First Encounter with Selena (1)
"...What the fuck is going on?"
I muttered blankly, looking around. After a stream of system messages flashed by, I came to my senses in the middle of some ridiculously luxurious room. It was several times more opulent than any five-star hotel suite I'd only seen in photos.
Jackpot, I get that much... but...
What the hell was the Hero's Treasury? Auto-assigned race and class? None of the strategy guides mentioned shit like this.
First things first, status window.
Title:Apostle of the Creator God
Name: Leightiga | Race/Job: Gazheim / No Job | Lv. 1
"Fuck, I'm screwed?"
Designated cards give you exactly 200 stat points at the end of the tutorial, but every single one of mine was already at 200. HP and MP were a whopping 100 times the base values. Race too. The best known races were Celestial and Demon, but the tooltip said this was divine—specifically, a god-human hybrid.
"What's this title?"
In this game, your job restricts gear and skills. Like, if you're a mage wearing heavy armor, your agility tanks. But my title gave a 200% boost to all skills and items, plus it deleted job penalties. In short, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, job be damned.
"...So what now?"
Jackpot was great, but once the excitement faded, I felt stuck. Tutorial should've kicked in by now. No quests, no guide NPC. How the hell do I get out of here?
That's when someone knocked. Knock knock.
"Pardon the intrusion, Master."
Master? That for me?
The woman who appeared was a stunning blonde with green eyes. She wore a sheer white dress that revealed more than half her breasts and stomach—scandalously designed. Her skin and figure didn't even look human.
"I am Selena, the manager of this place and your personal maid, Master."
"...My maid?"
"Yes. I am here to provide guidance and assistance for your first time in this world."
So that's how the tutorial works. But maid sounds different from a regular servant.
"What exactly do you do?"
"Explanations and demonstrations for using the Hero's Treasury, training help for any skills you desire. And I ensure your comfortable living."
"Comfortable living... like cleaning or meals?"
"Yes. And anything else you need."
"Then..."
Gulp. I swallowed without thinking. With that insane body and face, who'd not get hard? And she obeys any order?
"Come sit on my lap."
"Pardon? Why so suddenly..."
"You said you follow orders, right?"
"...Understood."
Selena hesitated but approached, her face slightly flushed, eyes trembling—like any real person.
How the fuck is this an NPC?
The feel of her ass on my thigh was pure bliss. I wrapped an arm around her waist and groped her breast.
"Ahhn... Master..."
A sweet moan escaped her lips.
"Ha... fucking killer."
Why did my stomach bloat just from touching? Every tit I'd felt before was fake as shit. This was unreal—perfect size, feel, bounce. Even over clothes, waves of ecstasy hit. Seconds of harassment never felt this electric. Soft like marshmallow outside, springy like a rubber ball inside. No natural or surgical rack could match this.
"Hnnng..."
"Feels good?"
Her eyes met mine as she bit her lip, stifling moans. I grinned and grabbed her bare tit under the dress. Her hardened nipple dug delightfully between my fingers.
"Krr..."
Just removing one layer of fabric made it worlds better? Rubbing her nipple had precum drooling from my cock like piss. This tiny nub embodied sex.
"M-Master...!"
"Say no if you hate it."
"N-Not that..."
Selena was rubbing her thighs together. Then she looked up desperately.
"C-Can I... kiss you...?"
"What?"
"I-I tried to hold back... but your touch feels too good... and besides."
"Besides?"
"...No man in the world could be as handsome as you, Master."
The power of 200 Charm, huh. Normally, female NPCs need 60+ affinity for romance, 80+ for skinship—hand-holding or hugs at best. For anything lewd, 90+ plus special conditions, like real dating. But Selena's master-servant bond plus Charm made her wide open.
"Let's see my maid's skills then."
I stripped off her top entirely—it was barely fabric. Slipping the straps revealed her plump tits and slim waist. Her nipples, bigger than her face's width at center, were vivid pink.
I pulled her waist tight, teasing her nipples relentlessly. She tentatively wrapped fingers behind my neck.
"P-Pardon me..."
"Go wild."
Her face neared; a fresh fruit-like scent brushed my nose. She licked my jaw and lips gently, then nipped my lower lip with hers.
"Chuu... Hoo."
Her hot breaths sent shivers. I wanted to devour her mouth, but held back for more pleasure, groping rougher.
"Haahk... Churrup..."
Short moan, then lips met. One hand caressed my ear as her tongue probed slowly—tapping teeth and gums, tickling palate, then sucking mine deep. Silky texture enveloped my tongue; I groaned involuntarily.
"Mmmph..."
"Chuuup... Churrup, chuup. Haaum..."
Damn, gonna cum from kissing. Not joking—precum leaked like a faucet. She helps with skill training; does that include skinship skills?
"Haa, Selena...!"
"M-Master... Hnngh, aaahn..."
Couldn't hold back; hand dove under her skirt. Shockingly, she spread her legs, twisting to guide my hand to her pussy.
Squelch.
Panties soaked. Just rubbing, and sticky juices clung.
"Clothes... off..."
"If it's your command..."
Selena stood from my lap. Hand behind back, her dress slipped to the floor.
"Fucking hell..."
Underneath: a thong, T-back style. White lace buried between thighs, axe-wound blatant. Puffy labia smooth, hairless.
She tugged the waist string; soaked panties dropped.
"Shall I prepare you too, Master?"
"No need."
My cock was about to burst. Amateur hand or mouth job now, and I'd blow without penetrating.
"Then..."
Selena smiled seductively, backing away. I followed, entranced.
"Please undress too, Master."
"Ah, yeah."
She sat on the huge sofa, legs spread. Fingered her clit, then pulled labia apart.
"My virginity, awaiting only you... Please inspect."
Moist folds revealed twitching walls—and a thin, intact hymen.
"Pretty. Clean pink."
"Do you like it?"
"Beg now. Make me wanna fuck you."
"So mean..."
Blushing, she raised arms exposing armpits. One leg off sofa, other hooked on edge, pussy wide open.
"Pierce my cherished virginity mercilessly with your mighty cock, Master. Thrust deep and rough, filling my womb..."
"Fuck, you slut!"
I grabbed her waist, slamming my cock in.
SPLAT!
"Aaaahhhk!"
My swollen glans tore her hymen, splitting walls. She screamed-head thrown back. Tight virgin grip milked me. Slick juices let me bury to the hilt, tip hitting something soft yet firm.
"Gh... all the way... in."
Selena gazed with trembling eyes. Saliva dripped from half-open lips under flushed cheeks.
"How's... my pussy...?"