Extra: Charlotte (4) - A Maid's Surrender
Squelch! Squelch!
“Mmmh… haaang… haaahng!”
Charlotte began to pant as she rolled her hips. Her movements were still clumsy, but her tightly clenching pussy worked my cock with eager skill.
“Mm, that feels good.”
“R-Really? Hnngh…!”
She lifted her head at my words, flashing a bright smile, only for a moan to slip out as the motion stimulated her.
“I-I’ll work hard, Young Master.”
“I’m counting on you.”
At my smile, Charlotte’s face flushed with excitement and melted into a sweet, dazed grin as she rocked her hips.
Slap! Slap!
Every time her ass met my lower body, obscene sounds filled the room. Behind the drawn curtains, in the dim candlelight, Charlotte moved above me.
“Eut… heung… haak!”
She thrust her waist with determination. Braced on her arms atop me, her small bottom rubbed and ground against my hips in a fresh, intoxicating rhythm.
The virgin tightness… well, this was my first time with a virgin too. The way her pussy gripped and sucked at my cock sent slow, creeping pleasure rising from my groin.
“Haaung, Young Master…!”
Moans spilled from her small lips as she worked her hips, her skirt hem tickling my skin with every motion. Knowing how loud she was getting, Charlotte bit her lip hard, trying to stifle her voice.
Squelch!
“You really are a lewd girl, Charlotte.”
“Hnngh, Young Master…!”
Even hidden beneath her skirt, every roll of her hips produced wet, filthy sounds. It was clearly her first time, yet pleasure seemed to outweigh any pain; I watched her struggle to hold back her moans.
She didn’t know, but from her blind spot I kept one hand on her hip and secretly cast a healing spell. No matter how wet she was, a virgin shouldn’t be able to feel only pleasure this quickly.
“I’m not lewd…!”
“Oh?”
I gripped her waist and gave a small, testing thrust.
Squuuueeeelch!
“Mmm.”
“Eung! Aang! Aaaaaang!”
Charlotte’s pussy clamped down hard. Feeling those tiny chewing motions, I tightened my grip on her waist. She had come lightly, back arching, and I caught her before she could collapse. Her trembling body made her inner walls quiver around my cock.
“Charlotte. Charlotte.”
“Huuuugh… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
I kissed her lips—now twisted in complete, shameless pleasure. I held her limp body close until her breathing steadied.
“You haven’t come even once, yet I’m the only one who….”
“I told you it’s fine.”
I pulled the apologetic girl into a tight embrace. Her petite frame, which fit so naturally against me, had gone completely soft and pliant.
She looked up at me, flustered. I met her gaze and smiled.
“This is only the beginning.”
“Y-Young Master?”
“Hold on tight.”
Once I confirmed she had recovered enough, I seized her hips and drove upward.
Slap!
“Haaaaangh!”
One powerful thrust made her moan loudly, back arching. I held her firmly with magical reinforcement—she couldn’t escape now. My own cock had been at its limit from her virgin tightness for a while.
Thud! Slap!
“Hngh! W-Wait, haaaangh! Aang! Wait… please, Young Master!”
“Nope.”
Each time my hips rose, the head of my cock scraped along her inner walls, pulling back until it nearly slipped free before slamming deep again as she sank down.
Slap! Slap!
“Huuuuugh!”
I felt her body shudder continuously under the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
“Haa… haaang!”
I licked the drool from the corner of her mouth and kept thrusting without pause.
“Hng! Aang! Aaaang!”
Every time Charlotte lost her mind and trembled, her pussy nibbled greedily at my cock.
“Look how tightly you’re biting me. You really are lewd. Aren’t you?”
“Heung… haang! Young Master… Young Master!”
She buried her face in my chest. I patted her back while watching her skirt-covered ass quiver behind her. Her maid uniform was soaked with sweat, her neatly tied hair now a mess. A single bead of sweat sliding down her nape looked incredibly erotic.
Maybe only a pervert would find this sight even more beautiful.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, Young Master! I’ll… soon…! Hngh! Aang!”
Thud!
“Aaaaang!”
Charlotte tried desperately to regain her senses, but I never stopped moving. She’d been coming lightly again and again; even when she tried to hold my chest and move, the cock scraping her oversensitive walls made her collapse once more.
“Aang! Ang… aaang!”
I had cleared my entire schedule on purpose. Chloe could handle the work. I left everything else for later and simply held the trembling girl who had collapsed against me.
“Hueh… Y-Young… Master.”
“You can call me Leo.”
I kissed her—eyes unfocused, drool trailing from her lips.
“Leo… nim…!”
“That’s right. Good girl.”
Squelch… squelch…!
Every thrust into her completely melted lower body produced wet, obscene sounds that made my rock-hard cock feel like it was swelling even larger. Charlotte, handled by me with that dazed expression, seemed to notice; her body twitched and shivered.
“Hngh, Young Master! You have to… pull out…!”
“I’m cumming!”
Spurt! Spurt!
I ignored her words, drove as deep as possible, and let go.
“Haaaaaaaangh!”
The final deep thrust must have reached her womb. Charlotte’s body arched violently. She clung to me, trembling all over, as her pussy twitched and squeezed my cock in rhythmic spasms.
Spurt! Spurt!
The refreshing rush of semen flooded her small interior completely.
“Y-Young… Master.”
“It’s okay, Charlotte.”
I gently patted her back. Slowly her anxious eyes regained clarity.
“And I told you to call me Leo, didn’t I?”
“…Leo-nim.”
I held the shyly murmuring girl and immediately thrust my newly hardened cock back inside her. This time Charlotte didn’t pull away. Instead, her stocking-clad legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Mm… chu, chu! Chuuup… chup! I love… chu! you… chuurup, chuup! …please!”
“Yeah.”
I embraced her body as she kissed me without pause. Exchanging sweet saliva, breathing in the thick scent of her that now clung to my own skin, we spent the entire morning lost in each other.
“Charlotte.”
“L-Lena-nim.”
“This way.”
Lena quietly summoned Charlotte and led her into an empty room. Charlotte was drenched in sweat; though she had tried to clean up, the evidence was obvious. The other maids who usually assisted Lena supported the staggering girl as they followed their superior inside.
Several maids stood guard at the door. Inside the room, with only Lena and a handful of servants present, Charlotte swallowed nervously.
“Did you have sex with the Young Master?”
“Y-Yes.”
Charlotte’s face burned crimson as she lowered her head. She was mortified knowing they must have heard every lewd cry she made, but she understood this was standard procedure.
Lena studied her, checking the state of her clothes. Even after tidying, the underwear beneath the disheveled uniform was in complete disarray. The heavy scent of sweat and sex still clung to her.
“I will perform the verification.”
“Yes.”
Matching the practiced movements of the other maids who had already prepared the area, Charlotte lifted her skirt over the white sheet. Her white panties were stained with wiped semen. A maid beside her carefully held the hem of the skirt.
Following that cue, Charlotte slowly slid her panties down.
Squelch…
The lewd sound echoed in the quiet room. Charlotte’s cheeks flushed deeper, but Lena and the maids watched with perfectly neutral expressions. Small traces of blood mixed with semen created a strange color on the fabric—the same sight Charlotte had glimpsed earlier while cleaning herself.
“Hm. Verification complete.”
“Shall we clean it?”
Charlotte spoke while fighting her embarrassment. Lena regarded her for a moment, then shook her head.
“I’ll leave that to you. You understand the rest, yes?”
“…Yes.”
Charlotte nodded, recalling the obligations listed in the contract. One required reporting all physical conditions—including menstruation—after the first night. Another mandated immediate notification whenever she had sex with Leoric Franz.
“If you conceive, several additional confirmations will be necessary. Even if some questions feel humiliating, you must accept them. That is what it means to spend a night with the Young Master.”
“Yes. I understand. As long as I can remain by his side… I will do anything.”
Lena nodded at Charlotte’s earnest declaration and closed her eyes. In any case, acquiring another useful tool for the Young Master was a positive development. A maid’s station was perfectly suitable for the role.
After instructing Charlotte to rest for the remainder of the day, Lena organized the room and moved on to her next duties.
“And then, after that, Leo-nim—!”
“Ah, yes. I see.”
Neria forced a smile, her expression exhausted, as she listened to Charlotte chatter away with a beaming face. She knew better than anyone how deeply her friend had adored the Young Master, but this was excessive. Charlotte claimed she had rested well, yet here she was grabbing someone who had just finished work and refusing to let her sleep.
Haa… She looks so happy. I suppose I have to endure it.
Neria smiled bitterly while watching Charlotte. They said a woman in love grows more beautiful, and after spending the night, the once-fresh Charlotte seemed to have shed much of that youthful air and matured into something more womanly. It was a good thing.
…For me too, someday.
Neria endured the stinging ache in her chest as she thought of her own turn that would eventually come. Still, today was for celebrating her friend. She would bless her wholeheartedly.
“And then, and then—!”
“Ah, yes……”
…But please let me sleep tonight.
Neria sighed, fighting off the heavy drowsiness that threatened to pull her under.