Disciplining the Haughty Maid (Delusion)
Being groped by those bitchy, effeminate guys was utterly revolting. But with people I had to deal with long-term ahead of me, flying off the handle would only backfire on me. So I gritted my teeth through layer after layer of patience, endured their hands on me, finished my bath, and headed straight to the dining room for supper.
"I've brought your meal. I hope it proves satisfying."
The table overflowed with dishes that practically glowed with appetizing sheen. The lavish spread, enough to make the legs of the table buckle, tasted every bit as magnificent as it looked. If nothing else, enjoying luxuries like this made the idea of being under that woman's thumb seem almost tolerable. Though considering it was all a reward from a life-or-death arena brawl, I couldn't just indulge without a care.
"This is the training ground. We mainly use it for physical conditioning or mana exercises."
After the meal, our guide led us to the spacious training yard behind the mansion. It was vast, and the quality of equipment scattered throughout far surpassed anything I'd seen before—especially the weapons displayed along the walls, each one screaming top-tier craftsmanship.
"If you need any support for your training, we'll do our utmost within reason. Don't hesitate to ask anytime."
Of course. With my arena performances ahead, they'd spare no expense on this stuff. Seeing it as a positive for me too, I stepped in for a test run and trained until dusk. The superior tools made it feel like I was progressing faster than usual. Definitely worth the price tag, I thought as I left the yard, only for the servants to usher me along like they'd been waiting.
"This will be your room from now on, Adrian sir."
We arrived at an elegant, opulent chamber. Way too big for one person, sparkling in every direction—it felt burdensome just to lounge in. Am I really okay staying somewhere like this? Simply existing here stirred a twinge of guilt.
"Haa, exhausting."
But with all the built-up fatigue, I had no qualms collapsing onto the bed. Lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling, I swallowed a bitter lump in my throat.
"Man, what the hell happens next?"
According to her, I was now an irreplaceable superstar in this city. The rewards matched that status, sure—but unease still gnawed at me. First came the goblin raping men, then the criminal beating them down, and third, the slothful knight hailed as the city's strongest... Naturally, the next foes would be far deadlier. Facing them would be terrifying and perilous for me.
"Gotta escape this eventually."
Yeah, if this pattern dragged on, I'd eventually suffer a crushing defeat—leading to something irreversible. As anxiety churned in my gut, knock knock. The door creaked open slowly.
"Master, I've brought dessert and tea."
In walked a woman in a maid outfit instead of butler garb. Realizing it was Ekaterina from earlier, I bolted upright on the bed to greet her.
"Oh, thanks, Ekaterina."
"No need for formalities. I'm merely a servant assigned by Lady Renes to attend you..."
"Ah, got it. Ekaterina, then."
With my address for her settled, she arranged the black tea and snacks on the bedside table. Once finished, she assumed a demure posture and asked softly,
"How was your first day at the mansion?"
"Yeah, great. Everything's so abundant, especially how spotless it is—easy to move around anywhere."
"I'm glad my constant upkeep paid off. Let me know if you need anything else."
With a curt "Then I'll be going," she turned to leave.
"Wait, hold on."
Feeling a pang of regret, I called out hastily. She paused, glancing back.
"Yes?"
"Well..."
Her haughty demeanor showed she had no clue why I'd stopped her. Beyond that, I hesitated—should I bare my soul here? She was the sole woman among this mansion's pepper-field staff. The only one who could slake my overflowing urges. And under Renes's orders, she served me as her new master. A command right now, and I could probably sample that body. Just close my eyes and say it once...
"If there's no instruction, may I go? I have work piled up, unfortunately."
"Ah, yeah. Next time, then..."
But I couldn't muster the guts in the end. She vanished before my words trailed off. Silence crashed in, stifling. Lying back on the bed, I sighed deeply.
"Haa, what a total coward."
I could've just blurted, I like you—let's fuck. Clean and simple. No, even then, to a near-stranger? Not like the arena's forced encounters—she was here to serve me. Any proposition needed trust built over time first. My head got that, but picturing her—the lone flower in this pepper patch—stirred my loins anyway.
"...Might as well back off for now and think."
Stroke stroke stroke. Alone in the room, I gripped my cock and started pumping. Tonight's fap fuel: Ekaterina. I unleashed my imagination on her naked form. Her skin would be flawless, her curves as precise as her sharp personality—like a master-sculpted statue. Perfect for riling a man up.
Stripped bare, she'd face me like this:
'Master, I've disrobed as ordered.'
Absolute obedience to my command, mechanical—no trace of shame... Yeah, I'm her master. I could order anything I craved. Grope that body freely, make her suck my dick... Hell, even raunchier plays. Like her offering those hefty tits for me to nurse from while she strokes me—nursing play.
'Commencing your ejaculation management now.'
Ejaculation management... Right, as my servant, she ought to handle my lust too. Her deft fingers caressing my shaft, she'd pour her all into pleasing me, whispering again:
'Does it feel good? Tell me any desires—I'll assist to the best of my ability.'
The picture of loyal servitude. After receiving her caresses, she'd take charge—gently laying me back, straddling, guiding her pussy down...
'Haa, haa.'
Her ragged breaths proved she was human, not machine. Unable to contain rising pleasure, cracks would form in her consistent facade, her own ecstasy leaking through.
'M-Master... Does my body feel good?'
Was that just probing my thoughts, or anxiety over her inexperience? If the latter, vestiges of her virgin side lingered. Always perfect and aloof in act, but clumsy here—confidence waning.
'Ah, ahh. Master, wait a sec...!'
Her mounting excitement fueled mine; I flipped her onto the bed. Her service turned to my onslaught. She'd gasp under my assault, lost in the act.
'Haa, haa. Master, you're too rough... ♥'
Initial bewilderment melting into bitch-in-heat craving. Unable to withstand her tightening grip, I'd lose control, hips pistoning faster. Climax crashing, strength surging to my groin...
"Urghhh, cumming in Ekaterina's pussy!!"
Splurt, spluuurt. The fervent wank ended in explosive release—ropes arcing to the ceiling before splattering down. Exhaustion flooded me like the spent seed. Groan, that vixen Ekaterina. Squeezing me dry on purpose. One round wasn't enough. Lust reigniting, I reached for another go—
"Ahem."
A clearing throat froze my spine. Slowly turning my rigid neck toward the door: a black-haired knight in black tights and armor, and a green-haired one in skimpy plate.
"Ma-Martina... Senya?"
"Ahaha, looks like our Ei's got a lot pent up."
Martina flashed an awkward grin at my hand on my dick. Glancing aside, Senya averted her eyes, flushed.
"S-Sorry. Bad timing on entry... Should we come back later?"
...Damn it, you've seen me naked before—don't act so embarrassed now. Makes me feel like I did something wrong.