Julka has a wet dream in the servants quarters ⚤

This is a bonus content, initially there were supposed to be two pairings: Julianna + Karolina, or Julka + Eliza. Depending on the choice here. But since the game mode was abolished and the story was reworked, this is now a bonus chapter that loops back into main story line, and both Karolina and Eliza will show up as room-mates

For now - she needed to decide where to sleep - and settled on the servant's quarters. I mean it was probably not the servant's room for at least a century, but I bet that's what it's original purpose was. It was separated from the rest of the apartment by the kitchen, and roughly 3 by 2 meters. Just enough to put a small bed into it, and one small wardrobe. Enough for the lowly servant girl. For her - it was the only cosy place in the house. Plus close to the kitchen, and the toilet right next to it. Plus it even had a window overlooking the courtyard. It was probably the worst view in the past, but over the years changing architecture and revitalization made it the best.

She made her bed, hanged her clothes in the wardrobe, and closed her eyes.

Julka was cooking dinner. Dressed properly in the maids uniform. Long brown skirt reaching slightly bellow your ankles covered by the white apron. Your chest in the buttoned long sleeved shirt - black, but definitely washed few to many times. It had the stiff collar, and she could feel the bonnet on her head, wrapping her hair tied into a bun.

Underneath the uniform she could feel her movements restricted by the corset. It was not bad though - it was surprisingly well fitted and just made her back straight - and her modest breasts accentuate a bit more against the rest of her figure.

The fat was simmering and she knew she had to take the meat out of the heat and onto the plates. Oh how she craved meat, she haven't eaten one in days. But the master would spank her until she bled if she took one without a permission ... and got caught.

She'll need to earn it.

She took the plates and besides meat she placed the mashed potatoes and some other vegetables, then took two of the plates with her to the dining room. Where at the table the Stone family sat.

First plate as always went in front of the master Eryk - almost forty year old, despite the suit you could see that he's not really a born intellectual, muscles and tendons like steel screamed falsehood to that claim.

Second in front of the young master Jan sitting opposite of him - barely eighteen. He - he certainly looked like an intellectual, small and scrawny, wearing wire-wrapped glasses. Except he wasn't, he was as straightforward and ruthless as his father.

She walked back into the kitchen to grab remaining two plates. Which she then laid out in front of the lady of the house - Eliza - who was thirty something girl from the good house, who somehow got married off to one of the most ruthless "businessman" in the old capital, and Beata - her teenage daughter.

She was washing the dishes when Eryk approached her from the back and lifted her skirt. He threw it over her head, and she heard him unbuckling his pants.

"I love to taste you as a desert!" he moaned as he divided your reforms and dove between her legs. She moaned and put her hand into her mouth to stifle the subsequent ones.

The perversion of Master Eryk was immense, she really couldn't believe this is how he satisfied his needs. To think that such a powerful man would but such a pervert, if only the world knew! She moaned louder even though she was now covering her mouth with both of her hands, she moved forward a bit to rest her legs against the sink. The flicking of the tongue grew faster, her breathing with it, and then she exploded.

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