Non-Virgin Maid Anna: Conquered in Just 10 Minutes (2)
Anna had never seen a man treat a woman with such tenderness in all her life. Nor had she ever witnessed a noble lord being so gentle with a mere maid.
'But… why are you doing this to me, Young Master…♥'
"Oh, yes, Anna. You're the only woman I treat like this. You're the only one in this world I hold so tightly and whisper sweet words of love to! Anna, may I confess something to you? The truth is… I've never held a woman before…"
As if reading her innermost thoughts, the words Anna longed to hear most poured from Werner's lips. She wanted nothing more than to pull him into her arms right then—the blushing virgin boy looking at her with trembling eyes, ashamed of his inexperience.
But instead, Anna pushed him away lightly.
"Don't lie to me, Young Master. Everyone in the manor knows you're a degenerate who frequents the brothels… a man of ill repute. Even that fool Ivan knows it. Right now, you're just… seducing me with sweet words, aren't you?"
Anna remembered this was the laundry room, frequented by maids. She recalled her own status—collared by Kent—and feigned pushing Werner away, driven by her mercenary desire for better treatment baited by a man's professed love.
"Anna, don't believe the reckless tongues trying to drive a wedge between us."
Even as she pushed him, Werner refused to release her wrist. He spoke with a face on the verge of tears.
Then he lifted her wrist and showered fervent kisses on the back of her hand, appealing to her even more romantically.
"Anna, can't you see my face right in front of you? Look into my eyes. Judge for yourself if this is the gaze of a liar!"
Anna followed his words, lifting her head to meet his eyes.
Not a single drop of deceit—eyes filled only with passion and the pure innocence of a man untouched by women—locked onto hers.
'Ah… aaaah…!'
Even the male leads from the romance novels her literate fellow maids had haltingly read aloud weren't as romantic as the Werner before her now.
Soon, Anna too was moved, gazing up at him with large, tear-filled eyes.
It felt too sudden… but from the moment he'd grabbed her wrist, her racing heart and womb had convinced her this was proof of love.
"Young Master… yes, you're right. I don't sense even a speck of falsehood in your eyes."
At her words, Werner smiled—a devilish grin more akin to a demon than an angel, yet all the more alluring for it. He removed his luxurious fur cloak and draped it over Anna's shivering shoulders, chilled from the cold washwater.
As their distance closed, he naturally pulled her into an embrace.
Clutched in his broad chest, Anna's heart pounded harder. But her womb raced even faster—the moment he held her tight, the already erect bulge between his legs pressed firmly against her womb.
'Ugh… c-can't… breathe… b-but it feels so good… a-and… Young Master's thing is so much b-bigger than that old bastard Kent's…♥♥♥'
Werner stroked her face with both hands, patted her back, kissed her forehead, and whispered sweetly as he deceived her.
"Don't feel any guilt, Anna. There's no need for such things between us. You've done nothing wrong, Anna! Neither trying to kill me nor being dragged to Kent's bedchamber under the weight of debt—it was never your fault!"
"Sob… sniff…"
Words she'd secretly wished someone would say, even if lies, now came from the young master's lips without a trace of deceit. Anna couldn't hold back her tears. The despair accumulated from Kent's abuse melted away in his warm embrace, transforming into love juices that seemed to flow endlessly.
"Anna, you were just a frail woman. If anyone's at fault, it's me—for knowing your suffering yet staying away because you were the knight captain's woman! Anna… can you accept my love? Can you cast aside the knight captain and choose me?"
"Y-Young Master, what do you…?"
Anna panicked at his abrupt demand to abandon the knight captain. Though he'd professed love, as a noble, she believed she was just a one-night plaything. But what he wanted seemed far more radical than warming his bed for a night.
"Ah, too soon?"
Werner's murmur, barely audible. Unlike his earlier exaggerated romance, it carried a hint of annoyance.
'…Young Master?'
"Ah, damn. …Anna! Go on, hit me!"
Anna was bewildered, but soon forgot everything in shock at what Werner did next.
He gripped her wrist, raised her hand, and slapped his own cheek—hard.
Slap—! Slap—!
"Anna, hit me! Punish me for leaving you like this! Oh, Anna, you delicate little sparrow of a woman. How could that vile Kent cast his wicked net over such a tiny, fragile bird! Now I will save you. I will rescue the innocent bird from that evil knight captain."
Anna gasped at Werner's face, tears glistening in his eyes. She could barely breathe.
Near-death peril, sudden salvation. A confession beyond imagination.
Everything was chaos. But the warmth of his hand still gripping hers was undeniable.
Just an hour ago, Kent had slapped her, treating her like a disposable whore.
But this man was different. Even witnessing her applying monster bait to his clothes, he showed no anger—only concern for her pain.
A dazzling, sturdy lifeline descending upon Anna, teetering on the abyss's edge. And handsome, too.
Overwhelming fear, overwhelming tenderness… and sexual arousal. That extreme contrast, spiced with potent desire, crumbled the thick walls of terror toward Kent in her heart.
Thick tears fell from Anna's large eyes. Werner gently reached out, wiping her wet cheek with his thumb.
"No more crying alone, Anna. Your father's debt, Kent's threats—I'll erase them all starting today."
"Young Master… sob, why go so far for a lowly wretch like me…?"
"Lowly? You'll wear the finest silk dresses at my side from now on. This lovely hand will bear not cold laundry, but the largest diamond ring in the territory… ngh, urk, heh-heh-heh, ugh."
Mid-sentence, Werner jerked his head away, biting his lip hard as his body shuddered. His broad shoulders heaved; his face flushed crimson, as if suppressing something unbearable.
'Aah… Young Master…! To tremble with rage and heartache over a pathetic maid like me…!'
Seeing him quake, unable to contain his emotions for her sake, Anna lost all reason.
"Ahem…!"
Werner cleared his throat, forcibly composing himself and looking at her again. To Anna, even this seemed the noble restraint of a lover swallowing tears.
Relief at finding perfect salvation from hell's brink. Her heart swelled with faith fiercer than any she'd known.
Werner reached out, gently cupping her chin. His hot, dominant gaze ensnared her teary eyes.
Anticipating what was coming, Anna gazed at him with lewd eyes. With the playboy prejudice gone, his handsomeness stood out anew.
It made sense—he was the brother of Lady Isabella, the territory's greatest beauty.
"So, Anna. Forget that old, ugly bastard Kent. Become my woman completely."
"Y-Young Master…"
"Give me everything. I'll keep you in my arms forever, loved eternally."
Anna hesitated no more. Gazing up through tears, she rose on tiptoes, wrapping her slender arms around his neck.
"Yes… yes…! I'll give you everything. I'll love only you forever, by your side…"
Her trembling lips met his. Skillfully, she sucked and licked his tongue.
Werner wrapped his arms around her slim waist, responding with a deep, passionate kiss.
"Mmph, hmph… haa…"
The chilly laundry room heated up in an instant.
Unlike with Kent.
No violence or coercion—just tender heat yearning for each other.
Pure love.
His cloak spread on the floor.
A small space for just the two of them.
Now naked, Anna lay down bashfully. Werner stripped too.
Seeing his revealed cock, Anna felt joy nearly matching his confession.
'B-big… so much bigger… at least three times Kent's…!'
Their bodies overlapped.
"Haa, Young Master… so warm…"
"Just endure a little. I'll melt you gently soon, my pretty little bird… ngh! …My pretty, tiny bird alone, oh."
Anna parted her legs shyly yet eagerly, welcoming him with a blissful smile—worlds apart from the forced grins for Kent.
"Ahh…! Aaah, Young Master… I love you… haang, it feels so good…"
The savior who pulled her from despair's pit.
Werner Kraus.
Erasing Kent entirely, Anna melted endlessly into the pure pleasure he gave so tenderly.
…Young Master was astonishingly good.
Early spring's chill in the laundry room shifted perfectly the moment I dropped my pants.
A thick, mind-numbing male musk flooded the space.
"Hnnngh…! Y-Young Master's scent… haaa…"
Anna's teary eyes glazed over instantly at the smell.
Fear of Kent, anxiety over sex with a near-stranger outdoors—all traces vanished.
I roughly gripped the back of her neck, devouring the non-virgin's lips trembling not with shame, but anticipation.
Kiss Lv.5
The faint reason left in Anna's eyes dulled instantly; pussy juices dripped from between her legs.
My tongue ravaged her mouth, tangling thickly, crumbling her last tension.
Gasping for breath from the kiss, she wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging in pleasure.
Lips locked, I hiked up her maid skirt, slyly slipping fingers between her thighs.
"Mmph, hmph! Ah, aaang…!"
Pussy Caress
I parted the already soaked mound with my fingers—
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooooh!”
She was a non-virgin anyway. Not high-value like Leona.
A disposable tool to send back to Kent and cut loose later—no need for tempo control or Orgasm Control. I just pistoned mechanically.
I focused more on her arousal meter hovering above her head than her pleasure.
A massive flood of juices erupted, soaking my hand and cloak.
'Fuck, non-virgin pussy juice. So filthy… filthy yet turning me on! That pure face on a slut—sanction! Sanction! Finger-fuck that slut hole!'
Psychological disgust at fingering a non-virgin clashed with my throbbing cock, rock-hard long ago.
If mind-reading hadn't revealed her non-virginity, she'd pass for a pitiful maid anywhere. No wonder Kent eyed her. Slim figure, but top-tier face. So I fingered her pussy even rougher, mercilessly.
'Don't stick out your tongue in ahegao with that innocent face just from some fingering!'
Pussy Caress has leveled up!
I ignored the pleasant message, slapping her barely swollen, meager tits with my palm.
Her sensitive skin reddened instantly, my handprint rising despite not hitting hard.
"Spread your legs wider."
She looked flustered at my cold command, but already tamed by the pleasure, Anna forgot shame and splayed her thighs wide.
The non-virgin maid's lewd interior lay bare before me.
I buried my face in her pussy.
Didn't want to lick a non-virgin's hole, but with my massive size, I needed to loosen her plenty beforehand. Otherwise, her arousal and affection would plummet from pain.
“Y-Young Master? What are you… kyaah!”
Embarrassed and confused, she arched her back and neck, hips quivering as my tongue touched her pussy.
In this dark fantasy world without human rights—let alone cunnilingus for non-incels—the effect was explosive.
Anna's affection rises sharply!
'Affection up just from licking her pussy, you slut! Unforgivable… hmm, no bad smell, tastes good though. …Daring a non-virgin to earn my praise! Unforgivable! Tongue sanction now! Sanction! Gush that slut juice!'
Her pussy looked fresh and petite like a virgin's outside, but inside it clenched surprisingly well. When I first stripped her maid uniform, I'd worried about fitting my huge cock in that tiny hole—but not anymore.
I playfully nipped her clit with my teeth.
“Agghhh, agggghhh!”
The non-virgin maid thrashed wildly, hips bucking from a mere clit bite.
Looked painful, but not my problem.
Loosen her pussy just enough, then ram my cock in.
No need to spare a non-virgin slut.