Red Tape

Erwin’s body bounced like he was riding a horse.

Liam stared blankly at Erwin, who was on top of him and shaking his hips obscenely. His vision blurred and he felt dizzy.

It felt like he had become the master’s masturbation tool, but he was perfectly happy. He grinds his teeth, and his jaw stiffens as he suppresses his desire to not move his body on his own. It felt like torture.

“Ugh… nghh… Eung…”

Erwin’s arm, which was resting on Liam’s stomach, trembled but Erwin didn’t stop. He pounded his body with all of his might. Every time Liam’s penis penetrated deep into his stomach, his breath caught in his throat and fireworks exploded before his eyes.

“I feel like I’m about to…! Please, do it! Do it!”

Erwin screamed and lowered himself onto Liam, resting his wet cheek against his chest.

As if he had been waiting for this moment, Liam grabbed the back of Erwin’s head with one hand and his waist with the other. Holding him tightly, he began to forcefully lift his waist from the bottom up.

“Ah! Heuk, haeuk, h, eup, haeut………………”

A loud groan and the sound of flesh colliding resonated loudly.

Erwin gasped for air as Liam pounded his insides like raw meat with a mortar.

It felt like he was being punched in the gut. The swollen peak was being crushed repeatedly.

Liam sat up while holding Erwin. A hot hand ran up his waist, pinching one of his nipples. The red, swollen nipple stood up sharply.

Erwin’s eyes, cheeks, and the inside of his parted lips were all dyed in red. The inside of his hole, where his penis would go in and out, was probably a similar color.

His eyes were hot and sore. Liam closed his eyelids and shook his head, like a wet dog.

He blinked a few times, and Erwin filled in his vision, which had returned belatedly. Erwin’s eyes were wet and glittering with tears as he moaned like a song while being held in his arms.

Liam rushed toward his climax on the hazy line between reality and fantasy.

Saliva flowed out from Erwin’s parted lips. Liam kissed Erwin’s chin, licked it all down, and buried his face in his neck.

He kissed and sucked the throbbing vein, but when he was not satisfied, he sank his teeth into it.

Erwin flinched and shivered. A maddening urge arose. Something seemed to be swelling inside his stomach. It waited for just one stimulation to burst.

“Haa, do it now. Heah, now!”

“Name… Call my name.”

“Liam… Liam… Liam!”

“Haa, hoo… ahhh…”

Erwin ejaculated as his throat was bitten by sharp teeth. His eyes roll back and the verse of falling. His vision blurred and the noise disappeared. It seemed as if all his body functions had stopped and only pleasure existed.

He could feel Liam’s penis throbbing inside his body and releasing multiple times. The powerfully ejected semen hit the inner walls, which had become extremely sensitive.

“Hahh… Gasp…’

After finishing his ejaculation, Liam enjoyed the afterglow with his lips attached to Erwin’s crown. The excitement that had reached its peak is gradually subsiding.

The hot and rough breath he exhaled shook Erwin’s hair. Liam’s heart was filled with pleasure no less than the pleasure of their shared bodies.

He was so happy that he was anxious, and he missed him even though he was holding him. The desire to receive his gaze even just once had now transformed into a desire to continue these moments.

***

Eloise Motier was enjoying a cup of tea in the middle of the garden, admiring the lush scenery of early summer.

As always, the two maids she had brought from the Viscount’s household stood by her side.

In the capital, daughters of respectable families often served as ladies-in-waiting, but in the countryside, like at a viscount’s estate, there wasn’t much difference between a ladies-in-waiting and a servant.

Those who had worked for meager wages in the barren Viscount’s household were now enjoying a fair bit of luxury after coming to the Duke’s estate. This was because the Duke had allocated part of the budget to accommodate the people brought from the Viscount’s household.

For that reason, they harbored an even stronger desire than anyone else for their mistress to secure the position of the Duchess as soon as possible.

“The sun is setting. Shall we head inside?”

Just as Eloise was about to set down her emptying teacup, Erwin appeared at the edge of the garden, dressed in his riding attire.

He approached her with his usual upright posture and greeted her formally. His manners were impeccable, without a single flaw, yet every time Eloise received such greetings from him, she felt humiliated.

Seven years have passed since she had come to this place, yet she is still nothing more than a stranger. A guest who required strict courtesy.

Moreover, even though his greeting is as perfect as if he had stepped out of an etiquette manual, the contempt in Erwin’s cold eyes cannot be hidden.

He disregarded her. To him, she was still nothing more than a courtesan trying to snatch her father’s wealth.

“Have a pleasant evening, Viscountess Motier.”

Even the title is Viscountess, not Lady Motier.

Eloise clenched her teeth. Swallowing her humiliation, she gave a small nod in response to his greeting, her gaze catching onto Erwin’s hair. More precisely, the small piece of hay tangled in it.

Now that she noticed, his usually pale cheeks are slightly flushed.

Eloise smirked inwardly. Looking at him like that, it seems less like he was riding a horse and more like he was rolling around in the stables with a woman.

“I see you went riding, Young Lord?”

That is why she spoke up, stopping Erwin in his tracks.

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

His brow twitched slightly before smoothing over. It’s unusual for Eloise to ask him such casual questions.

“It had been a while, so it was quite enjoyable. Then, if you’ll excuse me.”

Erwin once again gave a slight bow and walked into the mansion. Eloise picked up her fan from the table, lazily waving it with a sardonic smile.

“Riding my foot. More like he was riding a woman.”

The two maids beside her widened their eyes and leaned in.

“What? Do you really think so?”

“Didn’t you see? The piece of hay in his hair and the kiss mark on his neck.”

“Oh, my goodness!”

“He might fool his father, but he can’t fool me.”

So much for acting refined and dignified. In the end, he’s just a man too, isn’t he?

As Eloise sipped the golden liquid left in her teacup, looking victorious, a maid in a servant’s uniform suddenly appeared from the same path Erwin had taken. It is obvious to anyone that she has just gotten up from lying down as she is adjusting her disheveled hair.

“Oh my!”

Jane, Eloise’s senior maid, covered her mouth with both hands. The suspicions they had harbored are now confirmed beyond doubt.

“Lady Motier! That girl! She is the one who is in charge of cleaning the room of young master Erwin.

“I guess I should give this girl a tonic to help her conceive easily.”

Eloise laughed in delight for the first time in a while.

About two weeks later, the incident occurred.

“Jeffrey, come quickly!”

Julia, who had been eating in the servants’ hall, called out urgently.

Liam, who had been sitting across from Jeffrey, tilted his head curiously at her unusually agitated tone.

“What’s going on?”

“A fight broke out among the maids, but Madam Friedman isn’t here… We’re trying to break them apart, but they’re only getting more aggressive.”

“Oh dear.”

Jeffrey wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. As the butler of a grand estate, it often fell upon him to play the role of an arbitrator when disputes arose among the servants.

“Who’s fighting?”

“Viscountess Motier’s maid, Penelope, and Mary.”

At the mention of Mary’s name, Liam also sprang up from his seat and followed Jeffrey.

As they walked down the corridor leading to the laundry room, a piercing scream echoed through the air. Without another word, Jeffrey and Liam started running.

“Ahhh! Let go of me!”

“Then tell me!”

The sight that greeted them was utter chaos.

Bedding, sheets, and laundry were strewn across the floor. Mary had a tight grip on the hair of the maid who always clung to Viscountess Motier’s side.

Mary herself was not unscathed—her neck bore scratch marks from fingernails, and her lips were split from the blows she had exchanged.

But compared to Penelope, the damage she suffered seemed minor. The maid’s clothes were completely torn, and blood streamed from both her nostrils.

“Mary!”

Liam shouted, but Mary didn’t seem to hear him. Her small frame shook with rage as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Tell me! Why were you snooping through my blankets like a filthy rat?!”

Perhaps feeling the pressure from the growing crowd, Penelope tried to make a run for it. She stomped on Mary’s foot hard, causing her to yelp in pain and loosen her grip. Taking the chance, Penelope attempted to escape—only to have her hair caught once again by Mary’s quick hands.

“Kyahh!”

“Where do you think you’re going?! I knew something was off! You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”

Penelope, overwhelmed by the searing pain, finally lost her composure and screamed back.

“There’s no point in pretending! You filthy wench! We all know the truth!”

The noisy commotion abruptly fell into silence.

“What truth?”

“That you’ve been sleeping with Young Master Erwin.”

The noisy surroundings fell silent.