Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Third Person’s POV

“Sit down there and spread your legs.”

From letting her wear sexy clothes, to telling her to make Lanceil masturb*te, now Brett wanted Agatha to sit back to her couch and spread her legs while wearing the provocative dress.

“If you can let me c*m, then you have what it takes to seduce the cold-hearted boss,” Brett mumbled, while his hand was moving up and down inside his shorts.

Even if Agatha couldn’t see what was going inside his shorts, she knew that Brett was masturbating while looking at her.

She supposedly should have gotten angry and embarrassed. But this wasn’t the first time they had done something explicit. IN fact, when she learned that Brett got an er*ction while looking at her, she felt a sense of victory.

Whenever Brett teaches her arts of seduction, Brett would stop in the middle and act as if nothing happened. That hurts Agatha’s pride.

This time, she wanted to win over the arrogant master.

Therefore, Agatha perched back on her couch. He swallowed a gulp.

Hearing the sound of her gulp, Brett smiled even more colorfully.

“Spread your legs and show me what you got, my maid.”

Brett sounded like a snake that persuades humans to eat the forbidden fruit. And humans fall for the snakes’s temptation and eventually nod their heads.

Exactly, just like Agatha now.

She leaned against the head of the couch and sat down. Brett caught her image from the tip pf her head to the tip of her toes.

The black hair fell to her waist, the white skin dyed red, her luscious breasts, and the nervous eyes looking at him.

And when Agatha slowly spread her legs, Brett saw the juice dripping on her pussy.

‘She’s getting wet,’ Brett thought.

Agatha’s face was filled with embarrassment, but her body reacted to Brett’s words. For the first time, Brett was happy that he bought Agatha as his slave, and she should obey everything he says.

“That’s right, Agatha. Your appearance right now is very sexy,” saying this, Brett pulled down his shorts and grabbed his c*ck.

Agatha replied roughly with heavy breaths. His c*ck is the first c*ck Agatha saw in her real life! It is big, hard, red like wine and it has veins around it.

Heuk.

Agatha gulped while watching Brett shook the tip of its head with one hand.

“Is this your first time seeing this?” he asked.

“That, that’s right.”

“Haa… hmmm.”

After moaning in a deep voice, Brett started rubbing his d*ck up and down while looking at Agatha.

Agatha swallowed her saliva unknowingly, and, apparently, she felt a tickle between her legs.

Brett looked at her hazy expression and noticed the sweet smell coming from Agatha.

“Are you going to just watch me jerk?” Brett asked, chuckling.

“T-Then, what? What should I do?”

At Brett’s question, her gaze, fixed on his p*nis, and turned to his face.

It was strange to see Brett sweating and sighing, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Agatha wasn’t used to seeing him like this.

“Touch yourself too.”

“What?!”

Agatha was embarrassed and terribly surprised.

“You w-want me to masturbate?”

“Just… ahh… imagine this,” Brett said. He licked the corner of his lips and continued, “You left the door open, and you started masturbating inside your room. What if Lanceil accidentally saw you?”

If Lanceil sees her masturbating?

Agatha began to imagine.

‘If I do that, will Lanceil see me a woman? Will he get er*ction?’

Having those lewd thoughts, Agatha shoved her hand between her spread legs, and gently rolled her clitor*s.

“Ahh, hmm,” Agatha moaned.

Her body heated up quickly as she rubbed herself with her own hand. Perhaps, because there was Brett who was staring at her exposed vag*na.

Right now, Agatha wanted to hide in a mouse hole. But at the same time, it felt so good that she found it hard to stop.

“Uck! Ahhh…”

“How does it feel?” Brett asked while jerking off.

“G-Good,” Agatha answered honestly.

“There’s one more way to feel better. Your left hand is free. It would be better if you touch your breast with that hand.”

Agatha looked at her clothed breasts. She wasn’t sure if Brett was telling the truth, but she was curious and she wanted to try.

So, with her left hand, she awkwardly rubbed her clothed left breast.

Agatha saw flash of white.

She couldn’t believe that touching her breast and rubbing her clitoris at the same time would make a difference.

‘I really entered a world where there was no going back,’ she bitterly told herself.

Because even though she knew this is wrong, she couldn’t stop until she could finish.

Finish what?

‘I don’t know anymore. This is to practice how to seduce Lanceil so let’s do it until I feel good!’

Using the pretext of her mission, Agatha fell into the temptation of her sinful body.

“Ahhh, ahh, hmmm,” she moaned while rubbing herself simultaneously.

She was so drown to pleasure that she didn’t notice what was happening around her.

“Ahhh, shit, ahhh, so good, hmm…!”

Suddenly, a figure came into her view. Brett stretched out his free hand and placed it inside Agatha’s maid uniform.

“Ahh! H-Hey!”

With widened eyes, Agatha looked up and saw Brett.

Brett’s hand went inside her uniform. He touched her breast and twisted her n*pple.

“Ack! You!” Agatha shouted with a moan.

“Master. Call me master, Agatha,” Brett whispered, rubbing her n*pple while stroking his d*ck.

Agatha’s head went left and right, not knowing where to incline her head.

“Don’t stop rubbing your p*ssy. Keep going.”

“Y-Yes, master,” Agatha replied.

As if obeying Brett’s command, Agatha continued to move without stopping her hand that was rolling her cl*toris.

Then she felt that she was gradually approaching her climax.

A little, a little more, and she’ll come.

“Uhhhk!”

But it was quicker for Brett, who had been pushed to his limits, to see Agatha masturbating while rubbing her breasts on her own.

Spurt!

Brett shot a long, thin cloud of liquid from his c*ck. His c*m wrapped around Agatha’s chest and stomach.

At the same time, Agatha’s legs trembled. Her head bent back, and her voice went out.

“Ahhh!”

It was her climax.

The movement of her hand stopped as she caught her breath while looking at the ceiling of the hotel.

Her mind was cloudy.

“Good job, my slave.”

She slowly looked at Brett, who was smiling contentedly while looking at her.

“The lesson is finished. You are fully ready to get Lanceil. Just trust in me,” Brett whispered into her ear like a devil.