Top Tier Perversion: Dual Cultivate Secretly

The moon shimmered brightly without the clouds blocking its way.

A carriage rolled inside D’Arc Estate and stopped by the manor.

Black heels met the polished marble floor and Leona stepped out, wearing an elegant night dress.

The maids greeted her at the entrance and escorted her to Vincent’s bedroom, almost as if this was the most natural thing to do.

"Ahh..."

A moan resounded from within before Leona could even knock.

The maids felt their cheeks flush and quickly left, giving the masters privacy.

"Ahh..."

The moan was heard again.

Leona’s brows were slightly knitted.

The problem with the moan was...

"Ohhh..."

Leona quickly opened the door without knocking.

Right before her eyes, she saw Vincent lying on his stomach with Anastasia seated beside, firmly pressing on his back and massaging.

"Ahh..."

The moans belonged to a man.

Vincent heard the door open and turned to look at the intruder.

It was Leona, quietly standing with a look of befuddlement.

"Oh hi, Leona." Vincent said without feeling surprised. "Done with... ahh... work?"

Vincent felt Anastasia’s elbow clearing the knot on his upper back.

"Welcome back," Anastasia looked at her and said. "Would you like some chamomile tea before bed?"

The lack of surprise on the two’s faces made Leona ask, "Is no one going to ask why I’m here? Or why did I enter without knocking?"

"...No?" Vincent said and moaned again, feeling Anastasia’s thumbs pressing on his pressure points.

Vincent didn’t know the complete customs and etiquettes. He thought it was normal for his fiancée to visit him whenever she liked.

About the door opening without permission...

It was fine too.

Vincent wasn’t into strangling his goose anymore. He was a changed man, so he had nothing to fear if the door opened suddenly.

Leona found the two’s train of thoughts strange, but then wondered whether it was her who was reacting oddly.

’I haven’t slept since yesterday... maybe it’s making me more reactive and my thoughts are so fuzzy...’

She shook her head and closed the door.

She looked at Vincent and said calmly, "I had to come here because my parents wouldn’t allow me to sleep alone after knowing we shared a bed."

Vincent gave her a thumbs up while having his face stuffed in the pillows.

"You don’t have to make an excuse, babe."

He said in a muffled voice.

"Just get in bed."

The word ’babe’ lingered on Leona’s mind.

Something about her fiancé felt different.

He seemed a lot more confident suddenly and not as awkward.

He seemed to know what he was doing and did not look like he would get embarrassed if she held his hand.

’Did the kiss change him so much? Or did something else happen on the night I wasn’t here?’

They kissed yesterday morning then the court session happened and after a chat, she left later in the day.

She had been working tirelessly to refine and came back after finishing.

Despite not having had a minute’s sleep since yesterday morning, the anomalies around Vincent’s behavior did not go unnoticed.

However, she was too tired to focus on it.

She lowered the straps of her night dress and revealed her thin nightgown underneath.

She placed the dress on the study’s chair and got on bed, lying right next to Vincent.

She could smell his musky scent and it seemed to have calmed her, making her quickly fall asleep.

Vincent turned his head and noticed her breathing even.

He extended his hand out and gestured Anastasia to stop, turning around and looking at Leona’s peaceful expression as she slept.

’She has been working so hard. She deserves this rest.’

Vincent kissed the top of her head.

Leona’s brows eased further.

Anastasia placed Leona’s dress at the proper hangars in the bedroom’s closets.

She locked the door, went to the restroom, and then changed into her nightgown, eventually extinguishing the bedroom’s candles.

She ensured to place a blanket over Leona and Vincent, then got on the bed herself.

Vincent turned toward her.

Anastasia pulled the blanket over herself and shifted closer to Vincent, almost having their lips touch.

"Young master..."

Vincent felt her hot breath.

"Hm?" He glanced into her eyes.

Anastasia’s hand went down and rubbed over his crotch.

"...should I?"

This was her final duty of the day as a maid.

She wasn’t doing it out of compulsion, but because she herself liked it.

Vincent’s satisfied reaction yesterday gave her a strange sense of fulfillment that made her want to repeat it today too.

Vincent slightly shook his head.

"Leona will be disturbed."

He didn’t want to accidentally wake her up. She definitely seemed haggard and in need of rest.

Anastasia could understand Vincent’s plight.

She thought of going to sleep without doing anything today, but then remembered something.

"Young master, you’ll visit the restroom, right?" She asked in a soft whisper.

Vincent’s eyebrows twitched.

Just... how much was this maid of his paying attention to him?

He had a habit of going to the toilet before bed because his bladder was untrustworthy and he didn’t wish to wake up in the middle of the night.

Anastasia caught onto it and knew he was going to visit.

He couldn’t even lie.

"Yes. I am going now..."

Vincent whispered back.

What would happen after this was something he couldn’t tell.

Things were going to be awkward, and he just hoped that he didn’t chicken out.

Vincent got out of bed and walked into the restroom.

Anastasia followed right behind and shut the door close.

The bathroom was illuminated by soft candlelight and even had the moonlight seep in through a clear glass window.

Anastasia’s tall figure was in proper view before Vincent. He could see every nook and cranny due to the nightgown being quite thin.

He looked up, into her calm blue eyes.

Anastasia looked back.

Vincent’s heart pounded faster than usual.

Yet, he tried his best to stay calm.

He extended his hands out and held her face.

Anastasia bent her knees and met his eye level.

The two stared for a second and Vincent leaned in, kissing her supple lips.

The fragrance of chamomile and her natural sweet scent relaxed his nerves greatly.

The kiss was short yet delicate.

He looked at her again.

"Let’s call it a day?"

There was still a lingering fear of crossing lines he shouldn’t be crossing.

Anastasia could sense the hesitation.

"Are you satisfied?" She asked calmly.

"No," he replied honestly.

She didn’t say a word more and leaned forward, occupying his lips and ensuring he didn’t have time to think about anything else.

Vincent was slightly surprised but got absorbed in the warmth and kissed her back.

A few moments later, he felt a hand grab his wrists and move it on something soft.

Vincent grabbed a handful of familiar softness.

He immediately felt blood rush to his bottom and with it came a rush of confidence.

His other hand moved.

It first wrapped around Anastasia’s back and then moved down, slithering under her nightgown.

Vincent felt the bare curve. It was like a firm, smooth pillow.

The heat within him was rising and made him breathe heavily.

As he broke the kiss, a bridge of saliva connected the two’s lips.

Anastasia’s hands moved down. One tugged at his pants’ strings while the other felt his twitching bulge.

She squatted down and let his pants fall freely, getting his erect member to spring before her face.

Vincent did not want to look down. It felt embarrassing.

However, curiosity got the best of him.

His gaze met Anastasia’s.

She stared at him intently and wrapped her palm around his shaft and gave it a gentle stroke.

It twitched, as if happy with the attention.

Words weren’t needed when bodies responded.

The strong scent of Vincent’s shaft which was musky and mixed with some sweat acted like an aphrodisiac.

Anastasia’s breathing quickened and she too had her body heat rise.

Her strokes got faster and Vincent saw her visibly bring her face closer to his shaft.

He noticed one of her hands go down, then under her nightgown.

Continuing to maintain eye contact, Anastasia pouted and planted a soft kiss on his shaft’s crown.

The wet and warm soft feeling almost made him explode.

’Hold out... hold out...’

Things were just getting heated up. He mustn’t finish so early!

The moment Anastasia had a little taste, she couldn’t help her mouth from parting and taking the delicious piece of meat within.

Vincent’s eyes widened as he felt her lips wrap around his cock and slowly take half the length inside.

She savored every inch that was inside her mouth while her fingers fervently rubbed against her dripping honeypot.

Sweat formed on Vincent’s forehead while his vision started getting dizzy.

Blood did not get to his head much and instead worked to make his meat-rod hard as a rock.

Slurp... Slurp...

Anastasia was not shy with her movements or noises.

She kept kissing, sucking, and licking the underside of his glans with intense passion.

It was as if she wasn’t doing something lewd, but worshipping what rightfully needed to be worshipped.

Her wet tongue coiling around his shaft, her suctioning mouth, and her smooth hand stroking him...

The sensations were too much for Vincent.

His dick twitched again in Anastasia’s mouth.

"Anastasia..."

He panted and warned softly.

Anastasia didn’t stop what she was doing and instead sucked him more intensely while running her nethers.

Vincent grunted after a while and held her head, shooting ropes of thick cum into her mouth.

Anastasia gagged slightly and trembled, almost having her eyes roll from pleasure.

A small puddle of her juices formed beneath her.

Vincent’s body shivered as he panted.

He looked down and saw Anastasia panting as well.

However, she still had his now limp shaft in her mouth.

She glanced up at him and slowly let go.

She opened her mouth and showed Vincent of how every drop of his seed was on her tongue.

Gulp.

She swallowed everything and stood up, giving Vincent a hug.

He hugged her back.

She blew a hot breath of air on his ear and whispered seductively,

"Thank you for the meal."

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