Chapter 49: Impure Service (3)
Chapter 49: Impure Service (3)
Carla gave a shy, beaming smile.
“Thank you for the meal.”
“…….”
To an outsider, it might have looked like she’d just finished a gourmet dessert.
Perhaps it was a habit ingrained in her bones, but it was a refined, innocent smile that brought to mind a noble lady enjoying tea time.
…Even though what she had actually swallowed was my semen.
Thinking back, Carla possessed a somewhat paradoxical charm.
When I first saw her at the auction house, she gave the impression of a high-end piece of craftsmanship that one wouldn't dare touch—yet a single look from those teary eyes was enough to trigger a primal urge to conquer.
Even now, every gesture exuded elegance, yet she had just been sucking my dick between my legs.
Perhaps that was why I found her so alluring.
I watched her for a moment, feeling a bit sentimental.
Carla wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up unsteadily.
It wasn't that she tripped or that her legs had given out. The bed was simply so soft that she momentarily lost her balance.
However, the resulting sway of her body was truly a sight to behold.
Slap!
“Ah!”
With a short cry, Carla’s breasts shook violently. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in my ears.
“Whoa.”
Amidst the lethargy following ejaculation, a sense of satisfaction—or perhaps happiness—began to naturally seep in.
I could guarantee that if the "one Carla per household" policy were ever realized, world peace would be achieved, and smiles would never leave people's faces.
But that was impossible.
Not just because there was only one of her, but because Carla belonged exclusively to me.
I was the only one who got to keep her.
While I was internally offering my condolences to the poor souls who didn't have a Carla of their own, she composed herself and cleared her throat as if she hadn't almost fallen.
“Ahem. Did you enjoy my service, Master?”
“Yeah. I can’t exactly say it was bad after blowing that much.”
“I’m glad. But… you aren’t satisfied yet, are you?”
Carla stared at my dick, which was still erect despite having just ejaculated.
Come to think of it, I was always the one looking down because Carla would usually kneel or crawl on the floor of her own accord.
This was the first time I’d experienced Carla looking down at me.
I nodded, thinking that this wasn't bad in its own way.
“It can’t be helped, right? I’ve only come once.”
It turned out the innate magic stat didn't just increase the size of my equipment; it boosted my stamina as well.
Though, in this case, regardless of magic stats or anything else, I was hard again simply because Carla was so damn sexy.
Even if my stamina had been average, I probably would have managed to get it up in front of her.
Just when did Carla become such a walking sex machine?
While I was lost in thought, Carla—whose large breasts were fully exposed while her lower half remained neatly dressed in her maid uniform—spoke up.
“Don’t worry, Master. I can serve you whenever and as much as you want. If it wasn't enough, we can just do more. …Ah, but first.”
Carla paused, reached under her skirt, and fumbled for a moment.
Soon, she pulled out a pair of panties and dropped them onto the bed.
My outer clothes, neatly folded, stood in stark contrast to her maid uniform top and underwear, which had been tossed aside carelessly.
Carla, who had been so careful with my clothes while treating her own with such disregard, slowly began to lift her skirt.
The maid uniform skirt, which usually didn't even reveal her ankles, began to rise, exposing her calves, then her knees, and finally her thighs.
Bit by bit. Until, finally, her inner thighs were revealed.
“Whoa….”
Her shapely labia majora, the faint down of pubic hair dusting them, and a wet crevice that was visible even to the naked eye.
Carla, having exposed her pussy by lifting her own skirt, continued.
“Would it be alright if I served you with my lower mouth instead of my upper one this time?”
“…Sounds good. I told you, serving me is a reward in itself. Do whatever you want.”
“Hehe… Thank you, Master.”
For some reason, Carla gave a lewd smile and proceeded to strip off her skirt as well.
Then, she slowly crouched down. I thought she was going to slide right onto it.
“Up we go.”
But instead of inserting it, Carla simply climbed on top of me.
I watched, wondering what she was doing if not going straight for cowgirl.
Carla leaned forward and began to unbutton my shirt, one by one.
Pop. Pop.
The look of intense concentration on her face had a different kind of charm than usual.
Especially since that expression was born from her focus on undressing me.
It didn't take long for Carla to undo all the buttons.
Her serious expression quickly crumbled, replaced by a mix of tension and anticipation, as if she were looking at a treasure chest.
Gulp.
Carla, now literally salivating, carefully slid her hands inside my shirt.
“Hehehe….”
She giggled as she began to feel up my upper body.
In the process, my collar naturally fell open. Carla’s smile deepened, seemingly preferring this look.
…What is this?
She definitely said she was going to serve me, but she’s just fulfilling her own desires.
I watched her antics in disbelief. Perhaps she felt my gaze.
“Ah, ahem.”
Carla cleared her throat as if suddenly snapping back to reality.
However, she shamelessly moved on to the next step as if nothing had happened.
“Then, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, Master.”
Carla, who had been sitting with her knees on either side of me, began to crawl upward.
All the way up to my collarbone.
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
I didn't mind the view, considering her pussy was right in front of my face, but I couldn't fathom what she was planning.
“I’m going to make your dick a little harder.”
“It’s plenty hard already….”
But Carla shook her head with a firm attitude.
“I’m sure this will feel better. Please trust me, Master.”
“Well, if you say so.”
I nodded as if telling her to go ahead. Carla gave a bright smile and braced her hands behind her.
Naturally, her hips pushed forward, making her pussy—which was already right there—even more visible.
I could clearly feel the sensation of her pussy flesh, softer than any other part of her body, pressing down on my torso.
But this was just the warm-up.
“Then, I’ll begin.”
Carla began to move her hips back and forth.
Slide. Slide.
Carla’s pussy rubbed naturally against my upper body.
“Ngh… Haa….”
I felt the soft texture against my chest and the hard clitoris in between.
But the crowning touch was undoubtedly Carla’s love nectar, which was steadily soaking my body.
“Haa… I’m rubbing my pussy on Master’s body… Ngh!”
“Are you using me as fapping material…?”
She really was just satisfying her own desires!
When I muttered that in disbelief, Carla shamelessly shook her head.
“Me, masturbating with Master? That’s a misunderstanding. I’m simply massaging Master with the softest part of my body, you know?”
She then reached back with one hand, grabbed my dick, and smirked.
“Look. You’ve become so majestic. The massage is clearly working.”
“No, I mean….”
How could I not be aroused in this situation?
Her pussy flesh was squishing right before my eyes, and I could feel that sensation all over me.
Carla ignored my reaction and continued to move.
“It seems Master likes it too, so I’ll keep going… Mmm….”
Slide. Slide.
Carla slowly moved away, continuing to rub her pussy against my body.
The pussy-rubbing that started at my chest left a trail of love nectar as it moved down to my abdomen, and then toward my dick.
“Mmm… Master is… haa… covered in my love nectar… haa….”
Carla was no longer even trying to hide her mutterings.
Indeed, the amount of love nectar flowing out increased as she moved lower.
Carla’s pussy, now as slick as if it had been oiled, passed my lower abdomen and finally reached my dick.
Slide. Slide.
“Haa… Master’s dick… it’s so hot….”
First it was rubbed against my chest, and now my crotch was being rubbed by her pussy flesh.
Carla shook her hips for a long time, as if trying to coat my member evenly with her love nectar… but all things must come to an end.
Once both Carla and I were completely drenched, she finally lifted her hips, seemingly unable to hold back any longer.
Carla spread her pussy with one hand, showing me the inside.
“Haa… I’ll make you feel… so good, Master… So please, pour your seed into my womb whenever and as many times as you want.”
Saying so, she used her other hand to grab my dick and aim it at her vaginal opening.
She kept her upper body leaned back and her hips pushed forward.
It wasn't just my imagination that she seemed to be showing me the process of insertion.
Squelch.
My lower half forced its way into Carla’s narrow vaginal opening.
The sensation of the inside of her vagina felt the same as usual, but because Carla was the one putting it in, it felt as if my member was being devoured by her pussy.
Perhaps thanks to the overflowing love nectar, Carla’s pussy swallowed my dick all the way to the base in one go.
The moment the tip of my glans knocked against her cervix—
“H-hyah!!”
Carla’s body went rigid as if struck by lightning.
And then.
Drip, drip, drip….
I felt a lukewarm liquid against my lower abdomen.
Carla had come spectacularly, spraying love nectar everywhere.
Looking at Carla, whose back was arched like a bow, I couldn't help but let it slip.
“…Loser pussy.”
After talking so much about how she was going to drain me, this was it?