Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Eirin's Dream and Morning Service (3)
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Eirin's outfit was strange.
Even though it was morning service, not nighttime, she had come wearing a robe. I said to her,
"Eirin. What's with that outfit? It's morning right now."
Eirin kept her calm expression despite my comment.
"Since it's been a while for morning service, I thought changing my attire might help make your invigorating morning exercise even better. If you don't like it, shall I go change?"
But even as she said that, Eirin showed no sign of backing down easily. Without me even asking, she slowly slipped off the robe.
The moment the robe hit the floor, Eirin's bare figure was revealed. It was a maid outfit, but no one could call it everyday wear.
It barely preserved the black-and-white contrast of a maid uniform. In fact, it was a cosplay maid outfit that exposed far more skin than it covered.
No matter how many times I saw it, that getup was blatantly provocative and incredibly tantalizing.
"No need to change. Serve me just like that."
"Understood, Young Master."
She had probably dressed like this just in case I might change my mind and skip the service. For Eirin, this was her idea of seductive attire.
I was tempted to praise her devotion by throwing her onto the bed right then, but I restrained myself to maintain a noble's dignity.
"Then come up onto the bed."
I was leaning obliquely against a thick, large pillow. Eirin climbed onto my bed with composed yet formal movements.
She knelt gracefully beside me.
Then she pressed her upper body close to mine. From below my head, the deep cleavage of Eirin's breasts came into full view.
"Did you... sleep well?"
Her sweet breath brushed my ear. Her lips lightly grazed my earlobe and the rim of my ear back and forth. Then she flicked out her tongue just a bit to tease it.
In an instant, a thrilling, ticklish sensation chased away the drowsy haze of morning as effectively as anything could.
I answered calmly, without betraying my pleasure.
"Not bad. I think I slept deeply enough."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Thanks to my incubus trait absorbing Eirin's lust fully, my condition was perfect. But Eirin, having had her lust drained by me, looked a little fatigued.
Yet that slightly weary gaze only heightened her allure. She began unbuttoning my shirt one by one.
Eirin's fingers were always so feminine—slender and smooth. And her face, which had lingered near mine, slowly descended.
From beyond her cute maid headband, Eirin's scent wafted strongly.
Different from Lillia's wildflower fragrance or Chloe's rich noble perfume. It was a neat, refined aroma—a soft, subtle peach scent that suited early morning perfectly.
Eirin's lips touched the tip of my nipple.
"Churp... Schlrp... Hup..."
Gently. Yet busily enough to dispel the morning languor. Using her tongue tip and lips, Eirin began knocking on my erogenous zones.
Her mind undoubtedly had a complete map of my body's sensitive spots.
So she didn't slather on too much saliva. Just a little—not lewd at all. Eirin flicked her tongue repeatedly, stimulating my upper body pleasurably.
My nape, sides, the crevices between my torso muscles. With each caress, the pleasure built, banishing the morning drowsiness. Eirin was proving the need for morning service herself.
By the time her descending face reached my navel area,
My natural morning erection, amplified by her attentions, had my tyrant fully stretched out.
Eirin gently stroked the swollen cock inside my pants with her palm.
"It's as sturdy as ever today."
After confirming its state, her face rose back toward my chest. Our eyes met as she tilted her head up.
Uncharacteristically for Eirin, her gaze trembled for a moment. I definitely caught it, but she quickly masked it with her usual composure.
She might have used service as an excuse, but here we were—a young man and woman doing naughty things first thing in the morning. Even with resolve, if last night's erotic dream flashed in her mind, this moment would feel a bit embarrassing.
As if fleeing that awkwardness, Eirin averted her eyes from me and nibbled my earlobe once more. She let out a cute sound.
"Hnn..."
A glimpse of her nape showed it flushed bright red.
Eirin gently pulled down my pants and underwear. After the light upper-body teasing, she continued moving before me in her near-nude outfit.
That stimulation alone had my tyrant rigidly vertical. At the glans tip, precum pooled abundantly.
Eirin lightly dipped her fingertip into the puddle.
Squelch-squelch-
Her unusually sultry aura today made the precum well up endlessly, like an unfailing spring.
Her fingers spread the cock juice sideways. Soon, the glans was coated in sticky fluid.
And watching it, Eirin's breathing quickened.
"Haa... Haa..."
Last night's erotic dream. In it, she had played with my precum plenty. If that scene resurfaced now, it'd be embarrassing.
But rather than shying away, her expression heated up more. Even without tasting my precum yet, her eyes nearly melted.
Yet Eirin was diligent. She shook her head briefly to recompose herself, then resumed caressing my cock.
"Since it's morning service... next, I'll use my mouth."
Her pinkish lips parted. The ensuing fellatio. She carefully supported my shaft with her hand, her mouth diligently working the glans and upper pillar.
Schlp- Schlp- Schlp-
It felt just like my cock being sucked straight into a wet pussy. Eirin's mouth-pussy delivered astonishing pleasure that could fool anyone into thinking it was penetrative sex.
My cock seemed to melt inside her mouth. Her lewd mouth juices enveloped my glans and upper shaft thickly. At the same time, her tongue moved even faster.
"Schlurp... Schlp... Churp..."
Pleasure shot spine-tingling up my back in a flash. The soft, plush tongue wouldn't let my cock rest.
Just as I started getting used to the motion, Eirin ramped up the fellatio intensity.
In a moment, she turned her mouth into a vacuum. The pressure inside built stronger and stronger. Then she began bobbing her head up and down.
"Chp- Jup- Jjup-"
It was unbelievable suction from a mouth.
And one reason fellatio was great was always this sight unfolding before me.
A beauty like Eirin, with her cool demeanor, mouthing my cock. The supreme sense of dominance—subjugating a woman and receiving her service—was a unique pleasure only fellatio could provide.
I stroked her black hair as if praising her. The silky strands felt incredibly soft and luxurious against my skin.
But Eirin took the gesture as a cue, intensifying the fellatio even further.
And she let more saliva drool onto my cock.
"Jrrip... Jrup... Hup..."
Now the lower shaft, root, and hefty balls were drenched in saliva too—too much for her mouth alone to soothe.
Meanwhile, her free hand caressed those areas.
For an opening act—no, opening caress—this pleasure gripped my cock mercilessly.
'As expected... Eirin's fellatio is different from other women.'
Especially in the morning, my senses were hyper-focused there. My lower abdomen grew heavy, as if release was imminent.
If I didn't hold back now, I'd cum, dirtying her pristine mouth with thick white semen. Eirin, sucking my cock, knew that best.
But that was precisely her goal for morning service. She showed no intent to ease the intense fellatio.
On the contrary, without leaving an inch untouched, her hands and mouth dominated my cock's sensitive spots. She aimed to force ejaculation with the overwhelming pleasure surging from everywhere below.
I had no intention of holding back either.
I could endure if I tried. But on a languid morning like this, with my personal maid serving me so devotedly, not cumming would be the real rudeness.
I stroked her hair a bit faster. The perceptive Eirin caught on immediately. She prepared to receive my release.
I fired off my semen just like that.
Spurt-spurt-spurt-
My hips twitched in that instant. The dam holding back my thick white fluid burst. A torrent of semen flooded Eirin's warm, wet mouth.
But she accepted the overflow without refusal, tenderly swallowing it all.
Gulp-gulp-gulp-
It twitched over ten times. I'd heard semen was fishy and bitter, yet Eirin didn't grimace once, gulping it all down.
Then, perhaps short of breath, she pulled her mouth off my cock slightly. Even so, leftover semen splattered thickly across her face.
"Huu... Huu... Huu..."
Eirin exhaled the breaths she'd held during the fellatio. Her face bore a strange satisfaction.
'Come to think of it, how many days had I been holding it in?'
The volume was far more than I'd expected. Eirin had swallowed a good amount straight down her throat. Yet plenty remained, turning her face into a sea of white.
'Did I overdo it?'
One might expect disgust at the fishy, sticky mess. Surprisingly, Eirin's expression held a moment of ecstasy.
As if triumphant in her success, she wore a sultry smile, intoxicated by the thick semen scent.
A moment later, after cleanly tidying the next Demon King's potent load, Eirin said,
"That concludes morning service. You did well, Young Master. Now, preparations for breakfast..."
"No. I won't have breakfast this morning."
"Really? But you still need to eat..."
Instead of replying, I yanked her strongly toward me.
"Y-Young... Master?"
Eirin was flustered by my sudden action. But I said calmly,
"It's been a while for morning service. You think I'd end it here?"
Our eyes met again. Eirin seemed to ponder my words for a moment.
"You mean... you need more service?"
"Exactly. Sharp as ever, Eirin. This much isn't enough."
For an instant, Eirin showed a rare expression at my words. She quickly reverted to her usual blank face, but I didn't miss it.
It was definitely joy.
"But... if morning service continues like this... I might be late for classes at the Pantheon."
"That's no issue. I'm a Reinhardt. No one at the Pantheon would dare complain about me being late or absent."
I said that and turned her body around.
"Young Master?!"
Eirin panicked, not grasping my intent. From behind, I hugged her tight. I gripped both her hands to prevent any movement.
Then I whispered into her ear,
"We get the usual service every day. Sometimes, I want to try different play."
"P-Play, you say?"
"You know my body's sensitive spots well. But I don't know yours as precisely. Thinking about it, that feels a bit arrogant."
I slid down the shoulder straps of her maid top.
Her perky, elastic breasts spilled out in teardrop shape, fully exposed.
"Y-Young Master?"
Eirin twitched, but I had no intention of letting go. Instead, I moved one of her captured hands.
The hand I held touched her own breast as I directed.
"You're smart, so you get it. Use your own hand to show me your sensitive spots."
"W-What do you... mean..."
"Eirin, touch your own breasts. And tell me with your own mouth where it feels best. Is that too hard to understand?"
In other words, I planned to make Eirin masturbate right before my eyes. To free her from the guilt of self-pleasure.