Top Tier Perversion: Dual Cultivate Secretly

Vincent’s bedroom.

The bed was prepared, most candles were extinguished.

Anastasia sat by the edge of the bed in a thin nightgown, not leaving much to Vincent’s imagination.

He climbed on the bed and went under the covers, trying to get some shut eye.

Just a few seconds in and what happened throughout the day began playing in his mind.

The bedside candle was extinguished.

Only one candle remained by the water closet’s door.

Anastasia got under the covers and snuggled closer to Vincent.

His distinct earthy and musky scent was surprisingly calming. She could even smell hints of vanilla-like sweetness.

Anastasia pressed her body against his and wrapped her hand over his waist.

The two basked in each other’s warmth and enjoyed the night’s silence.

A while later.

Just as Vincent finished reflecting on his day until dinner and was about to get to the best part...

"Young master..."

Anastasia’s soft whisper rang in his ears.

"Hm?"

He let out a low hum as if he was half asleep.

Things were too awkward today and if he conversed more, he might not be able to see her in the eyes tomorrow morning.

He might as well avoid it altogether!

Anastasia pressed herself against his back.

"Young master..."

Her voice rang like a mother’s loving lullaby in his ears.

’What is she doing...’

Vincent did not answer and continued to pretend to be almost asleep.

Anastasia’s hand caressed his abdomen and her hot breath tickled Vincent’s ear.

Vincent faked a snore.

’C’mon, I ain’t awake. Anything you do now is sexual harassment! Sexual harassment, ya hear?’

"Nom!"

Vincent’s body trembled as he felt a nibble on his earlobe.

"You don’t snore when asleep."

Anastasia whispered and put her hand under his loose linen shirt, continuing to bite his ear.

Vincent breathed rapidly but did not answer.

’Shit. Is she taking revenge? What’s gotten her so...’

He felt multiple fingertips trail across his bare abdomen. It tickled and he trembled again.

’...so riled up...’

"Young master..." Anastasia stopped nibbling and whispered. "...before bed... you used the restroom."

’What’s wrong in wanting to pee before bed!?’

Vincent grumbled internally.

Anastasia’s fingers trailed over his navel.

"...and from the restroom... you were back too soon."

’What...’

Her fingers went past his abdomen and reached down.

His stomach churned, not in a bad sense, but in anticipation and thrill similar to being on a rollercoaster about to go down.

’...damn... this feeling...’

His chest heaved up and down rhythmically.

Anastasia’s hand was out of his shirt.

It tugged on the drawstrings of his loose trousers.

"I feel sad..."

Her hand went under his trousers’ waistband.

It felt cold, ticklish, and his body betrayed him as it began responding to the touch.

"...knowing how I could not tend to your needs."

She nibbled on his ear again.

Slowly.

Steadily.

Her hand did not reach the place it should’ve, rather massaged the area around it.

"Young master..."

She stopped nibbling and pressed herself further against his back.

"...you put my satisfaction before yours, made me feel safe, comfortable, and most importantly..."

She shifted up to be the bigger spoon, and kissed the top of his head.

"...you even confessed your love despite knowing I am just a maid."

"I am grateful."

She kissed his head again.

"And I love you more."

"But..."

Vincent felt a warm grip envelope at the bottom.

He sucked a cold breath of air.

His heart thumped wildly.

Anastasia scooted down and bit his earlobe again.

"...you’re breaking my heart by not giving me a chance to do something for you."

Vincent couldn’t take it anymore.

He opened his eyes and turned, staring into Anastasia’s serene blue eyes with his hazy ones.

"An-natsya..."

Vincent accidentally stuttered.

The pressure was too much.

Anastasia smiled.

She did not rush him and let him take his time to respond.

"Anastasia."

Vincent tried again

"Young master."

She responded in a soft whisper.

"...It..."

Vincent closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

"...it feels embarrassing."

He shifted a bit away.

"I might not be able to face you tomorrow morning if you do this."

Anastasia blinked.

She stared at him for a good few seconds before scooting closer and pressing herself against him.

Her fingers that were wrapped around his hot shaft, gently went down.

Then up.

Back down.

Back up.

Down.

Up.

It bulged and turned rock hard, twitching within her palms.

Vincent’s breathing was erratic.

"We discussed it before, young master."

She paused for a second and took her hand out.

"All your secrets are safe with me."

She pulled his trousers down and let his shaft spring out under the blanket.

"Everything we speak about..."

She held his shaft again.

"Everything we do..."

She rubbed it.

"...not a word will be out."

Vincent opened his eyes and glanced at her.

"You won’t... you won’t bring this up later?"

The girls felt comfortable around him, emotionally and physically, but Vincent still had an underlying anxiety regarding intimacy.

What if he repeated the action of his predecessor and risked becoming like him? What if he was labeled as a pervert?

His second shot at life would be ruined before it even began.

He was treading carefully and did not wish to mess everything up just to get a momentary burst of gratification.

Right now, he was in his most vulnerable state, and Anastasia could feel it.

However, she did not stop her hand or had a change of expression.

"After the candle was extinguished, we both snuggled and slept. Nothing happened between us."

She stared into his eyes.

"Nothing is happening right now."

She stroked his shaft faster.

"What’s there to talk about tomorrow morning, young master?"

Vincent stared into her eyes.

The pleasure at his bottom was amazing, but it hadn’t rushed to his head and taken over his rational yet.

Deep within him... inside his heart...

There was a mini him that was clutching his head and cowering within a cage.

Suddenly, a mini blonde maid appeared and shattered the cage, hugging him in a loving embrace and patting his head.

This was it.

This was the safety he sought.

Vincent’s eyes focused on the real blonde maid.

"Anastasia..."

His words felt gentler than usual.

Anastasia smiled faintly.

"Young master."

Vincent kissed her lips.

It conveyed everything that was needed to be conveyed.

Anastasia’s hand rubbed him faster.

Vincent slightly squirmed and turned more towards her.

The gentle kiss succeeded into loving passion as their tongues met and coiled.

Their bodies were heating up and sweat began forming despite the chill outside.

The nightgown’s strap was pulled off and Vincent grabbed her heavenly breasts.

He was rock hard at the moment. Too sensitive, and about to explode any moment.

He broke the kiss and instinctively bit on her neck as if marking his territory.

Anastasia’s relentless work bore fruit as Vincent’s shaft bulged again and shot out thick ropes of cum.

He trembled against her and accidentally bit her nipple, making her moan.

His shaft twitched in her hands and spewed some more white ropes.

Everything went black before Vincent’s eyes.

He collapsed on Anastasia’s body while breathing heavily.

A few moments later.

His body succumbed to slumber as exhaustion took over.

The blanket was stained, his clothes were unkempt, but the satisfaction was off the charts and the sleep was peaceful.

Anastasia caressed his hair, not minding her nightgown falling off.

Vincent’s breathing soon turned even.

Anastasia looked at him with warmth in her eyes.

"Rely on me more, young master..."

She slowly leaned to kiss his forehead.

"...just like I rely on you."

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