The Maid's Long-Awaited Release

Neromeltia approached Beatrice with eyes swirling with a thousand emotions. Her smile was beautiful yet tinged with a bittersweet ache. The master drew close to her pitiful maid, whose body trembled precariously and whose heart was shaken by guilt over her own failings.

She gently caressed Beatrice’s cheek. The maid’s skin was impossibly soft, yet burning with feverish heat. If she had been a living human rather than an Ego Doll, her face would surely have been flushed crimson. Even that light touch made Beatrice’s entire body shudder violently, as if enduring an unbearable stimulus.

Neromeltia slid her hand lower, fingers brushing the ribbon at the center of Beatrice’s collar. She removed the striking oval emerald brooch, then untied the delicate, slender ribbon that encircled the collar. Next, she pulled Beatrice into an embrace and loosened the bow at her back, slipping off the apron. In the process, their bodies pressed tightly together, and Neromeltia could feel the maid’s scorching breath grazing across her own breasts.

She began unfastening the buttons of the blouse one by one. With each button released, more of Beatrice’s alluring cleavage was revealed. When every button had been undone with soft pop, pop, pop, pop sounds and the fabric was spread wide, Beatrice’s upper body came fully into view.

She kept her eyes closed and turned her head slightly aside, as if embarrassed. Yet in contrast to that shy gesture, she subtly arched her chest forward, making it easier for her master to admire her breasts. Neromeltia pushed the pure-white bra upward, fully exposing the soft mounds beneath.

“Hyaah…!!”

The moment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the bra that had been compressing her breasts slid upward and brushed against the sensitive flesh, a heated moan burst from Beatrice’s lips against her will. Her exposed nipples stood erect, pitifully swollen. They looked even more extreme than Lusteria’s had the night before, after enduring that long, intense session of pleasure. The nipples were so engorged they seemed bloated, the skin stretched taut across their surface.

Even though she possessed no real blood, the reason her nipples swelled like this was because her creator had deliberately designed her artificial cells to undergo such changes when exposed to sexual stimulation. As Neromeltia took in the entire sight, she realized her own heart was pounding so fiercely it echoed inside her skull.

Beatrice was the masterpiece Ronald the arch-mage had created after abandoning his usual obsession with pure performance in favor of pure beauty. Neromeltia kept telling herself this was hardly the time, shaking her head inwardly, yet she could not help but admire the terrifying level of Ronald’s meticulous craftsmanship.

With a soft rustle, Neromeltia peeled the blouse completely off Beatrice and shifted her gaze downward, beginning to remove the skirt. The black wrap-around skirt, split at the front like theater curtains, fell away to reveal pure-white undergarments soaked through with pitiful wetness.

The elegant, high-class panties trimmed with luxurious embroidered lace had been transformed into something obscene. The refined undergarment was drenched in the thick love juices that had poured from her sex.

“I’ll make you comfortable now.”

Neromeltia placed her hand on Beatrice’s lower abdomen. Through it, she could sense the intricate mana circuits running inside. Among the countless tangled pathways, she located the bundle that carried the familiar energy she had left behind.

The cause of everything that had tormented Beatrice from the previous night until this very moment was the Luina Neromeltia had planted within her. Of all the mana circuits governing Beatrice’s artificial nerves and senses, the ones responsible for sexual sensitivity and pleasure had been infused with Neromeltia’s own power. She had forcibly adjusted them so that Beatrice’s body would endlessly crave stimulation.

Nor had the effect stopped there. Neromeltia had also placed restrictions that prevented Beatrice from ever reaching climax. Even if the maid had dared to try removing the curse her master had placed upon her, it would have been nearly impossible. Only a greater power than Neromeltia’s own could dispel it, and no one in existence could surpass the might of the Demon Lord known as the Goddess of Luina.

After all, the mana stone that served as the very source of Beatrice’s power operated only because Neromeltia had shared her own energy with it. Just as she had expected, the power she had bestowed remained completely intact. Neromeltia moved quickly to reclaim it.

Her mana penetrated Beatrice’s body to retrieve what she had left behind. She first reached toward the circuit responsible for sexual sensation.

“Huu…!!”

At that instant, Beatrice grabbed the hand resting on her lower abdomen, overwhelmed by the sensation surging through her mana circuits. Neromeltia paused her mana flow and looked up at her.

The maid’s eyes, which normally shone like a sunlit blue sea, burned with desperate longing.

“…Please… let me…”

Beatrice barely managed to convey her wish. The corners of her eyes grew wet with unshed tears. Was it the sorrow of unfulfilled desire? The shame of begging for pleasure with her own mouth? Or the violent passion she could no longer contain? Her eyes shimmered with overflowing tears that soon began to spill down her cheeks.

“Are you sure? You’ve endured it for so long that the orgasm will be as intense as all the pleasure you’ve built up.”

“…It’s… fine… I want to feel… every precious sensation… that Master ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gave me…”

There was no rule that the intensity of climax increased in direct proportion to the length of denial. Yet the pleasure that would come rushing in after such accumulation would undoubtedly be beyond imagination. Beatrice knew this, but even in the face of her master’s concern, she refused to discard the gift of sensation she had been given.

“…In the mana circuit you control… I felt warmth from Master’s power… Even the punishment you gave me… came from someone so warm… I don’t want to scatter it meaninglessly… I love… everything about you, Master…”

Even as tears streamed down her face, she smiled. Her voice trembled weakly, as if she were using the last ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of her strength to speak, yet the sincerity within it carried more power than anything else.

“Please… let me… reach climax…”

That single lewd plea for pleasure somehow sounded beautiful. It was because the genuine love Beatrice held could be felt in every word.

Neromeltia lifted the restriction she had placed on Beatrice’s orgasms.

Beatrice immediately began to unravel in the most undignified way.

“Nngkuh…!!! Huuuhyaaaaaaaah…!!!!!”

Love juices sprayed violently through her panties with enough force to splatter everywhere. Beatrice’s waist arched backward in a dramatic bow, and the cries tearing from her throat were closer to screams than moans—vulgar and animalistic. Her tongue lolled shamelessly from her mouth while her toes curled so tightly they looked ready to snap. Her once-beautiful blue eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, and tears flooded down her face, soaking it miserably.

“Nnghuk…!!! Huok…!!! Nngkuhooooooh…!!!!!”

Beatrice was breaking apart in the most wretched way. Her usual elegant dignity had vanished without a trace, leaving only a lewd female body writhing like a slave to pleasure. Her frame shook violently with repeated spasms, unable to withstand the tidal wave of sensation crashing over her. Raw, throat-tearing cries kept pouring out.

Neromeltia gripped her breasts hard.

“Hyaaaaaaaauuuuuh…!!!!!”

Beatrice’s overheated body, which trembled visibly at the slightest brush of skin, now convulsed with maddening pleasure as her breasts were kneaded like dough. Neromeltia roughly massaged the soft mounds before seizing the painfully swollen nipples and twisting them with force.

“Nngyaaaaah…!!! Hauk…!!! Hauk…!!! Hyaaaaaaaah…!!!!!”

She pulled the nipples so hard the breasts stretched outward. She rubbed and stimulated the bloated tips without mercy. Simply removing the orgasm restriction had already robbed Beatrice of all reason; now the intense stimulation to her most sensitive zones drove her into even deeper, more shattering climaxes.

Neromeltia slipped her hand inside Beatrice’s panties. The fabric was soaked and slippery. The moment her fingers pushed inside, she felt the powerful gush of love juices pouring from the maid’s sex. Without hesitation, she thrust her fingers straight into Beatrice’s dripping entrance.

Squelch!! Squish!! Slurp!!! Squelch!!!

“Aaaaaah!!! Aaaaaaaaah!!!! Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!!”

Beatrice’s passage was already overflowing with slick fluids, so foreplay was unnecessary. Neromeltia mercilessly drove three fingers inside, stirring her without restraint. Climactic screams erupted in rapid succession. The maid’s convulsions grew so violent they resembled seizures.

Red warning runes flashed ceaselessly across Beatrice’s eyes. The danger alerts that her continued orgasms could cause critical damage filled her vision, yet she ignored them completely. With the sexual restrictions lifted, she could have blocked her pleasure nerves at any time to regain calm. But even as most of her sanity had flown and her mind grew hazy, Beatrice refused to cut off the sensation.

She did not want to miss even a fraction of the ecstasy her master had granted her. Even if that pleasure burned out her mana circuits or damaged her artificial personality, it was bliss permitted solely for her. She wanted to savor every last drop of this rapture.

Squelch!!! Slurp!!! Squish!!!

Neromeltia, too, felt overwhelming delight as she enjoyed the sight of that gorgeous, voluptuous body. Beatrice’s inner walls, heated like a boiling teapot, clenched fiercely around her fingers with each successive orgasm. Yet the endless flood of love juices kept everything slick and smooth. The soft, moist texture of her membranes was pure ecstasy.

Watching Beatrice reduced to a lewd, pleasure-drenched slave was the greatest joy of all. Neromeltia’s heart pounded as if it might burst.

But every storm eventually passes.

The endless chain of orgasms had pushed the writhing body past its limits. Neromeltia decided it was time to stop for Beatrice’s safety. While her fingers continued to piston mercilessly inside the maid’s sex, she placed her other hand on Beatrice’s lower abdomen and poured in her power, reclaiming every last trace of the mana she had left behind.

The energy that had been endlessly amplifying Beatrice’s sensitivity vanished completely. Then Neromeltia’s fingers began the final movements meant to bring everything to an end.

She moved faster than she had at any point before, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠driving her fingers deep. She pressed hard against the exact spot inside that gave Beatrice the most pleasure and began to rub it fiercely. Spreading her three fingers apart, she stroked both sides of the inner walls with powerful strokes. The motion looked almost like she was forcibly spreading the passage open. In the hollow space at the center, the thick, pooled love juices were churned violently, producing obscene wet sounds without pause.

And then the final climax arrived.

Squelch squelch squish slurp slurp squish squish!!!

“Hyaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”

Splash!! Splaaash!!

The torrent of orgasm surged like a dam breaking. Beatrice’s sex erupted in several powerful jets of love juice, as if a hole had been punched through a reservoir. Her waist jerked backward and forward repeatedly. Sticky saliva drooled from her stiffly outstretched tongue.

“Ughoooooh…!! Oooohuuuuuuuh…!!! Oooooooooh…!!!”

Neromeltia’s fingers gradually slowed their frantic stirring. Eventually they moved with the gentle rhythm of a soothing massage before finally slipping free of Beatrice’s entrance.

Even as the intense cries slowly began to fade, her body continued to spasm dozens of times in aftershocks. It took a long while—long enough to enjoy a full tea break—before every last climax finally subsided.

Beatrice was an absolute mess, her entire body drenched in various fluids. The way she trembled weakly in the aftermath of the relentless orgasms was heartbreakingly pitiful. After a little more time passed, her body gradually began to stabilize. The tension in her face melted away into peaceful relaxation.

Then the inevitable exhaustion struck. Having lost every ounce of strength, Beatrice slowly closed her eyes and entered sleep mode. While the metallic parts of her Ego Doll frame did not tire, the artificial cells, her artificial personality, and her mana circuits all required recovery time. That was why she had been forced into slumber.

Neromeltia brought her own drenched hand, glistening with thick love juices, to her lips and tasted it. The flavor carried a strangely exciting sweetness, because it was the result of love shared with someone precious.

Beatrice, breathing softly in sleep, wore a faint smile. Perhaps she felt incredibly good. Or perhaps she was finally at peace now that everything had been released. Either way, she slept with a deeply satisfied expression.

Careful not to wake her, Neromeltia conjured water of the exact same temperature as Beatrice’s body heat and gently washed both her skin and her clothes until they were spotless. The fabric and flesh felt fresh and fluffy, as if they had just been laundered and bathed.

She then pulled the peacefully sleeping Beatrice into a warm embrace, sharing her body heat to create an even more comfortable resting place. Beatrice nuzzled happily into Neromeltia’s soft breasts as if they were the world’s most perfect pillow. Neromeltia smiled with deep affection and held her even more tightly against her chest.

Then, suddenly, Neromeltia turned her head toward the rear and fixed her gaze on empty space where nothing could be seen.

In a low voice, she spoke to the void.

Having issued that clear warning into thin air, Neromeltia returned to her earlier gentle smile and looked down at Beatrice once more. She continued to stroke the maid tenderly until the girl had fallen into a deep, sufficient sleep, staying with her until she would awaken.