Day 1 Observation (3) — Affection Between Sisters
Once the intense morning service concludes, the relief maids must promptly vacate their places.
The Master is a busy man, after all. His duties range from the narrow task of managing this estate, to the broader oversight of the many castles and villages across his vast domain — and wider still, to keeping watch over affairs of the entire world as they flow in through his various vassals.
Once morning relief and other such physiological needs have been seen to, it is both rule and courtesy that we relief maids withdraw quickly, unless the Master commands otherwise.
"Click, clack..."
Now, look.
Beryl is only now straightening her clothes — after having already stepped out of the Master's bedroom. Her skirt is twisted around, its buttons not even fully fastened. Her blouse is missing a button entirely, and the chest of it is stained with the sacred semen her Master so generously bestowed upon her. Her hair is a disheveled mess, and her makeup has smeared into a blend of sweat and seed♡
Ah... I want to smell it...♡
Yes?
I was merely sharing a frank impression, as a female in heat♡
Anyway. The only thing about her that's still properly in place is those sharp high heels wrapped around her feet.
Such a disheveled appearance would be considered unseemly — a shameful lapse in dignity — for maids of any other household, such as at a guest's manor.
But here, things are a little different.
We are relief maids, existing at all times and in all places to service the desires of men — the Master above all — and sometimes even of our fellow females. A disheveled state after relief service is, rather, proof that one has diligently fulfilled the duty assigned to her♡
That said, this disheveled look is only permitted in the immediate aftermath of service. Handling the semen of our chosen men with not just our mouth-pussies but our entire bodies — that is the natural duty of a living Onahole. Yet at the same time, we are also an ornament of beauty, something pleasing to the eye that adorns the scenery of this mansion.
Therefore, the moment your clothes fall into disarray, you must return to your room at once and change into something fresh and pristine. Even on the walk back, you must strive to maintain as much composure as possible.
Collecting stray semen and swallowing it with your mouth-pussy is the most recommended method, but if that proves impractical, wiping it with your apron is permitted. Torn buttons can't be helped, but any that remain must be fastened. You should gather the collar of your blouse so it sits at its original angle. Skirts must be smoothed back in their proper direction.
And no matter what happens, underwear — panties above all — must always be worn. Whether they're soaked through with pussy juice, drenched in semen, or outright torn, they must still be pulled up over your front pussy and back pussy.
That is simply the nature of rules — a little confining by design. I, too, was scolded and taught these rules by the head maids who came before me. And surely there's a reason for all of it, isn't there?
"Oh my, Beryl♡"
Well, well. Another sister makes her appearance.
Have a look, won't you?
Blonde hair that gleams like silk, thanks to expensive oils and nutritional tonics — and, on occasion, the semen the chosen men lovingly rub into it. A female whose smile shines even brighter than that hair. This girl's name is Rachel.
As far as I know, she is Beryl's dearest friend and the mood maker of the entire mansion. Taking joy in any demand asked of her is, of course, basic etiquette for her kind — a girl who never shows a trace of weariness, even when fainting from climax after climax, always smiling softly. She's also the one forever chattering away, drawing laughter from her sisters. And beyond servicing the men, she is every bit as devoted to the loving she shares with her fellow females♡
Anyway — shall we listen in on the two of them?
"Well, well, well. Already off getting stuffed first thing in the morning and strutting around? You shameless little slut♡"
That was a joke, of course♡
Morning, noon, evening, or night — relief maids are girls who exist to be stuffed and strutting, after all.
Shameless... little...
Ahem, ahem.
I'm sure she simply misspoke, meaning to say something more... flattering.
"Rachel. Good morning."
"Mm-hmm♡ Morning to you too, my pretty little whore♡"
Ah. Did I mention this girl has a rather foul mouth?
And that she's something of a trouble maker as well?
Right, I did.
Mood maker. She makes the mood... and she makes trouble too...
Well, neither description is wrong♡
But don't worry. It's teasing born of affection. Word has it that a knight named Millio recently joked that Rachel's mouth is so filthy because she only ever serves with her mouth-pussy.
Hmm, I wonder. If that were the reason, then Beryl's mouth ought to be every bit as filthy as hers.
Mine too, for that matter♡
"How many loads did you take already this morning♡ The smell of semen is just radiating off you♡"
"H-hey, hold on...♡"
"Sniff, sniff — now whose cum could this be, smeared all over you so deliciously♡"
She's pressing her nose right up against Beryl's enormous chest, drinking in the scent. Beryl is pretending to be embarrassed, but dear Guest, you mustn't be fooled by that sly little expression. She wore that cum on her tits out here precisely so she could show it off.
"I know already."
"What...? Really?"
The two females' eyes go wide. One with delight, the other with surprise.
"There's no mistaking it. That's the Master's semen, without a doubt."
"...H-how did you tell?"
"Hehe♡ This big sister has her ways, you see♡"
Why are you looking at me? Ah — you'd like an explanation. Of course.
Truthfully, any sister with a decent amount of experience could hardly miss that thick, weighty scent of the Master's. But do you recall how I explained that the Master is a great archmage? Indeed — the mightiest on this very continent.
A mage of that caliber often leaves traces of mana even in the bodily fluids he bestows. To put it precisely: merely passing by the Master is enough for anyone with even a modest grounding in magic to sense, through his scent alone, that a being of overwhelming power is near.
If Rachel had never discovered her talent and become a relief maid — or if her beauty hadn't been so exceptional — or, say, if Rachel had been born a man? She might well have become a capable mage, serving at the Master's court and stuffing us all to her heart's content.
Anyway.
"Ahh...♡ You know what, Beryl?"
"What."
As Rachel grins and presses herself closer and closer, Beryl scrunches up her face. The two females know each other as intimately as only dear friends can — and Beryl has caught on that something is brewing behind that smile.
"You look so fucking hot right now♡♡"
"What is that even supposed to mean, seriously."
Hmm... that's not the most becoming way to speak. But it looks like something lovely is about to unfold, so let's let it pass.
"Oh, I can't help myself. Eiii♡♡"
"H-hey...! What are you... ahhn...♡♡"
"Ehehe... just hold still. Big sister's going to spoil you rotten."
You're wondering whether it's acceptable for two females to entwine with each other in the corridor?
Of course it is.
The foremost principle of a relief maid is this: should any member of the household desire it, she offers her body freely and without reserve, providing relief. And relief maids are, themselves, unquestionably members of this household. No problem at all, you see?
Naturally, should a more senior member — the Master himself, one of his vassals, or a servant — express a desire, then their demands must be accommodated first and foremost. That much must be observed.
"Haaah...♡ This sweet, sweet scent♡♡"
"Nnh... ah, th-that tickles... ahhn...♡"
"Mwah, mwah... mmwah...♡♡"
It goes without saying that the Master's semen is most exquisite when savored straight from the source. But served upon a female's body like this, it carries a splendid flavor all its own.
It feels immodest to say of myself, but we females are ever diligent in our self-care — grooming our figures, to be sure, but also our makeup, skin whitening, perfume, oils, and more. Each of our skins gives off its own distinct fragrance.
When the chance arises, do try taking a scent of each of us in turn and comparing. It's a delightful pastime♡
On its own, our scent serves to stimulate a man's senses and amplify his desire. But add to it the weighty, sweetness of a man's semen♡ — and for us females, it becomes an experience finer still.
Rachel is tasting the Master's semen, licking at those plump, milky breasts. She looks quite pleased with herself.
And Beryl — after all that feigned reluctance, she's gone quiet already, hasn't she? She's a diligent girl, yes, but she shines even brighter than that. Whether it's the relief service a man provides her, or the pleasure shared between females♡ — she gives herself fully to both.
"Shlup... mm... churp...♡ Haaah, Beryl, Beryl...♡♡"
"Nn... mmn... here too, you know...♡"
"Oh my, you greedy little slut♡"
Look at her♡ All that feigned reluctance, and yet she's pointing out where to lick with her own finger. After the breasts, come her cheek and her chin. What an utterly voracious licker she is.
But of course — the sight of a lowly relief maid diligently cleaning up the sweet semen her Master spilled upon her is exactly as it should be.
"Nnn... you — don't you dare think you're leaving after getting me all worked up like this."
"Oh my, oh my, you shameless thing♡ Fine, fine. Big sister simply must pamper you to pieces, then♡"
Truly, that's Beryl for you. She is a truly exemplary relief maid, isn't she? The very moment she finishes her service to the Master, she immediately provides entertainment like this.
The relief maids of the Master's beautiful court, their bodies tangled together, rubbing mouth-pussy against mouth-pussy. Is it not beautiful?
Plump lips crossing with sleek lips. A cum-polished breast meeting a springy, bouncy one. Tongue against tongue, and the lingering aftertaste of the Master still held inside each mouth-pussy crossing over and over. It is nothing short of a living painting.
"I love you, Beryl. You dirty little pussy♡♡"
"Honestly... you have the most vulgar mouth-pussy of anyone, you know♡"
She's exactly right, that.
"And you could stand to be as soft and sweet as this cute little front pussy of yours♡"
That's fair as well. Her front pussy is a good girl — adorably dribbling out plops of pussy juice and clenching so wonderfully tight — and her back pussy is a well-trained good girl too.
And yet, whenever Rachel is involved, she somehow gets so prickly.
Yes, yes, but of course♡ It's precisely because that's how dearly she loves her sister on the inside. Composed and exemplary on the surface, but unable to be honest with just one particular person, and so she snaps and bristles. Isn't that her most adorable point, though♡
"Oh my, oh my, look at this♡ Look how much cum is seeping out of your pussy♡"
That was fast. One moment she was merely fussing with Beryl's skirt — and in the next, she's flipped up both Beryl's skirt and her panties, and is running her fingers over that slick, dripping pussy.
"Whoa♡ It's so sticky...♡ See? We only did it a few times and already there's this much stringing..."
The instant Rachel's fingers, fresh from stroking Beryl's pussy, part from each other, pale, cloudy threads stretch down between them. It can hardly be helped. The semen the Master bestows is truly, truly thick and sticky♡
"Sniff sniff... ahh♡ This intoxicating smell of cum...♡ You sly little vixen. Just how much have you been currying favor with the Master, hmm?"
"If you're jealous, just say you're jealous."
"Fine, I'm jealous, okay? So how about you serve your big sister a little, then?"
Rachel sucks the cum from her fingers with a wet, slurping sound as she speaks.
"Is that how you ask for something?"
"No... no, I suppose not."
"Good. A little more politely, then—"
"—Do it, you wench! That's an order♡"
"Kyaa!"
Oh my, oh my. That was nearly a broken heel for Beryl.
Rachel abruptly seized her by the shoulders and pulled, sending her stumbling. The sight of her milk-heavy breasts swaying grandly through the air is lovely, as is her skirt flipping entirely up to expose her soaked panties, her butt line shamelessly on display — all of it quite the view, truly. But if she ends up spraining an ankle doing this, imagine the toll it would take on her relief service.
She really is an incorrigible one.
"Hey...! I almost rolled my ankle, you—"
"Shush♡ If you've got breath to spare for whining, spend it sucking my pussy♡"
No, no — as I keep repeating, however it may look, the two of them get along wonderfully. Just look at Beryl's posture, even after being shoved down so abruptly.
She naturally brings the heels of her high heels up to rest against her own hips, anchoring them there, spreads her legs wide to shamelessly present her drenched panties, and brings her mouth-pussy to her sister's pussy♡
"Beryl, Beryyyll... mwah, more, moreee...♡ Suck me harder, pleeease♡"
"Ahhn, s-stop it... ahh...♡ Don't, press down like... ahhn, ah...!"
The slick, squelching sounds of pussy juice. The whimpers and moans of two females crying out for each other. The curve of a rear gently bent under the press of high heels — and beneath it, the plump mound of a pussy bulging out. Legs spread wide open, flaunting their flawless lines without the slightest reservation. The sensual line of side-boob peeking out from the side. A skirt brazenly hoisted up by her own hand. Panties caught dangling between her thighs. And the spread-wide pussy that lets her sister lick her with ease.
A magnificent feast for the eyes, wouldn't you say?
It's just a little shame there's no man about — to watch this scene unfold, or better yet, to slip in between them and receive some service of his own.