Wuthering Waves: I Was Hired by Carlotta Montelli

There was still some time left before the banquet officially began.

Cantarella had specifically given instructions that without her permission, absolutely no one was allowed anywhere near this guest room. So, what happened inside the room would remain entirely unknown to those outside.

Not even the Montelli family was an exception.

“Stop hold on a moment.” Ray was breathing a little unevenly as he gently eased away the approaching Phoebe and Cantarella. Thanks to their earlier intimacies, the collar of his shirt had become slightly disheveled.

“What kind of treatment is this? One of you finishes kissing me, then the next one goes right after, and then you just keep cycling through. I don’t even get a moment to catch my breath. And you two have it easy, you can just recover while the other one takes a turn…”

The corner of Cantarella’s lips curved upward. She reached out and lightly poked his cheek with her finger, her tone deeply meaningful. “Isn’t that only to be expected?”

“Since you’ve chosen to be a hopeless flirt, you naturally have to bear the corresponding price. You should treat every woman who holds your heart with absolute fairness and that includes intimate contact.”

“Don’t forget, on the surface, you are Carlotta’s lover. You pour the vast majority of your time into being by her side. Did you really expect us not to feel jealous?”

“All that time you’ve missed with us… naturally has to be made up for elsewhere.”

“Wouldn’t you agree, Phoebe?”

The golden-haired girl paused for a brief moment, her eyes flitting between the two of them, before finally nodding with a serious expression. “I think Lady Cantarella makes a very fair point.”

“By that logic of yours, wouldn’t I just keel over from exhaustion?” Ray sighed in exasperation. “I’d spend my days either keeping one of you company, or rushing off to the next rendezvous.”

“That’s a path you chose for yourself.” Cantarella shrugged elegantly. “You could have refused, but you didn’t. And now, wanting to back out….”

She suddenly lowered her voice, lacing it with a seductive edge.

“…..I’m afraid it’s far too late. After all… you couldn’t bear to break any young maiden’s heart, could you?”

“Young maiden?” Ray raised an eyebrow in feigned puzzlement. “Aside from Phoebe, what other young maiden is there here?”

The words had barely left his mouth when a sharp pain suddenly flared at his waist.

Cantarella maintained her perfect smile, but her fingertips were mercilessly pinching the soft flesh at his side, making him suck in a sharp breath.

“Oh dear, I didn’t quite catch that. What was it our little guest just said?”

As it turned out, even someone as composed as Cantarella minded the traces of passing years.

“…What a terrible man. Shouldn’t you be saying what I want to hear at a time like this?” Cantarella pouted, her voice a soft complaint.

Phoebe sat quietly to the side, her hands folded neatly on her lap, watching the two of them interact with a faint smile.

Though this situation completely violated her moral code as a member of the clergy…

Well, as long as there was love, then there was no problem at all!

“Then let’s leave it here for today.” Seeing Cantarella in a rare fit of mild petulance, Ray felt his heart soften. He couldn’t resist reaching out and ruffling her hair. “I need to go find the Young Miss. Otherwise, we’re bound to get found out sooner or later.”

With that, he moved to stand up and leave, but Cantarella suddenly seized him by the wrist.

She tilted her face up to look at him. “Don’t rush. There’s still plenty of time. Stay with me just a little longer. Carlotta won’t find out. Besides, even if she did, what of it? She’ll have to accept this reality sooner or later.”

“That’s true enough, but the Young Miss is the jealous type.”

“Is that so? And you’re not afraid of making me jealous? Or making Phoebe jealous?”

“…”

That question left Ray momentarily speechless.

Perhaps there simply was no answer in this world that could satisfy everyone.

And so, Ray sat back down. With a look of utter resignation, he turned to Phoebe and Cantarella, his tone carrying a note of pleading surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll stay and keep you company… But can we at least try a different way of spending time together? Even if it’s just having tea and chatting? This tag-teaming of yours, I really can’t handle it.”

“Can’t handle it already?” Cantarella drew out her final syllable, lacing it with a hint of provocation. “Then what will you do… in the future? Just how many people can you manage to handle at once, I wonder?”

“…”

Ray was at a complete loss for words.

To deliver such a brazen remark without so much as a change of expression, in an atmosphere this charged, it truly could be no one else but Cantarella.

The ease and poise that came with a mature woman’s composure was something he always found difficult to handle.

Phoebe blinked in confusion, clearly failing to grasp the deeper meaning behind their words.

“Are you kidding me?” Ray suddenly straightened his back, a spark of indignant pride flaring up at her taunt. “Cantarella, are you questioning my dignity as a man?”

“All talk and no action.” She chuckled lightly, twirling a strand of violet hair around her fingertip. “Who’s to say you’re not just putting on a brave front?”

This provocation, as expected, ignited his competitive streak. “Fine. When I have some free time later, I’ll make sure you realize the error of your ways.”

“Is that so?” The corner of Cantarella’s mouth lifted, a look of scheming satisfaction crossing her face. “No need to wait for later. We can do it right now.”

“Right now? Here?” Ray’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

Cantarella glanced toward the clock on the wall. “Though time is rather tight… we could always switch to a different method to prove it.”

Just then, Phoebe, who had been quietly listening the entire time, finally couldn’t hold back any longer. She spoke up, her clear eyes brimming with pure innocence. “Um… what are you two talking about? I don’t understand it at all.”

Cantarella turned toward the girl, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Phoebe doesn’t understand?”

The golden-haired girl shook her head honestly, her face a picture of complete bewilderment. “Not a clue.”

“Is that so? How innocent you are, then.” Cantarella leaned in close to the girl’s ear and whispered a few words, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear.

In the very next second, a crimson flush swept across Phoebe’s fair cheeks, and she shrank back like a startled rabbit. “Wh-what? Something like that… right now?!”

“But of course. It’s bound to happen sooner or later anyway.” Cantarella covered her mouth with a soft laugh at the sight of the girl’s bashful expression. “Or does Phoebe intend to just watch from the side this time?”

“Th-this… I…” The girl pursed her lips, wanting to speak but holding back. “But… together… serving together… something like that… I…”

Cantarella tilted her head gently, an intrigued smile gracing her lips. “So, will Phoebe be joining us?”

“Th-this… I…” Phoebe hung her head low, mortified, and covered her face with both hands. After a long, agonizing silence, a response finally slipped through the gaps between her fingers, as faint as a mosquito’s hum. “I… I’ll… give it a try…”

Ray’s heart gave a violent lurch. He scrambled to his feet in a panic. “Hold on, I haven’t agreed to this yet! Now is really not the time for this sort of thing! I have to go!”

He had just turned to leave when several translucent tendrils suddenly materialized out of thin air, coiling around his limbs and gently pressing him back down onto the sofa.

“Now now, you don’t get to refuse anymore.”

Cantarella brushed her fingers lightly against her own cheek, a dangerous yet captivating light swirling in her eyes.

She slowly ran the tip of her tongue across her lips, the Tacet Mark on its surface shimmering with a faint blue glow in response.

“Well then, please do enjoy yourself.”

The translucent tendrils tightened just enough to keep Ray seated on the sofa. Before he could speak again, she leaned in and kissed him deep, slow, and possessive.

When she finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected them. She smiled, satisfied.

“Since you’re so confident in your stamina…” she murmured, her voice low and smooth, “let us put it to the test.”

Her fingers moved to his belt. She undid it with elegant ease, then slowly pulled down his pants and underwear together. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from their earlier kissing.

She pulled Ray’s pants down fully, freeing his cock. It was already thick and hard, standing upright. Phoebe’s eyes locked onto it immediately. Her cheeks flushed deep red, and she stared for a long second, lips slightly parted.

“…It’s so big,” she whispered, almost to herself. Her thighs pressed together tightly.

Cantarella smirked. She wrapped her fingers around the base and gave it a slow stroke, then leaned down and dragged her tongue from the bottom to the tip in one long, wet lick.

The Tacet Mark on her tongue glowed with a soft blue light the moment it touched him. A strange, tingling heat spread through Ray’s shaft not painful, but intensely pleasurable, like warm sparks pulsing under his skin.

Ray’s hips jerked. “Hah— Cantarella… what are you—”

She didn’t answer. She simply took the head into her mouth and sucked, her tongue pressing and swirling while the glowing mark sent continuous waves of tingling sensation through him making him groan.

Phoebe watched, mesmerized and flustered. Her breathing had quickened. She could see the way Cantarella’s cheeks hollowed slightly with every movement, the way her tongue worked even when it wasn’t visible. The wet sounds filled the quiet room.

After a minute, Cantarella pulled off with a soft pop, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

She glanced at Phoebe.

“Your turn.”

Phoebe’s eyes widened. “M-Me…? Right now?”

Cantarella didn’t force her. She simply waited, one elegant eyebrow raised.

Phoebe swallowed hard. She hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly leaned forward. Her hand trembled slightly as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, it felt hot and heavy in her palm.

She gave it a small, experimental stroke, staring at it with a mix of nervousness and fascination.

“It’s… really warm,” she murmured.

She leaned in and pressed a shy kiss to the tip. Then another. When she finally opened her mouth and took him in, it was careful and a little clumsy at first.

Her tongue was soft and tentative as she tried to mimic what she’d seen Cantarella do. She couldn’t take him very deep, but the earnest way she moved her head and the small, muffled sounds she made sent a different kind of heat through Ray.

Cantarella watched with clear amusement, one hand gently stroking Phoebe’s hair.

“Good girl,” she said softly. “Just like that.”

After a while, Cantarella gently pulled Phoebe back and took over again. This time she went deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed around him.

She bobbed her head with smooth, practiced movements, occasionally pulling off to lick along the underside or suck on the head while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.

Phoebe stayed close, watching intently. Her face was still red, but her eyes had grown darker with arousal.

Cantarella could feel Ray getting close. His breathing had turned rough, and his hips were twitching despite himself. She didn’t slow down. If anything, she increased her pace, taking him deep and letting her tongue press firmly against the sensitive spot just beneath the head, the Tacet Mark pulsing with each movement.

Ray’s hand gripped the sofa. “Cantarella— I’m—”

She didn’t pull away. She kept going until he came with a low groan, spilling thick and hot into her mouth. She swallowed most of it without breaking rhythm, then slowly pulled off.

A small amount of cum remained on her tongue as she opened her mouth slightly, showing it to him, white and thick against the faint blue glow of her Tacet Mark.

Then, with deliberate eye contact, she closed her mouth and swallowed the rest.

“Delicious…”

“Do you want to taste it too?”

Phoebe’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t hesitate for long. She swallowed and slowly leaned forward. Her small hand wrapped around the base of his cock as she gave it a light stroke.

She pressed a soft kiss on the tip before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

Her face looked incredibly cute, cheeks flushed a deep pink, golden hair slightly messy, and her clear eyes carrying a mix of shyness and quiet determination.

Even though she had already done this earlier, having Ray’s full attention on her now still made her ears turn red.

She started moving her head with a steady rhythm, her tongue swirling around his shaft. While she wasn’t as skilled as Cantarella, she was no longer clumsy.

The way she sucked and used her tongue showed that she had already gotten a feel for it from earlier. A thin trail of saliva slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth as she bobbed her head.

Cantarella watched with amusement, gently stroking Phoebe’s hair.

“Good girl,” she praised softly. “You’re doing well.”

Phoebe’s ears turned even redder at the praise, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she tried to take him a little deeper, her cute face looking even more adorable with her lips stretched around his cock.

Ray’s breathing grew heavier. The sight of Phoebe’s flushed, innocent-looking face working so earnestly on him was quickly pushing him toward the edge again.

Phoebe could feel him throbbing on her tongue. She kept going, her movements becoming more focused. After a few more moment, Ray’s hand tightened gently in her hair.

“Phoebe… I’m close…”

She didn’t pull away. She continued sucking, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his cock. With a low groan, Ray came for the second time, filling her small mouth with thick cum.

Phoebe’s eyes widened as her mouth was suddenly filled. Some of it leaked from the corner of her lips as she slowly pulled off, coughing lightly. Her cute face was now even redder, with traces of white cum on her lips and chin.

Cantarella reached over and gently wiped the corner of Phoebe’s mouth with her thumb.