章節 9: That Wasn't Urine, Was It?
Maya hesitantly knocked on the door, her voice filled with awkwardness as she called out to Cian. "U-Uhm, Young Master? Are you awake already?" Even her words carried a sense of unease.
"...Uh? Y-Yeah! I'm awake now," Cian responded, his own voice mirroring the awkwardness in the air.
Their shared awkwardness was not without reason.
The previous day had been filled with intimate encounters that they couldn't erase from their minds. Maya had touched Cian intimately, pleasuring him until he reached climax, and she had even taken him into her mouth, bringing him to another release.
Yet, that wasn't the sole cause of their awkwardness.
In the depths of the night, Maya had discovered the concept of self-stimulation, unaware of the term "masturbation," as she fantasized about Cian.
Similarly, Cian had found himself ensnared in a dream where Maya stood before him, completely devoid of clothing.
"Can I come in?" Maya hesitated.
"Y-Yes, you can..." Cian stammered.
As Maya cautiously opened the door to Cian's room, she discovered that he was already dressed in a fresh set of clothes, no longer clad in his pajamas. It was evident that he had managed to change on his own.
"Why did you change?" she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.
Cian hesitated for a moment before responding, "W-Well, I'm old enough to dress myself, don't you think?"
Although that was partly true, there was another reason behind his decision. His pajamas had been stained with a sticky substance, which he assumed was urine. However, he didn't want to admit his uncertainty about it.
"B-But that's my job, Young Master. It's my duty to take care of you," Maya replied, her voice laced with dejection.
"It's not that I don't want you to do it," Cian replied. "It's just that... I've been thinking, maybe you don't have to take care of every little thing for me. In other households, teenagers like us don't rely on someone else to dress them or wash their backs."
In any household with teenagers, it was highly unlikely to find one who willingly exposed their skin to others, let alone allowed someone else to wash or dress them, even if it happened to be their own siblings. However, Cian and Maya had surpassed that barrier.
"I... It's not as if we live in an ordinary household. You are the son of a noble, young master, so it is only natural for a maid like me to attend to your needs," she protested.
"But a normal maid wouldn't have to go as far as doing all of those things," Cian countered.
"Normality doesn't exist in this household," Maya replied resolutely.
Cian's mouth snapped shut, his retort lost in the face of her statement. The Lambhart manor was indeed a place where the concept of "normal" held little meaning.
Suddenly, in a quiet yet serious tone, Cian asked, "Do you want that to happen again, Maya?"
Confusion clouded Maya's mind as she struggled to comprehend his words. Suddenly, realization struck her, and her face turned crimson with embarrassment.
"Ah..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent response, her cheeks burning with shame.
"I'm sure you hated what happened. I mean, having me shove my thing deep into your mouth couldn't have been enjoyable, right?"
Maya longed to express her true feelings, to admit that she actually relished the experience. However, such admission would be too embarrassing, too taboo to voice aloud.
Noticing Maya's discomfort, Cian probed further, "Or perhaps you did enjoy it?"
Maya's mind snapped back to reality, and she found the courage to respond, "O-Of course, young master. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It belonged to you, after all."
"So, you're telling me you would endure it, even if I intended to choke you to death with my... thing? Are you really claiming that it was enjoyable, despite the pain?"
"N-No, it wasn't painful at all! I genuinely enjoyed it," Maya quickly responded, her voice filled with a mixture of embarrassment and conviction.
"Is that so? Did you truly find pleasure in it, or are you merely saying what you think I want to hear because I'm your master?"
"Eh?"
"You're doing everything for me—dressing me, washing my back, bringing me food—only because I'm your master, right? Because you've been employed to cater to my every need?" Cian pressed on, questioning the underlying purpose behind Maya's actions.
Maya was left speechless, unsure of what to make of Cian's words. She felt a knot form in her stomach, unsure of where the conversation was heading.
Cian's tone turned serious, causing Maya's heart to skip a beat. "If that's the case," he said, "then you wouldn't mind engaging in it again with me, would you?"
As he spoke, Cian advanced towards Maya, causing her to instinctively retreat. Her back pressed against the wall, she found herself cornered. In an abrupt motion, Cian forcefully slammed his arm against the wall beside her.
"Eh?" Maya's pulse quickened. Something stirred between her legs as well.
However, Cian quickly reverted to his usual tone of voice, saying, "I was just joking. I won't force you into anything like what happened yesterday. I'm simply trying to make a point that you shouldn't have to do things that one can normally do on their own. I'm not a child anymore, you know," he explained.
He then slowly withdrew his hand from the wall, granting Maya the freedom to move, and turned his back on her.
"Now, let's head downstairs. I'm hungry," Cian declared, taking the lead as he walked out of the room.
Snapping out of her trance, Maya quickly followed behind him, her steps hurried to catch up.
Walking together along the hallway, Maya's eyes fixated on Cian's retreating back. There was a peculiar longing hidden within her gaze, an unspoken desire that seemed to yearn for something more.
'And just when I thought... we might actually do it again...' her thoughts betrayed her disappointment. She had secretly hoped for a repeat encounter.
Lost in her thoughts, she absentmindedly reached up and trailed her slender finger along her throat, almost as if seeking to remind herself of the thickness of the member that had been thrust into her mouth.
As she indulged in these memories, an unexpected wetness began to stir between her legs.
With Cian's back turned, oblivious to Maya's actions, she discreetly reached beneath her skirt, her hand seeking something hidden. Another hand joined in, her finger finding its way to her lips as she sensually sucked on it.
"Mmh..." An instinctive and seductive moan escaped her lips, her body betraying her desires.
"Huh? Did you say something?" Cian inquired, turning around to face her.
Startled, Maya swiftly withdrew the hand that had been exploring under her skirt and removed the finger from her mouth.
"Ah, no! It was nothing! I just almost tripped over my own feet, that's all," she hastily replied, attempting to hide her flushed state.
Cian gazed at her for a few seconds, suspicion flickering in his eyes, before finally turning away once more. "Is that so?"
As they descended the stairs, Maya couldn't ignore the persistent dampness between her legs. Her underwear remained soaked with her own fluids, tempting her to indulge herself as she had done the previous night. However, her responsibilities beckoned, leaving her with no time to satisfy her desires.
Upon reaching the ground floor, the delightful aroma of breakfast greeted their senses. It seemed that the morning meal was ready, filling the air with its enticing scent.
Cian's stomach growled audibly, his hunger evident. "Let's go there right away," he suggested, eager to satisfy his appetite.
Entering the kitchen, both of them were greeted by a spread of morning delights. Eggs, crispy bacon, whole-grain toast, and an array of other dishes adorned the table, tempting their taste buds.
At the sight and aroma of the delicious feast, both Cian and Maya's stomachs grumbled in unison, urging them to partake in the mouthwatering breakfast before them.
"...Good morning, my lord," a voice greeted them from the kitchen, prompting both Cian and Maya to turn their attention towards its source.
Standing there, wearing an apron over her maid uniform, was another maid holding a ladle.
"Eh?! Sandra, is that you? You're the one cooking the young master's breakfast?" Maya exclaimed, her surprise evident.
Sandra, the maid in question, tilted her head curiously. "Is this the first time you've seen me like this, Maya? I've been cooking for my lord for three years now, ever since I was ten," she explained.
"I never realized it was you. I always thought the head maid handled the cooking duties."
Cian observed the maid closely, his gaze fixed upon her. It was the first time he had noticed her, despite her having worked at the manor for a maximum of three years.
The maid possessed striking white hair elegantly tied in a bun, complemented by a pair of glasses perched on her nose.
Although she appeared to be around their age, her demeanor emitted a sense of maturity that made Cian wonder if she was older than both him and Maya.
Her eyes had a unique yellowish-brown hue, captivating in their own way. Although she appeared petite with the apron adorning her figure, there was no denying the prominence of her generous bust.
"Is this your first encounter with her, young master?" Maya inquired, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Cian hesitated briefly before responding, "Yes, it is."
"I have seen our lord on numerous occasions, but as a mere maid in this household, it seems that this is our first meaningful interaction. Ah, forgive me for my excessive chatter, my lord," Sandra said, bowing respectfully.
"No need to apologize. It's perfectly fine."
As Cian finished his response, a certain realization began to take hold in Cian's mind. However, he couldn't be entirely certain yet, as he lacked the evidence to support his suspicions.
Shifting his gaze away, he proceeded to take his seat at the table and began to savor his breakfast.
"Not joining me for breakfast, Maya?" Cian turned his attention towards Maya, who stood behind him. Something seemed off about her. Was it merely his imagination, or did she appear to be breathing heavily? He also noticed her thighs subtly pressing together, as if attempting to relieve a certain tension.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Of course, young master. I am perfectly fine!"
Maya's response came accompanied by her avoiding direct eye contact with Cian. Observing the peculiar exchange, Sandra discreetly exited the kitchen, granting them a semblance of privacy.
Left alone in an awkward silence, Cian broke it by suggesting, "Well, if you're truly feeling alright, why don't you join me and have something to eat?"
Maya shook her head. "N-No, really, it's fine. I'm not that hungry, honestly."
"Even though your stomach just grumbled? Don't deprive yourself of food. I understand that you feel awkward because of what happened between us, but you shouldn't let hunger be the consequence. I feel the same way, but I still eat my meal."
"I-I'm not really hungry, young master..."
"Don't lie to me. The sound your stomach made was clear evidence of your hunger," Cian pointed out, his expression firm.
"N-No... It's just that... N-No, I admit that I am indeed hungry. But my reasons for not joining you are not what you think," Maya confessed, her face flushing a deep crimson.
"Then, what is the reason?"
"I-I'm sorry, but can I use the restroom? I don't think I can hold it any longer," Maya requested, her voice filled with desperation.
Suddenly, a single droplet of crystal-clear liquid trickled down from her crotch, a visible sign of her arousal.
"Ahhh!" Maya exclaimed, attempting to catch the droplet with her hand, but unfortunately, it slipped through her fingers and fell to the floor.
Cian's eyes widened in surprise as he observed the scene unfolding before him. "Wh-What? Maya, you..."
"Ahh! I'm so sorry, young master! I shouldn't have peed on the floor of the manor. I'll clean it up immediately!" Maya apologized in a panic, rushing to leave the kitchen in search of something to wipe up the liquid.
However, before she could make a hasty retreat, Cian abruptly stood up from his chair and reached out, gripping her wrist firmly to halt her escape. His touch was surprisingly gentle yet commanding, firmly holding her in place.
"No, Maya," Cian began. "That wasn't urine, was it?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers, searching for the truth behind her flushed face and racing heartbeat.
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