My First Fellatio
I nodded as I processed what Raibel had said. She answered with a wide, toothy grin that showed off her fangs.
“R-really? I was just so worried about you, Master… woof!”
Raibel barked like a puppy, her brown tail wagging energetically from side to side.
Good. Looks like she’s relaxed a little.
It was time to coax her out of the corner.
“Raibel, I need to talk to you for a second. Can you come over here?”
“Huh? Um, well…”
She avoided my eyes, fidgeting by pressing her index fingers together. Her face had turned far redder than when she first entered the room—like a fruit ripening to its peak.
She already got worked up just from smelling it outside. No wonder she’s losing her mind at the thought of getting closer.
Approaching the object of her affection—or rather, the source of her sudden heat—seemed incredibly difficult for her. I called out to the hesitant Raibel again.
“It’s important. Actually, I have a confession to make.”
“A… a confession?”
“Yeah. So come over here.”
“…Understood.”
At her beloved young master’s firm request, Raibel slowly inched out of the corner. I sat on the bed and patted the spot beside me.
“Sit here, Raibel.”
She shuffled toward the bed like someone drunk, looking unsteady on her feet. Once she sat down next to me, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
“You said… you had a confession to make.”
Raibel clutched both knees tightly, waiting for my answer.
“You probably noticed, but this morning in my room…”
Fuck, saying it out loud is embarrassing.
But I had to tell her directly.
“I jerked off.”
“…J-jer…”
Raibel stared blankly, muttering only the first syllable of the word and unable to form a proper response. I’d called her over with a serious face saying I had a confession, only to admit I’d masturbated. If her father heard this, he’d be justified in blowing my head off with a double-barrel shotgun. I couldn’t even imagine how stunned Raibel must feel inside.
She asked in a trembling voice, “W-why are you telling me this…?”
“Because,” I swallowed hard, my throat dry from nerves, then answered her. “The person I was thinking about while I jerked off was you, Raibel.”
It was the most blatant lie imaginable. I’d actually been fantasizing about Cordelia, Arwen’s half-sister. Not once had Raibel appeared in my mind while I stripped Cordelia’s underwear and thrust into her. Damn, this stings my conscience a bit.
Of course, Raibel looked completely lost on how to respond to such a shocking, perverted confession—that I’d used her as masturbation material.
“Um… uh… why me?”
The innocent maid was genuinely asking why I’d chosen her. So I didn’t sugarcoat it. I told her straight.
“Because you’re incredibly attractive, Raibel.”
“Huh?”
“You’re just too damn attractive.”
When she asked again, I listed every appealing thing I’d felt about her since she entered the room.
“Look at your body. That autumn-field brown hair, those huge breasts I want to bury my face in, that ass and those thighs I want to grab right now. What man could look at a woman like you and not find her attractive?”
My compliments were sincere, even if a few perverted observations slipped in. The rapid-fire praise of her femininity left Raibel’s face so red it looked ready to erupt like a volcano.
“I… I don’t really know about that… woof…”
She covered her eyes with both hands and stomped her feet in embarrassment. I didn’t give the adorable Raibel even a moment to collect herself.
“And look at your outfit. That skirt that shows off the underside of your ass and your thighs. The top that barely covers your stomach and breasts.”
Raibel’s uniform had been patched to match the adult game’s standards, just like Cordelia’s. The skirt in particular was so short that bending over to clean the floor would completely expose her panties. It was less a maid uniform and more like lingerie.
If anyone saw this, they’d think it was because fabric is expensive.
This was the kind of costume a girlfriend might wear for a special event for her boyfriend—not something a maid doing housework should be wearing. I gave Raibel my honest opinion about her attire.
“How am I supposed to hold back when you’re walking around in something this lewd?”
I knew it was a ridiculous excuse. Raibel looked wronged.
“I-I didn’t choose this outfit!”
At the same time, she hurriedly covered her navel and cleavage with her jelly-covered hands.
“And all the other maids wear the same thing!”
Wait, seriously? I didn’t know that.
Every maid in the mansion wearing bikini-style uniforms? I had no idea whose perverted idea it was, but I wholeheartedly approved. I want to see them right now… Idiot, focus!
There was something far more important right now—making Raibel mine.
I slowly slid my left hand over Raibel’s right hand, which was still covering her navel.
“Hya?!”
The sudden contact made her let out a strangely erotic whimper. I stared intently into her face and said,
“I don’t care about anyone else. I like you, Raibel.”
“Awooo…”
I could feel her pulse racing wildly through her hand. With a weak howl and a face flushed bright red, she shook her head. Almost there. My intuition told me her heart was on the verge of surrendering.
The effect of the Protagonist of an Adult Game trait was far stronger than I’d expected. It had turned someone whose only “girlfriends” had been Left Hand-chan and Right Hand-san into a smooth-talking Casanova. The words just keep flowing.
Riding the momentum, I pressed her harder.
“Every time I look at you, my body burns so badly I can’t stand it.”
“E-even if you say that…”
“If you won’t become my woman, I’d rather die.”
“…”
Raibel stayed silent for a moment, overwhelmed by my sticky, rain-soaked confession. Then she lifted her head, met my eyes, and spoke.
“Alright. I’ll become your woman, Master.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she threw herself onto the bed and buried her head under the blanket.
Still hidden beneath it, she cried out, “Kyaaah! What did I just say?! I said it! Woof woof!”
Raibel kicked her feet like a teenage girl in the throes of first love. Even her bare feet—shoes long since kicked off—showed traces of pink jelly.
“Master said he likes me! Woof woof!”
“Um… Raibel?”
“I thought it was a dream that would never come true…”
“Raibel!”
“Y-yes?”
When I raised my voice, she finally snapped out of it. Crawling out from under the blanket, she gave me a bashful, childlike smile.
“Sorry. I was just so happy… hehe…”
Ugh, damn it.
Her pure smile felt like a needle stabbing my guilty conscience. Whether she knew how I felt or not, the loyal Raibel asked what she should do next.
“What should I do for you now? As… as your woman…”
As she spoke, she pressed her thighs together to hide the wet patch visible beneath her skirt. It seemed she instinctively knew what kind of request I was about to make.
Yeah. We’ve come this far. No turning back now.
“Then Raibel, show me your breasts.”
“M-my breasts? Right now?”
“Yes. I want to see them immediately.”
Raibel let out a long breath. The warmth and sweet scent of it brushed against my cheek. Her trembling had mostly subsided. In a calm voice, she accepted my request.
“…Okay.”
After a few attempts, she unhooked the clasp on her back and slowly removed her top. Her voluptuous D-cup breasts sprang free. In the center of those swaying mounds, moved by her ragged breathing, were small pink nipples.
I could only stare, completely entranced.
When I stayed silent, Raibel’s expression grew anxious.
“H-how are they? Do they look weird or something?”
“What? No way. They’re beautiful, Raibel.”
“Really? Hehe~”
“Of course. See for yourself.”
I showed her the mountain that had risen in my pants. My cock had been rock hard from the moment I first saw her breasts.
Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.
I wanted to feel the softness of those fluffy-looking breasts with my own hands right now. Breathing out hot puffs of air, I told her,
“I’m going to touch them, Raibel.”
“…”
She closed her eyes and gave me silent consent. I immediately grabbed both of her breasts with my hands and began kneading them.
“Hya… hngh, M-Master, please be gentler…”
I must have used too much strength in my excitement. But I had no room to hold back. Simply maintaining my sanity against that demonic softness was already pushing my limits. A woman’s bare breasts felt that incredible.
“Mmm… haa…”
Every time I squeezed and released, Raibel let out soft, sweet moans.
Something’s missing.
I wanted to hear more raw, lewd sounds from her mouth. I pinched her nipples between my fingers.
“Hya?! T-there…”
I rolled her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs, then tugged and rubbed them at the same time. I could feel them hardening instantly.
“Haaang♡ Hya, ahh, aahng♡”
Finally, Raibel cried out the erotic sounds I’d been craving. They were completely out of place in the quiet young master’s bedroom. She spoke as if drunk, her tongue tripping over itself—though it wasn’t alcohol, but pleasure, that had intoxicated her.
“Ahn♡ It f-feels so gooood, woof!!”
“Where does it feel good?”
“My n-nipples… my nipples feel weeeird♡!”
She looked completely lost in my caresses.
Is this also the trait’s effect?
The Protagonist of an Adult Game trait apparently increased the sexual sensitivity of anyone I had sex with. If foreplay counts as part of sex, that makes sense.
Raibel looked so aroused she was sticking her tongue out and drooling. And now it was my turn to feel good.
The spot where she sat was soaked with her love juices, as if she’d wet herself. I gave her my next request.
“Now it’s your turn to serve me, Raibel.”
“Hya… Yes?”
Before her dazed eyes, I yanked off my obstructive pants. My cock, which had been painfully confined, sprang out with a *boing*.
I didn’t beat around the bush.
“I want you to suck it with your mouth.”
Raibel answered in a quiet voice.
“…Yes, Master.”
Without any resistance, she knelt before me. It seemed she had already been swept up in the lewd atmosphere filling the room.
“Haa… haa… So this is Master’s…”
With flushed eyes, Raibel stared at my erect cock. I could feel her warm breath tickling the shaft.
“Please…”
Before I could even finish speaking, Raibel took my entire length into her mouth.
“Chuuup, slurp… mmmph, chup.”
“Kgh?!”
She sucked on it like it was a lollipop. I could feel her fangs grazing my cock slightly, but they didn’t break the skin, so it was fine. Every time she moved her head, her soft tongue coiled around me.
I stroked her head as she devoted herself to serving her young master’s cock and said,
“It feels amazing, Raibel…”
My first fellatio in this life was so intense I wanted to shout “I wasted half my life only jerking off!” while throwing up double peace signs. The pleasure was on a completely different level from anything I’d felt with my own hands.
Just then, as I was barely holding back my climax, a quest completion window popped up without any regard for the mood.
⚡ Strength: 5 ▶ 6
💖 Charm: 5 ▶ 10
🔥 Stamina: 11 ▶ 14
Seeing real breasts and groping them had been a huge success. And judging by how eagerly Raibel was sucking my cock right now, the fellatio was a success too. The developer probably never imagined anyone would clear the quest in just thirty minutes of in-game time.
Fuck. I sure as hell didn’t expect it either.
But there was no time to celebrate completing the quest.
To hell with the quest. To hell with everything.
Right now, I wanted to forget everything else and focus every ounce of my senses on Raibel’s incredible blowjob.