I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 21 Part 6

Eve had been refilling her cup occasionally, but the teapot was still half full. William walked towards her, his gaze sharp and intense, and tilted the teapot over Edward’s head, who was still lying prone at her feet, acting as a ?tray stand?.

The warm, amber-colored tea trickled down Edward’s soft, honey-blond hair, like liquid gold, making a gentle gurgling sound. William tipped the teapot completely upside down, and the small lid fell onto Edward’s head with a soft thud.

The lukewarm tea soaked his hair, dripping down his temples, cheeks and jawline, and the ceramic lid struck the back of his head, but he remained motionless, holding the pose perfectly. Eve, observing him without interfering, chuckled and said:

“I keep telling you, your personality has changed so much.”

“Really?”

William, dismissing it as a simple matter of no longer needing to hide his true nature, smiled softly, his previous coldness gone. He then placed the empty teapot back on the table.

Eve got up and picked up a light turquoise scarf from among Edward’s discarded clothes scattered on the floor. She felt the soft texture of silk against her palm. 

Returning to her seat, she rolled up the long scarf and tied it tightly around Edward’s eyes, securing it with a double knot.

“This way.”

She smirked and plopped down onto the edge of the bed. Edward, careful not to spill the tray and teacup balanced on his back, slowly crawled towards the sound of her voice, using his arms and knees.

William, observing Edward crawling on all fours, his back somehow maintaining its balance, walked over to him and, without a word, nudged the teacup filled with tea. The teacup tipped over, crashing onto the silver tray with a clatter, and the clear, reddish-amber liquid spilled out, pooling within the tray.

The tray was deeper than expected, so the tea remained contained, sloshing gently. The red-painted teacup bobbed in the liquid, rocking back and forth with Edward’s movements.

“My, you’re not even useful as furniture.”

Eve scoffed at Edward, who had managed to crawl to her feet, blindly feeling his way forward, and kicked the tray, sending it tumbling to the floor. The thick carpet absorbed most of the impact and the noise, muffling the crashing sound of the tray and the teacup.

Eve grabbed a handful of Edward’s honey-blond hair, the faint scent of bergamot tea clinging to it, her expression as cold and detached as if she were handling an inanimate object.

“You made more work for my maids, so you need to be punished. What kind of punishment do you want?”

Despite being held by his hair, his head tilted back uncomfortably, Edward’s face, visible beneath the blindfold, was filled with a hint of ecstasy.

“Anything my Master desires.”

His voice, sweet and eager, prompted Eve to shove his head away, as if he were something dirty.

“Then keep licking my feet.”

As if waiting for those words, Edward reached down and grabbed her foot, removing her shoe. Eve ignored him, leaning back against the armrest, her arms crossed, and turned her attention to William.

“I don’t know what you have planned but show me.”

“Finally, you’re paying attention to me.”

“Don’t get c*cky.”

William began undressing, unbuttoning his clothes with a casual air, as if he had no shame. His dark navy overcoat, black jacket, blue waistcoat, and pale blue shirt fell to the floor, one by one.

“Hahaha! Are you wearing a matching set?”

“Guess.”

“Come here.”

He was wearing black lace, a stark contrast to his bare torso. The intricate design of the garment, resembling a modern bralette rather than a typical undergarment of this era, sent Eve into a fit of laughter.

Ignoring Edward, who had by now removed her other shoe and stockings, his tongue tracing the contours of her exposed foot, she swiftly unbuttoned William’s pants, pulling them down.

“I never imagined that our esteemed Grand Duke would be wearing such indecent and vulgar undergarments.”

“Who else would see them but you?”

“You never know. If someone were to catch you like this, it would be a disgrace to the royal family.”

“There’s already a royal who enjoys greedily licking a knight’s bare feet while n*ked. This is nothing.”

Eve chuckled at William’s nonchalant response and ran her fingers across the delicate lace covering his cr*tch.

“Isn’t it itchy? I heard lace lingerie can be quite irritating.”

“A little.”

“Did our little weakling put you up to this? Did he tell you I like men wearing women’s lingerie?”

“You caught me.”

“That’s because he hates wearing women’s clothes. I put him through that. Well, this isn’t bad either.” 

“It suits you,” Eve whispered, a playful smile on her lips.

“Tell me, what brings you here, dressed like this?”

“I thought you might be more affectionate if I dressed up and acted cute.”

“Were you that desperate for attention?”

William was now sitting on her lap, his body pressed against hers. Eve reached up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with her fingers, caressing his cheek. His eyes, staring down at her, were filled with a deep yearning.

His long, midnight blue hair, like a piece of the night sky, wrapped around her fingers. Eve gently tucked the strands behind his ear, teasing him like a pet. 

She could feel Edward removing her other sock and shoe, his tongue now exploring her bare feet. William, sensing her distraction, pushed her back onto the bed.

“You might regret getting distracted.”

“Regret?”

William’s lips curved into a gentle smile, but his eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity. Instead of replying, he leaned down, unbuttoning her shirt and trailing kisses down her neck.

His lips, soft and plush, peppered her skin with soft, w*t kisses. The scent of sandalwood emanating from his hair filled her senses. His hands roamed across her upper body, his touch eager, and he quickly undid the buttons of her shirt, pulling it open, revealing the simple, plain bra beneath. 

He cupped her br*asts, his touch gentle, and buried his face in her cleavage. Eve felt a strange sense of humiliation, as if she were being marked by a dog, but she allowed him to do as he pleased, her expression indifferent.

William sucked on her n*pples, his lips pulling at her sensitive skin, then began to knead them with his long fingers, teasing and circling the hardened peaks. He was clearly putting a lot of effort into pleasuring her br*asts, but Eve’s expression remained unchanged.

“I told you before. I’m not sensitive there. Don’t you think it’s time to give up?”

“You really don’t feel anything? How is that even possible?”

“It’s my constitution.”

William clicked his tongue, his face contorted in frustration, and bared his teeth. Just as his sharp canines were about to sink into her soft flesh, Eve’s expression vanished.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, yanking him away from her.

Using her core strength, she sat up, her face cold and impa$sive, and slapped him hard across the face.

Slap! Slap!

After delivering a few more slaps, her grip tightening on his silky hair, she said in a flat, emotionless voice, her eyes cold and unyielding, “I told you not to get cocky.”

“Hng, eut…”

“There’s a limit to my patience. Behave yourself.”

“Ugh, ahh… I’m sorry… I was wrong…”

Satisfied with his submissive demeanor, Eve released his hair, her face a picture of boredom. William rubbed his cheek, which was now bright red, but inwardly, he knew she was going easy on him. If she had been truly angry, it wouldn’t have been just a few slaps and a red cheek.

Suppressing the mischievous grin threatening to surface, he nuzzled his head against her shoulder, seeking her affection.

?

A chaotic orgy ensued. Or rather, it was simply a session of using various toys and tools to thoroughly explore and abuse every available orifice.

As punishment, William was forbidden from ej*culating and was forced to watch as Edward, straddling Eve, a magic tool d*ldo strapped to her, pounded into her, his moans echoing through the room.

However, Edward, whose prostate, still underdeveloped, wasn’t easily stimulated, only managed to reach his cl*max after being choked by Eve, his seed spilling onto her stomach. Gasping for air, he dutifully cleaned up the mess, lapping up his c*m like a well-trained dog.

William, unable to bear it any longer, approached Eve, his eyes pleading for affection. She relented, granting him permission to cum, but only after grinding her foot into his crotch, forcing him to his knees.

His pungent, white cum splattered onto her sole, and Edward, still bound by his role as a tool, was tasked with cleaning it up with his tongue. 

Despite having their dignity trampled beneath Eve’s feet, both men gazed up at her with adoration, like devout followers worshiping a goddess.

The two men, having received their allotted dose of affection from Eve, left satisfied, after a hearty meal, of course.

Eve, after seeing them off in separate carriages, stretched her neck, rolling her head from side to side, and looked up at the sky. It seemed like Edward had left around midday, but the sun was already setting.

‘SM might be about dominance and control, but ultimately, it’s just a form of physical and emotional service the dominant provides to the submissive. I wonder if those guys realize how much effort goes into planning these play sessions. Well, at least they seem satisfied. They should be quiet for a while now, those bastards.’

After returning inside and changing into comfortable clothes, Eve settled into the armchair in her living room, letting out a sigh of relief. It was then that—

“Master, a calling card arrived.”

“A calling card?”

“Yes. The messenger was from Vermell Manor.”

Eve, who had been leisurely relaxing, sat up, straightening her posture. “Hm?” She accepted the small card from Anna.

Calling cards were a sophisticated part of upper-class culture, a way to schedule visits when the host was unavailable. ‘I’ll never get used to these aristocratic customs,’ she thought, scanning the front and back of the card.

She recognized Alberic’s name, written in elegant cursive on the high-quality paper, and immediately asked Anna to prepare some stationery.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted. I’m going to be a decrepit old woman by the time I’m forty at this rate…”

Despite complaining, Eve, ever the considerate Master to her devoted slave, started mentally planning a suitable date to meet Alberic.

She then realized she had completely forgotten about the disturbing dream she had earlier that morning.

Although the deep wounds had healed, leaving behind scars, they no longer caused her pain. The memories were unpleasant, but she could easily banish them from her mind if she wanted to. Time flowed like a river, and she knew that her wounds would soon fade away, carried away by the current, until they no longer resurfaced, even in her dreams.

Despite the physical demands, she lacked nothing. Eve was genuinely content with her life.

“Well, I guess this is happiness, in its own way.”

She smiled faintly, thinking of the cliché fairytale ending, ?And they all lived happily ever after.?

?I Have No Intention of Training the Male Leads? End.