Secretary Francesca 1
I opened my eyes, feeling a level of warmth that was almost suffocating.
Even though the succubi had been bickering just yesterday about who would get to sleep next to me, they were now wrapped around my arms and legs, one by one, soundly asleep. It was hard to tell if they were on good terms or bad.
Wait, someone’s missing.
The pink-haired mother, the black-haired sister, and the blonde sister were all there. The blonde maid was present, too, but the red-haired secretary was nowhere to be found.
I checked my phone; it was exactly 11:00 AM. I remembered that even though I hadn't had sex with Francesca before going to sleep, I had tasked her with cleaning up my semen every time I ejaculated. The memories were still vivid.
We had watched the sunrise together before falling asleep, yet she was already up and starting her day. She could have just relaxed while on vacation.
“Hmm, mmm….”
Anna was smacking her lips in her sleep, perhaps dreaming of eating semen. She was a servant just like Francesca, but the contrast between them was stark.
I gave the shameless maid’s breasts a resounding slap before getting out of bed. As soon as I, the center of their attention, disappeared, the four beauties squirmed and reached out, feeling for me. Eventually, they just tangled themselves together and drifted back to sleep.
It was still a bit awkward to see my mother among them, but I figured it was because she had been through so much hardship.
“It is the duty of a proper secretary to relieve the Young Master’s erect cock.”
I could have just grabbed any one of them and shoved my cock inside, but perhaps because I’d ejaculated so many times yesterday, I found myself craving a relaxing hot spring over raunchy sex.
I threw on a yukata and stepped outside.
“Ah, the weather is great.”
Unlike yesterday, the sun was blazing. I stepped onto the stone path leading to the outdoor hot spring and looked up at the sky, feeling a sense of liberation.
“By the way, how many times did I cum yesterday?”
About ten times in the car on the way here. And in the hot spring….
I started counting on my fingers, but when I realized even my toes wouldn't be enough, I stopped reminiscing. At the same time, I felt both proud and terrified that my body showed no signs of soreness or fatigue.
“Mother, what on earth have you done to me?”
My stamina grew stronger the more I used it, and the sex never got old. Lately, I found myself looking forward to every single day.
Splash!
“La-la-la.”
I washed off in the shower room before entering the hot spring. As I headed toward the water, I caught sight of a woman already inside. A petite head and hair that looked like it was on fire. It was our stoic secretary, Francesca.
Her hair, usually tied up neatly, was disheveled from the water, and she looked absolutely beautiful.
“Oh? Ah, Young Master. You’re awake. Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well, Francesca? What time did you wake up?”
As I approached, she noticed me and greeted me.
“I haven’t been awake long myself. Besides, even if the sun is warm, it’s still cold. You should get in quickly.”
“Shall I?”
I didn't hesitate and sat down next to her.
“Haa… that’s nice. By the way, do you usually not sleep much, Francesca?”
They say beauties are sleepyheads. If that were true, wouldn't succubi have to sleep from the moment they were born until they died?
“I do tend to sleep in on my days off. However… I was so looking forward to today that I couldn't sleep.”
She didn't have a single dark circle for someone who had barely slept, but I let it slide.
“What were you looking forward to so much? Our secretary?”
Slide.
I smiled deviously and wrapped my arm around her waist. She just looked at me with an expressionless face.
“You are as mischievous as the Master, Young Master.”
“What? What were you looking forward to? Tell me quickly.”
I slowly stroked her side, from her ribs down to her hips. The hot spring water soaked into her soft skin, making her feel supple and firm.
Francesca, the stoic but kind secretary, lifted one arm and pulled my waist toward her. It was a gesture that allowed me to touch her body more easily, while simultaneously expressing her desire for me to make her feel even better. She was a commendable secretary in many ways.
“Today is the day we promised to have sex… why are you looking at me like that?”
I had known, but Francesca was confessing that she couldn't sleep because she was looking forward to sex with me. Unlike her monotone voice and cold expression, the content of her words was incredibly lewd.
“Do you know that? Your face is blushing, Francesca.”
“…My heart beats fast when I see you… I think that is why.”
What a wicked secretary! It was a level of wickedness that a weak human body couldn't even fathom. The gap between her calm confession and the truth was incredibly hot.
“I’m in great condition today, too. My cock must have known I was going to fuck you.”
“…Ahem, is that so? That is a relief.”
At my words, the corners of her mouth twitched upward for a second before vanishing behind a fake cough. Come to think of it, Francesca had said this before:
“I will show you my smile when we are alone.”
Just as I was about to bring that up, Francesca stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“Actually, I have prepared something… may I go get it?”
“Prepared…?”
“Yes. I didn't know you would come to the hot spring, so I didn't bring it, but it won't take long.”
“Alright.”
As I nodded, she began to walk away, water dripping from her body.
“Francesca! Shake your hips while you walk!”
“…Yes.”
She hesitated for a moment at my request, but answered reluctantly. She stood still for a moment after turning away, then—
Wiggle, wiggle.
She walked away with a model’s gait, wiggling her large hips.
“Hehe. She’s so cute.”
Does Francesca know how cute she is? She puts up an iron wall of professionalism to everyone else, but becomes a total slut in front of me. She was truly the ideal woman.
As I enjoyed the hot spring thinking about that, I felt someone behind me.
“Francesca’s back… Whoa!”
“Have you been waiting long?”
I couldn't close my mouth in surprise as I turned around. It was no wonder; she was wearing a bikini.
“Is this the aesthetic of concealment?”
We had already seen everything there was to see, but seeing her nipples and pussy covered up made me realize just how precious my experiences had been. I felt an urge to see her beautiful, clean pussy with my own eyes again.
“…I am relieved that you seem to like it.”
Francesca’s usually rigid expression had melted a little. She must have been worried about whether I would like it or not while preparing the bikini.
“Like it? I feel like I’m going to go crazy.”
Her snow-white skin contrasted with her red hair, and the sexy black bikini contrasted with both. The thin scraps of fabric covered only the parts she couldn't show others. I could feel the effort she had put into thinking about how to turn me on.
And the way she walked toward me, wiggling her hips as I had asked earlier—
*Erect!*
It was enough to make my cock, which had been raring to go since earlier, ache with how hard it was.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
She sat down next to me and linked her arms with mine. I felt a different texture than usual because of the bikini, but it didn't bother me at all. How could something like that move a man so much?
Perhaps sensing my lingering gaze, Francesca turned her head toward me.
“You may look all you want. My body is yours, after all.”
It was a satisfying enough statement, but I couldn't help but want more. That’s just how humans, let alone men, are.
“And your heart?”
“….”
“Is your heart mine, too?”
She was silent for a moment at my question, then, as she always did, she spoke the truth.
“I… cannot give you a definitive answer yet.”
It was a vague answer—neither a yes nor a no—but that was fine.
“To be more precise, I think I am over 85% of the way there.”
“Hahaha, that’s such a specific number, it’s even less believable.”
“Hmm… what can I do to make you believe me?”
She was seriously pondering my joking remark. I liked Francesca like that, but now I wanted to see her smile.
“Francesca, you promised me last time, right?”
“…Are you talking about showing you my smile?”
“Yes.”
Seeing her answer immediately, she must have remembered.
“It is embarrassing, but for you, Young Master…”
The corners of her mouth trembled as they lifted, but they wouldn't curve past a certain angle.
“What was that? I saw you almost smile earlier, too.”
I had seen her trying to hold back a laugh earlier.
“Me? I have no memory of that.”
“Geez. You’re so shameless.”
As I turned my head away as if sulking, I felt her confusion radiating from behind me.
“Young Master.”
“…Yes?”
“Please look at me.”
I turned my head at her desperate tone.
“….”
There was Francesca, trying her best to smile brightly. She shone brighter than anyone else under the blazing sun. Her red hair suited the scenery perfectly.
“…This is the best I can do for now, but I will strive to improve for you, Young Master.”
“…No, that’s not it.”
I was lost for words for a moment before finally regaining my composure.
“You don't have to do that. I just realized that Francesca is incredibly beautiful whether she’s smiling or crying.”
“I have never cried, though…”
She muttered in a small voice at my words. She looked shy at the sudden compliment, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. It was a rare sight, one I rarely saw unless she was smelling me or sucking my cock, so I burned it into my memory.
And when she calmed down and the blush had completely faded—
“Francesca, kiss me.”
“It is an honor, Young Master.”