Back at the Mansion (2)
“Wh-what is this?”
Seria wriggled her body, stuck in the wall. She kicked her legs desperately trying to free herself, but it was no use. Part of it was because she was wedged in so perfectly. But mostly, it was those voluptuous hips and breasts of hers that eliminated even the slimmest chance of escape.
I lifted the hem of Seria's gown where she was pinned against the wall.
“M-Master? D-don't tell me...”
“This is your punishment.”
I couldn't see Seria's face on the other side of the wall. As I pulled up her gown, her smooth, freshly bathed ass came into view. I smacked that warm flesh.
Slap!
“Kyaaak!”
She let out a startled scream. Being hit while unable to see probably made it even more sensitive. Her whole body shivered violently from the shock.
“M-Master, if you hit me that hard, it'll make a noise... The others will hear.”
“The maids won't hear it. Even if they do, it'd only be Sebastian at most.”
“W-wait a second.”
I teased her ass and stimulated her thighs.
“Hnnng... Th-there.”
The inner thighs, right near her groin—her most sensitive erogenous zone. I brushed my fingertips over it.
Just using my hands would be no fun.
I reached back. Clunk! The window flew open. A soft feather floated in from outside—the quill pen I always used for work.
Not the pen tip, but the fluffy feather part. I gently stroked Seria's sensitive thighs with it. The soft feather teased her ass.
“N-nnh! Th-this is a bit dangerous...”
Her ass twitched at the unfamiliar sensation. I wondered what expression she was making. Was she smiling? Frowning? Or blushing in embarrassment?
“M-Master. There... Hnng!”
Whatever it was, she was clearly aroused. I must have tormented her erogenous zone for quite a while, because Seria's voice grew urgent.
“M-Master. Um... Someone's coming.”
Thud, thud. I could hear it. Footsteps. And from the sound, it was...
Sebastian.
“Master, that illusion magic you used in the park earlier...”
“I said it's punishment.”
“Eek!”
“Endure it.”
I had no intention of letting her off. Besides, illusion magic didn't work on Sebastian anyway. The footsteps grew closer.
“M-Master. He's coming this way.”
Seria's voice grew more desperate with anxiety. Even Sebastian couldn't see through the wall. If she put on an act like she had in front of the emperor, she could probably fool him.
I ignored her urgency and focused on stimulating her erogenous zone. The closer Sebastian's footsteps got, the more sensitively her body reacted. I kept tickling her with the feather.
Seeing her get so fidgety made me want to torment her even more.
“Hnnngh! W-wait a second.”
But I didn't stop. The footsteps drew even nearer. From the other side of the wall, I heard Seria clamp her lips shut and hold her breath.
“Oh? Lady Seria. What on earth is this?”
Sebastian's polite, resonant voice rang out. I paused my torment for a moment.
“Ah, B-butler.”
“Did Master do this to you?”
“Y-yes...”
“Hm. What misdeed did you commit this time?”
“W-well, you see...”
Seria couldn't bring herself to admit she'd tried and failed to pounce on me.
“It must be hard to talk about.”
“H-ha ha.”
Sebastian's voice carried a tone of rough understanding.
“Master may seem strict and curt, but he's actually quite lenient once you get to know him.”
“I-I know.”
“I'm glad. I trust you've come to realize that, Lady Seria. Of course... someone who shares his bed might see things differently.”
“Th-that could be, y-yes.”
Even without me touching her, Seria's voice trembled. Her feet twitched and twisted together. On the other side of the wall, she was dressed in her gown, not naked. She'd wrapped it tightly around herself—I knew because I'd dressed her. But knowing her lower half was exposed and that I'd just been tormenting her must have filled her with shame.
Or maybe she's desperate for more? She might be hoping I'd torment her more aggressively. Desire stirred within me. I tossed the feather aside and pressed my mouth to her pussy.
The scent of massage oil and body wash still lingered, assaulting my nose. Her freshly washed pussy was already flowing with thick love juices. She never tires.
As I slipped my tongue inside, her body reacted.
“Heek!”
Clearly caught off guard, her scream echoed.
“Is something wrong?”
Sebastian asked with genuine concern.
“A-a mosquito.”
“Oh dear. Mosquitoes in this situation must be a headache.”
“Y-yeah. It startled me. Sorry.”
“...Shall I catch it for you?”
“N-no! It's f-fine. Th-this is a lady's room.”
Her voice shook the whole time she spoke. Her breathing grew ragged. She was soaking wet.
“Ah, I nearly overstepped. My apologies.”
“I-it's fiiiine.”
“You look quite distressed. Your face is flushed.”
“I'm fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Every time I moved my tongue, her ass twitched.
“Hnnngh.”
“You do seem very tired. Will you be able to sleep properly?”
Deeming her wet enough, I pulled out my cock. Then I thrust it inside her.
“Kyaaaak!”
“Hm, quite a few mosquitoes, it seems.”
“A-a bit fierce... one.”
“I see. Are you sure you don't need me to catch it?”
“Y-yes... I'm f-fine.”
“Very well. Oh, where is Master? I have documents to deliver.”
“H-he's...”
Seria hesitated. She couldn't exactly say I was balls-deep in her pussy from behind the wall. She was scrambling for an excuse.
“H-he went to the back garden earlier.”
“The back garden?”
“Y-yes... H-he's doiing iiiit!”
Seria shuddered violently. Tension flooded her legs, her muscles contracting tightly. Her heels lifted off the ground as strength surged into her feet. Her ass rose, clenching, and her pussy gripped me hard.
Hoo? Not bad. I gripped her tensed ass firmly.
“Hnnngh!!”
“Another mosquito?”
“Yesss.”
“The end of summer has them rampant.”
“Y-yeah...”
I slammed deep into her pussy.
“Kghhh...”
Hearing Seria desperately swallow her moans excited me. At first, I'd only meant to tease her lightly. But her vivid reactions were making me get serious.
I shook my hips, grabbing her ass. My heart pounded fiercely. Was it because of
Sexual Sadism
? No, it didn't feel like it. When
Sexual Sadism
activated, unwanted desires would rise against my will. But now... this situation itself. Tormenting Seria like this kept making my heart race.
Every thrust made her feet flail. Graceful above the surface, but desperately paddling below—like a swan's legs.
“Haa, haa.”
“Do you need anything?”
“N-no. I'm f-fine. Y-you can go.”
“Understood. If you need anything, just call my name. I'll come to assist at once.”
“Y-yes...”
Sebastian's footsteps receded, and I heard Seria cover her mouth with her hand.
“W-wait. Master... Th-this is dangerous... For real.”
Seria nearly sobbed as her body heaved.
“That's the point.”
I kept tormenting Seria, who could barely move properly. Her waist arched high. Her ass lifted into an even better position for thrusting. She clamped her mouth shut, her feet kicking in futile resistance. No matter how much she wanted to escape, she couldn't. Helplessness washed over her. At the same time, a profound satisfaction lingered in her body.
Perfect.
I wished this moment would never end. The anxiety of getting caught from moments ago had vanished. No—in fact, that anxiety had already turned into arousal for her.
A sparkling pleasure shot from her waist up her spine to her brain. Like lightning striking inside her head. Her vision flickered with flashing lights. Her brain, overheated from repeated climaxes, was reaching its limit, consciousness blurring.
Light enveloped her.
“Knnnghiiik!”
Seria gritted her teeth and shuddered violently. At the same time, she felt Morris's semen pulsing inside her.
Aaah.
He poured thick semen into her. As Seria squirted, her transparent fluids soaked the floor. Her body went limp after a brief convulsion.
“Hoo.”
Perfect timing. I came just as she climaxed. Even after all this time, our compatibility was spot on.
I smacked Seria's still-twitching ass hard.
Smack!
“Hnnng!”
Then I straightened my clothes, opened the door, and stepped out.
Drool trailed long from Seria's unfocused mouth. Her eyes, glazed over as she looked up at me belatedly, were hazy.
“That's too much...”
But her lips were smiling.
“You brought it on yourself.”
Even as I spoke, she stuck out her tongue and sucked my cock. Confirming her satisfaction, I cast liquefaction. Her body sank slowly into the floor. Yet she didn't let go of my cock. Only after sucking out every last drop of semen from my urethra did she release it.
“Satisfied now?”
“I can't anymore...”
“Good.”
I was hitting my limit too. Not stamina—mana. Mana exhaustion made my head spin. Sweat beaded on my forehead, but I didn't let it show. I couldn't appear weak to her.
“Go inside and rest.”
“Yesss...”
Seria staggered back inside. Once the door closed, I let out a low breath. My body swayed.
Tough.
Mana exhaustion after so long. Leaning against the wall, I stumbled back to my room. Looked like I'd sleep soundly tonight.
“You got intense in the middle of the night.”
Sebastian said.
“You knew?”
“How could I not, with that look on your face? But please be careful. If it had been a different maid, she would've opened the door.”
“Doesn't matter. I can just erase the memory.”
“You wouldn't do that.”
“Enough of this.”
“Don't get too carried away. This is sincere advice.”
“I know.”
“Have you heard the news about Lady Emir?”
“News?”
“She wants to become a holy knight.”
“A holy knight? Why on earth?”
My heart raced at the news of Emir becoming a holy knight. No—precisely, Morris's heart.