Hans Verholdt was just standing there, arranging the flowers in the dining room for a ball and ordering the maids for Hans was your personal butler before you popped up from somewhere, feeling his man breasts through his dress shirt and toying with it.

You smirked mischievously, planting a few kisses here and there, biting and nibbling on his neck and leaving love bites while the servants of the manor scattered all around the place with a flushed face.

"M-master.."