The Youngest Maid in Heat
The sharp sounds of flesh slapping echoed down the corridors of the sprawling mansion, its halls as vast as a sports field. Between the impacts of Haemi’s ass and my thrusting hips came the ragged gasps of breath.
“Khut…! Haa…!”
“…..”
Haemi kept her lips—glistening with saliva—pressed tightly together, head bowed. No matter how hard I moved, she gave no reaction. It was almost convincing to think she was some meticulously crafted life-sized doll. A quick glance to the side showed Yunsol simply watching us in silence, her eyes dry and empty.
Unresponsive, yet hot. Tight. Perfect. The tentacles writhing inside her pussy, the faint sweet fragrance drifting from their bodies. When I spread Haemi’s ass cheeks with my thumbs, her anus twitched and gaped, hungry for the pleasure I offered. Her firm, elastic flesh clung to my palms. Each time I pulled back, her pussy lips made filthy wet noises as they tried to suck me back in.
I was using Haemi exactly as I pleased—not as sex, but as a living toy for my own masturbation.
Squelch. Squelch!Chug…♡
“Haa, ngh…!”
“…Is the tightness and temperature of my pussy satisfactory? If you command it, I can provide even stronger stimulation.”
“…I’m about to cum. Squeeze me harder…!”
“Understood.”
Like a chef calmly asking if the dish suited a guest’s palate, she inquired about her own cunt while I gripped her ass. Semen surged up from my balls, racing through my shaft. As ordered, the tentacles inside her wrapped around my cock and gently milked it. The pressure inside her vagina, the sticky heat of her mucous membranes clinging to every inch of me—it was overwhelming.
Her expression remained rigid even as her lower lips gushed enough love juice to soak my thighs. A twisted sense of immorality and conquest flooded through me as I began pumping my seed straight into her womb.
“…You have ejaculated. What would you like to do now?”
“Haa… haa… What? What do you mean, what would I like to do…?”
Sweat dripped onto her ass in time with my ragged breathing. Even though I was still cumming, Haemi spoke to me. I asked her again, confused.
“Today is my ovulation day, so I have already been fertilized by the seed you just granted me. Please command whether I should carry Master’s child as I am, or nullify the pregnancy.”
“…Excuse me? You’re saying… you’re pregnant right now?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
The heat that had burned through me moments ago vanished, leaving an icy chill crawling up the back of my neck. I stared at the woman who had just calmly announced that new life had taken root inside her belly.
When I actually thought about it, this was obvious. If you creampie someone without protection, of course this can happen. Any living creature with reproductive functions—or any healthy, educated adult—should know that much. I had simply forgotten because the person in front of me was a Saintess, something beyond human.
The Saintesses always begged so naturally for creampies to brew their liquor. I had been swept along without thinking…
“…Wait. What do you mean by ‘nullify the pregnancy’?”
A single lifeline surfaced in my whitening mind. I latched onto her earlier words and repeated them back as a question.
“Exactly as it sounds. We can ‘suspend’ pregnancy. To offer tribute to the mask and create liquor, we must take semen into our bodies and filter out desire. While that process drastically lowers the chance of conception, it occasionally happens anyway. If a fetus settles in the womb, it interferes with our duties as Saintesses. Therefore, we are permitted to nullify the pregnancy.”
“…How?”
“It is simple. We separate the sperm and egg before the fertilized ovum implants.”
“………”
I decided not to ask how something like that was even possible. She was a Saintess. That was answer enough. The fact that she could detect pregnancy without a test was already astonishing, yet I had grown so used to these new beings that I had simply accepted it without question.
Still… this was a relief. The Saintesses never remembered what happened inside the Chamber of Desire—now the Mansion of Desire. That meant Haemi had become pregnant with my child without ever knowing it.
Given her personality and the instincts of a Saintess, she probably wouldn’t blame me. She would likely just smile and move on, but…
“…Then nullify it.”
“Understood.”
No matter what, this was too far. I gave Haemi the order to nullify the pregnancy and pulled my spent cock from her depths. A thick rush of semen immediately poured out, splattering onto the red carpet and forming a white puddle.
Haemi stood up as if nothing had happened, leaving the dangling strands of fluid untouched. She placed both hands neatly above her navel, turned to face me in a modest pose, and bowed.
“The separation of the fertilized egg has been completed successfully. Please rest easy. Now, for the cleaning—”
“I’ll handle the cleaning. Sister, please finish preparing the late-night snack.”
Yunsol stepped forward, blocking Haemi before she could kneel in front of me. Haemi exhaled softly, her expression unreadable, then lowered her gaze.
I watched the silent conversation passing between their eyes, following Haemi’s line of sight downward.
“…Understood. Then I leave Master’s night service to you.”
“Yes. Thank you, sister.”
“………”
Haemi’s eyes had been fixed on Yunsol’s crotch—her pussy so drenched it looked pitiful even to me. Despite her emotionless stare, thick strands of arousal hung from her folds like dew.
Her personality had been modified to suit the Mansion of Desire, but the lust stored in her original body remained intact. And that lust had finally boiled over after watching me fuck Haemi.
Having apparently noticed the same thing, Haemi left the “night service” to Yunsol and walked down the staircase at the end of the corridor, thick drops of my cum still leaking onto the red carpet with every step.
“…Then, Master. You may use my pussy to drain the rest of your lust. Preparing the late-night snack will take my sister some time. So please—”
“Ah, uh…”
Yunsol braced one hand against the corridor wall for balance and lifted her leg high, spreading herself wide. Between her flexibly parted thighs, her twitching, gaping pussy was completely exposed.
So those words at the meat restaurant hadn’t just been the alcohol talking… She had been looking forward to this that much. She wouldn’t remember any of today’s events, which only made the guilt sting sharper—like I had broken a promise to take my little sister to an amusement park.
What the hell was sex doing to me…? Still, I’m sorry, Yunsol. If I didn’t do this, tonight would have been truly dangerous… Even if using that as an excuse feels wrong—
“…Master?”
“Not here. Let’s do it on the bed.”
I’d make sure the pleasure burned itself so deeply into her mind that she would never forget it. Fortunately, there was no wild card like Haemi here to ignore my wishes and go berserk. In this setting, as master and servant, they could only obey my commands.
I took Yunsol’s hand and pulled her toward the wide, antique bed.
“…Yes, understood.”
Her expression remained unreadable, but I caught a thread of anticipation woven into her voice.
Inside the spacious room, the sound of my footsteps mingled with the sharp click of Yunsol’s high heels. I shrugged off the gown I wore, letting it fall to the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed. Yunsol stood right behind me.
Her breathing had grown slightly labored, her cheeks faintly flushed. She swallowed hard, eyes burning with need, and spoke.
“…How may I serve you?”
“…Start with cleaning. Use your mouth to wipe away what your sister left behind.”
“…Yes, understood.”
With an expression that practically screamed finally, Yunsol dropped to her knees between my legs. Hot, rough breaths brushed against my half-hard cock. Her small hands settled on my thighs. And then—
“…Haa, haa…♡ Excuse me. Hauup…!♡”
Visibly trembling with excitement, Yunsol didn’t even meet my eyes. She simply dove forward and swallowed my cock. She took the head into her mouth, shuddered violently for a moment, then plunged downward until every inch had disappeared down her throat.
There was no gagging—only lewd, wet sounds rising from her throat as an expression of pure ecstasy spread across her face.
“…Nnghup, slurp… slurrrrp! Chup, glurk!”
“Ugh…”
Yunsol was genuinely using her mouth and throat to clean every trace of semen and Haemi’s juices from my shaft. She sucked greedily, determined to leave behind not a single drop of residue. After a moment she seemed to realize she had lost control again. Her eyes regained their calm, and she smoothly drew her head back, sliding my cock from her throat to look up at me.
“…Chuep… Cleaning complete… What is next…”
She had performed her role as a flawless maid, carrying out her master’s orders with perfect precision. Yet her emotionless eyes were clouded with clear disappointment.
This was…
“…It’s still not clean enough. Do it more thoroughly. And since I’ll be using your pussy next, make sure you preheat it properly.”
“…! Yes, understood…! Hauup…! Churup, jup, chububup…!♡”
Just as I expected. The moment the order left my lips, Yunsol’s eyes widened for the briefest second before she swallowed my cock again. At the same time her fingers plunged into her already dripping pussy, stirring it with wet, obscene sounds.
The room filled with the noise of ravenous feasting and the slick sounds of fingers working soaked flesh.
“Mnghup, jup…!! Nnghuuuk…!”
Squelch, squelch, chubup! Chugeuk!
Her perfect composure had completely crumbled. With a face melted in pleasure, Yunsol sucked my cock while frantically masturbating. Her intellect had vanished; only a female in heat remained.
Love juice splattered onto the floor. Drool beaded on her chin. Her tongue, long and tentacle-like, coiled around my shaft. This woman was—
“…Khh…!”
—a Saintess before she was a maid. A milking creature designed to extract semen from men.
The way she moved, driven purely by leftover instinct to please her master, was impossible to withstand. Without warning I grabbed the back of her head, shoved my cock deep, and began to cum.
“──?! Glurk…! ─!! ……♡”
Pyushoot! Pyut!
“Ugh, huuaa…!”
The desperate sounds of her struggling for air mixed with the violent squirting of her trembling ass and pussy. I pumped load after load of thick semen into the stomach of the maid whose eyes had rolled back in orgasm.
Juruk♡
“Guruk, nngh… puheuk… Ah, aah…♡”
After a slightly shorter climax than usual, I pulled out. Bubbles of semen formed at the corner of Yunsol’s mouth, rising from deep in her throat. Still lost in the aftermath of an overwhelming orgasm, she smiled with slack lips.
Her massive ass twitched and bounced as smaller orgasms continued to ripple through her, fueled by nothing but the lingering ecstasy. The sight of her—mouth smeared with cum, wearing the most obscene smile imaginable—was completely unlike the usual Yunsol.
This time, it felt like my switch had been flipped.
Even after finishing, my cock remained rock hard. I rested it against the cheek of the dazed girl.
“I distinctly told you to only preheat it. Yet you came without my permission…”
“Hauk…! Ah…♡ I’m sorry, Master… I committed a grave discourtesy during service…”
“…Go get a condom. I’m going to punish you.”
“…Yesss…♡”
Yunsol gazed up at the towering cock that blocked half her vision and answered with pure joy. She knew full well that the “punishment” her master would deliver was nothing but a reward in disguise.
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