The Haughty Maid's Proper Lesson (1)
-Chirp, chirp. Birdsong accompanied the morning sunlight filtering in.
Sensing myself stirring awake to the sound, I opened my heavy eyelids and glanced around the room. Far too spacious for one person. Still filled with luxurious decorations, but the bed I lay on was a total wreck. And sprawled atop it in pitiful states were two women.
"Se... sex... no more... ♥"
"Haaah... Master... I'm so full now... ♥"
Petunia, lost to unconsciousness after back-to-back orgasms, and Senya, asleep with a blissful smile. Seeing them like that chased away any lingering drowsiness, swelling my chest with a surge of superiority. With this, I've fully conquered these two as well. What a rush of conquest.
"Master, may I enter?"
Then came a familiar voice with a knock at the door. My body tensed as I turned toward the entrance. Through the crack, a face I recognized appeared. The only female servant in this mansion—Ekaterina.
"Good morning, Master. Your bath is ready... Oh."
A gasp escaped her lips mid-greeting. No wonder, with the two women collapsed in a mess of semen. Feeling exposed in my debauched lifestyle, I cleared my throat awkwardly and addressed her.
"G-good morning, Ekaterina. I'm a bit worn out right now... I'll head over once I'm more awake."
"...Understood."
She replied curtly, sounding displeased, and withdrew. Even thinking back, that was embarrassing. I poked Petunia's cheek as she lay there.
"Hey, wake up. Time to wash up."
"Ughhh, I'm tired... Lemme sleep more."
"Get up."
"Nyaaah~ ♥♥♥"
Thrusting into her pussy sent her body bucking in climax. She's turned into a complete bitch now.
*****
It felt wrong to force the exhausted pair awake. Deciding to bathe first, I headed to the bathroom. Servants waiting in the changing room greeted me.
"Good morning, Master."
"We'll assist with your bath. This way..."
The male servants approached to undress me. But I couldn't stand their presence. They'd surround me like simpering girls, and I'd end up in some unseemly mess.
"No, I'll bathe alone. Leave."
"Pardon? But..."
"I said leave."
"Y-yes, sir. Understood."
They retreated reluctantly at my firm tone. Thank god I won't have to witness that gay shit. Stripping down and wrapping a towel around my waist, I entered the bath.
-Splash, splash.
Water sounds greeted me immediately. Fitting for a mansion like a fortress, the bath rivaled a public one—hot tub, cold plunge, even sauna... Damn, throw money at this and you can rent out paradise for yourself. All mine. Reveling in the exclusivity, I sank into the hot tub up to my shoulders.
"Haaah, feels like living."
The night's exertions melted from my muscles. Pure bliss, heaven on earth. So relaxing that despite being awake, drowsiness crept back in. If only I could squeeze a woman in here too. Got too carried away last night and wore them out.
"Master."
A voice startled me. Assuming it was one of the servants I'd dismissed, irritation flared as I prepared to snap at the intruder with a harsh tone.
"What? I said get ou—Gasp!?"
But facing her, shock burst from me instead. A reaction I'd never have if it'd been one of those effeminate men. I couldn't ignore this intruder. Because the one who'd entered was the mansion's sole female servant—Ekaterina.
"E-Ekaterina...? Why..."
"I overheard the other servants say you'd bathe alone, so I followed out of concern. We can't leave you to it by yourself, after all."
-Rustle.
She placed a hand on her towel, stepping closer. Tension gripped me as lust stirred; I averted my eyes subtly.
"No, I'm fine alone..."
"Status demands appropriate treatment. You're the one Lady Renes values most, Master. Even if it's burdensome, you should grow accustomed to having attendants."
She stopped just before the tub, stepping back deferentially before continuing.
"...That said, if it's too much, I'll withdraw. For a woman like me to gaze upon a man's nakedness is a grave sin."
She placed more weight on her actions than I'd expected. In my old world, a male servant entering a woman's bath was indeed criminal—but I was exempt from such norms here. No reason to refuse her.
"Nah, it's fine. I permit you to assist."
"...Are you certain?"
"Yeah, I could use the help. And you're the highest-ranking servant—best choice."
Plus, she's the most skilled at serving. Invited to join, she murmured "Understood" and took position beside me.
-Splash.
Her towel-clad form submerged. Through the steam, glimpses of her flawless skin and cleavage... Staring at the secrets barely concealed by that towel, I felt my lower half stirring beneath mine.
Hard again after last night? This body's stamina never ceases to amaze.
"Is the water to your liking?"
"Uh, yeah. It's good."
But if she noticed my erection, it might provoke a bad reaction. Crossing my legs to hide it, I asked tensely,
"Y-you're used to this kinda thing?"
"What do you mean by 'this'?"
"Bathing with the person you serve."
"I often assisted Lady Renes when she visited this annex. But..."
She swept wet hair back gracefully.
"This is my first time attending a man."
"Oh... I see."
"Yes, so I worry I might be a nuisance..."
"No, it's fine. I'm used to it."
Used? Hell, I'd welcome it. Exchanging nakedness with a beauty is always thrilling. Though I couldn't admit that to this haughty maid...
"Does that mean you're accustomed to... intimate relations with women?"
"Huh?"
Her sudden question drew a reflexive gasp. She met my eyes silently, then withdrew her impassive gaze and murmured,
"No, that was impertinent."
-Splash, splash.
Awkward silence followed. She stared at the rippling water; I fidgeted, desperate not to reveal my hard-on. After a while, she rose and moved to one spot.
"Enough soaking. Time to wash. I'll scrub your back. Over here..."
"Ah, sure."
A woman washing me personally. Not my first time, but tense nonetheless. Turning my back, she began rubbing with a soapy sponge.
"Is the pressure right?"
"Y-yeah. Feels good."
A woman—with a killer body, clad only in a towel—was washing me. The subtle stimulation made my cock twitch. Then she spoke softly.
"Those two are renowned knights, I hear."
"You mean Senya and Petunia?"
"Yes. And it seems you've formed... that kind of relationship with them."
Damn, she noticed. Hard to hide with them covered in cum. Embarrassed, she asked,
"Is that your usual routine?"
"...Usual?"
"Yes, using your body to satisfy the knights' lust..."
She trailed off, but the implication was clear. Did I regularly fuck knights like them as part of daily life?
"Yeah, pretty much. It's routine now."
Admitting it was embarrassing, especially after she'd seen everything—but lying felt pointless. As I spoke, her hands pressed harder on my back. She whispered,
"...Pitiful."
"What?"
"Nothing."
She resumed scrubbing. Once done, she stood.
"Your back's clean. I'll take my leave."
"Already?"
"It would be improper for a woman to wash you further."
True by this world's morals... but letting her go like this? My cock was throbbing—send her off with nothing?
"I-I..."
Regret loosened my tongue, spilling my desire.
"How about I wash your back?"
"...You'd wash mine, Master?"
"Yeah... You helped me, so fair's fair. Hard to reach your own back, right?"
She looked stunned briefly, pondered, then turned her back to me.
"A woman baring herself to a man may not look proper, but refusing your kindness goes against a servant's duty. I'll gratefully accept."
"Uh, good."
Taking it too seriously? Whatever—more contact's a win for me.
"Then... remove your towel?"
"Yes..."
Seated with her back to me, she reached for her towel. I watched intently, swallowing hard, reining in surging excitement. Just her back, but seeing this woman's nakedness... Her skin must be exquisite. Rub it right, touch her, build the mood, and topple her...
-Rustle.
The towel fell away. As I reached with the sponge, my breath caught at her revealed back.
Far broader than expected, muscled and firm. Worst, deep scars crisscrossed it—marks of brutal battles.
"Quite unsightly, isn't it?"
Choked, she continued tonelessly.
"Remnants from my battlefield days. I retired upon feeling my limits and now serve Lady Renes."
"Ah... the battlefield..."
"I imagine it's burdensome for a man to see."
"N-no, scars happen. No big deal."
I sponged her back, but my hands trembled with tension and dismay. Right—this world's where women handle all the heavy lifting. Enough to wilt my earlier erection.