1★ Maid Mary's Rice Bowl
Charlotte lay sprawled across the bed, limp and spent. Her pale white skin was covered in red lip marks and handprints—a sight that felt almost pitiful, yet still arousing. Still caught in the aftershocks of climax, her waist and lower belly twitched forward and back.
Having poured out every last scrap of her accumulated frustration and desire, Charlotte had turned the bed into laundry, and she was so thoroughly limp she couldn't even clean up after herself. Thanks to that, the explanation that followed came from Mary the maid herself.
"So, what's this about? Ah… I'm not saying no, of course. Having a beauty like you handed over to me is nothing but good news."
"You're quite the lecher, aren't you, Lord Roland."
After a round of sex far more explicit and sticky than Charlotte's first night, the young maid's entire face—not just her earlobes—had gone bright red. She struggled to maintain her usual cool demeanor as she explained the reason, which turned out to be rather absurd.
Just as Charlotte had come seeking him after hearing his dirty talk from Lady Zoe, who handled her private etiquette tutoring, noble ladies apparently shared information among themselves about things they could enjoy in secret. You know the type—buying dildos under the pretense of "treating neurosis" and that sort of thing.
And that peculiar mindset had been passed straight down to Mary the maid.
"It's a bit embarrassing to say this myself, but Lady Charlotte treats me like a true sister."
"Yeah, that much is clear."
Mary was a maid, after all. As a maid of House Cavendish, she was supposed to serve Charlotte—and yet here she was, still attending to Charlotte after she'd fled the family and entered the Magic Tower. How much resolve must it have taken for a maid to abandon her house and follow the young lady she'd served?
Well, Charlotte herself had grabbed hold of the Hero's coattails and was thriving at the Magic Tower, so she probably wasn't wanting for material comforts.
She'd followed Charlotte out of the family, stayed by her side during research at the Magic Tower, and even stuck right next to her when Charlotte barged into a man's room to discard her virginity and block an arranged marriage—helping clean up after the sex, no less.
"So Charlotte wanted you to… well, experience a woman's pleasure too."
"…Yes, that's correct. If you find it unappealing, then—eh?!"
"I already told you. Having a beauty like you handed over is fine by me."
So from Charlotte's perspective, it was a deeply sisterly tale: having experienced the soft, fluffy pleasure Lady Zoe had promised on her first time, she wanted her maid—more precious than family—to experience it as well.
Having finished speaking, Mary tried to pull back a little in embarrassment, but there was no reason to spit out a piece of meat that had rolled into one's mouth. I reflexively caught her wrist as she edged away—but a problem arose.
This inn only had private single rooms, so there was nowhere to put Charlotte, who was currently occupying the bed. I couldn't exactly dump a woman who'd passed out from pleasure onto the stone floor. …So we'd have to move rooms.
"In that case, I'd like you to show me to the room Charlotte reserved."
"Pardon? …Understood."
Having been thoroughly soothed while I pounded that discontented mage's pussy, Mary the maid seemed to have melted right along with her—her usual cool composure nowhere to be found, completely disheveled.
It wasn't me who stopped her as she turned toward the door, but Charlotte, who had managed to push herself up from the bed—apparently recovering a bit of stamina while we talked. Covered in sweat, dripping a cocktail of semen and love juices from her pussy, she barely managed to catch the hem of Mary's skirt with a feeble hand.
"Waaait… just a moment…"
"Ah, my lady? You've woken up."
"How could you sneak off with the most important part, Mary?"
Her tone was slow and scolding, at odds with the trembling hand that held on. Mary went rigid as if Charlotte's voice were a tiger's roar.
Sneak off with what?
"You have to do it… in front of me."
"B-but the bed is far too narrow…"
"Don't worry. I've recovered a bit of strength, so I'll sit in the chair and rest."
Watching. So that was the condition.
Whatever she was thinking, I supposed I had to accept that they were close enough to want to share even the most private of moments. After all, Charlotte had shown Mary everything—from the moment she lost her virginity to the moment she fainted with a cock inside her.
Sisters get along better when things are equal; one-sided showing isn't good. Thinking that, I pulled Mary's wrist and hoisted her up, and Charlotte immediately used magic to tidy the bedding as if matching my rhythm.
Faced with the two of us suddenly working in perfect sync, Mary—stiff as a herbivore with a predator's jaws at its neck—was laid down on the bed, now soft and fresh thanks to magic. Had she used water magic to wipe away all the moisture—love juices, semen, and filth alike?
"Ah, um, th—I'm a first-timer too, you know? On my lady's first night, you were more gentle—mmph?!"
Chuuup—
So the plan she'd cooked up while rolling her eyes around was to confess her virginity.
Apparently she'd just remembered that on Charlotte's first night, I'd been considerate—letting her feel pleasure at a leisurely pace, not pushing her to the point of fainting. But that had been because the expedition to track the Full Moon Wolf's trail had to depart, so I'd forced my erection down out of consideration.
Today, there was absolutely no reason for that.
Mary had come dressed lightly—apparently wearing thief-class adventurer gear instead of a maid uniform, given that they were heading to the higher floors of the Tower. She'd left her leather armor and daggers behind to avoid misunderstandings, so her outfit was quite light.
Or rather, it was more reasonable to assume she'd stripped them off in advance, knowing this would happen.
"Whoa, it's like you're devouring her…"
Charlotte murmured in surprise from the sidelines as I kissed Mary with such ferocity. I pressed my lips hard against hers, shutting down whatever she'd been about to ramble about, then casually peeled off her neat one-piece dress.
Unlike her mischievous young lady, she'd carefully matched her top and bottom underwear—a set of light blue lingerie that looked rather high-end for a maid. Her breasts weren't as large as her mistress's, but as befitting a thief, her body was a bit firmer, which made for a nice view.
Where Charlotte's body had offered no resistance at all—fingers sinking in as if you could touch bone—Mary's breasts felt like pressing a firm rubber ball. They lacked overwhelming size or the softness that could bury a person, but they had a magic that made you want to keep kneading them in your hands.
As I kneaded and squeezed, a small nipple gradually hardened and rose to brush against my palm.
"Hyaah—m-my breasts aren't that big…"
"Just because men like big ones doesn't mean they dislike a body like yours, beauty."
"Beauty…? Oooh, euk?!"
Unlike Charlotte, whose pink nipples and areolae had been quite large to match her big breasts, Mary's were tiny pink buds with almost no pigmentation. Rolling them around with my palm left her breathing so rough she could barely speak.
I felt a little bad constantly comparing her to Charlotte's first night, but with both of them naked side by side, comparison was inevitable.
A soft pink-waved busty mage young lady.
A cool dark-blue bob-cut slender thief maid.
They got along like true sisters, but their attributes were complete opposites, which made viewing them together all the more enjoyable. Hmm, once I take Mary's virginity, maybe I should put both of them on the bed together. Honestly, doing two women at once was something I'd barely experienced even when dealing with lonely nobles at night.
"M-my chest feels strange…♡"
"Feels better than you expected, doesn't it, Mary?"
"Y-yees, my lady, eiiit—♡"
Sensitive in proportion to their small size, Mary was feeling pleasure faster than Charlotte. Just scraping her hardened nipples with the lines of my palm made her breath turn sweet.
Her lips were still messy with saliva from our kiss without her even noticing, her face flushed red as she panted. Even just facing each other while I kneaded her breasts, her neglected thighs squirmed pitifully. Moisture glistened sticky and slick beyond her demurely pressed knees and thighs—she'd reached a light climax from her breasts alone.
Unlike her usual cool demeanor, was she the type who burned even hotter once the fire was lit?
"Your body's more sensitive than I thought."
"So foreplay isn't necessar—hngk? A-ah, my lady?"
"No. You watched everything I went through, and now you're trying to skip out alone?"
As I was thinking that, Charlotte suddenly approached the bed and embraced Mary from behind. Still undressed, her large breasts naturally parted and cushioned Mary's head like pillows.
The reason Charlotte had suddenly come over was probably, as she'd said, the desire for Mary to experience everything she had.
……So this perverted noble young lady wanted her maid to be teased by my tongue. Being a mage, her screws were loose in the most unexpected directions. Getting naked and tangled up with another woman just because she wanted a front-row seat to cunnilingus.
"Come on, Roland? How long are you going to keep the ladies waitiiing—♥ M-my breeasts, whyy—???"
"It's her first time, so don't push too hard."
"I-I get it, so—n-not meee—♥"
Still, I couldn't help feeling a bit spiteful, so instead of the bed I firmly gripped those massive breasts and settled into position. Even with some stamina recovered, the afterglow of pleasure hadn't fully faded—Charlotte immediately let out a sweet moan as her breasts were squeezed.
Now with her head positioned between my hands, Mary looked up at me with trembling eyes. Looking up at a body of muscle closer to a weapon or a statue descending over her, she might have felt a bit of intimidation.
"A m-man's body… is so firm…"
Or she might get excited.
Aroused by the broad chest muscles and solid abs, her fingers bravely came to my chest, feeling my heartbeat, then traveled lower, lower.
As expected of a maid-slash-adventurer thief, her fingers were firm and long with calluses, unlike her young lady's. Fingers that seemed intent on stroking the fine hairs rather than the skin itself, feeling the heat of my body from a hair's breadth away, arrived at my cock—hard and swollen.
Even after thoroughly punishing that water-and-complaint-filled mage pussy, this heavy chunk of flesh still had stamina left and was throbbing. When her fingers came to the glans and tickled and stroked it, I had no more patience left and thrust my hips forward.
"H-hereee, ooooh—♡♡♡"
"Hooo… you aimed it at your own pussy? How lewd, Mary."
"I-it's not lewd—if it goes in the wrong hole, hyaah, I was taught that mustn't happeeen—♡"
In the medieval era, were there really guys who stupidly shoved it in the back hole instead of the front? Well, even in modern times I think I've seen internet news articles about something similar. Some rural couple who couldn't get pregnant because they only did it from behind.
Whether that was a joke article or not in modern times, in a medieval world where sex education was done in secret, it might be a real problem.
So to teach her that this was the woman's hole meant to receive a cock, I needed to thrust into this hot, heated maid pussy. Feeling the faint sensation of breaking through at the tip of my glans, I pushed my hips forward, steeeadily.
"M-my first time, eiiit—♡"
"Hyaat—♥ M-my breasts and belly are being pressed togetheeer—♥♥♥"
Still gripping the breasts that had been pushed aside, I put my weight down as if crushing Mary's firm body, and pleasant moans rang out in dual harmony. Regardless, I simply rubbed my glans against the deepest innermost spot, savoring a novel pleasure.
Unlike her mistress's pussy, which produced so much water it was slick and slippery, the strict maid's pussy gripped my cock hot and snug. Contrary to her cool impression and usual image, it tangled stickily like melted marshmallow while firmly holding my cock in place.
So like working candy craft, I smacked my glans—thwack thwack—into that hot melted pussy. To imprint my cock onto this maid's virgin pussy that had never taken anything before. You have to shape it while it's hot for the impression to remain intact.
"Aghk—my lower belly, is being pressed too—♥"
"A-ah, my lady—♡ M-my sides, my lower belly, if you press like thaaat—eugh—♡♡♡"
Four legs flailed every time I rocked my hips back and forth. Charlotte, who had been embracing Mary from behind with her legs spread wide, was feeling pleasure along with every thrust into Mary.
……It was a somewhat comical sight, but every time I enjoyed the snugness of the maid's pussy and slammed my cock in, Mary's firm, bouncy ass seemed to be gently patting her mistress's thoroughly melted pussy.
The maid, gasping as the entrance to her womb was thumped by the heavy cock's assault. And the young lady receiving pussy spankings from that maid's ass.
In a formation closer to a sandwich than a rice bowl, the two women felt pleasure together, their legs fluttering and thrashing.
"L-Lord Rolaaand—♡ My ladyyy—♡ J-just a moment, just a momeeent—♡♡♡"
"My breasts, and my pusssy—♥ I-I'm coming again, Mary, Maryyy—♥"
As I pressed down on these two suspiciously close sisters together, the strict maid's pussy grew hotter and hotter. I could feel it tightening around my cock as if accusing me of shoving something so monstrous into her lady.
Meanwhile, judging by the wetness of the bed against my knees, the young lady's pussy—which had been packed full of desire—seemed to enjoy the pussy spankings enough to soak the sheets again. But Mary kept tightening as if she didn't know about any of that.
For the finishing blow, I released Charlotte's breasts, gripped the bed, and shoved both women into my arms as if embracing them at once, slamming my cock in with my hips. Impaled deep as if being nailed in place, Mary expelled every last bit of air from her lungs with a higeek— instead of words.
"Hooo—I'm cumming inside."
"Hnguuk—c-can't breeathe♡♡♡"
"I-I was trying to, trying to get out of the waaay—♥"
Byuruurut——
My cock, with no intention of losing momentum, poured out semen like a fire hose. Mary flailed under that fierce ejaculation even as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. Like a monkey clinging to a tree, she hung onto a thick male body her arms couldn't fully embrace, savoring the madly crashing waves of pleasure.
The young lady, already receiving pussy spankings from Mary's ass and lying with both legs splayed like a frog hit by a rock, seemed completely out of consideration as she climaxed along with the maid's naked body pressing down on her.
……Hmm. Since Mary was lying on top of Charlotte, if Mary just flipped onto her stomach like this…
Mary, who had felt pleasure instead of the pain of defloration, was already with unfocused eyes, panting heavily. Charlotte, who had received indirect thumping from her maid's firm ass, had climaxed but hadn't fainted.
"Excuse me for a moment."
"Ro-Roland? Mary seems to have fallen asleep, and if you leave her on top of me like thiiis…?"
"The maid fell asleep mid-service, so her mistress the young lady should help out. Hold her tight so she doesn't tip over sideways—that's it."
I pulled my still-firm cock out of that snug pussy that hadn't lost its service spirit even with half-lost consciousness, and a lewd tzugeok— sound rang out as a cocktail of semen mixed with virgin blood—a bloody light—dirtied the sheets from her pure white thighs.
This could be cleaned with magic too, so I grabbed Mary's side that Charlotte had been holding and hoisted her up. Like flipping over a giant onahole to clean it, I rotated her body while keeping her on top of Charlotte.
Now the maid's pussy dripping semen was on top, and the young lady's pussy dripping honey was below. Instead of the sandwich that had been indirectly striking lower bellies, a splendid rice bowl had been completed—and my cock was throbbing again.
"Roland? I-I'm still, my lower belly is still trembling tooo…?"
"Then I'd better soothe it quickly."
"Not soothe—let me, let me reeest…?"
"Does it look like I will?"
"……Hieek—♥"
The glans, thoroughly coated in sticky fluid from the twitching entrance of the maid's pussy, scraped up and down along the split flesh folds from above to below, to soothe the young lady's pussy that had grown discontented again.
I wasn't even putting it in—just scraping the glans up and down, and I could feel both the young lady's and the maid's pussy textures at once.
"If you're going to put it iiin, h-hurryyy—♥ I have research, tomorrowww—♥"
"Already heated up? Getting excited watching your maid's disgrace—what a nasty pervert of a young lady."
"It's not nasty, we're clooose—♥♥♥"
"Clooose?"
"Nooo—♥♥♥"
Even after receiving pussy spankings from the maid's firm ass, the young lady's pussy protested demanding to be thumped deep inside—so I thumped it.
And as the young lady thrashing beneath her startled the maid awake, I thumped again to soothe the maid's pussy.
"Ma-Maryyy, my breeasts, bite my breeeasts—♥"
"My ladyyy, hng, don't pinch my ass—ooooh—♡"
As I enjoyed this chewy, sticky two-flavor pussy tower, a notification rang in my ear before I knew it. Alternating top and bottom, playing with my cock so diligently, I'd lost track of time completely absorbed.
I'd faced Grace and Katie one after another before, but holding two women in one bed was a truly novel experience. Enjoying two completely different women from head to toe at once—the ultimate pleasure most men could never experience.
Losing my mind and burying my cock in them wasn't my fault.
Han Se-ah has logged in, so is it morning already? …What a shame. There's nothing particularly urgent today, so we won't be gathering right away—maybe just a little more.