'!'
Her body flinched, and she muttered, "Please don't say such vulgar things, young master."
As she said that, he realized she was a virgin. He chuckled, which caused her to tremble. Then he tightened his hand around her, hugging her as he pulled his finger out of her pussy, causing her to moan.
"Umh..."
Before she could react, he placed both fingers inside her mouth, clearly shocking her.
Her lips parted, teeth stopping just at the edge, as she felt her own dried fluids rubbing against her lip. She was clearly shocked as he said, "Forget vulgarity. I am going to make you so dirty that you will—"
But before he could complete his words, the carriage jolted to a stop as the driver called out, "We've arrived at Redwood territory, my lord."
Viktor peered out the window, seeing the desolate landscape: crumbling stone walls choked with vines, endless fields of dead weeds where crops once grew, a skeletal forest of bare trees closing in like a graveyard, and the manor looming ahead—a gray ruin with shattered windows and sagging roofs.
Millbrook village huddled in the distance, just a cluster of forty rotting huts with scant smoke from hearths too poor for fuel.
The driver unloaded their bags and bolted without a word, not even looking back as he said, "Forgive me, young lord, but I have a family." This left Viktor and Helena alone in the chill wind as she held the big bag to cover her bare legs in her short, torn skirt.
Her hand tried awkwardly to pull her skirt down, but due to her thick ass and thighs, the gap between them allowed the cold breeze to brush against her pussy, causing her to tremble.
They passed through the barren pathway as the carriage had left them near the manor—more like a webbed, cold, barren graveyard of a manor.
Its gate groaned as it opened.
Due to the night, the town was hardly visible, making it difficult for them to notice any individuals there.
Helena stepped out, her face paling at the sight.
"Young master, this..." Even though she had not expected the carriage driver to leave—especially given he had been kind enough to help them come here—it made her look toward the manor and then turn toward her young master.
Given there were only these two here, with the town hardly alive, though there were people, most seemed indoors right now due to the cold.
"It's fine. We'll make it work. Let's start cleaning the manor right away." He gave a teasing smile that made her tremble, leaving her flushed with a clear clench of her thighs.
She averted her gaze as she saw him taking the lead with his chubby body—not rotund like a pig, but more like a young noble should be.
Though she knew her young master was different from the usual young noble because he always worked out and studied, yet due to a particular health condition, he was in this state.
He grabbed their bags and kicked open the creaking doors.
Inside, dust choked the air, rats scattered from the great hall's cold fireplace, and broken furniture littered the floors like battlefield debris.
'Fuck you, damn father.'
Looking at the state of the manor, he realized that his father had sent him here just because this was a place where even monsters could not live.
He dropped the bag and turned back toward Helena, who looked toward him, confused.
He approached her, causing her eyes to widen as both his hands grabbed her massive breasts, clearly making her flinch.
"Aa-ah... Y-young master—"
Her eyes widened before he pressed up and buried his face into her bosom, using them as a pillow. He sighed and said, "From now on, you are my stress reliever in this shithole... Haah..."
"Hmnn... as you say... Young Lord..." Helena's voice trembled as she closed her eyes, feeling his fingers kneading her breast over the cloth.
She tried to muffle her voice while looking toward him as she instinctively lifted her hand to place on his head with a clearly worried gesture, seeing how her young master had to do so much work—awakening her warm instinct.
That vanished as he pulled back, yanking away, and said, "Fine, let's arrange a place where I can fuck you first!"
Helena's eyes trembled and her mouth gaped as he turned, moved, and pulled the white cloth filled with dust off the sofa, causing him to cough.
"Cough... shit, was that karma..." His voice trembled before he brushed away the dust. Looking at the furniture that was just barely intact—smelling and looking like dust—he sighed before turning towards Helena, who blinked before chuckling.
"It seems young master needs my help." Helena couldn't help but find his face innocent as he clearly was overwhelmed by how big the place was that he needed to clean. This made her move and, through her suitcase, pull out a literal broom. She used a wooden stick and tied it to create a long broom to clean the place simultaneously, widening Viktor's eyes.
"Did I just see cooking utensils in there?" Viktor was clearly confused, given he did not expect the small thin sticks of the broom to be placed in a way to not take much space in the bag. Then, taking it out with a professionalism that could only be shown by a maid, she seemed to create a foldable broom. Even there were utensils arranged in an order in that suitcase that he did not expect.
"Hm, those?" Helena glanced towards him as he seemed to open the suitcase and look into it while she moved towards the sofa to use the broom. He nodded and said, "Young master, I thought this place might be barren and maybe not have needed resources, so I packed things which I thought—"
"Isn't it a talent too, Helena?" He just asked, more like a small smile forming as he looked towards the bag, which did not just have clothes, cooking utensils, a small bag filled with spices that could fit in it, salt and such. There was an apron, packed in a way that just made him realize something that he seemed to have ignored.
"Um? I am not that good, but yes, you can call it a talent too—!" Helena blinked while not noticing that her habit of cooking, doing laundry, and packing things was some kind of skill.
Simply because it should be a basic necessity that every person should learn. So she just muttered with her head peeking up from the sofa side as she leaned to clean the dust off the corner. Through the gap, she saw him moving towards her. Her eyes widened as he arrived behind her and swung his hand, landing a slap on her butt.
Smack!
"Kyaaa~!"
Her ass rippled, the flesh bouncing as his palm connected with that thick curve. The torn skirt rode higher, exposing the panty line digging into her cheeks.
"Then consider this a reward for being useful," Viktor said, gripping her hip as she tried to straighten up. His other hand slid between her thighs from behind, fingers tracing the damp fabric clinging to her slit.
"Y-young master, I need to clean—ahhn!" Her protest died as he pressed two fingers against her entrance through the soaked cotton, rubbing in circles that made her knees buckle.
"Clean while I touch you... You can see how depressed I am, can't you?" His breath hit her neck as he pushed the fabric aside, fingertips meeting slick heat and coarse hair. He parted her folds, feeling how swollen she'd gotten, before sliding one finger inside.
"Nngh—!"