Knock Knock– It's Me, The Runaway Female Lead - Chapter 2
“Did it feel good?”
The man, who seemed to have put out the urgent fire for now, started flicking his tongue after waking me and thrusting in without any hesitation.
And that, in itself, was quite troublesome.
“I enjoyed pounding you like a rutting dog… How about you? How was it for you, Ayla?”
As if to flaunt how much lingering desire he still had, he left little kisses on my nape.
Despite the coquettish gesture, the obscene words like ‘dog’ and ‘rutting’ stuck in my mind like thorns, especially with the lingering aftereffects of s*x still smeared all over my thoughts. That was one of this man’s bad habits.
Though I had somewhat gotten used to it by now, at first I had often flinched at his unusual choice of words.
“Y-Yes, I liked it too…”
Barely lifting my heavily weighed eyelids, I answered in a drowsy voice.
Not satisfied with my bland response, the man withdrew his member that had been steadily grinding against me until then.
With a wet sound, a lukewarm snake-like thing dripped out for quite some time. The presence was so intense that the place where he had left felt like an empty hole had been punched through.
The mess below, all tangled with fluids, was undoubtedly a disaster even without seeing it with my own eyes.
“Your answer’s not convincing. Didn’t you like it much?”
In a noticeably colder tone than before, he grumbled and flipped my body over like a pancake.
Half-asleep, I left him to do as he pleased and let myself be pulled into his arms.
Without pushing away his head, I habitually hugged him tight.
Well… It was a bit bothersome and tiring, but not unpleasant. To be honest, I quite liked his body heat.
His skin, which had felt cool before, was now just the right warm temperature as his heat cooled down.
Even as the black hair that crept over my chest and nape nodded drowsily, a roughly stroked caress was met with a satisfied, long sigh.
Come to think of it, maybe I hadn’t even fully taken off my clothes, because the man’s rough clothing rubbed against my bare skin.
Again, again, I had just ruined my maid’s uniform. It was certain that it had been torn to shreds as usual.
If the head maid found out I had ruined my clothes again, she would shower me with nagging. Though since we both knew whose fault it was, she probably wouldn’t scold me too harshly.
The attic under the roof where the maids stayed didn’t have good soundproofing, and the man was not patient.
He was often away irregularly several times a month, and his return times were inconsistent.
On nights like tonight, when he came back late, instead of waiting for dawn or quietly calling me in, he chose to barge into this tiny quarters no bigger than a palm.
Thanks to that, all the servants in the house already knew that we did “that” from time to time, so it was no longer something to worry about.
Well, there were quite a few girls who secretly met men both inside and outside the mansion. I thought all of us had our own skeletons in the closet.
Even if the man before me was too noble to compare to those men, the essence of what we did probably wasn’t much different.
After all, the reason I was hired was to attend to him day and night, so in a way, I was just fulfilling my duty.
To clarify one thing: the man was the master of this grand mansion where I worked and the sole heir of Duke Clausewitz, the hidden power of the Virol Empire here—Claude Clausewitz.
Why such a noble person was doing this kind of thing in such a shabby place would require a long, long explanation, but the reckless young master never gave me even a moment to get lost in thought.
“Your answer’s not clear enough, Ayla. Tell me more specifically, what exactly did you like? How did I please you best? Be detailed and thorough.”
He shook me awake, no matter how much my consciousness tried to sink back into sleep.
Honestly, just hearing what he said sounded like the script of a man who drives women crazy.
A man who demands a detailed explanation of what felt good after s*x… Even an inexperienced girl like me knew that wasn’t good manners.
