A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 323: Chang Gwan Assistant (12) **

A large bathroom in a large mansion.

The two bathtubs filled with water were flowing with cold and hot water, respectively, and the shower installed on the wall allowed several people to wash at the same time.

The walls, decorated with polished stones, sparkled by reflecting the light coming from outside.

Among the mansions prepared to satisfy the vanity of guests, the size of the bathroom was unusually large.

In fact, there was very little proper space in this mansion.

Bedroom, bathroom. Except for these two spaces, the rest was either awkward or not properly eaten.

If you walk through the hallways of the mansion, you will see many doors, but when you actually enter the room, it is nothing more than a playroom similar to a themed motel rather than a room with any meaning.

Because it was not a mansion intended for people to live in the first place.

Meanwhile, the reason why only the bedroom and bathroom were decorated beautifully is simple.

This is because when couples spend time together, the most preferred spaces are the bedroom and bathroom.

... Actually, it's a lie.

I don't know anything like that. Even if that were really true in the first place, would mansions be built with that in mind in this world?

What I just said is just what I said, but the fact that only the bedrooms and bathrooms are of suspiciously high quality is true.

The floor and walls are decorated with warm-toned tiles, and the ceiling is softly illuminated by expensive magic tools that are not affected by moisture.

The bathroom wasn't really that far behind compared to the bathrooms of high-ranking nobles.

And under that lighting, one woman climbed on top of another woman.

It was me. Damn it.

Justitia, lying down on the green mat, had her eyes tightly closed.

I realized that this expression showed the meaning of rejection.

Okay. I bet this princess hates it too.

How many women like to rub against each other? At least I can be sure that there are more women who are not like that than women who are like that.

But when I looked towards the men, it seemed like there were enough men who liked rubbing against each other.

Still, I'm not the only one who dislikes it. If I continue to show that I dislike it, Justitia will also be hurt.

I closed my eyes and decided to endure it just this once.

"Excuse me."

"Yes..."

We exchange short stories just long enough for the guys not to hear.

The bodies overlap.

Fluffy yet soft texture.

To be honest, looking at the texture alone, I couldn't say I didn't like it. On the contrary, I felt an addiction that made me want to keep fretting over it.

But at the same time, the warm body temperature reminds me that the other person is a woman...

No, no.

If you think like this, both of you will just get hurt.

At least today, at least for this moment, I had to be calm towards women.

Even if it doesn't make the lily bloom in full bloom, at least it won't show that you don't like it.

I like women. I don't hate it.

I repeated this to myself as if I was hypnotizing myself and rolled over my body.

Her knees, thighs, and lower abdomen touch.

The white foam on my chest transferred to Justitia's body.

Finally, they completely overlapped, and Justitia's face was in front of my eyes.

She opened her tightly closed eyes and looked at me, as if she didn't want to see anything.

Excited, Excited.

Through their overlapping bodies, they can hear each other's heartbeats, and the breaths exhaled from their noses are intertwined.

I could tell by looking at my face through my wide pink eyes.

It wasn't just me or Justitia who was shaking with nervousness, it was both of us.

"That... "You didn't like it, did you?"

In the distance, where the sound became the wind and tickled her face, Justitia whispered softly.

As expected, I was caught.

It's not like I had a hole in my knowledge like Flora did, and it seems like my facial expressions were all read when I was dealing with real royals.

I smiled bitterly in response, feeling sorry.

"I guess so."

That I can't help it, that I have to do as I'm told today, or that I have to at least pretend to do it even though I don't like it.

There were a lot of words that came to mind, but the words that came out of my mouth were short.

"Yes? Then why... Wow."

Without waiting for Justitia's answer, he put his weight on her.

The breasts that were touching each other were crushed, and the white foam was pushed aside.

I just moved up and down and applied foam.

Like using your body like a foam towel.

"Huh... Yes... Haha... "

A thin sound leaked from Justitia's mouth.

It feels like a tickle, but feels soft and fluffy.

Justitia probably feels the same way. It was hard to describe, but she didn't hate it.

Applying the foam took quite a long time.

Moving the foam to the chest and body without using hands was extremely inefficient, and also because I was not used to it.

It was my first time washing someone else with my body.

I'm not a woman who works at a sex shop. When did you experience it?

So it took a while, but fortunately there were no complaints from the guys.

"It's not bad to be fresh."

"But I guess the teaching assistant didn't teach this either?"

"That's right. "It's not bad, but that's a different story."

Although there were no complaints... It seemed like something bad was going to happen to Bisil.

Of course, it was none of my business.

From the looks of it, it didn't look like they were going to invade right away, so I decided to continue washing Justitia.

The first step toward anything is difficult, but once I started rubbing it, I didn't feel as bad as I thought.

Everyone does the same thing of washing up with people of the same sex, right?

No, usually it's just a push on the back in the bathroom. Still, isn't it any different since it involves soaping and rinsing?

I rubbed her body thinking it was an extension of that.

Swish...

She played those sounds in her brain and covered her arms and legs with foam, starting with her body.

If it had really made a sound, it wouldn't have been something like soft, bumbling, or bibijeok.

Thinking that this was enough, I pulled away from her and saw the princess on the mat, her entire body turning white and trembling, avoiding my gaze.

Of course, the white thing was foam.

The thing that makes me tremble is... Maybe it was ticklish or something. Huh. It's something like that.

As I was trying to wash off the foam, I thought it was a mistake.

The water bucket was empty.

Originally, I should have added warm water again after spraying water the first time, but there was no way I would have known that as it was my first time.

Still, it wasn't a big mistake.

With my body covered in foam, I picked up the bucket and headed to the bathtub filled with hot water.

There were already old men there, making noises like old men and supporting themselves.

"Wouldn't it be okay to do it slowly?"

"Let's wait a little longer. Shouldn't we look at oil?"

They talked without paying attention to my presence.

No, it's not that he didn't care at all. He appreciated my body, but I should say he didn't consider my personality.

I think I once heard that high-ranking nobles don't treat commoners like people, and that's exactly what I felt.

For that matter, I think I treated both the princess Veil sisters and the duke Luca normally.

What. Because people who are not confident in their position tend to bark louder. I nodded to myself, scooped up water, and washed away Justitia's foam.

As a bonus, I also wash.

And this time, I held oil in my hand.

"Sit."

This time, I spoke loudly so that even the men could hear.

Since I am currently an assistant teacher, I don't forget to give orders informally.

Slap, slap.

Pour a small amount of slightly cooled oil into your hand.

He sat Justitia down with her hands on her back and placed her hands on her shoulders.

What comes to mind is a message I received a long time ago.

She smoothed Justitia's body, recalling the massage she now vaguely remembers.

Her back and arms and legs were roughly crossed, and her large breasts were squeezed.

Soft, soft.

If you were to embody the word happiness, wouldn't it feel like this?

I am not interested in women in a sexual sense, and I am even less interested in rubbing against them.

But honestly, I like touching my breasts.

Soft, warm, fluffy, soft.

There is a different happy feeling from touching something that is mine. Anyway, there is such a thing.

"Yes..."

She was a little distracted playing with it, but Justitia's moans brought her to her senses.

Oops. I shouldn't enjoy it alone.

Her hand moves down and between her legs.

A lukewarm liquid that felt different from the hot water in the bathroom came out on her fingers.

What. Now that I'm here, I don't hate it this much.

There are a lot of guys who try to put a mixture of love juice and semen into their mouths, saying it's a cleaning blowjob, but it's just touching.

"Ah..."

I parted the labia and lightly touched the clitoris, and a sweet sigh immediately came out.

Justitia's body was more sensitive than expected.

I scooped up the liquid that had accumulated between her legs and applied it to Justitia's body.

He caressed her breasts, pressed her uterus on her stomach, and stroked her pubic hair.

Most of the liquid was oil, but given the location where it was pumped, there was definitely some love juice mixed in.

Nevertheless, Justitia gave her body without showing any sign of dislike.

At a time when Justitia's entire body was shiny with oil, and my body, which had been massaging her body, was also covered in oil and reflecting light.

– Sigh!

With the sound of water splitting, the men finally got up from the bathtub.