The Maid Emma

Bran Stark.

That was the name of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠character I'd transmigrated into.

The black sheep of House Stark. A good-for-nothing wastrel.

For now I was living the sweet life under the family's protection, but...

'Before long, this family falls too.'

I knew. I knew exactly what storms this household was destined to weather.

So how was I supposed to survive the catastrophic crisis that lay ahead?

Swordsmanship? Magic?

Until yesterday I'd been an ordinary modern man — there was no way I'd know any of that.

The only thing I could rely on was this bare body of mine.

And within the entire household, the only person I could truly call my ally was the maid standing before me — Emma.

I slowly pushed myself up in bed and looked at her lovely face.

"Emma? What brings you here so late?"

She carefully extended her hand.

"I heard you were hurt during training. So..."

In her palm sat a jar of healing salve.

Emma's gaze swept over my body, and her face crumpled at the sight of the wounds scattered across it.

"Oh my, look at these... They'll scar at this rate. Honestly, isn't the training captain being far too hard on you?"

Her delicately pursed lips hardened into a firm line.

"This won't do. The next time I see him, I'm giving him a piece of my mind."

An adorable reaction.

I chuckled and played along. "Well, it's because I'm such a screw-up."

In an instant her expression changed, her brows twitching as though she were angry on my behalf.

"That's not true! You're the one who will raise House Stark's renown to even greater heights, Young Master!"

I swallowed a bitter laugh.

'Could I, really?'

The original owner of this body did eventually awaken, sure. But the current me? No talent, no swordsmanship, nothing.

'Come on, won't a status window pop up or something? That's standard equipment in every one of these otherworld stories...'

And at that very moment—

Ding—

A 3D hologram bloomed into existence in the empty air.

My eyes flew wide open in shock.

'A status window actually appeared? But... devour Emma?'

Emma's alluring face swam before my eyes as she worked the salve into my skin.

It was true that her voluptuous, silky-smooth body was enough to stir me just from looking at it.

'Of course I want to sleep with her too, but a sex mission out of nowhere? What the hell am I supposed to do with this?'

Even in the original story, Bran and Emma had never become lovers...

But then—

Once again.

Ding.

'Inventory?'

Click.

'Whoa. Five times the lust?'

In games, when an item like this drops, the rule is simple: use it, no questions asked.

I immediately dragged the Powder of Seduction over and dropped it right on top of Emma.

Whooooosh!

Accompanied by a sound effect, an animation of purple powder swirling through the air unfolded before me.

Of course, this was a phenomenon only I could see and hear.

A moment later, I stealthily reached out and caught Emma's hand as she rubbed the salve into my skin.

She flinched hard, her eyes going round, and hastily snatched her hand back.

I grumbled inwardly.

'What, does the thing actually work or not?'

Withdrawing even her salve-applying touch, she said,

"I think that's just about all of it. Please be careful not to get hurt again tomorrow. Well then, I'll take my leave."

The moment Emma turned to go, panic seized me.

'No — if I let her walk out like this, I fail the mission!'

I sprang up and wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her tight against me.

"Emma, wait. Just a moment."

The soft, ample swell of her breasts pressed against my forearms.

And then—

Were her nipples stiff and erect?

"Hnnngh..."

Her face flushed crimson as a strange moan slipped out of her.

I rejoiced inwardly.

'Oh-ho... so it did work. She's just barely holding it in, isn't she?'

I pulled Emma harder against me, and her body surrendered helplessly to my embrace.

"N-no, Young Master! I'm merely a maid...!"

Her voice trembled.

But unlike her rejecting gestures, I didn't miss the quiet anticipation blooming deep within her eyes.

I turned her around to face me.

At some point we'd drifted close enough for our noses to nearly touch.

Gulp.

The sound of her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠swallowing rang out like a clap of thunder.

She shyly dipped her head, gaze darting away.

"Ah... we shouldn't... really..."

But contrary to her words, she stopped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠resisting and slowly closed her eyes.

I pressed my lips to her red, plump ones.

Smooch.

Her moist lips parted, and a sweet tongue came out to meet mine.

Chuuup! Chup-chup!

"Haaaahn..."

The kiss alone sent bolts of pleasure crackling up and down my spine.

My cock hardened, precum already leaking from the tip.

'Wow. I'm kissing a beauty like this!'

When the long kiss finally ended, our lips parted with a wet sound.

"Haaaaah..."

Her sweet breath spilled out between us.

I walked to the bed and lay down, and Emma — as if drawn by some irresistible force — came into my arms and nestled against me.

Like a child opening a gift box, she began carefully undoing the buttons of my shirt one by one.

Her white fingertips traced gently over my exposed abs, her warm breath tickling my skin.

Her lukewarm tongue glided across my flesh, caressing it.

Slurp! Chuuup!

Savoring that sensual touch, I reached out and peeled her maid uniform off her shoulders.

The breasts that sprang free were enormous enough to feast the eyes on — and beautifully shaped, too.

My hand moved on pure instinct, seizing that abundance in one greedy grab.

Jiggle!

Elasticity and size that drew a gasp of admiration out of me.

'G-cup? Or H-cup?'

She pressed her pussy against my cock and began to grind.

Her crotch was already drenched with her juices, slick and ready.

"Aah..."

Catching sight of the huge silhouette of my cock straining against my pants, she could apparently hold back no longer and slipped her hand inside.

So she could explore my cock freely, I stripped my pants off.

Clatter.

My rigid, throbbing erection sprang out like a released spring.

Her face — already leaning in, eager and waiting — took a smack! right across the cheek.

The precum gathered at my tip smeared across her face, leaving a glistening trail of clear wetness.

Slapped out of nowhere by my massive glans, she looked up at me and smiled bashfully.

"My, Young Master. You've become a man before I knew it."

She buried her face between my legs and began sucking my cock like a woman possessed.

Churuuuup!

Chup-chup-chup.

Like a beggar starved for days, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she devoured me ravenously.

"Haaaaah..."

My glans was quickly slathered in her saliva, slick and glistening.

Looking up at me with a shamelessly lewd face, she murmured,

"Young Master, can I put it in now? Please. I want it inside me."

As if I'd been waiting for exactly that, I nodded.

"Yeah..."

She climbed on top of me, her pink pussy quivering with need.

Then, aiming my cock at her entrance, she gripped my shaft firmly in her hand.

Her face bloomed wide with anticipation of the pleasure to come.

Her big, round ass slowly sank down.

Shluup!

"Haah!"

Her dripping-wet pussy swallowed my glans in one gulp.

Her warm depths wrapped around my cock with a soft, yielding embrace.

Gently, slowly, her hips began to rise and fall.

"Ahhn!"

Emma shuddered as the ecstasy spread through her.

Up and down, the motion continued without pause.

What had begun with just my glans teasing her entrance was soon buried to the very root.

Squelch! Squelch!

Cloudy love juices dripped down in thick strands like syrup.

"Haah! Hahk!"

Creak! Creak!

The deeper my cock plunged, the louder her cries grew.

"Haah! Hah! Haaaaahn!"

I gave her a warning.

"Shh — you're too loud. The head butler might hear."

She nodded that she understood, then flicked out her tongue and licked my long, thick fingers.

She looked as adorable as a puppy.

I sat up, laid her down beneath me, and began driving into her from above.

Thwack-squelch! Thwack-squelch!

My club of a cock hammered her inner walls without a shred of mercy.

"Hik...!"

Barely muffling her escaping moans with her pretty hands, she gasped,

"Mmph...ph! Your cock, Young Master... it feels so good."

I asked, rocking my hips harder.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

"Yeah? Does it taste that good?"

"Ahhk!"

She shot me a sidelong glance, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Yesh! Your cock, Young Master... sho tashty... Hik!"

She sank completely into rapture.

Her eyes rolled back white.

"Ahhn~! Young Master, I love it! Young Master, ah~ah!"

Lost in a trance, she let out a scream of a moan.

Watching a beauty like Emma tremble beneath me in the throes of orgasm, an electric thrill surged through me — and the urge to release came rushing up.

"Ugh!"

I yanked my cock out.

Pop.

Her sticky juices stretched in long strands like melted pizza cheese.

Like a first-class firefighter blasting a water cannon into a blaze, I gripped my cock and erupted all over her face.

She quickly opened her mouth wide, tongue out.

Splurt! Gush, gush.

A truly impressive amount of semen kept pouring out.

Gulp. Gulp.

Having caught every last drop of my pearly seed in her mouth, she collapsed softly onto the bed, utterly spent.

Her body still trembled now and then, aftershocks of lingering pleasure rippling through her.

Ding.

The sound effect I was already growing used to.

I smiled as I gazed at the status window floating in the air.