Viktor's eyes widened as he processed her words, staring at the tape still stretched along his throbbing shaft.
"Are you kidding me?"
Helena shook her head vigorously, her face burning a deep crimson that spread down her neck to her cleavage. She kept her gaze fixed on the measurement, fingers trembling around the cloth strip.
"Pfft..." He placed a hand over his face, a low chuckle escaping before it built into full laughter—deep, relieved bursts that echoed off the manor's crumbling walls.
"Aaha—Hahahaha—!"
His shoulders shook, belly jiggling slightly with each guffaw.
Helena trembled at the sound, her knees still weak from kneeling. "Y-young master... what happened?"
"No, nothing," he said, wiping at his eyes as the laughter faded to a grin. "I guess I'm not that pitiful, am I?"
She blinked up at him, confusion knitting her brows. She didn't fully get it—his self-doubt, the measurements he'd fixated on—but the shift in his mood eased something tight in her chest.
Viktor stretched out a hand, cupping her cheek gently. His thumb brushed her skin, warm and calloused from years of neglected noble habits. She blinked, her eyes meeting his—soft now, almost vulnerable in the lamplight.
"I need your help," he breathed, holding her gaze.
"Yes, young master," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her limbs. "Please tell me. I will do anything."
Even as she said it, her body quivered, memories of his cock stretching her mouth still fresh, but his genuine expression—raw and open—made her heart ache to ease whatever burdened him.
"You see," Viktor started, exhaling slowly, "I had never done sex before."
Helena trembled harder, her lips parting on a shaky breath. Her eyes darted away, cheeks flaming as embarrassment flooded her. The admission hung heavy, making the air between them feel thicker, more strange.
"I can decrease my weight," he continued, his voice dropping lower. She looked back at him, realizing this wasn't some game—he meant every word, his chubby frame suddenly seeming smaller under her gaze.
"But for something else, I need your feedback," he added. "Every detail about how your body reacts to everything."
"I... I don't understand, young master," she stammered, brow furrowing as she searched his face. "What do you mean?"
He went silent, eyes locking on hers for a beat. Then he leaned forward slightly, his hand darting out to pinch her nipple through the thin fabric of her uniform—right at the hard peak straining against it.
"A-ah!" Helena winced, eyes widening as a sharp sting shot through her breast. The twist of his fingers pulled the sensitive bud taut, sending a jolt straight to her core. "It hurts... young master, stop!"
He twisted harder, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, the cloth bunching and rasping against her skin.
"Not that—please... unhn..." Her voice pitched into a strange whine, her thighs clenching as pain melted into something hotter, wetter between her legs.
Her pussy throbbed under the soaked panty, lips swelling against the cotton—it was due to him fingering her that the area which should have never awakened finally after so many years seemed to flare to life.
"Tell me the difference between both," Viktor said, his tone even, like a teacher probing a lesson.
Helena blinked through the haze, gasping as he finally retracted his hand. The nipple pulsed, red and tender under the dress, a faint throb echoing in her clit.
"From now on," he continued, settling back but not done, "I want to learn everything about a woman's body. You won't hide anything from me. Tell me how you feel about everything..."
His leg shifted then, foot sliding between her thighs.
His big toe pressed right against her panty-covered pussy—thick folds parting slightly under the pressure as he rubbed slow circles.
The fabric dragged over her slick slit, coarse hairs catching on the edge, making her tremble violently.
Her eyes shot down to watch—his toe dipping into the damp crease, nudging her clit through the barrier.
"Ahh—!" The pressure sent sparks up her spine, making her hips twitch involuntarily.
"I order you, Helena," he said, voice roughening, "if you ever cared for me then kill your embarrassment and act like my woman from now on."
'Woman?' Helena's face burned as she looked up at him, trembling all over.
His expression was serious—not lustful, but determined. Like he was studying for an exam, and she was the textbook.
"Y-young master... I..." Her voice failed as his toes pressed harder, dragging across her clit through the soaked fabric.
"Be my first instrument, Helena. Let me play you, so I can play others much better..." Viktor said, his thumb moving as he touched her lips, brushing it, feeling it part and mold in his hand as she seemed to tremble, eyes becoming teary, gasping as he slowly parted it as if the barrier were slowly dissolving between them.
Yet to push her for the last time, he said harshly, "But if you cannot help me... then leave—"
"Nnh... the pinch... it was sharp... like a needle..." Her hands moved, clasping his hand while feeling his thumb on her lip, not wanting to let him complete his cruel words. She moaned, "Ahh... but the twist... mmh... it felt deeper... like something pulling inside..."
"Good." His eyes gleamed. "Keep going. What does this feel like?" His foot rubbed in slow circles now, applying steady pressure.
"It's... it's warm... spreading... unhn... like... like heat pooling down there... my stomach feels tight... ahhn..." Her thighs clamped around his foot, but he didn't stop.
"And your nipple? Does it still hurt?"
"Y-yes... but it's... it's tingling now... throbbing..." She bit her lip, mortified at having to describe it.
Viktor nodded, absorbing every word like gospel. His hand came back to her breast, this time cupping it fully, thumb brushing over the sore nipple with careful pressure.
"Like this?"
"Mmh—! S-softer... it feels... good now... the pain is fading but... ahh... it's sensitive..." Her voice trembled as his thumb circled the peaked nub through her uniform.
"And here?" His foot pressed firmer against her pussy, toes curling to catch her clit.
"Too much—! Ahhn... it's too direct... I feel like... like something's building... nnh..." Her hips rocked against his foot involuntarily, chasing the friction even as shame burned through her.
"Perfect." Viktor's lips curled into a small, focused smile. "That's exactly what I needed to know."
"Now stand and remove your clothes," Viktor said, his voice steady but laced with that same determined edge, like he was commanding a servant to fetch tea—except this felt worlds heavier.
Helena trembled, her thick thighs quivering as she pushed herself up from the sofa.
The dust from the floor clung to her knees, but she barely noticed. Her hands fumbled at the hem of her black maid uniform, the fabric already torn and clinging to her sweat-damp skin.
Embarrassment burned through her like fever—her face, her chest, even her ears felt hot as she gripped the sides and slowly peeled the dress upward.
The material whispered against her skin, catching on her wide hips before sliding free.
It pooled at her feet in a crumpled heap, leaving her in just her undergarments.
The bra strained against her massive breasts, the black lace cups overflowing with pale flesh that spilled over the tops and sides—soft, heavy curves jiggling slightly with her shaky breaths.
Her panties were a darker shade now, soaked through from earlier, the cotton molding to her thick, hairy mound and the cleft between her ass cheeks. Coarse brown curls peeked from the edges, damp and matted.
"You look gorgeous... Helena."