96 - His Fake Servant

It seemed that he wanted me to clean up the trash heap of worn-out wheat husks. I didn't understand what he wanted, but my footsteps forced me to carry on and do what he need to me.

"W-what?" My body jumped in surprise when I was on my back and felt a hand deliberately poke my buttocks.

My face turned reflexively to see who had just abused me. But there was no one in the warehouse but Matthias, and me. He, who saw me looking confused, just stood still with a cigarette perched in the crack of his finger.

"What are you waiting for? Clean up this warehouse," he ordered fiercely.

I returned the order. I stuffed the trash into a straw bag used to dispose of unused items. My pregnant, bulging belly was quite a hindrance to me. But to my surprise, a pair of hands squeezed my breasts from behind.

"Y-your highness!?" I squealed in shock. In my panic, I almost blurted out his name.

Matthias was the one who had touched my body earlier. He had also poked my ass, and now he was squeezing my breast