Chapter 29: Chapter 29
When Lanceil went back to his condominium, neither Agatha nor Vincent was home. He felt glad because he didn’t know how to face Agatha, or if Agatha could remember their conversation.
‘Since I am alone, maybe I can…’ he had an impure idea.
Lanceil went to the bathroom. He took off his clothes and threw himself into the bathtub filled with warm water.
As he closed his eyes, Lanceil recalled Agatha’s words.
[“You’re a very clean person. Even though you’re still a young healthy man, it seems you are not interested in such things. Masturbating.”]
“Shit.”
He’s getting hard just by recalling her voice and her words. Lanceil looked at his er*ct manhood and spit out swear words over and over again.
He then recalled the day he saw Agatha’s p*nty by accident.
“Ahhh, Agatha,” he called his name. “Ha….”
Lanceil’s hand touched his p*llar and it moved rapidly.
“You don’t know what’s in my mind, Agatha,” he whispered.
Every time the slippery wet pillar was rubbed by the rough hands, the straight forehead twisted with pleasure.
“Ahh, f*ck.”
While he was immersed in pleasuring himself, Lanceil didn’t notice that the door of the bathroom opened, and someone caught him mast*rbating.
A moment ago, by the time Lanceil soaked in the water, Agatha went back home after throwing the trash.
She saw Lanceil’s bag on the sofa and his shoes at the entrance.
Her heart raced.
‘Sir is here,’ she thought.
The light in his office was on and she thought he was there.
“What should I do? Should I go and greet him?”
Agatha was hesitating. She wanted to apologize to Lanceil for speaking nonsense when she was in the hospital. But she was nervous.
Then, she remembered that the door in the main bathroom was broken.
‘I need to warn Lanceil that it is broken.’
Thinking that Lanceil was still in his office, Agatha went to the bathroom door and opened it.
As soon as she opened it, she saw Lanceil immersed in the bathtub.
Agatha paused.
The steam circling in the bathroom made Agatha’s face wet. But that’s not the only thing that made her wet.
Inside the bathroom, she saw Lanceil leaning his upper body on the large bathtub. His face was visible.
Squeak.
A squeaking sound was heard. It was the sound of something rubbing quickly.
Agatha’s body tensed. She swallowed a gulp while watching Lanceil in secret.
“Ahhh, fuck… ahhh…”
A small moan could be heard emanating from Lanceil’s teeth.
“Uhh….”
Agatha could see his hard chest rising and falling wildly and his hands moving rapidly.
Agatha’s covered her mouth with both hands as she saw Lanceil’s fully exposed appearance.
Lanceil was pleasuring himself.
A thick manh*od was rubbed under Lanceil’s palm. His manhood, which could not be grasped completely even with his large hands, was standing firm and being rubbed.
Each time Lanceil’s hand moved up and down, his d*ck appeared and disappeared repeatedly.
Agatha could see his perfectly woven abs twitching with pleasure.
‘L-Lanceil is masturbating,’ Agatha thought inwardly.
His hard thighs were trembling, and Agatha stared blankly at his thighs, which were twice her own.
Agatha clasped her two legs together and her body shuddered.
Just seeing Lanceil’s movements made her whole body heat up. Her stomach was itching, and her legs could not move. It felt like Lanceil’s passion mixed with the steam was sticking to Agatha’s whole body and didn’t fall off.
Drops of water on her cheek ran down Agatha’s neck.
She straightened her back at the tickling sensation. The single drop of water split into several streams and tickled Agatha’s neck.
“A..Agatha.”
“…!”
Agatha, who had been observing his appearance in awe without realizing it, almost responded to Lanceil’s calling.
“Ahhh, Agatha… ahhh, like that…”
Agatha’s mind swirled.
She wanted to deny that she heard her boss by mistake.
But Lanceil kept on calling her name again and again, which made it hard for her to think that she was just imagining.
Covering her mouth, Agatha slightly closed the door.
She quickly went back to her room and sat down on the floor.
Until now, her heart was beating so fast.
[“Make Lanceil m*sturbate for you.”]
That was the task Brett gave to her.
And even without wearing the sexy maid outfit that Brett provided, Agatha completed her task.
“Sir L-Lanceil was m*sturbating while thinking of me,” she uttered in quivering voice.
Biting her lower lip, she looked down on her legs. Agatha slowly lifted her skirt and checked herself.
‘I am so wet.’
She could see the wet stain in the center of her underwear.
“I must be crazy,” she uttered.
How dare a maid squirm on her legs as she watches her boss pleasuring himself?
Agatha’s finger traced her throbbing center.
“Hmmm,” she moaned.
She closed her eyes and imagined the scene she had just seen from the bathroom.
Lanceil’s huge d*ck.
His moans.
His body.
The way his manh**d appeared and disappeared around his hand.
Agatha felt the need of pleasuring herself. Losing her mind, she sl*d her panty to the side and pushed one finger inside her wet h*le.
It went in easily.
“Ahh, Sir…” she moaned desperately. But she made sure she was quiet enough.
Agatha pushed another finger, thinking that one finger would not justify Lanceil’s d*ck.
With her legs wide open, Agatha leaned against the door and pushed her finger in and out just like how Brett taught her..
Every time her fingers went in and brushed against her bud, Agatha shivered with guilt and pleasure.
“Ahhh, fuck, Sir…”
Agatha groaned, tilting her head backward in deep pleasure.
Her cave through which the love liquid was flowing, trembled, in hopes of another thing intrusion.
She wanted him to enter her.
She wanted to lose her v*rginity with her boss!
“Sir, Lanceil, ahhh, Sir… please…”
The more she rubbed her clit*ris and pushed her finger in and out, a shrill scream erupted from her mouth.
“N, no, please stop. Uhhh, Sir!”
Agatha let out a scream close to crying. It felt like something was about to pour from below.
She thrust her fingers harder and rubbed the bud until…
A pleasure-soaked liquid burst out of her p*ssy.
Catching her breath, her ascetic face was all messed up.
“Yes. I am messed up,” she laughed pathetically at herself.