The Mansion of Desire and the Maids
"...Huh? Hyemi and Woo-joo… is this another new friend of yours?"
"Hello, Mother…!"
The woman who greeted us after we were practically dragged up the stairs by the two girls and through the automatic doors was dressed in loose, comfortable clothes. Hyemi’s mother was exchanging greetings with Yunsol, whom she was meeting for the first time.
"Even though she looks that innocent, she’s actually my senior, Mom. Can we use one of the rooms?"
"Oh my, so you too? Alright, go ahead~"
No matter how many times I heard it, their conversation made it hard to believe they were mother and daughter. A daughter bringing a man to the motel her mother ran and asking to use a room, and a mother happily giving permission. I suddenly found myself wondering if this family had always been this open, or if becoming Saintesses had influenced them.
"Woo-joo, you really have it rough. Oh, should you do it with Auntie later too?"
"...Yes…"
I gave an awkward smile as I was dragged along by Hyemi and Yunsol. We stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor where the rooms were. The doors closed with a soft sound. And in that instant—
"Haa…♡"
"Mmph?!"
"Hey, who said you could start first?!"
Yunsol wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, while Hyemi, sounding flustered, yanked my pants down. The breath that flowed into my mouth through the kiss carried the hot, sweet scent of alcohol, and her tongue slipped in with it. My already-hard cock sprang free from my pulled-down underwear, exposed to the cool air outside.
"Oppa… mmmchup, Oppa…♡"
"Whoa, after shooting like ten loads today it’s still rock hard, Choi Woo-joo…♡ Then, here we go…"
The two Saintesses attacked me from above and below at the same time. I hadn’t expected the cramped, imperfect space of an elevator to be the starting point, so I was completely helpless.
Hyemi’s tongue coiled around my glans, spreading incredibly sticky saliva over my cock like lotion. At the same time, Yunsol rubbed her breasts against me while her hand slid downward to play with her own pussy. The sensation of Hyemi’s tongue writhing with movements impossible for a normal human—something I’d experienced with Dohyeon earlier that day—combined with the comforting, body-enveloping scent of Yunsol made the alcohol hit me even harder.
My body temperature spiked. My vision spun. Everything before my eyes seemed to sway as if time itself had slowed down.
"Hehe… slurp…"
Hyemi didn’t give me a moment to think. She extended her long tongue, wrapping it around my entire shaft past the head and even licking my balls. Everywhere it touched burned hot. My body screamed that it was hot enough to cause burns, yet it writhed in pleasure. The rough, cat-like papillae on her tongue scraped against my hypersensitive skin, and the overwhelming pleasure forced me to spurt semen helplessly.
"Ah! If you’re going to cum, at least say something! I was going to drink it… oh, I guess you couldn’t talk."
"Mmm, haa… nnngh…!!"
Hyemi pouted with her face covered in semen, her tongue still licking up the remaining drops from my urethra. Meanwhile, Yunsol’s body shuddered as her fingers stirred the wet, squelching folds of her pussy.
"Mmmhuu…"
Yunsol kept kissing me with a completely melted expression, her hips twitching. While we were all lost in that fleeting carnal haze, the elevator chimed softly with a ding-dong. When I lifted my head, still riding the aftershocks of climax, the doors opened to reveal the sign for the fourth floor.
"Ah, we’re here…"
I couldn’t believe it. Had all of that really happened in just a few seconds? In the brief time it took to go from the first floor to the fourth?
"...Should we get off…? Oppa, I need it so bad…♡"
"I’ve never seen Yunsol this desperate before. Hehe… Woo-joo, let’s go."
Hyemi took Yunsol’s hand—she was twisting her legs together in need—and gestured for me to follow. Mesmerized by those pale, slender fingers fluttering in the air, my legs moved on their own down the hallway while my mind raced.
If we entered the room like this, they would definitely squeeze me dry until I was nearly dead. If either of them flipped their switch, I could forget about waking up on time tomorrow. Wasn’t there some way I could at least take the lead?
A forced command? No, that probably wouldn’t work. It had no effect when I tried it on Yunsol after she turned into a succubus. So the only remaining option was…
"...Room 402, this is it! Woo-joo, you have the card, right?"
"...Yes."
The only answer was the Chamber of Desire, the space that let me reshape everything and the Saintesses however I wanted. It had been proven effective thanks to Isabelle and Noa, but I wasn’t sure if it would work on these two now that they could turn into succubi.
"What are you doing? Open it already."
"...Opening it now."
I had no choice but to try it myself. I held the card and pictured it clearly: a space built entirely on obedient Saintesses and a thorough master-servant relationship. As if responding to my imagination, the card glowed faintly. I slowly brought it to the lock—
Beep—
The door opened with a short electronic sound.
"Good. Then let’s go all out! I’ll drain those balls completely dry today! Heehee!"
"Sister, you should yield a little today! It’s been so long for me!"
The two of them entered the room first, arguing over me. I followed them inside.
At first, nothing seemed to have changed no matter how hard I looked. It was just a dark motel room with the electricity off. The moment I thought I might have done something wrong and inserted the keycard into the holder—
"Yunsol, can you turn on the light by the door—"
"Huh? Sister, wait… my head feels strange, ah—"
"...Sister? Yunsol?"
Their voices cut off in the darkness. No matter how many times I called their names, there was no answer. The only sound was an unpleasant wind blowing through the gloom, but I knew.
Something had changed.
To confirm it, I took off my shoes and stepped into the room with one foot.
"Uwaaack?!"
The floor sank beneath me. The darkness began to shatter into tiny puzzle-like pieces. Those fragments turned pure white, and though I had been floating in the air for a moment, I suddenly found myself lying down. Once the white fragments that had been black a second ago fit together to complete a single picture, I finally understood where I was.
"...What the hell is this now?"
The room was a bedroom decorated in white and luxurious gold. The bed I was lying on was the same one I had seen before in the Chamber of Desire. The biggest differences were the surrounding scenery and my clothes. If the previous version had felt like an outdoor temple with a charming terrace, this one felt like the master bedroom of an elegant European mansion built in the 1960s. The tracksuit I had been wearing had transformed into a soft silk robe embroidered with intricate patterns.
"It feels so smooth and nice…"
I scratched my chin in the unnervingly quiet room and spaced out for a moment.
"I’m bored."
It really was boring. What was going on? By now Hyemi or Yunsol should have come in. I got up from the bed and looked around the spacious bedroom, but they were nowhere to be seen. I walked slowly through the room, my oversized robe fluttering, examining the furniture.
The bedroom was so large it couldn’t even be compared to the original family room. Could the Chamber of Desire expand this much? I stopped in front of a painting that looked like something I might have seen once in an art museum and quietly organized my thoughts. That was when a calm melody drifted in from somewhere.
It was a comfortable, refined classical piece coming from beyond an elegant door. I carefully opened it and stepped out of the bedroom. What unfolded was a space so large it was almost cute. A swaying chandelier, red carpet on the floor, golden luxury items decorating the hallway, and a wide lobby.
My mouth opened slightly in admiration. The moment I took one step onto the hallway, voices came from both sides.
"...I wondered where you went. You were waiting right in front of the door?"
The beautiful voices rang out simultaneously from left and right in perfectly even, unshaken tones. It was Yunsol and Hyemi, standing with their hands politely clasped over their lower bellies and bowing to me.
Yunsol had tied her long hair up neatly and stared forward with an expressionless face. Even Hyemi, who always wore a bright smile, kept a blank face as she bowed her head. The clothes they wore, the concept of this space…
"Maids, huh…"
The two women were dressed in maid uniforms decorated with black and white fabric, frills, and ribbons. This was a grand mansion. I was its master, and the Saintesses were the employees. If it was about establishing a clear master-servant relationship, it was certainly original and classic, but…
"...Is there some problem, Master?"
"...No, your clothes…"
Their outfits were far from classic maid attire. The black silk gloves covering them from hand to shoulder and the katyusha on their heads were normal. But beneath that were black lace bras that covered their breasts yet left their nipples completely exposed, tightly cinched corsets, garter belts connected to black stockings, and high heels. They weren’t wearing panties, so their crotches were blatantly visible. It was ambiguous to call them maids, yet also strange to say they weren’t.
"If I may be so bold, Master. Do you desire nighttime service?"
"Ah, uh…"
I tore my eyes away from Hyemi’s body at the sound of Yunsol’s voice from behind. Just from looking at them dressed like that, my cock had swollen again and was poking its head out between the folds of the robe.
"...Then, Sister, I’ll ask for your pussy."
"Understood. I will moisten the hole immediately, so please wait a moment."
Hyemi’s dry reply and her lifeless jade-green eyes were completely unlike her. She stood demurely and reached down with only her hand to rub her slit right in front of me.
Squelch… slosh, squish…
"Yes, the preliminary heating of the hole for Master’s sexual relief is complete. Please—"
Hyemi placed her hands on the hallway wall and pushed her ass toward me. Without a word, Yunsol approached and spread those cheeks wide open.
"......"
"......"
A long, sticky strand of love juice dripped from Hyemi’s pussy onto the carpet. In contrast, both women wore faces completely devoid of emotion, treating all of this as mere procedure. An indescribable surge of excitement rose within me. I slid my glans between her spread cheeks and thrust in.
Squelch—!
"You seem healthy today as well. Please fill my womb with Master’s seed."
I moved my hips, burying myself inside the pussy of Hyemi who had become an emotionless maid. The sound of flesh slapping echoed through the hallway, but neither Hyemi nor Yunsol let out a single moan or even a breath. They were like dolls who viewed even their own bodies and functions as women as nothing more than work duties.
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