The Transmigrated Maid Hates the Insatiable Count

The tip of Diana’s nose brushed against Adrian’s pubic hair. She was so out of her mind that she didn’t even have room to feel disgusted by the coarse hair.

As her face was buried deeper and deeper, Diana’s vision went completely blank. The only thought in her head was that she might actually suffocate to death right here. Her head, held tightly by his rough hand, shook helplessly with every movement.

Saliva and pre-ejaculatory fluid were smeared messily across Diana’s lips, cheeks, and chin.

‘I-I can’t… breathe.’

Feeling like she was truly going to die, Diana grabbed Adrian’s thigh, digging her nails in deep. Yet, as if completely unfazed, he continued to drive her head back and forth as if performing intercourse. Her throat clasped around him so tightly that the sensation was exquisite.

He couldn’t help but wonder how tight her bottom hole would feel.

Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation of her fleshy tongue and tight throat, Adrian gave up trying to hold back any longer.

“Fuuu.”

Adrian tensed his thighs and let out a long breath. The c**k buried deep down Diana’s throat finally e********d.

Believing it was finally over, Diana barely managed to hold onto her fading consciousness.

“Ah, I apologize. You must be bored.”

Hearing Adrian let out a rare sigh, the advisor apologized as if it were his own fault.

“It’s fine. I’ve kept you standing too long. I’ll hear the rest tomorrow.”

“Thank you, My Lord.”

Having stood in the exact same spot for over ten minutes, the advisor’s knees and legs were aching.

Promptly stating that he would return with a more refined report, the advisor left the study.

A moment after the sound of the door closing echoed through the room, the massive c**k that had been painfully pressing down on Diana’s tongue slithered out, like a needle being pulled from the skin.

“Gag! Cough, cough! Cough!”

The back of her throat stung painfully, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. No, it felt like she was dying.

Completely forgetting that she was in front of the Count, Diana coughed violently to the point of retching, tears streaming down her face. It was a level of pain that would have easily justified slapping anyone else across the face.

After coughing repeatedly with her hands stretched on the floor like a beast, Diana lifted her head with bloodshot eyes, feeling slightly better.

Sitting arrogantly in a blue velvet chair, the beautiful man looked down, staring intently at Diana. His sculpted face remained completely expressionless, making it impossible to tell whether he was pleased or angry.

Unable to read the meaning behind his gaze, Diana was terrified that this lunatic might call her insolent and shove his c**k back into her mouth.

“Your head skills have gotten terrible.”

At Adrian’s words, Diana’s shoulders flinched slightly. She couldn’t tell if this was a good sign or a bad one.

From Diana’s perspective, she desperately hoped Adrian found her unsatisfactory so he would never summon her like this again.

“Um, then…”

So we’re done, right?

“However, your tightness is still top-tier.”

‘Damn it.’

It meant he was going to keep harassing… summoning her.

It was a captivating smile that could make anyone give up their liver and gallbladder for him, but to Diana, it was nothing more than the sinister grin of a demon.

Why hasn’t a ghost dragged this bastard away yet?

“You made noise while my advisor was reporting, didn’t you?”

“Pardon? Th-That’s…”

She couldn’t help it. Frankly, with something the size of a forearm stuffed inside her mouth, she deserved praise for not screaming even louder.

Diana wanted to yell at him to try holding his breath with something the size of a c**k shoved down his own throat.

“You need to be punished.”

At the word ‘punishment’, Diana’s despair-filled eyes grew even redder. This insane bastard was making up ridiculous excuses just because he wanted to torment her.

Yet, in this place, social status was both the law and the bully. Although there was a King, within the Conte fiefdom, Adrian was practically God.

“Strip.”

It was a voice so sweet, no one could ever imagine it was delivering such a perverted command.