Chapter 91: The Fault Of These Lips

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Fault Of These Lips

Rosalie Hayes was the head gardener of the Emberfell dorms’ gardens. Normally, she woke up early and began her day by watering the plants throughout the vast gardens. The rest of her time was spent pulling weeds, planting new trees or seeds, and occasionally chasing away students who came to pluck the more beautiful flowers.

Her parents had been gardeners at the Imperial Academy as well. In fact, her mother had met her father when she was assigned under him, and love had bloomed between them almost immediately. Inspired by that story, Rosalie had spent her entire life within the academy walls—growing up there and later taking work as a gardener herself. She had started as an assistant and eventually risen to head gardener of the Emberfell dorms, yet she still had not found the kind of love story that had inspired her.

Today she had invited a student for tea. Normally students only visited the gardens when the weather was fine or during bloom season, and even then, they were often careless and left messes behind. The student she had invited today was different. He had come to practice his sword. The first time she had been extremely displeased—he had nearly set fire to the trees she tended so carefully—but he had been polite, had apologized, and the next time he appeared he had even helped her find a missing tool. He was also extremely charming, with good looks. A girl could always dream of a love story, no matter how old she grew.

Rosalie was in her mid-thirties, but she was still young. At the fourth level of mana control her life expectancy stretched to roughly three hundred years. She had lived only a tenth of that span so far, and she still held hope that love could bloom at any moment.

She led Xavier toward the shed where she lived. His eyes stayed fixed on the heavy sway of her ass beneath the overalls. Though not as large as Milfias’s, Rosalie still possessed an incredible behind—a slim waist flaring into wide, full hips.

Xavier followed her inside. The "shed" was a shed in name only. It was a proper one-story stone cottage with a spacious living room, an open kitchen, sofas near the fireplace, and a separate bedroom. The thick stone walls acted as a natural sound barrier. An actual tool shed connected directly to the house, holding her gardening implements, feed, fertilizers, and other materials.

"Miss Rosalie, how long have you been working as a gardener?" Xavier asked as he entered.

"I grew up in gardens, but I officially started as soon as I graduated. So... about twelve years now," she answered. "Please, have a seat." She gestured toward one of the sofas and went to the kitchen to prepare tea.

Xavier sat where he had a clear view of the kitchen and enjoyed the sight of Rosalie moving about. Her heavy breasts shifted under their own weight with every twist and turn, she wore nothing beneath the overalls, the side view of those overflowing mounds was immaculate.

She finished preparing the tea quickly, carried the cups into the living room, and bent forward to set one on the low table in front of him. The motion revealed the deep cleavage of her hanging tits, cherry-pink nipples brushed against the loose fabric of the overalls. The sight sent blood rushing straight to Xavier’s groin.

She sat opposite him, lifted the steaming cup toward her face, and parted her incredibly plump lips. She leaned in and blew softly across the surface. Her cheeks puffed gently with each breath; her full lips pursed in a way that made the simple act of cooling the tea seem unexpectedly intimate. She blew again, lingering close to the cup, those lush lips hovering just above the rising steam.

Ahh...foo...

Rosalie was a plump woman, but her lips were on another level entirely. None of his other women possessed such full, plump lips. He imagined kissing them. He imagined those plump lips sealing tightly around the base of his cock while she sucked him hard. His eyes remained locked on her mouth as she cooled her tea. He reached absently for his own cup and accidentally spilled the hot liquid across his trousers.

"Oh my God—careful!" Rosalie set her cup down at once, grabbed a cloth, and dropped to her knees between his legs. "It’s going to leave a burn." She began wiping the fabric over his thighs, working upward toward his crotch. Her hand brushed the hard bulge beneath the cloth.

"You should take these trousers off. You’re hurt—it’s already swollen so much," she said, unfastening them and pulling them down in one motion.

Ahn—!

Xavier’s huge cock sprang free and slapped across Rosalie’s soft cheek. She froze in confusion. What was this long, thick, veiny thing? At first, she thought it might be a fat snake, but snakes did not have bulging veins.

Ahh...

She felt as though it might attack her. Her hands wrapped around the shaft of their own accord—barely able to encircle its girth—and tugged, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the swollen pink head right in front of her eyes.

Nnh... ahh...

She gasped. "What is this thing?"

"That is my dick," Xavier answered.

"A dick? But that’s what people use to have sex. It’s not supposed to be this massive."

"Size varies, mine is just this big."

Rosalie had seen a few cocks during her years at the academy. She and her friends used to sneak into the rooms of seniors known to be in relationships and watch them from the closet. She was a perverted woman, she had simply never gotten the chance to do more than just watch.

"But why is it so hard? It’s only supposed to get hard when a man finds his partner," she asked. Her hands continued stroking him slowly, without her noticing.

"It’s the fault of these tits," Xavier said, sliding the straps of her overalls off her shoulders. The garment fell to her thick thighs, freeing her full, round breasts.

Ohh...

"And the fault of these lips."

His thumb brushed along her plump lips, dragging the soft flesh sideways before it bounced back into place—full, soft, and slightly parted. He tilted her chin up and leaned down to seal those lewd lips in a deep kiss.

Mwah...