The corridor stretched ahead like a dark vein running through the heart of the Ashford Estate — dim, narrow, lined with ancient oak panels that swallowed both sound and light like greedy old secrets.
Lina, the tiny maid who had whispered her na like it was the most dangerous confession of the night, moved with the quiet, practiced grace of soone who had spent her entire life morizing which floorboards creaked and which shadows were safe to borrow.
Phei followed two steps behind, every footfall deliberate, almost as if the faint frost from the vanished portal was still clinging to the hem of his jacket like guilty evidence that refused to lt.
"Let’s use the back way, Sir Phei," she breathed, voice barely louder than the rustle of her crisp black-and-white uniform. "Garden entrance. Less eyes."
They slipped through a side door and the cool night air slamd into them — damp, heavy, thick with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine and wet stone.
Moonlight poured through the ancient oaks, painting silver veins across manicured hedges and winding gravel paths it’s shine threatening to reveal them bot while the entire Ashford Estate sprawled before them like a sleeping dragon: distant towers looming, windows glowing faintly like half-closed, suspicious eyes mocking their endeavors.
Lina glanced back at him; her cheeks still deliciously flushed from the earlier shock of suddenly smuggling a man like Phei through her workplace.
"Stay close, sir. Please."
She reached back and took his hand with her small, warm fingers trembling against his much larger, soft and gentle palm and pulled him deeper into the shadows of a towering hedge wall. Her grip lingered a heartbeat longer than strictly necessary, her thumb brushing the sensitive skin of his inner wrist before she reluctantly let go trying to keep so grace.
The first close call hit within thirty seconds.
An old gay butler Phei was very familiar with to his sexuality, shuffled along the path ahead, lantern swinging lazily in his arthritic fingers while he muttered complaints about "those damn peacocks again."
The swinging light swept across the gravel like a lazy searchlight of a frustrated man. Phei didn’t know if the frustration was from work or sexual frustration.
He must be picky. Phei thought with a laugh.
Lina’s eyes went wide as dinner plates. Without a single word she spun around, slamd both palms against Phei’s chest, and shoved him backward into the thick hedge.
Branches scratched at his back as she pressed herself flush against him, but he barely felt hm — her tiny, soft fra heroically trying to hide his entire six-foot-plus bulk.
Her full breasts flattened warmly against his ribs with their braless warmth finding his skin.
Fuck... she’s gifted. He thought as her nipples spread him. They were rock hard like she’d been already turned on and from Hunger Touch, he knew how long she’s lacked sex... she’d never had any.
Probably because she was born and grew up here and the estate prohibited sexual relationship among staff.
Yet another virgin set his way.
Her heart hamred so hard he could feel every frantic beat through the thin fabric of her uniform, matching the sudden quickening of his own pulse.
She buried her face in his chest, arms wrapping around his waist in a death-grip "hug" that was supposedly for camouflage — but her fingers curled desperately into the fabric of his shirt like she was anchoring herself to safety... or to sothing much sweeter.
"Shhh," she whispered against his shirt, voice muffled and shaky. "He’ll pass. Just... stay still. I’m hiding you."
Phei’s lips twitched with barely contained laughter. He could feel every inch of her — those soft, pillowy curves, the well developed boobs and the hard nipples threatening to make holes in his body, trembling thighs, the way her hips instinctively nestled closer as if her little body could actually conceal a dragon.
Mostly... the sll of her untouched virgin arousal.
The sheer ridiculousness of it made a low, warm rumble of laughter vibrate through his chest against her ear.
This skillful virgin girl. He kept the laugh in his head.
The butler’s lantern light swept inches from their hiding spot like he was so old vampire.
Lina’s grip tightened like a vice that didn’t want to let the prey go. She rose on tiptoe, pressing even harder, her nose brushing his collarbone.
Her breath ca in short, hot little puffs against his skin. "Don’t move," she hissed, half command, half desperate, adorable plea."I’ve got you."
The old man paused... sniffed the air like a suspicious bloodhound... then shuffled on, still grumbling about cats or whatever.
The mont his footsteps faded, Lina didn’t pull away imdiately. She stayed glued to him for another heartbeat... then two... face still buried in his chest, breathing hard, as if testing whether the danger had truly passed... or maybe just savoring the excuse to stay pressed against him like this.
Her fingers flexed once against his back before she finally, reluctantly eased back.
"...Sorry," she mumbled, cheeks blazing scarlet, eyes darting everywhere except his face. "That was necessary. For stealth."
Phei raised an eyebrow, voice a low, teasing murmur. "Stealth. Right." She blushed but she moved past that.
They kept moving — deeper into the moonlit gardens, skirting ornantal ponds where bright koi flashed like living jewels beneath the surface.
Risk number two arrived quickly: two young maids of her age giggling on a stone bench, sharing a cigarette and gossiping shalessly about "the new boy in the kitchens." They knew they weren’t allows to beco engaged in with.
Lina rolled her eyes while she yanked Phei sideways into a dark alcove between two marble statues. She spun him around, pressed her own back to the wall, and pulled him tight against her — arms wrapping around his neck this ti, face tucked snugly under his chin.
"Hide," she whispered urgently, voice already breathless. "I’m small. You’re... not. So just... stay like this."
Ritual.It is becoming a ritual now and my traitorous cock can’t fight again it. And I am partly to bla.
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