Dark Moon
Morning came, and my eyes opened on their own. I didn’t need a clock to know the time. It was roughly seven a.m. Even after deserting the military, I still couldn’t shake that unpleasant habit.
Today, though, I felt no irritation—because of the maid lying beside me.
She must have been a restless sleeper. Dressed in a sheer black negligee that barely veiled her skin, she had wrapped both arms around my neck like a lover and fallen asleep that way. She might as well have been my blanket.
Warm breath. Soft skin. Full breasts. I lay still and took it all in.
If I moved carelessly, Yuria might wake. And she might get the wrong idea. We had only known each other a single day, yet I already wanted something intimate between us.
I closed my eyes and waited for her to rise and pull away. My erect cock was pressed against her thigh, and the pressure felt good. There was nothing I could do about it. Morning wood was a natural physiological response for any healthy man.
“……Mmnh. Master.”
Her sleep-talk made me crack my eyes open. Sleeping Yuria squirmed. She rubbed her full breasts against my chest. Her lips and warm breath brushed my neck. And through the fabric of my sleepwear, the tip of my hard cock pushed into something soft and springy.
I knew at once what it was. I had felt that texture before. Her pussy. My cock was pressing right against her sex.
Desire was hard to hold back. Still pretending to sleep, I set a hand on her ass and carefully stroked and kneaded it. Just touching her felt good. The moment I saw her body shift even slightly, I stopped.
Damn it—my heart was pounding far too hard. Fortunately, she woke on her own half an hour later.
The first thing she did was gently shake my shoulder.
“Master. It is morning.”
“Ah—yeah…. Right.”
I opened my eyes with the performance of a lifetime. Yuria was still in nothing but her underthings.
“I apologize.”
“F-for what?”
“I should have learned your schedule and woken you at the proper time… but yesterday I forgot to ask. Did I wake you too early?”
“It’s fine. No urgent plans today.”
“I’m glad. I will prepare breakfast. Is there anything you would like?”
Her breasts were right there. At the tips of those full black curves, something stiff jutted out. The sheer fabric left her pink areolae and nipples visible. I jerked my gaze upward. Luckily, Yuria didn’t seem to notice.
“Something light for breakfast would be good.”
“Understood. Shall I help you change?”
“No need. I can dress myself. Just get breakfast ready.”
“Yes.”
Yuria climbed down from the bed. My eyes were stolen again by the sway of her chest. She slipped her feet into the boots she had left at the bedside, then bent forward as if something about them displeased her and adjusted them with her hands.
My eyes went round.
“……!!”
Of all things, her ass was pointed straight at me. I knew it was rude, but I couldn’t look away. The size was perfect; the shape was perfect. The contrast of white skin against black panties was pure art.
Th-that—!
A few pubic hairs peeked out along the edge of her panties. That alone was lewd enough—and beyond that, the center of the fabric was wet. Far too clear to be a trick of the light.
Yuria left the room. I sat on the bed in a daze. I shoved the blanket aside and checked my cock. It was hard enough to tent my sleepwear, and the tip was visibly soaked.
…I can’t believe precum is dripping like this. One touch and I’d probably come. That stain on Yuria’s panties… must have been my precum, right?
I started to pull my pants down and take hold of myself—then froze. The door was slightly ajar. My head cooled a fraction.
Jerking off first thing in the morning… too pathetic.
I forced the excitement down by thinking about what I had to do today.
Yuria and I sat down at the table together. Breakfast was bacon, eggs, bread, orange juice—the sort of fare Neo London’s citizens enjoyed. I put a strip of bacon in my mouth first.
Perfect. No further words were needed.
“Master. Would you consider subscribing to a paper newspaper?”
“There’s internet news. Do I really need a physical paper?”
“In Neo London, reading a paper newspaper is considered a gentleman’s virtue. And from time to time, high-grade information that never appears online shows up in print.”
“Then let’s subscribe. I can’t afford to be looked down on for not reading the paper.”
“I will take out a subscription to the Neo Times.”
“Neo Times?”
“The most trusted newspaper in Neo London. Its history alone spans more than five hundred years.”
I rinsed my mouth with orange juice, then asked her,
“If I want to start a business in Neo London, where do I begin?”
“That depends on the kind of business.”
“I’m not interested in anything small. I want to build a company.”
“The easiest path would be to acquire one.”
“And if I don’t have that kind of money?”
“Then you build step by step. Even so, you need a minimum of capital. In Neo London, even opening a tiny corner shop requires at least ten million credits. But more important than capital is the business item itself. What is yours, Master?”
“…Magic. And I know a bit of alchemy.”
“Master. You cannot build a company on magic items or potions alone.”
“Because the market’s already saturated? I’ve got a business item that will rewrite the whole board.”
“It isn’t that. It’s a matter of foundation. Factories, people, connections, massive capital—you need all of it. Jump in half-prepared and… you’ll simply have your idea stolen.”
I had nothing. Realizing that, I let out a sigh.
I was a 5-Class mage. In pure combat power, I could wipe out a whole company of soldiers by myself. But in this world, strength alone did not open every door. Business was the perfect example. I lacked everything a business required.
“I believe it would be best to begin with a small shop. Grow the shop, acquire smaller companies one by one, and gradually expand. And you must build connections. In Neo London, connections can matter even more than capital.”
“Which means I need a business item with guaranteed success. Something to think about….”
Breakfast was finished. Neither of us rose from the table.
“Master. If I may dare to offer advice—when opportunity comes, you must seize it without fail.”
“Huh? That’s obvious.”
“It does not apply only to business. There may have been opportunities right under your nose that you failed to recognize and let slip more than once. Or perhaps you deliberately chose not to take them. Master. Do not be afraid to seize opportunity. You are far greater than you believe yourself to be.”
“…….”
Embarrassed by her words, I scratched the back of my head.
After breakfast I washed, then sat on the sofa and opened the paper newspaper Yuria had brought me. Breathing in the faintly unfamiliar smell of ink, I read from the top down.
Honestly, it was dull. Most of it was material I had no interest in.
Still, it has advantages over internet news. Online, everything is over-sensationalized for clicks—and once you actually read it, half of it is useless.
While I read, Yuria cleaned the living room. When the paper grew tedious, I began stealing glances at her. She was wiping the living-room windows, standing on a step stool and polishing the glass until it squeaked.
I swallowed as I looked at her skirt. Her white thighs and purple panties were on full display.
Those are the panties I touched yesterday. She changed… though they look a little small on her.
Next she wiped the dining table. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the large breasts resting against the tabletop.
“Master. I’ve finished cleaning the living room. May I rest on the sofa?”
“Of course. Sit beside me.”
“Excuse me.”
Yuria sat next to me and closed her eyes. Before long, the resting maid had drifted into soft, even sleep.
Still reading the boring paper, I stepped away to the bathroom for a moment. When I returned, my eyes went round.
Yuria was sitting with both legs spread. The inside of her skirt was completely visible. Her sexy purple panties had ridden deep into her sex, carving a clear cleft down the center. The upper part of the fabric was sheer. Silvery-blue pubic hair—the same color as the hair on her head—was pressed flat against the purple cloth, and a few strands spilled out along the edges.
My cock went hard. It was a sight that left no choice.
For an instant, the words Yuria had spoken earlier came back to me.
If opportunity is right under your nose, do not be afraid to seize it.
…There’s no way this is the opportunity she meant.
I wasn’t that much of an idiot. I could tell the difference.
I stared into her skirt for a while, then went upstairs to my room. I locked the door, sat on the bed, and masturbated. The image of what I had seen under Yuria’s skirt was burned into my mind; I couldn’t stay still.
Two hours later, after a thoroughly satisfying lunch, I prepared to go out.
“Understood. When will you return?”
“I’ll be back before evening, most likely. If I’m going to be late, I’ll call.”
“Yes, Master.”