Chapter 96: Lunch

"Haaaaah—!"

As soon as Keith Relf left, I let out a long breath. The Director of the Accounting Bureau also slumped back into his chair. It seemed like the mere mention of the proper noun "Lady Richelieu" put everyone on edge. I remained standing, still staring at the doorway.

Christine was also staring blankly at the exit Keith Relf had just used. Her hand remained pressed right into the cleft of my ass. She was definitely aware of what she was touching. I twisted my hips in a quick circle, guiding her hand so it brushed against my cock. Of course it wasn’t hard—just in its normal state—so it was simply there.

"Ah!"

Christine let out a small gasp as she realized what she was touching. Her hand didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed it there and began stroking it gently, as if confirming its location. She looked up at me with those upturned eyes and smiled sweetly. Yet her hand stayed exactly where it was. Then she started rubbing it more firmly, up and down. On top of that, her other hand slipped between my legs, stroking back and forth. The stimulation gradually grew stronger, teasing my balls.

We were surrounded by desks and documents, so no one could see, but I was stunned by Christine’s boldness in starting something like this here. Well, I had been the one who prompted it. As a result, my cock responded obediently. It didn’t understand the concept of restraint.

The stimulation woke it up, making it swell. The smile on Christine’s face as she looked up at me took on a lewd tint. Her fingers found my belt, loosened it without a sound, and slid my pants down a little. She quickly untied the string of my underwear and gently pulled those down too. Naturally, the head of my cock emerged. I thought the tip looked a little wet.

I wondered if she really intended to go further in a place like this. But Christine kept looking at my face, stuck out her tongue, and gave the glans a slow, wet lick.

"..."

A soundless voice escaped me. Pleasure made my stomach tighten. The fact that everyone around us was working while my cock was being licked had an enormous effect. Perhaps pleased by my reaction, she began licking more noisily—pecho pecho. It felt so good my hips pulled back. I felt like my legs were going to give out!

"Lord Robbie? You may have received a shock, but please sit down and return to work!"

The Director of the Accounting Bureau called out to me since I was still standing. Well, I was the only one standing in the room, so it must have looked suspicious. Even if my seat was against the wall, it was odd.

Christine had clearly heard the director’s voice too. I thought it would end there, but she gave the head a quick tug, popped it into her mouth for one lick with her tongue, and finally released me.

"That was delicious. Ufufu."

She said it with an incredibly mischievous smile. But what the hell was I supposed to do with this thing that was now standing at full attention? Christine had already put on an innocent face and returned to work. With no other choice, I tucked my son back into my underwear and straightened my pants.

After that, I tried to focus on work, but I kept stealing glances at Christine’s face. She was completely absorbed in her tasks and didn’t notice my gaze.

Eventually, the bell for the lunch break rang. The older women in the office all stood up at once and left the room. I wondered what I should do. Keith Relf had said he would come to pick me up after lunch. If I went back to the inner palace to eat and then returned, I might keep him waiting. It would probably be better to skip lunch and wait here.

As the women continued filing out, Christine took a bag out of her drawer and started to stand. Seeing me still motionless, she asked,

"Lord Robbie, what will you do for lunch? Aren’t you going to eat?"

"I think I’ll wait here. If I go back to the inner palace for lunch, I might make Lord Keith Relf wait."

Christine seemed to understand that I was planning to skip lunch to wait for Keith Relf.

"In that case, I’ll eat here too. I’ll share my lunch with you, Lord Robbie."

She didn’t have to be so considerate—I wouldn’t die from skipping one meal—but I couldn’t turn down her kindness. I had no choice but to accept.

Christine took a box out of her bag and opened the lid. Inside were sandwiches.

"Where do you usually eat, Christine?"

I asked out of curiosity. Where did all the older women go?

"Me? If it’s sunny, the courtyard. If it’s raining, here. Most everyone does the same."

It was sunny today, so they had all gone outside. Thanks to that, only Christine and I remained in the room. The lights had been turned down, making it quite dark. Being against the wall made it even darker. During work hours there were lights on, so I hadn’t noticed, but the room really was this dim during lunch break.

The sandwiches Christine had made were originally just for her, so the two of us finished them in no time. Now all that was left was to wait for Keith Relf.

"I wonder when he’ll arrive?"

"Who knows?"

We didn’t have much to talk about. As I sat there quietly staring at the doorway, Christine’s hand slid onto my thigh. When I pretended not to notice, it moved further and pressed against my cock through my pants.

I looked at her. She was smiling.

"May I continue what we started earlier?"

"We might get interrupted again, you know?"

I didn’t want to be left in agony like a half-killed snake.

"It’ll be fine. Fufufu."

I had no idea what was "fine," but Christine ignored my reply, knelt on the floor, and used both hands to undo my belt and loosen my underwear string.

"Lord Robbie, I’m sorry, but could you please stand?"

I did as I was told and stood up. My pants and underwear were pulled down to my knees. In just a little while, the entire office would be filled with women working again. And here I was, standing with my pants down and my cock exposed.

Yet when I looked down, Christine had already taken my cock in her hand and started licking the tip. She stroked it up and down while sucking on the head and caressing it with her tongue. Her other hand had slipped inside her own skirt.

Being sucked off by Christine in a place like this was far more arousing than usual. Her hand pumped my cock with ferocious speed. She was gripping so tightly I was afraid she might rip it off. Her thumb pressed against the sensitive underside, pushing the contents of my balls forward.

Wet, obscene sounds—juboh, juboh, juboh—echoed from her mouth. I held her head and closed my eyes. No—I had to keep watching the doorway. If someone came, I’d have to pull away immediately. Pleasure threatened to draw a moan from me. My cock swelled even larger.

Christine pulled her mouth away for a moment.

"I’ll swallow it all, so don’t hold back—please cum!"

Then she took me back into her mouth, swallowing me deep. It felt like she was going to rip my cock off and take it inside her. Her throat moved up and down, squeezing the head. I briefly wondered if drinking this after eating sandwiches would upset her stomach.

The peak was approaching. I could feel it rising from my balls. Just a little more, just a little more—when suddenly, from the hallway:

Clack... clack... clack...

Footsteps echoed. That had to be Keith Relf. I had to finish quickly! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

"Ugh!"

I pressed Christine’s head down and poured everything into her mouth. I gave her everything I had, of course. I squeezed it out from deep inside, flooding her throat.

"Guhhhhhhhhh—!?"