Chapter 36.2 *

Chapter 36.2 *

After the little episode, they resumed their conversation from earlier.

As always, they exchanged their weekly schedules and discussed the direction of their future actions together.

Sharing everything is normal because Jihoo and I are one in spirit!

You know the meteor we saw last time? That was actually a strong monster, so the ecliptic is in an uproar right now.

Jihoo is awesome, and he has shared tons of information with me that I would never know where he got from in the first place. On the other hand, I myself am not very helpful in this regard...

I guess we're not completely safe even though were in the ecliptic. So Ive been thinking about a measure to put in place, and I think we need to implement a way to inform each other of whats happening in case of an emergency.

Yeah, thats right.

With her affirmation, he called out to his maid, Ireina, who took something out of her bag.

It was a necklace with thin silver chains and geometric patterns decorating it.

It had a simple and clean design that she really liked.

Here, wear it. No, Ill put it on for you.

But, I, I... Are you giving this to me...?

*Beating beating*

As he wrapped his arms around her neck and put the necklace on, it made her heart skip a beat.

If you infuse magic into this, a signal will be sent to me. This is in preparation for an unexpected danger, so dont ever take it off for no reason, okay?

Hmm... I wont unfasten it... Ill keep it on for the rest of my life...

Even if it had been trash picked up from the side of the road, she would cherish it forever.

...Huh, why are you about to cry?

But... *Sniff*, thank you so much...

As expected, Jihoo is the only one to cherish me like this.

Feeling a gentle hand wiping at her cheeks with a tissue, she resisted the urge to pounce for his lips.

She resisted because she had to dedicate her first kiss and experience to Jihoo at the moment and place he desired it to happen.

Jihoo, I love you!

Jihyes eyes were overflowing with love as she looked at him with a bitter smile.

***

Sexual intercourse with my master is usually divided into three different phases.

The first phase is to warm up the senses.

It should be called a leash rather than a necklace.

Furthermore, earlier, he secretly installed a small magic tool in the living room and kitchen of her room.

My master owner called it a hidden camera.

Fooh...

After his third ejaculation, my master pulled out his genitals from inside me and lay down on the bed.

It looks like he has decided to go easy on me today.

Finally, its time to move on to the final phase of sex.

Step 3 is Cleaning.

If I have managed to survive past stages 1 and 2 done multiple times without passing out, its time to clean him down and show gratitude to his cock for all the hard work it put into providing him pleasure.

I take control of my twitching body, gather saliva in my mouth and take in his glans and the shaft as much as I possibly can.

In this state, I should remain still for about a minute.

It cools him down while also having the benefit of wiping off all the juices on his cock.

These are the three stages of sexual intercourse.

Ha haha.

When I think about it, I feel a sense of desolation and self-doubt.

When did I become like this?

I used to be a noble counts daughter, who was loved by my family and friends, but now I am embroiled in sexual acts day and night, and still analyse my each and every sexual experience with my intelligent mind.

I gave up thinking along such lines when I had gotten more used to the taste of semen than black tea.

And now is not the time to worry about Jihye either.

I, myself, am a slave with the lowest priority in the pecking order.

I never know when I will be abandoned by my master and when I will fall into an even deeper abyss.

I have to find a way to endure somehow.

Whether it be by rebuilding my family or taking revenge on the first prince, I can continue living by holding onto such hopes for the future.

What does Master think of me and my ambitions?

No matter how much I peep at the face of Jeong Jihoo though, there is no way I can read what is inside his head by looking at him with my pleasure-laced pupils.