The Transmigrated Maid Hates the Insatiable Count

“Mmh, ah, ah.”

“Oh? Weren’t you muffling your mouth to hold it in until just now?”

Annoyingly enough, Adrian’s voice sounded no different from usual. As her inner walls softened enough for his fingers to enter with ease, Adrian pushed his middle finger all the way inside.

“…!”

A solid, hard knuckle struck her b******s with enough force to make a sharp thud.

The tears that had been lingering at the corners of her eyes finally spilled over. Diana’s body was completely at the mercy of his forearm alone.

Thwack, thwack.

With every strike, the slick arousal spilling from her entrance splattered around. Diana’s b******s and thighs were coated in liquid, leaving her skin glistening. Unable to endure it any longer, Diana gripped the sofa armrest tightly and begged as if pleading for her life.

“Please… slower… Ah! Ah!”

“Is it here? It’s surprisingly deep. It seems no one’s fingers could reach this far except mine. I like it.”

Looking satisfied, Adrian hooked his fingers and scraped along her inner walls. Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, Diana desperately wanted to squirm away.

Tearfully, Diana told him to stop, but her hips squirted and twitched restlessly as if begging for more.

“You say no with your mouth, but your body moves like a b***h in heat, doesn’t it?”

She desperately wanted to strangle Adrian, who was sneering while asking if he should show her in the mirror how her lower back was arching off the sofa. But in reality, all she could do was pray for this cruel game to end as soon as possible.

‘Just a little more. Just a little more…’

Deciding that it was better to just reach the end and be done with it, Diana moved her hips eagerly. Diana was the type who took time to reach an o****m. If it were up to her, she would have loved to rub her c******s and chest with her own hands.

But if she tried that, he would lock her up all day on the grounds of being insolent.

Before she knew it, her canal had grown soaked with fluid. It flowed out in such abundance that she briefly wondered if she had wet herself, completely drenching Adrian’s fingers and the back of his hand.

None of that mattered now. What Diana needed right now was to reach the end. She felt that if Adrian just thrust a few more times, she would be able to come.

“Haa, right there. Ah… Huh?”

The thick finger sliding in and out of her entrance slipped out and didn’t return. Startled by the sudden empty sensation, Diana lifted her head and looked back, only to see Adrian already wiping his hand with a handkerchief.

Count or not, curses almost burst out of her mouth at what he was doing.

“That’s enough for today. It’s late, go rest.”

“…”

“What’s wrong?”

Diana wondered how such a bastard could even exist.

She was literally just a step away from reaching the climax, and he just threw her aside in such an empty, meaningless way.

This wasn’t right.

After pulling Diana’s skirt all the way back down, Adrian patted her rear as if giving her permission to leave. However, no matter how furious and unvented she felt, Diana was merely a maid and couldn’t say a word back.

“I shall… take my leave now.”

Barely managing to stand up from Adrian’s thighs, Diana grabbed her white maid cap from the floor and fled from the study. Because of the late hour, the only sound echoing through the vast mansion was that of Diana’s footsteps.

“Haa, haa. Ha.”

She had no idea how she managed to get from the study back to her room. Running like mad, Diana opened her door and immediately collapsed onto the cozy, modest bed tailored to her body, without even washing up or changing her clothes.

Unlike the spacious, luxurious room she had been in just moments ago, this place was pitch-black, cramped, and shabby, but she felt far more at ease here.

Although it was originally a room meant for two, she had been using it alone—perhaps due to her personality, or because she was the newest hire.

At first, she found it boring and lonely, but after being tormented by Adrian, she was now relieved that there was no one around to witness her state like this.

“That damn bastard.”

As she lay completely still, her g***n throbbed to the point of burning.

“It’s not enough.”

Even after going through all that, it might sound insane, but Diana’s body remained just as aroused as before. Because Adrian had deliberately pulled his fingers out right before her climax, her delicate flesh was still twitching in desperate need.