192 – Scene 192# Toys
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The whole story of the incident Blanche told me was like this.
While Hildegard and I left for the annex in the painting, the three remaining people started eating in an uncomfortable atmosphere.
But in the meantime, Patrick seemed interested in Blanche.
Blanche refused, but it is said that Helga, who couldn’t stand Patrick’s constant flirtation, said something in the end.
-Brother. Close the mouth before exploding the X-Egg.
At that word, Patrick was furious, and harsh words exchanged between the two.
We didn’t get along well, so we couldn’t control each other’s ill feelings.
In the end, without even having time to stop Blanche, he even went to the fist… is the end of the case.
It was a headache.
The escort knight had hit the acting head of Wolfbert. Originally, Helga, an escort knight, deserves to be punished.
However, both sides made mistakes, and as Hildegard intervened, the case ended in mutual apology.
That evening, when I returned to the mansion, I immediately put Helga on probation.
It was an inevitable punishment because it was clear that she had done something wrong.
This incident could not have been caused simply because Helga was hot-tempered.
Essentially, it was correct to assume that the conflict between her and the Wolfbert family was the cause.
The wounds, contempt, and insults from her family still remained in Helga’s heart.
If the story had flowed according to the original story, Helga would have expressed those dark feelings by killing Gail.
The fact that she took such an arbitrary action after moving only under Tristan’s orders must be proof of the depth of her feelings.
A situation in which future developments could be hampered if Helga’s heartache is not resolved as soon as possible… .
“after… .”
I put a finger between my forehead and sighed.
Helga, who was put on probation, seemed full of dissatisfaction.
It must have hurt his pride to apologize to Patrick reluctantly, but he was punished… .
Helga, who was put on probation for rebellion against him, immediately ran out of the mansion.
According to intelligence, he hadn’t gone anywhere and appeared to be drinking at a nearby bar.
Helga came back from drinking outside and binge, repeat heading back to the bar during the day for the second day… . Thanks to that, I missed the timing to tell Helga about Dangju Dalian.
“It’s raining… .”
Raindrops starting to form on the window.
Today, too, I stood by the window in the rain, feeling like a parent waiting for her immature daughter who wanders around late at night.
smart.
“Count. Can I come in… ?”
“… Come in.”
With a small voice that was barely audible, Wendy appeared in a maid outfit. Since Helga was on probation, Wendy waited on me in the evening when I returned home from school.
“Has Helga not returned yet?”
“Yeah… .”
Wendy pushed the tray and came in, probably in the car.
I was in the mood to drink something, but it just went well. If only I could pour this stuffiness into a cup of tea… . But what Wendy brought was not tea.
“… alcohol?”
There were wine and crystal goblets on the tray.
“That, that… . My father said hehehe, if you have difficulties or troubles, you will get better if you drink alcohol… ! The Count seems to be having a hard time today, so I thought it would get better with this… .”
ah… . is it.
It seems that Wendy brought it for me, who was worried about Helga.
Her kind heart seemed to relieve her fatigue.
After I was silent for a while, Wendy hurriedly changed her words.
“M-I’m sorry I acted on my own…” ! I’m sorry, no point in meddling… .”
“no. Well done. On a day like today, alcohol would be better than tea.”
I stopped to stroke Wendy’s hair.
“… Ooh.”
Wendy was slowly backing away.
Strangely guarding me.
Normally, I would have liked it if you stroked my hair at this timing… . why are you doing that all of a sudden
“It’s okay not to stroke it… yo… .”
“Why?”
“Yes, yes, I am no longer a child… ?”
cute guy.
I guess I wanted to pretend to be an adult once I became an adult.
I felt ridiculed and stroked Wendy’s head.
“Hick?!”
“You dare not accept my reward? cheeky… .”
“That, that’s not it. Oh, I can’t… . How… .”
Wendy tried hard to deny it, but she couldn’t fake the expression that loosened up whenever she stroked her hair.
“But what kind of drink is this?”
“Oh that… . It’s a wine made from the Ko, Conpanya breed that was in the storage. I heard that it is a special product of the Molia region and that it is a rare alcoholic beverage that is only made in 50 bottles a year… .”
“… You brought some pretty good wine.”
“That, right? I’m glad you liked it… . The butler recommended it… .”
I honestly don’t know, but I had to pretend I knew. You can’t say you don’t know the name of the count.
“Ugh… .”
Knock!
Wendy whimpered and opened the cork.
I wasn’t very good at it, but given her personality, I expected her to make a mistake… .
Perhaps noticing my gaze, Wendy said with an awkward smile.
“that is… . Actually, I practiced a lot with cheap wine… . You failed so many times that you got scolded by the butler… . Ehehehe… .”
“Well.”
It seems that her skills were the result of offering countless wines as sacrifices.
As Wendy poured the wine, a dark red liquid filled the glass.
As seen in the drama, I gently shook the glass with a graceful motion. And he took a sip and sipped it in his mouth.
Come to think of it, that was the first drink I had after coming to this world.
“Uh, how are you… ?”
There was nothing to answer Wendy’s question.
The taste was so great that even I, who had no knowledge of wine, admired it.
*
“So you know how upset I was? Yes?”
“Yes. I know.”
“Chi! You say you know what you know!”
“Did you know that today is the 15th time you’ve already told me that story?”
It was late at night when the rain was pouring down.
Blanche, wearing an umbrella, was walking with a drunken Helga in her arms.
“Ooh, I’m going to drink more.”
“Didn’t you drink enough already…? .”
“What enough! You can still drink more!”
“It’s a crowd. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible! can do it later! don’t die! Rai Rai Cha Cha Cha!”
“What is that all of a sudden… . Sigh… .”
Blanche lamented her situation.
How the hell did this happen?
It was around lunchtime when Blanche, who had been out shopping for something on her holiday, accidentally bumped into Helga.
Helga, who was quite drunk even then, dragged Blanche to the bar.
‘It was a mistake to hang out for a while… .’
Helga literally drank as much as she could to rid the bar of alcohol. In the meantime, Blanche never wanted to, but had to listen to all of Helga’s sad past.
It was definitely a past that anyone would regret hearing about.
I knew that Helga, no less than Blanche, was carrying a scar.
However, as I listened to it over and over until past midnight, the sympathy I had heard was about to disappear.
“I said it was probation… . Does the Count know that you are doing this right now?”
“huh. know what Whether the Count knows or not.”
Helga pouted and grumbled.
That day, Helga, who was put on probation by the Count for a fight she had with Patrick, couldn’t hide her regret.
“A troublemaker like me who doesn’t listen and causes trouble won’t be interested anymore.”
“Don’t talk like that. Even now, the Count must be worried about you.”
“lie. No matter how tempted I am, he won’t budge. They say that I am not a woman, but look at me like a stone. Blanche, do you think you would care whether there were stones or not?”
“… … Nope.”
“Look. The Count has no interest in me… . That’s why they put me on probation… .”
Having said that, Helga looked very sad.
Blanche had no idea what to comfort her. It was the best thing she could do to simply quietly escort Helga to the mansion.
“It is too late… . Come in quickly.”
“… I was going to eat black… .”
“Yes? What did you say?”
“Black… . The Count was sure I was going to eat him… .”
“radish… what!? Stop talking nonsense! Who listens!”
“I do not like it! Are you trying to f*ck me after saying this? Right?”
Helga drove Blanche down in a voice that smelled like alcohol.
Let’s stay calm. Blanche… .
“I don’t eat… .”
“Don’t berate me. You’re going to eat it.”
“I don’t eat. There is absolutely no reason for that.”
“Are you saying the Count doesn’t like you? now?”
“Isn’t that what you mean now? If you want me there, I don’t know… . Ugh?!”
“Hey… . Will you stand on the side of being eaten?”
“Ah, didn’t I say I wouldn’t eat it!? Stop asking!”
“huh… . bland… . I want to go.”
Arriving in front of the main gate of the Ruelberta mansion, Helga turned around, refusing Blanche’s shoulder.
“Can you walk alone in the rain?”
“I’m sorry. Hug me. Thank you for taking me.”
“Yes… . what… .”
As Helga staggered toward the mansion, Blanche couldn’t help but look anxiously.
*
Awesome… .
A mansion in the middle of the night covered with darkness.
It was sheer drunkenness that caused Helga to enter Tristan’s bedroom instead of returning to her own.
Thanks to being drunk, an unknown courage… no, a grasshopper sprang up.
‘What if you get caught? They say it was a mistake.’
Helga walked, hushing her feet like a cat. And as she expected, a man was sleeping on the bed.
Tristan Ruelberta.
Her owner, the man she loved so much, was there.
“Count… .”
Have you been sleeping quite deeply? He didn’t open his eyes until Helga climbed onto the bed and looked down at him.
“Ahh… . How… .”
Even her sleeping face boasted a chillingly undisturbed appearance.
Helga carefully removed the blanket. Then, his hardened body was revealed in the moonlight.
gulp… .
Helga involuntarily swallowed.
It was a scene I had imagined in my dreams someday.
Is it because I’m drunk?
He looked more tempting than ever, but Helga quickly shook her head.
Now I came not to be seduced by him, but to seduce him.
“The Count always… . You ignored me.”
Helga bit her lip.
No matter how short the skirt was, no matter how tempting glances he sent, he was immovable.
But today I will definitely check it out.
that he is also a man.
“Even if I do this… . Can the Count not see you as a woman?”
Helga carefully touched his thigh with her foot. Tristan flinched at the stimulus, but did not wake up.
“huh… . Are you feeling well?”
Helga began gently tapping his thigh with her foot. Tristan frowned whenever her stocking feet touched.
“… If you don’t wake up, will you continue to step on me?”
Something I would never have been able to do normally.
Helga couldn’t hide her excitement at the immorality of daring to step on the owner’s body with her feet.
My heart trembled every time I felt his hard calves and thighs with my toes.
“after… . whooping… .”
I kept laughing as if I was teasing his whole body with my feet. Every time she pricked his body with her feet, she too trembled with the piercing pleasure.
“Even after doing this, it still doesn’t happen… ?”
Emboldened, Helga licked her lips.
In fact, the place I was aiming for was fixed from the beginning.
nestled between his two legs.
Right there, Helga stretched out her foot. No one could stop her now.
The moment my toes, enchantingly wrapped in stockings, reach there… .
“Huh?!”
A hand that came out of nowhere grabbed her ankle and twisted it. Helga, who lost her balance in the moment of what had happened, fell straight into bed.
At the same time, a large shadow pressed her down so that she could not move.
“You must have found an interesting toy.”
The first thing Helga felt after collapsing was the faint smell of alcohol. The next thing was that the hand holding her wrist was tougher than I thought.
The moment she checked the man’s face illuminated by the moonlight, Helga thought she would stop breathing.
“count… sir?”
“But what a staggering coincidence.”
“Yes… ?”
There was a different atmosphere in those eyes looking down at her.
said Tristan with a mischievous laugh.
“I think I just found an interesting toy.”
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