The Maid's Resolve
The empty room in the corner of the hallway. Maid Mari (2). Bang! The moment the door slammed shut, Hans was roughly shoved against the wall.
"Ugh!" Mari grabbed Hans by the collar and snarled. "I warned you. Watch those eyes."
"Ah, no... it was an accident..."
"An accident? Where the hell do you get off saying that!" Mari jabbed her chin toward Hans's crotch. Soaked and clinging to his skin, his pants still outlined the unmistakable shape of his erection, very much alive.
"Getting that hideous thing hard right in front of the young lady... Are you out of your mind?"
"I-I'm sorry! But I'm a man, and... the young lady is just so beautiful..." Hans protested, sounding genuinely wronged.
Mari let out a long sigh. She knew better than anyone how defenseless her mistress was when it came to provoking men. The way Elise innocently pressed her chest forward and casually said the most provocative things—no man could be expected to endure that. Still, she couldn't bring herself to blame Elise.
"The young lady is off-limits," Mari stated firmly. "She is a pure white flower who knows nothing of the world. She is not someone a beast like you is allowed to defile. Don't even dream of it."
But Hans's gaze kept drifting toward the door. Longing. The memory of that cleavage he'd glimpsed refused to fade.
"Ha..." Mari felt a surge of irritation. If she let him go now, he'd obviously cause another incident. But if she drove him away? Elise would throw a fit. 'No choice, then.'
Mari made up her mind and snatched Hans's wrist. Keeping him pinned against the wall in the same wall-slam position, she pulled his restrained hand downward and placed it on her own rear.
Thud. Hans's palm landed on Mari's buttocks.
"......?!" His eyes widened. Through the fabric of her maid uniform, he felt the firm, full texture of her flesh. That perfectly shaped rear he'd admired earlier in the hallway was now in his hands.
"If you really can't hold back... then touch here instead." Mari turned her head and glared at him. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were sharp. "Don't even think about defiling the young lady. Play with me instead."
Sacrifice. To protect her mistress's purity, she was offering her own body to sate the beast's lust. Hans was flustered, but the elastic sensation against his palm stirred something primal.
"Um... Miss Mari. Are you... really okay with this?"
"......Just do it and get it over with. The young lady is waiting." Mari bit her lip and pushed her hips back slightly. Hans swallowed hard. An opportunity like this wouldn't come again. He tightened his fingers.
Squish. He grabbed a handful of Mari's rear.
"Hnn...!" A short moan escaped her lips. It was firm—different from the soft, yielding flesh of Masa or Eila. A springy, muscular resilience. Excited, Hans began kneading both cheeks with both hands, as if working dough. Squish, squish.
"Haa... Your technique is quite vulgar." Mari sneered, but she didn't pull away. Hans grew bolder. His fingers slid past the curves, creeping toward the deep, secret valley between them—when—
Slap! Mari smacked the back of his hand sharply. "That's enough. No further."
She straightened her disheveled uniform and spoke coldly. "Have you calmed down now?"
Hans couldn't bring himself to nod. His gaze dropped downward. Whether from the stimulation of touching her rear or not, the front of his pants was now even more grotesquely tented than before.
"......Is that what you call calm?" Mari's eyebrow twitched. Her eyes were also fixed on his crotch.
"Ah, well... touching it just made it worse..." Hans mumbled awkwardly. Mari exhaled a deep sigh.
"Haa... No helping it, then." She dropped to her knees in front of him without hesitation. "Excuse me? M-Miss Mari?"
"We don't have time. Ejaculate as quickly as possible." Mari's hands moved without hesitation, unbuckling his belt and yanking his pants down. His massive shaft sprang free, twitching right in front of her face.
"Hup!" There was no hesitation. Mari took him into her mouth in one smooth motion, filling it completely.
"U-ugh! Miss Mari?!" Hans was shocked. He never imagined this cool-headed maid would suddenly start sucking him off in an empty room beside the hallway.
"Slurp... Chup... Lick!" Mari's technique was precise and mechanical. Her tongue rolled over the glans while the inner walls of her cheeks squeezed the shaft, pistoning with single-minded focus on making him finish fast. The unexpected situation and the maid's devoted service made Hans's mind melt.
"Hnnngh... It's... it's too good...!" He couldn't hold on. No—he didn't want to hold on. "I-I'm coming! I'm gonna come!"
Within minutes, Hans's hips bucked upward. "Mmph!" Spurt, spurt, spurt! Hot semen poured into Mari's mouth from the tip. She frowned but didn't pull away, swallowing every drop with audible gulps.
"Haa... haa..." Hans slumped against the wall, legs weak. Mari licked the last drop from her lips, stood up as if nothing had happened, and brushed off her clothes.
"Are we done now?" She calmly pulled his pants back up and warned him with a chilly gaze. "Do not show even a speck of that filthy lust toward the young lady. And what just happened stays between you and me. If you breathe a word of it, I'll kill you."
Mari returned to her perfect maid persona and opened the door. "Let's go."
Hans followed her in a daze. Post-nut clarity brought with it a strange sense of awe. Maids... really are the best.
At the same time, in front of the Ludel Town Security Force building. A lavish carriage came to a stop. The door opened, and a woman stepped out.
"So this is... that Ludel place?" The guards' eyes nearly popped out at her appearance. A beauty with flowing red hair. But what was even more shocking was her outfit. Her upper body was clad in a luxurious cream off-shoulder blouse embroidered with gold thread. Though her exposed shoulders and collarbone line revealed no cleavage, she carried herself with confidence. A corset cinched her waist to a mere handful, emphasizing her slender figure in an almost unreal way.
Her lower half was even more outrageous. At first glance it looked like an elegant black long skirt, but the sides were slit so deeply that her hip bones were visible. With every step, the fluttering fabric exposed the elegant lines of her slim yet toned bare legs and the pale inner thighs. It was a bold, provocative fashion no ordinary mage would ever wear. Yuria, the heretic of the Magic Tower.
"Um, excuse me... What brings you here..." The guard stammered, face red, clutching his spear as he struggled to find a safe place to look.
Yuria swept her hair back and smiled seductively. "Is Lady Karen here? Tell her a friend has come to visit."
…
"Yuria?!" Inside the Security Chief's office, Karen tossed aside her documents and rushed out. "What brings you here without any notice? And all that way!"
Karen pulled Yuria into a tight hug. Yuria rolled her eyes behind Karen's back, studying her face. Let's see... Her eyes narrowed. Karen's face was practically glowing. Her once-dull skin was now smooth like a boiled egg, her cheeks flushed with healthy color, and her eyes sparkled with vitality.
This is it. No doubt. Yuria was certain. That radiance couldn't be faked by magic or medicine. It was the taut, supple skin that only a woman who had reached climax through intense orgasms, whose blood flow had exploded and awakened every single cell, could possess. The afterglow of orgasm described in the forbidden text Succubus's Beauty Secrets was now standing right in front of her.
"You look good, Karen. That turbid energy emission thing or whatever it's called... must be pretty effective?" Yuria probed casually.
Karen gave a thumbs-up and grinned brightly. "The best. My body feels light as a feather. You should try it too. Not just because you're my friend—I'm sure it'd help a mage as well."
An innocent sales pitch. But to Yuria, it sounded sweeter than any temptation.
"Then I definitely have to try it." Yuria licked her lips. "Think I could meet this amazing person? For... research purposes."
"Great! Let's go right now. His name is Hans, and at this hour he's usually..."
…
Ludel Adventurer's Guild. Creak. The door opened and two women entered. A knight in silver armor, and a red-haired beauty in an outrageously revealing dress. Every adventurer in the lobby turned to stare.
"Whoa... who's that woman? Look at that outfit." "She's something else..."
Eila, seated at the reception desk, frowned the moment she saw Karen. Why is that armored muscle-head here again? But the woman beside her was even more irritating. That vulgar outfit, flaunting her chest and thighs for all to see—she was clearly no ordinary rival.
"Is Hans here?" Karen approached the counter and asked. "My friend wants to receive some... special guidance from him, so I brought her along."
Special guidance? Eila didn't know exactly what that meant, but her woman's intuition told her everything. That scantily clad woman beside Karen wanted Hans.
Eila's gaze shifted to Yuria—and stopped. At Yuria's chest. ......Pfft. She couldn't help but smirk. Flat. Not just flat—flat enough that you couldn't tell where her back ended and her chest began. Eila glanced down at her own ample bosom and felt a surge of superiority. Her blouse buttons looked ready to burst from the sheer volume.
What a joke. A cow she is not, yet she dares wag her tail? With a body like that, who does she think she's going to seduce? Hans liked legs, but he liked breasts too. She remembered those greedy lips sucking on her chest. A bony woman like that would never catch his eye.
"He's not here." Eila answered leisurely, resting her chin on her hand. She looked Yuria up and down and added with a mocking tone, "And Hans seems quite busy these days..." Her eyes lingered on Yuria's meager chest. "Especially... I doubt he'd be interested in guests with no volume... Hohoho."
Silence. Yuria's eyebrow twitched. She understood the provocation perfectly. This bitch is picking a fight over my chest? A scratch formed on the mage's pride. Yuria took a step forward.
"Is that so? Well... I'm a mage, after all. Mages win with intellect." She smirked at Eila's chest. "Just because something's big and stupid doesn't mean it's better. It only looks dull."
Crackle. An invisible spark flew between the two women. Karen, oblivious, looked around. "It's a shame Hans isn't here. Do you know where he went?"
Eila and Yuria glared at each other, growling.