Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy. Chapter 51: Sloppy Morning Exercise (18 )

There were so many ways that Devon could feel the baroness up, but prodding inside of her with the tip of his at rod had to be one of the best ways of doing so. He only woke up less than five minutes ago and he already had his penis inside of soone. This was amazing. He was beginning to like this new life of his more and more as the days passed, and it was less than a week since he arrived here.

This morning session was ti sensitive though, because Devon needed to go back to the guild backrooms and undergo the tomato run quest, otherwise he'd have points docked off his black card. So far the black card treated him so well that he was loath to give up any points on it, even if he had no idea what that really ant.

"Yes, massage with your at stick even harder~" the baroness moaned, still pretending that what they were doing wasn't sex since it wasn't fully penetrative to the end of his shaft.

Devon obliged happily, moving his hips rapidly as he worked towards climax faster than usual, to save so ti so he wouldn't be late for his next appointnt. He thrusted his dick in and out of the woman quickly and sowhat forcefully, trying to get as deep as he could even though she was squeezing her pussy so tightly that he could barely get his head into her.

The feeling of climax was coming faster than usual, and Devon pulled the baroness's lovely double D-cups into his chest as he pumped her, faster and faster.

"Coming" he said, as sen spilled out from his penis and into the baroness's tight cunt, pumping hot creamy white stuff right into her pussy.

The baroness panted softly as she absorbed Devon's sen assault and drank it up with her pussy, before lifting her head from his chest and looking him straight in the eyes, her sultry eyes locking into his as she pecked him on the nose, and then the cheek.

"That was so good morning exercise, but it's best if you get going now," the baroness said with a wide smile. She got up and began putting on her clothes, picking out so clothing from the closet that Devon ca out of for herself, as Devon got up as well and began dressing in his stupid looking chef's assistant disguise.

"Alright," Devono replied, putting on the last of his clothing before finally leaving the closet, following the baroness's lead.

"Co, I'll see you out," the baroness said, pulling Devon by the hand as she led him to the door of the guest bedroom. Right before opening the door and stepping into the rest of the manor, she looked back at him seriously and gave him so instructions. "Again, rember, don't speak to anyone. I'll do the talking. If anyone asks you any questions, just smile and nod and pretend that you're an exotic chef who doesn't speak the language. Understood?"

"Got it," Devon replied. He realized that that was actually a pretty good cover, since the other servants probably knew about the baroness's penchant for exotic company. It just made sense that she would hire an exotic chef to do the pastries for the ball this weekend. To the servants, it would seem like just another weird kind of hobby that the baroness liked to entertain, even if it made very little financial sense to hire so exotic chef for a one ti job. After all, nobility didn't have to worry about money so she could probably get away with sothing like that.

Just look at the amount of servants that they hired for a single family with no children living in the manor, Devon thought. Absolutely insane for anyone except real landed aristocracy to have dozens of maids and butlers and chefs and gardeners working for just two nobles and a slew of guests every night.

Following her down the hall again, they passed by the butler with the glasses from yesterday.

"Good morning, milady," the butler said politely, bowing before raising his head and glancing at Devon for a mont, narrowing his eyes.

"Hello," the baroness said. "Preparations for the ball are almost complete, I presu?"

"Almost, my lady," the butler replied ever so courteously.

"Well, hurry it up then. I want everything to be pristine for this weekend, since the earl will be paying a visit."

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