The VIP Special Course
“When did something like this get added?”
“This service has been specially prepared for you, Lord Leoric, our one and only VIP at the Flower Garden.”
I don’t know when they prepared it, but the atmosphere of the changing room around me had completely transformed. The overall layout remained the same, yet several pieces of furniture had been swapped out, new decorative items I’d never seen before were scattered throughout, and scented candles had been lit between them, filling the space with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.
The soft rustle of fabric reached my ears. When I looked outside, maids had appeared without a sound and were drawing the curtains, blocking out every trace of daylight. The entire room plunged into a dim, seductive crimson glow lit only by the faint flicker of candles—an utterly bewitching space.
“Welcome, my lord. We are honored by your presence at the Flower Garden.”
“This is a special service prepared exclusively for Lord Leoric.”
“Please enjoy yourself to your heart’s content.”
Even as the maids moved about, Beatrice continued to bow deeply without the slightest hint of discomfort. Her twin daughters approached and, in perfect sync, stripped off their clothes, folded them neatly, then knelt and bowed their heads in deep reverence.
“It is the greatest honor to serve you, my lord. I am Beatrice, the one entrusted with attending to you.”
“I am Ninya.”
“And I am Sasha.”
Hmm. What a sight.
Three women—mother and daughters—kneeling completely naked before me. The sight sent a rush of blood straight to my lower half. The urge to pounce on them right then and there was overwhelming, but I decided to take my time and savor whatever service they had prepared.
“I’ll be in your care.”
“Thank you, Lord Leoric. Then allow us to guide you.”
The moment I gave permission, Beatrice carefully straightened her back while still remaining on her knees. Her upper body rose in one fluid, graceful arc, like watching a master of Pilates or yoga. Even though I couldn’t see it, I was certain the curve of her spine must be breathtaking. She must have trained her core relentlessly. Given that body of hers, it made perfect sense.
As she lifted her torso, the largest pair of breasts I had ever seen swayed heavily. The sight was obscenely erotic, completely at odds with her elegant, refined posture. Any man would have his gaze stolen by the hypnotic movement of those massive breasts. She clearly knew it, yet she neither hid nor flaunted them—she simply displayed them with absolute confidence.
Even so, Beatrice kept her eyes modestly lowered. A maid who showed this level of deference was rare even in our own estate. Every single movement radiated profound respect and devotion toward me. For a brief moment I wondered if this was too much and considered telling her to stop, but I held back. This was clearly part of their concept play.
“We have prepared special garments for you to change into so that you may fully enjoy our service.”
“Garments?”
“Yes. This is my daughter, Ninya. Ninya.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Ninya, who had still been bowing, finally lifted her upper body. Just like her mother, she straightened her back, and her own impressive breasts jiggled with the motion.
Hmm. Fantastic.
“Then please follow me this way.”
Ninya rose smoothly using only the strength of her legs. With every movement, her bare breasts swayed enticingly. As she walked ahead of me, the seductive wiggle of her hips came into full view.
“Please put on the clothes here.”
“……This is… clothing?”
The place Ninya led me to was, naturally, the changing area. What lay there was nothing more than a single strip of pure white cloth attached to a thin cord. It looked exactly like a Japanese fundoshi—a traditional loincloth. Once you tied the cord around your waist, only a single piece of fabric would hang in front to cover your manhood.
What the hell? A cock curtain?
“Yes. This is a custom-made garment we specially commissioned. It was crafted from the highest-grade fabric by the finest designer in this field. It is truly worthy of your noble status, my lord.”
“Uh… yeah. Thanks.”
……The highest-grade panties worthy of my noble status…… Panties?
What was I even supposed to call this thing? Honestly, being completely naked felt more natural. Wearing this made me feel strangely exposed—almost more embarrassed than if I were bare.
Still, they had gone through the trouble of preparing it, and it was clearly part of their play. I steeled myself and reached for the garment.
“Allow me to assist you.”
“Ah. Sure.”
Ninya circled around me, helping to remove my clothes. There was nothing particularly special about the act itself, yet every time she moved, lifted her arms, or leaned in to help, her breasts danced right before my eyes, her underarms were revealed, and her hips swayed seductively. Whether intentional or not, the way she subtly displayed herself made it clear she was a true professional in this line of work.
“This feels… strangely erotic.”
And so I put on the so-called panties. They hadn’t been lying about the highest-grade fabric—it felt just as luxurious as anything I normally wore. That said… wearing this thing was still incredibly awkward. Especially the way my ass felt completely exposed. It gave me chills.
“Then please follow me this way.”
Ninya took the lead once more. Even though it was called a changing room, it was far larger than a normal one, so there was no real need for her to guide me so closely. In other words, she was doing it on purpose. My eyes were glued to the hypnotic sway of her ass as she walked ahead.
As the daughter of Beatrice, she had clearly been trained and refined since childhood to become the perfect woman.
I reached out and boldly grabbed a handful of that ass.
“…….”
Whoa.
My hand sank into the large, plump cheek, but Ninya showed no particular reaction. She simply continued walking, hips still swaying gently. I kept kneading and squeezing, completely absorbed in the soft, yielding texture that overflowed my palm. Even in such an awkward position, she kept her posture straight while subtly pushing her ass back toward me. It was impressive. Did they practice this too?
“Oops, I slipped. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not, Lord Leoric.”
Even my ridiculous, obviously fake excuse was met with perfect composure. I stepped even closer.
“Ah, my arm is getting tired. Mind if I rest it on your waist?”
“Please do. Lean on me as much as you like.”
“Oh, and my legs are a bit sore. Shall we walk a little slower?”
“I apologize. My consideration was lacking and I failed to notice.”
“My hands are cold. Is there anywhere warm I could put them?”
“Oh dear. Then how about right here?”
Even though the posture must have been difficult to maintain while walking, Ninya responded to every absurd request without hesitation. When I wrapped my arm around her waist, she carefully spread her legs. Between her slightly parted thighs, I caught a glimpse of her slit. Though the angle wasn’t perfect, Ninya used both hands to gently pull her folds apart, slowly opening herself for me.
“I am preheating it to the perfect temperature for your fingers, my lord. How does this feel?”
Pressed tightly against me, Ninya whispered the words directly into my ear. At her suggestion, I moved the hand resting on her waist down toward her pussy. I didn’t know how she groomed it, but beyond the soft pubic hair, my finger slid into her already slick, wet folds.
“Hngh…!”
The moment my finger entered, Ninya trembled slightly. I had already taken her virginity. Since then we had mingled our bodies many times. Though we couldn’t meet often, her pussy still gripped me with a tightness that belied her title as an experienced courtesan. I savored that delicious squeeze as I slowly pushed my finger deeper.
“Haang! H-how does it feel, my lord? This hole… belongs only to you.”
“Mmm, it’s perfect. I love how nice and wet it is, ready for me to slide right in.”
“Hehe… If Lord Leoric desires it, I will always keep this place warm and slick for you, no matter where we are.”
One finger, then two. The way her pussy clenched around me was incredibly elastic. With my hand wrapped around her waist and my fingers buried inside her, every step she took caused my fingers to thrust deeper with the motion. Ninya walked forward while letting out sweet moans.
By now my cock was rock hard, standing at full attention. The single pathetic strip of cloth that was supposed to cover me had long since slipped aside, failing completely at its job. Ninya was clearly aware of it, yet she made no move to react. Instead, every sway of her hips caused her ass to brush teasingly against my erection. It was utterly seductive.
It seemed that in this particular play, the girls wouldn’t ask for anything themselves. They would only serve when I desired it. I pondered for a moment.
Should I fuck her right now? Or hold back?
…Screw it.
My lust had been overflowing from the start anyway.
“Ninya.”
“Yes… haang, my lord. Do you need something… more? Hngh!”
Squelch. Squelch.
My fingers wriggled inside her, gently scraping against her inner walls. Watching her body tremble while she tried to maintain a calm expression, I rocked my hips and let my cock smack against her ass.
“My hands are warm now, but…”
“Haa… How careless of me… I failed to properly cover you, leaving your precious treasure exposed to the cold. I am truly sorry, Lord Leoric.”
“Then you’ll warm it up for me, won’t you?”
Ninya gave me a coy smile.
“Of course. Come this way. This is your personal cock pouch, my lord.”
She pulled her hips back and bent forward at the waist. Her pussy, glistening with her own juices, came into full view. Using both hands, she spread her folds wide, and a thick strand of nectar began to drip down.