TL: Have a nice day !
” Woah woah woah!”
I was so flustered that I panicked and stopped the playback. I took off my headphones and unintentionally listened out into the hallway.
Oh, I was surprised. It was a lot more intense than I had expected. I looked again at the names of the cast on the jacket.
The name on the label was unfamiliar to me, but the voice was definitely familiar. It sounded just like the voice of one of the main characters in a robot anime that was airing in the late night slot until the other day.
I was impressed, even though it was their job.
Then I quietly checked to make sure there was no one behind me. After a brief hesitation, I clicked the play button again. To be honest, I was half curious and half scared. The handsome voice continued to moan annoyingly through the headphones.
“Use your tongue. Yes, slowly trace …… the backside with your tongue ……! You are very good at …… this. Huh ……, that’s where …… men are most comfortable. Make sure you …… lick that bumpy spot. It’s a good idea to make as much …… noise as possible. That’s what makes a man happy. ……”
The sound of water continuing to splash and splutter. It was clearly the sound of a tongue caressing a penis. Oh my god, you’re going to recreate all of this?
“Yes, make a nasty noise …… and trace the back of the split …… and you’ll see ……… …it’s getting harder and harder, isn’t it? Keep moving it slowly. I’m going to go all the way to the back of your throat, yes ……! When you move it, …… squeezing your lips more …… and wrapping your front teeth around it, so that your teeth don’t hit it. ……Yes, you’re good at it. ……Oh ……very ……good.”
I could feel my core heating up involuntarily. Of course, I wasn’t lusting after a man’s voice. If Kotono hears this, will she m********e after all? I wonder if she’s going to m********e if she hears this, and if she’s going to imagine this handsome butler’s penis in her mouth, moving it in and out of her mouth.
“Lick the sack as well …… so it might be a little hard …… mmm! Use you tongue to trace the opening …… with your tongue. …… Oh, …… that feels so good… I can’t believe this is your first time ……… …… Ugh!”
The image of Kotono sucking on someone else’s penis and making that person moan profusely came to my mind. Suddenly, the memory of that mouth running its tongue over my glans came back to me, and the mix of fantasy and real-life recollection made my penis harden.
Before I knew it, I was unzipping my pants and grabbing my penis, thinking that I would lose if I don’t do this.
“Well, let’s see if you can make me cum with your mouth. While grasping the root with your hand like this, slowly …… your mouth to the throat. …… Mmm …… Yes, tighten the tip with the mucous membrane of your throat. ……Oh! It’s a great feeling ……! …… Huh!”
I can hear her mouth sucking on his penis.
“You can use your hands and mouth at the same time,……, and use a slow and steady pace so that it doesn’t become tedious,……. Oh,……, Use your tongue to slurp it up . Look at me while you’re licking it. …… Look, look up at me. It’s a very …… sexy face.”
As she sucked on my penis, Kotono looked up at me with wistful eyes. She flicked her tongue in a seductive way, tightening her grip on my cock at the back of her throat. I couldn’t stop my hand from playing with my penis, and I was thrown into a crucible of pleasure.
“Hmm! …… Hahahahaha …… Oh, ma’am, you’re so good at this. …… I didn’t know you were such a s**t……. I didn’t expect that. …… F**k! I’m …… already …… cumming ……!”
As I ejaculated, I stopped the playback with the mouse.
In the deep silence of my headphones, I looked up at the ceiling, feeling deflated.
I …… am a fool …….
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You know, sometimes. I wonder
“Why the hell did I do this ?!”
For example, there are times when I accidentally pull out “mature women” or “chubby women”.
I remembered the story of my classmate, Agawa, who became very depressed after accidentally pulling out a “BL anime with cute male girls”. I laughed when I heard that, but now I can’t laugh at him anymore. What kind of taste is it to pull out an otome drama CD, huh?
I took the two CDs and transferred them to Kotono’s portable music player.
The next day, before going to school, I left it with Anna and asked her to hand it to her. I wonder if this will raise Kotono’s sexual sensitivity. She said she was going to study on her own until her next lesson, but what on earth does that mean? I had a mixed feeling of anticipation and fear.
As if to betray my half-expectation and half-fear, the opportunity for a lesson did not come easily.
This was because I had been nominated as a member of the class executive committee for the school festival.
Every year, there is a lot of trouble in the homeroom over what to do, but when Agawa and Honda-
–We want to have a butler cafe because we can invite a lot of girls.
The decision was made unanimously in no time.
After all, our school was originally a Catholic monastery that was rebuilt and established in a very remote location.
It was in a remote area near the border of the prefecture, deep in the mountains where you could never get to without a car, and the nearest suburban supermarket was a 30-minute bus ride away. Naturally, there are no girls, and in these mountains, they are even rarer than flying hippopotamuses and okapi. (TL: Okapi is a rare animal found in Democratic Republic of Congo)
The school is a famous and prestigious school that attracts rich boys from neighboring prefectures, but those who have to spend six years in the middle and high school here are chronically starved for contact with girls, and the school festival is a precious opportunity for them.
That’s why we tend to think about how we can attract girls to our class events. Last year, there was a class that had cute boys dress up as girls and had a maid cafe for the girls. This was very well received and girls came to the cafe every day.
To put it bluntly, it was like fishing in the sea.
–When it comes to butlers, it’s always Onui, You, you’re the director
I was forced by the people around me to become a member of the executive committee. To begin with, there is a gap between a butler and a servant, but that doesn’t seem to matter to them.
Well, I didn’t feel bad about it.
I don’t usually have much time to interact with my classmates due to my mansion duties. Even so, Agawa and the rest of my close friends were always there to support me, saying, “It must be tough to come to school while working when were the same age.” It was a small way of repaying them.
The school festival is held every year on the fourth Saturday and Sunday in June. I stayed at school until late every day, making detailed arrangements at meetings. Even so, I was able to go home after eight o’clock for the first week, and I had to go to Kotono’s room to explain in detail what I had done.
However, as my workload gradually became more and more packed, I couldn’t afford to be so carefree. Ms. Yonezu picked me up on the way home, but it was usually after eleven o’clock when I arrived at the house, and I ate the dinner that Anna had saved for me, took a bath, and went to bed.
On Saturdays and Sundays, I went to school to simulate the set-up, thought about the costumes the butlers would wear, decided on the menu, figured out where to buy the cakes, and brainstormed about how to fill in any other missing items.
With only five days left in the countdown to the school festival, the whole school is in a state of excitement, and the excitement is slowly building up. Dormitory students neglect their study time in their rooms and spend all their time preparing for the festival, and returning students leave the dormitory about two hours earlier than usual to work.
I felt bad for Ms. Yonezu, but I had her accompany me to school early in the morning and late at night.
–Sasuke-kun has been working harder than me lately.
She laughed at me.
During that time, I hardly saw Kotono.
Kotono was still sleeping when I went to school in the morning, and by the time I came home for a late supper, she was already asleep.
As long as she didn’t call me, I, as a servant, couldn’t barge into the master’s room in the middle of the night. According to the rules of the house, it is forbidden for the master to visit the servant’s room.
That’s why Kotono and I have been living completely apart from each other. It was probably the first time I hadn’t spoken to Kotono face to face for so long while living in the same house.
“It’s been really tough since Monday, hasn’t it? Tomorrow and the day after that will be the end of it.
It was Friday, just before the school festival tomorrow. After a late supper, Anna made bancha tea in the servants’ kitchen and said with heartfelt emotion.
” But these things only happen now. I wish I could have enjoyed it more. Let’s see, about ten years ago.”
Anna-san giggled mischievously.
I laughed along with her and became curious about Kotono. I’ve been away from her for such a long time that I still feel a little lonely. In the beginning, I felt a sense of liberation because I had always been pushed around so much, but it was also true that there was something missing.
“I’ve been thinking about Ojou-sama. I mean, how is she?”
It was a strange question to ask a person in the same house, but she was the only one I could ask.
“Well, I guess you could say she’s fine. But Ojou-sama’s mood is not good. More than ever.”
“Well, I’m sure it will be fixed when Sasuke-kun’s school festival is over. The young lady seems to be lonely after all.”
When Anna said this, her mouth turned to the side at an unnatural angle, as if she was trying desperately to hide back a laugh.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m fine. Speaking of which, is Mukaishima-san coming tomorrow?”
“She can’t come on Saturday because she has a soft tennis match, but she’ll come on Sunday with the kids from her club.”
“I see. Oh, I wish I could go too. I wish I could be there. I’d like to see you as a butler, Sasuke-kun.”
“No, I will be the same as usual.”
I was relieved to know that Kotono was lonely.
If she didn’t think anything of it, there would be no reason for me to be here in the first place.
Good, good, you can learn to appreciate me a little. (TL: he diggin his own grave”)
I smiled and sipped my bancha.
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And so it was on the fourth Saturday of June. The school festival, for which I was the first class executive committee member, opened its curtain.
Agawa and Honda’s prediction was right, and the butler café was a huge success, with people lining up to get in. It seemed to have won the hearts not only of high school girls but also of older women who liked the uniform, and some of my classmates even exchanged e-mail addresses with female university students.
On the night of the school festival, students returning home were allowed to stay in the dormitory. Since it was early in the morning, I was allowed to stay in Agawa’s room (his parents live in Kyushu), and the second day, Sunday, arrived.
It was a little before twelve o’clock when Yoshimi Mukaishima came to visit me with a group of girls from the soft tennis club.