Birthday Banquet Preparation (3)
Eirin was more flustered than I was. Her eyes widened round, and she couldn't utter a word.
"Eirin. Why don't you come out from there for now?"
But Eirin didn't obey me so easily. Uncharacteristically stubborn, she refused.
"N-no... I was just about to attend to you for the sake of your health, young master. So please forgive my rudeness in entering this place."
It sounded like an excuse at first glance, but the intent seemed different from Chloe's sneaky attempt to seduce me.
In truth, Eirin's ministrations were quite helpful even to someone like me who wasn't a total wastrel.
Eirin is a heroine with an A+ Fate Grade.
The Son of the Demon Lord title. Thanks to it, physical contact with an A+ Fate Grade heroine granted rewards.
Not just GP and MP, but as the alert window explained, it boosted my vitality. The effect was even stronger with intense contact that led to ejaculation.
Always by my side and frequently sharing her body with mine, Eirin couldn't possibly be unaware that I brimmed with energy after her services.
And right now, of all times, I was exhausted—having studied late into the night and collapsed right onto my desk to sleep.
She'd even brought me a late-night snack last night while I slaved over assignments till dawn. Eirin must have noticed I was pushing myself too hard.
So she must have really hidden under the desk out of worry for me.
A maid who fretted over her young master's health down to the last detail. It was just like the perfect maid Eirin.
"Now that you're up again... do you plan to continue your alchemy studies?"
Even so, given the situation, Eirin's cheeks flushed pink as she spoke from under the desk.
I checked the time. 11 p.m. Tomorrow, the Essenmont delegation would arrive, so even on the weekend, I had a schedule.
But they weren't due until the afternoon, so it should be fine to delve a bit more into the ritual for the ice crystal stone.
"I suppose I should. It's late, so you should head back to your room and rest."
"I can't sleep if you aren't resting, young master. Then at least let me attend to you..."
I spoke firmly once more, but she still showed no intention of emerging from under the desk. Her resolve was palpable.
A short nap had cleared my head a bit. That's why I quickly realized why Eirin was being more stubborn than usual.
Come to think of it, Lilia provoked her at lunch today.
In the atelier where Eirin was present, Lilia had deliberately stuck close to my side, blatantly groping my hand.
No deep thought needed—it was a clear move to check Eirin. Eirin had even slammed her teacup down in heated response.
While I'd stepped out to give the two some time alone, Eirin's separation anxiety had flared up again.
She might not mind others, but Eirin was especially sensitive about Lilia and me. And this week, I hadn't let her attend to me even once. With those two factors piling up, it was no wonder she was on edge.
"You've been pushing yourself too hard lately, juggling studies and training. Even if you say you're fine, if something goes wrong... if you collapse like at the opening ceremony last time..."
Even as she spoke, she couldn't hide her genuine concern. Back during the opening ceremony, when I'd used Jedin's power and spent days bedridden, Eirin had nursed me without a wink of sleep.
In that moment, realizing she'd revealed too much emotion, Eirin hurriedly made excuses.
"You are the sole heir to the family head and the Margrave of Essenmont. You must always take care of your body. My attendance is for preserving that health..."
But her true feelings reached me all the same. Anyway, as Eirin said, accepting a simple service wouldn't hurt.
As long as it wasn't full-on debauchery. The vitality reward would help me finish my alchemy studies. Or so I thought in that instant...
Truth be told, that was something of an excuse.
A devoted maid who fidgeted anxiously over me, slipping under the desk like this. And the way she looked up at me from there—lewd yet utterly adorable.
I couldn't help it; my tyrant stiffened. Noticing my erection, Eirin pressed even closer between my legs.
"If it's this tense... it will surely interfere with your studies. So let me help..."
I couldn't refuse as her hands undid my pants.
A desk is furniture for studying or handling work.
But entirely separate from that purpose, one devoted maid had slipped inside it.
Eirin pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My tyrant sprang free, right there as I sat in the chair.
"As healthy as ever today. I'd been worried with how hard you've been pushing yourself lately, young master. But seeing it so robust puts my mind at ease."
So saying, she gently caressed the shaft. Eirin was now kneeling under the desk.
Our eyes met as she looked up at me. My maid with her jet-black bob and beautiful brown eyes.
We spent every day together, but her beauty held a fatal allure that could tempt any man.
And now, the situation was a bit different from usual. It felt like I was a corrupt boss sharing an illicit act with his secretary mid-work. Unintentionally, my tyrant hardened further.
"Oh my. You're quite inflamed. Then I'll tend to your precious member right away..."
With that, Eirin began her proper service.
Slender, beautifully shaped fingers. She lightly teased the shaft with their tips—not meaningless motion, but delicate exploration.
She knew my sensitive spots perfectly, so even her fingertips made my shaft twitch in response.
"If it's uncomfortable in any way... please tell me."
Of course, there was no such issue. Eirin's handjob was masterful. And even if it were clumsy like Rozette's...
Just the situation of a beauty like Eirin giving me a desk handjob was enough to make my shaft feel like it might burst. The sense of conquest was beyond imagination.
Next, Eirin brought her face closer to my tyrant.
"Just hands might chafe, so if you'll excuse me. Slurp..."
Her pink lips touched the shaft's skin. Then she extended her saliva-slick tongue to lavish it.
The lewd, sticky tongue work quickly ignited pleasure in my shaft. But it wasn't full fellatio yet.
Eirin coated my shaft thoroughly with her mouth juices—like applying lube in place of love gel. Once it was fully slick with her saliva, she pulled back.
"This way, it should feel even better for you..."
Her hands returned to my shaft, wrapping around the pillar. She began stroking up and down.
Squelch— squelch—
It was exquisite. With the help of her slippery saliva, her hands glided smoothly over my pillar.
The pressure from her palms was no joke. A bit more force, and it would hurt.
But Eirin never crossed that line, maintaining just enough to heighten my sensitivity.
And it wasn't mere up-and-down. She twisted her wrists, stimulating my shaft even more.
"Is it lacking? Then more..."
Eirin released one hand briefly to tuck her fallen hair behind her ear. At the same time, she stuck out her pink tongue, dribbling more saliva onto my shaft.
A thoroughly composed action. But she clearly didn't realize how much such a sight stirred a man's lust.
Handjob instead of fellatio meant her bare face was fully visible.
Her tongue flicking out to replenish the lewd juices—that innocent yet sinfully erotic sight was irresistibly cute.
I grew even more aroused, pushing my hips back into the chair.
Eirin caught on immediately. She pulled my now-angled tyrant toward her.
Lifting her knees slightly, she poked her face further out from under the desk.
And then, she swiftly engulfed my precum-beaded glans.
Slurp... sloop... haah...
A surge of pleasure made my waist twitch. I'd received countless fellatios since possessing this body.
But when Eirin was this needy, it felt entirely different from the start.
Her soft, rosy lips—comparable to a woman's depths. And the dizzying sensation from her wet tongue within.
It was like shallowly thrusting into her entrance. That's the sensation her fellatio evoked.
Now, she created a vacuum between her lips, sucking firmly. The focused stimulation on my glans hit vividly.
Mmmph... slooorp... slurp...
Ejaculation built rapidly. I didn't want to cum yet and held back. The pleasure only intensified.
Meanwhile, without stopping her glans-and-shaft fellatio, Eirin reached behind to unbutton her maid uniform top.
She unclasped her bra, letting the loosened top fall. Her bare breasts spilled free.
Slurp... haah... My modest breasts may not be much... but if they help you even a little...
Always conscious of Lilia's chest, Eirin was. But hers weren't small by any means. Cupped eagerly with both hands, they could even manage paizuri.
Rather, her perky peach-like mounds—soft with ample fat yet retaining perfect firmness—were ideal.
"Your breasts are beautiful enough. No need to downplay them."
I calmly shared my honest impression. Whether my words spurred her or not, her fellatio grew more aggressive.
As her face and torso moved more vigorously, her breasts jiggled along. Her erect pink nipples, untouched, looked utterly lascivious.
Eirin never paused, wrapping my shaft relentlessly with her soft lips and tongue. She targeted only my sensitive spots, no wasted motion.
Unknowingly, my hand on her head gripped tighter.
Her fellatio was too skilled. I could hold back if I forced it, but I wanted to savor this peak pleasure fully.
"Time to pull your mouth off, Eirin."
But she ignored me. Sensing my body's reactions, she launched into a final sprint.
She clamped her lips tighter around my shaft, her free hand squeezing the pillar.
I couldn't hold any longer. A chilling wave of ecstasy raced from my base to the tip.
Spurt— spurt— spurt—
I erupted straight into Eirin's mouth. She flinched in surprise, her long lashes trembling.
Gulp— gulp—
But she swallowed every drop. She drank my semen steadily for a while.
Moments later, breathless, she parted her lips slightly. White remnants glistened inside.
I felt a twinge of guilt at the sight. Yet a profound satisfaction lingered like afterglow, refusing to fade.
Casually, I stroked her thick black bob. Our eyes met, and Eirin shyly bowed her head.
Eirin's service proved immensely helpful.
Reinvigorated, I studied Professor Elmaier's ritual even later into the night.
And today, the next day. Though I'd slept like the dead last night, I woke before 10 a.m. and prepared for the day's duties.
"This should be more than sufficient to receive the delegation properly."
I donned the formal Reinhardt family uniform impeccably. Eirin had assisted me.
The Essenmont delegation would arrive that afternoon.
As their designated representative, greeting them in casual attire would violate high noble etiquette. So I'd paid extra attention to my appearance today.
Margrave Wilhelm specifically asked me to capture it on a magic photo.
He'd mentioned it in his letter beforehand.
Ostensibly, to verify in person the proof that I'd been formally delegated as the delegation's head.
"And the family head will be most pleased as well."
As Eirin said, it was simply his grandfatherly wish to see his one and only grandson looking splendid once more.
Soon after, the Essenmont delegation arrived at my mansion. They were tasked with transporting the ice crystal stones as tribute to the emperor.