that night as well.
She had been spilling water already and wanted to eat him quickly. She licked the count’s penis with her tongue, which she had become accustomed to, and immediately jumped on top of him. As the count’s genitals got used to having already accepted it several times, the inside, which had become accustomed to it, was pushed in with less loosening, but it happily tightened.
“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh… Joe, some more…”
Sophia shook her hips while screaming with joy. It was she who had heard the count’s endless scoldings since daytime. So Sophia was excited about eating him all night. As if squeezing his genitals, she frantically coveted the count’s body. He stretched out her hand to brush the sleeping count’s hair, and kissed the lips that let out a moan she didn’t even recognize.
“Huh? Did you hear something just now?”
“…!”
In the midst of enjoying themselves, Sophia’s body stiffened at the sound she heard from outside. She stopped everything she was doing and focused on the sounds outside. It was a familiar male voice. The man outside the door was probably Hans, the butler who had recently joined.
“Well?”
Another voice was heard in response to Hans’ question. It was his mate, Ted.
“I think it just came from here?”
Along with the words, the clatter of shoes was getting closer and closer to the Count’s bedroom. Sophia, whose judgment was clouded, was trembling and unable to get down from the top of the Count for fear of being discovered.
“Hey, you madman!”
Hans, who was about to turn the doorknob of his room, was hit on the back of his hand while swearing at Ted, who rushed to him.
“Aww, what’s wrong?”
“I know what kind of room this is, and listening to it carelessly, do you still want to go?”
“Huh? Where is this place?”
“Hey, no matter how new you’ve been in, don’t you know the count’s bedroom?”
“Omg!”
“If you went in, this is it, this is it, your neck will fly away.”
Hans’ face turned blue as Ted took the action of slashing his throat with his hand.
“Did I just almost die?”
“Yes, man. Quickly, let’s go, before the Count wakes up.”