Professor Rosalyn's Paizuri & Rimming Lesson
Until now, Silen had been locked away in a room of her own, living off whatever food the maids brought her, and so she had never once set foot outside it.
She had no intention of wasting this chance. Sticking close behind Jisu, she committed every corridor and chamber of the estate to memory, one detail at a time.
So this is the mansion… It looks rather different from the rumors of a den of chaos dripping with love juices and semen.
At a glance it was elegant — well-kept works of art lined the halls, expensive carpets covered the floors. The gold-ornamented railings and doors were impressive even to Silen, who was a noble rather than a soldier.
She even spotted a maid emerging from a refined, old-fashioned chamber. Whether sex slaves, servants, or mistresses, people in a place like this usually lived in the basement or some dingy corner room. Yet the maids here — maids in name only — seemed to live better than most minor nobles. Their attire was less vulgar than she had expected, too. There was a touch of exposure, yes, but nothing beyond what one could reasonably accept.
Every time Jisu passed, the maids bowed as one. The smiles on their faces were not forced; even Silen could see how natural they were.
At the same time, she found herself marveling at the estate's thorough fortification, which even her limited senses could detect. Every single room was defended like a military outpost. Touch a door without permission and a powerful barrier would fling you back at once — and such wards were installed on every chamber.
The layout itself was built like a fortress designed for defense, allowing a few to hold off many. Ordinarily, thorough fortification ruined a building's beauty, and a mansion built for beauty left gaps in its defenses. Whether viewed through a soldier's eyes or a noble's, this estate was ideal in every respect.
Of course, that was hardly welcome news to Silen. If this was all she could grasp with her restricted senses, she could not even begin to imagine how much more meticulous the hidden defensive systems beyond must be.
"Well? Don't they all look happy?"
"I wouldn't know."
"If you submit completely, you can be that happy too."
"I will never be happy under you."
"We'll see about that."
When they finally arrived at Rosalyn's door, Silen was forced to strap an egg-shaped magic tool to her waist.
"What… is this?"
"If you don't masturbate diligently, the other maids will activate it and force you to feel good. I'll be judging you objectively, so do it properly."
"I was already planning to… even without you saying so."
"Then go in and sit."
They opened Rosalyn's door and stepped inside. Rosalyn was already waiting for Jisu, fully made up — not so much for her own sake as with a carefully measured touch of color meant to seduce a man, never overdone.
"You dressed up cute. What do you want to do?"
"The wild party after you came home last time was wonderful, but… since everything was shared among all the maids, the amount of semen that entered my body was far too little. For today, please fill my womb, my pussy, my ass, and my mouth entirely with what is Master's — remake this body into Master's meat toilet once again."
"Then you should start by getting into toilet position, shouldn't you?"
"Yes, heh…"
Whether a switch had already flipped inside her or not, the chill that entered Jisu's voice made Rosalyn's hips twitch. She dropped to her knees on the floor and tipped her head back slightly.
"P-please sit… You can store your cock… right here, between my breasts!"
Following her invitation, Jisu settled slowly onto her. His already erect, massive cock was swallowed between her breasts as if thrusting down from above. Even as he lowered himself, Rosalyn planted wet little kisses on whatever part of his ass her mouth could reach.
Deliberately loud, she left red lipstick marks on both cheeks, then buried her pretty nose deep between them and kept inhaling. Jisu, seated on her face, wore an expression of pure coldness — and somehow that only seemed to heighten Rosalyn's pleasure.
Indeed, a silver thread of fluid was already stretching from her pussy and soaking the floor. After savoring Jisu's scent with long, deep breaths, Rosalyn set her tongue to work.
She lapped around his anus to ease the tension, then pushed her tongue straight inside. Her thick tongue forced its way in and licked him open from the entrance outward.
As if determined to relish the taste, she would pull that fully buried tongue back out, roll it in her mouth to coat it with spit, and push it in again — over and over.
"Nngh…"
"Slurp!! Schlurp! Schluuurp!"
"Been a while since you sucked it, huh? Tastes that good?"
"N-not at all, heh… Master's ass would taste wonderful even if I licked it every hour of every day. Aah…"
She was not merely thrusting her tongue in. Having rimmed him hundreds of times before, Rosalyn already knew exactly how to make Jisu feel the best.
She drove her tongue in deep enough to lick his prostate, flicking it up and down in quick little laps. She pressed her face against his relaxed, heavy balls and nuzzled them with kisses. She sealed her lips against his perineum and sucked, then pushed her tongue back inside — the whole performance looked far more like a whore's than a maid's. In truth, even a whore would probably have fled if ordered to copy what she was doing. But today Rosalyn was a meat toilet, and she carried it out without a moment's hesitation.
She did not neglect his cock, either. The shaft that had been thrust down between her cleavage like a downward insertion was rubbed and stroked as she rocked her body. Pre-cum dripped steadily, soaking her chest and her clothes.
A high-difficulty dual service — paizuri and toilet duty at once — while supporting Jisu's full weight with nothing but her neck. She looked less like a person than a piece of furniture; a masturbation tool, a toilet, suited her far better.
—Squirt! Squirrt!
When Jisu shifted his weight slightly backward and bore down harder, a fountain erupted from Rosalyn's pussy. Her back arched further and her posture wavered, but she somehow held on and kept working her tongue.
By the time her makeup had begun to melt and run, the long session of rimming and paizuri had left his cock so sensitive it shuddered on the edge of climax.
"C-cum… please cum, Mashter… Your semen… into this semen meat toilet…"
Clutching his cock as if embracing it, Rosalyn pressed her face closer to his ass than ever and worked her tongue at a frantic pace, rubbing him with her whole body at the same time.
"Kh… fuck—"
—Spurt! Spuurt!
Her passionate service paid off. Jisu began to cum between her breasts — though calling it "between her breasts" might have been a stretch. His cock was so oversized that it painted her belly and pussy white instead. Rosalyn scooped up every drop of the semen that left her body slick and sticky, carried it to her mouth, and swallowed it down.
Afterward, Jisu rose from the face he had been sitting on. After several dozen minutes of ass-licking service, Rosalyn's body had locked solid in toilet position.
That vulgar posture, combined with her melted and running black eyeliner, gave her the air of a sex slave who had been used for hours. And since Rosalyn truly was Jisu's sex slave, the impression was not exactly wrong.
"Snap out of it. How long are you planning to stay in toilet position?"
"Yesh, heh."
With a callous grab of her hair, Jisu hauled Rosalyn up and flung her onto the bed. A vibrating dildo was already buried in her rear hole — even for Rosalyn, taking Jisu's cock in the ass with no preparation at all would have been dangerous.
"Should I fuck your ass first, your pussy first, or start with some foreplay?"
"Foreplay…? Please… start with foreplay…"
"Alright."
Being handled roughly was Rosalyn's preference, and simply being near Jisu was enough to soak her dedicated, well-used pussy — but even she sometimes craved something gentle enough to call foreplay.
So she had asked for it… yet Jisu's idea of foreplay was rather different.
—Slap!
"Nngh!"
He started with a hard slap across her face, then immediately drove a clenched fist into her belly.
"M-Master, this is what you call foreplay…?"
"Foreplay is whatever gets a woman's juices flowing so sex goes smoother, right?"
"Yes, heh… that's right…"
"And the only way I know to get Rosalyn's juices flowing better is by hitting her womb. So this is me doing foreplay."
"Hnn… I love it. I'm Master's, so please… foreplay however you like…"
—Thud!
Jisu's fist slammed into her belly, and just as he had said, her pussy gaped and poured out a thick flood of love juices.
"Oghk! Ogohk! Ogogohk!"
"Looking a little cold over there, Silen?"
"Fuck me… please fuck me… I'm so wet already… Master's huge cock… put it in me now!"
"She can't even hear me anymore. Figures — Rosalyn's useless for anything except as an onahole."
Even while taking punches to the gut, Rosalyn spread her legs and enticed him. Jisu had no reason to refuse. He rubbed his semen-smeared cock lightly against her pussy, then drove it all the way in in a single thrust.
—Schlick.
"Haaaaaaaah!!!!"
"Quiet. You'll startle Silen next to you."
Shoving his fingers into Rosalyn's open mouth, Jisu began to work his hips in earnest.