Chapter 125
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Translator: Xrecker
Chapter: 125
Chapter Title: Chief Financial Officer's Day Off
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I had gotten into a bit of trouble last night.
Having stayed out late drinking with my master without any notice, I had been thoroughly chewed out.
I somehow managed to appease Ozma, but I was now under a strict ban from drinking outside.
She told me to drink at home if I had to.
It was all out of concern for me, so I agreed, and the matter was settled.
And this morning.
I was enjoying a well-deserved day off when I was woken by a wet sensation on my lower body.
“…What are you doing?”
“You seemed… healthy this morning, so I was helping you out.”
Camilla replied shamelessly, licking my shaft with her red tongue.
“By the way, it’s my and Princess Ozma’s turn this morning. She should have been here, but she’s still asleep from yesterday’s fatigue, so I came alone.”
“…Right.”
I suspected she had deliberately not woken Ozma to have me all to herself, but I wasn’t about to call her out on it.
As I shivered with pleasure, Camilla, having thoroughly cleaned my balls, licked her lips and, with a seductive expression, asked,
“Can we… do insertion a little earlier today?”
“By all means.”
As soon as I gave my consent, Camilla climbed on top of me.
She must have been pleasuring me for a while before I woke up, as her pussy was already soaking wet.
Squish
“Mmm…”
Camilla moaned, her eyes closed.
We had been sleeping together for two years now, but her body was still as tight as a virgin’s.
Was it because she was a succubus?
I gripped her slender hips and thrust upwards.
Camilla’s hips trembled, like a fish caught on a hook.
She bit her finger, trying to stifle her moans, not wanting to be heard by the others.
Camilla’s pale ass swayed back and forth on my cock.
She moved her hips, as if searching for the perfect angle, then began to grind against me. The pleasure was so intense that I almost came prematurely.
“Ugh… Camilla, a little slower!”
I cried out, but Camilla, lost in her own pleasure, didn’t seem to hear me.
She had found the perfect angle and was now bouncing on my cock.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The lewd sound of our bodies colliding filled the bedroom.
I gave up and began to match her rhythm, thrusting my hips upwards.
If I couldn’t last long anyway, I might as well make sure we both came.
As I felt myself getting close, Camilla’s pussy tightened, as if sensing my impending orgasm.
“I’m cumming!”
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“Ahhhhhhh!”
I gripped her thighs and unleashed my load, and Camilla, throwing her head back, finally reached her climax.
Saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, down her neck.
She was devastatingly beautiful. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
After a long orgasm, Camilla, her body slick with sweat, sat up and said,
“Thank you for indulging my desires. I’ll go and help with breakfast now.”
“…I’ll rest a little longer.”
“Of course.”
Camilla left the room, and I, alone in bed, savored the afterglow for another thirty minutes before heading downstairs for breakfast.
***
There were four women in my house.
Even with my high stamina, I couldn’t satisfy all of them, so we had established a schedule.
Monday was Ozma, Tuesday Dorothea, Wednesday Camilla, and Thursday Vanessa.
After a full cycle, Friday and Saturday were off days, and Sunday was a free-for-all.
Of course, to avoid exhaustion, we split the sessions between morning and evening.
And this Sunday morning, it was Ozma and Camilla’s turn.
“Can’t you eat first?”
“No. You already did it with Camilla. We have to keep things even.”
Ozma said, climbing onto my lap and, after pulling down my pants, began to move her hips.
The old chair creaked with each movement.
Even a new chair would have creaked under the strain.
Ozma, who had been a complete novice, had become a skilled lover since we started living together.
Her desire to excel at everything, combined with her natural physical prowess, had made her a quick learner.
The sound of her firm ass slapping against my thighs echoed through the kitchen.
Dorothea, who was sitting across from us, reading a newspaper with her glasses on, frowned at the noise, but Ozma didn’t seem to care.
Well, we had seen each other in far more compromising situations.
While she refrained from making any rude comments, Dorothea, her face flushed with anger, said to Ozma,
“Either eat or have sex. Can’t you just choose one?!”
Ozma, who was eating a piece of toast with orange marmalade while grinding against me, tilted her head.
“Why do one when you can do both? It’s more efficient.”
She had a point.
Dorothea, tired of the ridiculous conversation, folded her newspaper and headed to the living room.
She probably wanted to lie on the sofa and read.
Ozma, ignoring her, continued to eat her breakfast while riding me.
Vanessa, who had been helping Camilla in the kitchen, approached with a bowl.
“Um, Princess Ozma, I made a new salad. Would you like to try it?”
Ozma, with a stern expression, nodded.
“Bring it here.”
“Yes!”
Vanessa, a pleased expression on her face, brought the salad and a fork.
I, feeling playful, thrust my hips upwards, and Ozma, who had been calmly grinding against me, flinched.
The sudden increase in pleasure must have caught her off guard.
“Hnngh, stay still, Kaldrash.”
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and whispered,
“If you stop moving.”
“Mmm, ngh! Don’t be silly! I’m so close!”
Ozma, despite her words, turned her head slightly to look at me, but I told her to look forward.
She dutifully obeyed.
“Here, say ‘aah.’”
Vanessa offered Ozma a piece of salmon salad on a fork.
Ozma, like a baby bird, accepted the offering.
“Mmm… it’s… delicious, Vanessa…”
As I caressed her inverted nipples, which were hidden beneath her clothes, Ozma, struggling to maintain her composure, tried to smile.
One of the biggest changes since Ozma became governor-general was that she no longer wore a chest binder.
While she might have been insecure about her femininity before, she had regained her confidence after receiving her father’s approval and was no longer ashamed of her gender.
While she still preferred men’s clothes, she was much more comfortable in her own skin.
Her slightly boyish charm was, in a way, more appealing.
Erect
My persistent teasing had paid off. Ozma’s inverted nipples, which had been hiding, finally emerged.
As I teased the small, finger-sized nipples and nibbled on her neck, Ozma, unable to hold back any longer, trembled.
She had reached a light orgasm from the continuous stimulation.
“Haah, haah, haah, haah.”
I forcibly turned Ozma’s head, who was panting on my lap, and kissed her roughly.
Our tongues intertwined, and we exchanged a large amount of saliva. When we were both out of breath, we parted.
Her moist, glistening eyes rekindled my desire, which had been building for two days.
Even though Camilla had already drained me once this morning, it hadn’t been enough.
I pushed aside the empty plates and laid Ozma’s voluptuous body on the table.
Her half-undone pants and sweat-soaked shirt, clinging to her skin, were incredibly lewd.
Ozma spread her arms, inviting me to embrace her.
Who would believe that this was the same Ozma who was known as the Iron Queen?
While I didn’t know what she was like outside, at home, she was a gentle lamb, at least to me.
“Come.”
Ozma said, spreading her legs.
I pushed my already wet, red cock into her small opening.