The Transmigrated Maid Hates the Insatiable Count

With her face flushed red, Diana averted her gaze in sheer disgust and bent over. She then grabbed her knee-length skirt and pulled it upward. She acted under the assumption that Adrian wouldn’t be able to see her from his angle, but the full-length mirror behind her reflected her slender legs in plain view.

Unaware of this, Diana pulled down her petticoat and panties all at once.

‘Huh?’

The moment her panties parted from her intimate area, she noticed a cold moisture.

It couldn’t be that I wet myself, so why is it wet?

Diana quickly erased her flustered expression. Knowing all too well what kind of nonsense that lunatic would spout, it was best to act as if she noticed nothing.

“Hand them over.”

However, she couldn’t escape Adrian’s sharp eyes.

As Adrian held out his hand, Diana repeatedly slashed him to pieces in her mind as she handed over her stripped panties.

“Ho. It’s soaked. Smells good, too.”

“…”

Adrian brought Diana’s panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.

I just want to punch him once and run away.

What kind of mindset was he even born with to display his desires so shamelessly, faithfully, and starkly?

Barely holding back her contemptuous glare, Diana hoped this would be the end of it.

She cast a fleeting glance at the window. Day was breaking into twilight outside, making it impossible to distinguish whether the dark shapes were trees or pillars.

The other servants who had finished their work had long since returned to their rooms. Unlike the nobility, who could sleep in late if they were tired, Diana was just a powerless maid who had to get up and work as soon as the sun rose tomorrow.

Yet, contrary to her hopes, Adrian had no intention of letting Diana off easily.

“Let’s see, here… would be uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?”

The chair he was sitting on had armrests, making it difficult to lay Diana down.

Adrian stood up, grabbed Diana by the arm, and led her to the spacious sofa. Diana grabbed Adrian with her other arm and pleaded.

“Master, please, I beg of you. I have to work tomorrow… Ah!”

Before Diana could finish her sentence, Adrian sat on the sofa and forced her face-down across his thighs. It was the perfect position to spank a misbehaving child.

‘If you’re going to do this, at least give me overtime pay or vacation time!’

You exploitative boss!

Rustle, rustle.

Along with the sound of her skirt being lifted came a light, cheerful whistle. She knew he was definitely going to go through with it again.

Diana’s pretty, emerald eyes widened as her body grew completely rigid.

Her long, sensuous legs clad in stockings were exposed, revealing her rounded b******s stripped of underwear. The corners of Adrian’s lips curled upward.

It was a provocative sight that elicited an automatic whistle.

The garter belt straps resting on either side made her fair, soft, plump flesh look obscenely attractive.

It was as if her rear had been rounded on purpose just to be touched.

Adrian cupped one of her plump cheeks with a single hand. As his large, calloused palm pressed against her with its warmth, Diana’s body trembled violently.

It wasn’t out of pleasure, but because her body already knew what was about to follow.

Please, please. Let it end within five hits today…

Adrian raised his hand high and struck the tender flesh with a sharp, resounding slap.

“…!”

Stars flashed before Diana’s eyes. No matter how much she had prepared herself mentally, the stinging pain was unbearable. Clenching her fists and biting her lip, Diana barely swallowed her scream.

She almost broke the rules and begged for mercy.

“What are you doing?”

However, Adrian chided her in a low voice, clearly displeased with Diana’s silence.

“O-One.”

Her pale b******s swelled red after just a single blow. It wasn’t that Diana’s skin was particularly sensitive—it was simply that Adrian was far too skilled at hitting her.

As if rewarding her, Adrian stroked Diana’s head, only to skillfully strike the exact same spot once more.

Spank!