Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: At a Couples-Only Motel with the Maid (1) The Maid Wears a Swimsuit
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"Welcome."
As we stepped inside, the woman at the counter greeted us brightly.
"Hello."
I returned the greeting and casually glanced around.
The modern, stylish interior was spotless—not bad at all.
The slightly dim space used red and yellow lighting, giving off a seductive vibe.
"One man and one woman, total of two?"
At a couples-only motel, did they really need to ask?
I thought that, but figured there were all kinds of couples out there, so whatever.
"Yes. We have a reservation."
"One moment... You're Ian Drakhin, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"I've confirmed your reservation, Mr. Ian. You know this is a couples-only motel, correct?"
I nodded, puzzled by the obvious question.
"We always verify that our regular guests are indeed couples. Could you show us some proof?"
"Proof?"
I'd only skimmed info online, so I had no idea this was required.
"Just a photo of you two looking cozy or some couple's item would do."
We obviously had no such photos, let alone couple's items.
Instead, I pulled out my phone and played a video for the staffer.
[...Tell the camera how it feels.]
My voice came first, followed by a woman's.
[Haa... haa... The thick scent and taste... it's making me dizzy. The moment my tongue feels the veins bulging on the shaft, I imagine it stirring inside me.]
"No!"
Dania realized it was her voice and lunged for the phone in a huff, but I dodged and pocketed it quick.
The video was of her giving a blowjob, filmed as a favor after she'd begged for more time.
"That work?"
"Uh? Y-Yes..."
Her face flushed red, clearly caught off guard, as she stammered a reply.
...Was that too much?
I figured it was fine at a motel, but on second thought, she could report me for harassment.
Luckily, she seemed unfazed and handed over a keycard.
"Use the room number on the key."
"Thanks. Oh, how do we use the program?"
The "program" here was the motel's special service—the reason it called itself couples-only.
"It explains everything when you run it. Just follow along. Call the front desk if you have questions."
"Got it. Thanks."
The room matched the counter—sleek and clean.
Once again, I was reminded how many motels these days rivaled hotels.
...Right, this was the game world.
Anyway, I showered first and came out clean.
Then I told Dania to go next, but her face darkened like she was heading into battle as she trudged to the bathroom.
Part of it was spending the night here with me, but she also seemed guilty about ditching her plans with Selena to come.
This was something she'd have to get used to, though.
There'd be more times ahead where she'd choose me over her original master.
I planned to steal Dania from Selena, methodically and thoroughly.
Shhh...
Lost in those thoughts, I heard water pattering beyond the shower room's frosted glass.
I couldn't help picturing Dania's naked body glistening with droplets, and my cock stiffened.
Countless droplets rained from the showerhead overhead.
They stung cold against her skin, but did nothing to cool the worries swirling in Dania's head.
'Young Lady...'
Today was supposed to be musical night with Selena—her favorite show, anticipated for weeks.
With few chances for cultural outings together, Selena had been looking forward to it forever.
So when her maid broke the news she couldn't make it, deep regret had crossed Selena's face.
That image haunted Dania now, twisting her gut.
'But...'
There was nothing she could do.
The show was probably midway through by now.
Even if she rushed back somehow, it'd be too late.
Still, Dania clenched her fists.
'I have to stay strong.'
Keeping promises to her lady served the lady, just as enduring Ian's clutches did too.
If Selena learned about the video—or what her maid had done with Ian—she'd be shattered.
To shield her from that shock, Dania had no choice but to obey him.
Of course, her body—already tamed by him—would quiver in pleasure again, as always.
But her heart, her loyalty to her lady, would not waver.
'I'll protect the Young Lady no matter what.'
And preserve their peaceful mistress-maid bond.
With that resolve, Dania ran her hands over her smooth belly and breasts to wash.
She should be out by now.
I sat naked on the bed's edge, erection refusing to fade from sheer anticipation.
It wasn't just the chance to hold Dania fueling this.
True to its couples-only billing, the room had unique features—like the dressing room next to the shower.
Inside: dozens of slutty outfits to heat things up.
I'd told her to pick something after showering and model it for me.
Said I'd let her go early if she pleased me, so she'd put thought into it.
Waiting eagerly, then—
"Here."
The dressing room door opened, revealing Dania.
"..."
She didn't approach the bed where I sat, just stood by the closed door.
Arms loosely crossed in embarrassment, eyes down, avoiding mine.
"Come closer."
She obeyed, and what she wore was a swimsuit.
Not a bikini, but a competition one.
Like what female Olympic swimmers wore—limbs exposed, torso covered.
"Hm."
"Like it?"
"Least skin shown."
"Didn't think about me at all? I said I'd let you go if you satisfied me."
"..."
"What, wanna stay longer—"
"Absolutely not. I just hated picking clothes for you."
Her little rebellion, then.
She wanted out quick but refused anything too revealing to arouse me?
Hence the "safest" competition suit.
Still clinging to her pride.
But I smirked lightly.
She was underrating her body.
She thought minimal exposure would disappoint me, but her figure was too perfect.
The tight suit clung, outlining her flawless curves starkly.
Her breasts strained against it, of course.
And the center puffed out, clearly marking her areolas and nipples.
The crotch was lewd too.
The inverted triangle barely covered her mound—any shift, and it'd show.
A slight tug on her labia might swallow the fabric whole.
"Good choice. It's hot—I like it."
"What?"
"See? It's this hard."
Her brows furrowed deeper, incredulous at my rumpled state.
"Getting this horny over a plain swimsuit. Makes me wonder how you even function daily."
"That's why I get hard seeing you in your suit every day."
"Tch."
Ignoring her scowl, I reached for her chest.
"And this suit's way sluttier than you think."
I slid the shoulder straps down.
"See?"
Her full breasts spilled free.
Competition suit half-on, tits out—it exuded bizarre obscenity.
"Picked something this naughty for me? Time for a reward."
Pride stung by "reward," she clamped her lips shut.
No real resistance anyway—she knelt obediently before me on the bed as ordered.
"Suck in as much as you want. But no licking or sucking."
"...Got it."
She brought her face to my cock without hesitation.
Just give her an order, and she followed, no big qualms.
"Hold up."
Right as her face neared, I stopped her. She looked up.
"What?"
"Wait. You're too impatient, Dania. Even if my cock smells amazing, learn some restraint."
"...I'm not some dog of yours."
"You're about to be my maid, though. So wait like a good girl."
She said nothing, like whatever.
But her gaze back on my cock trembled.
"Okay, sniff away."
She pressed her sharp nose dead-center on my shaft.
The tip touched, but she pushed forward slowly, rubbing along.
Her pretty nose flattened, turning piggy as it mashed against me.
She kept going till it was fully smooshed flush.
I throbbed involuntarily.
Her refined face distorted like that, glued to my cock—it was intense.
Ignoring her look, just addicted to the scent. Felt real.
Sniff...
"Haa..."
Deep inhale through nose, exhale from mouth.
Like she hated wasting the aroma.
"Smell good?"
"..."
"Answer."
"Y-Yeah... good."
Sniff...
"Haa..."
Eyes half-lidded, lashes quivering—that good?
No need to say it; the situation spoke volumes.
While she indulged, I eyed the bedside table—fewer condoms than expected.
Not the motel's fault; I just used a ton usually.
I picked up the receiver.
-Yes, sir? How can I help?
The counter lady's voice.
"Sorry, could you bring more condoms? I go through a lot."
-Of course. How many?
"Same as what's here now. I can call for more if needed, right?"
-Absolutely. Right away.
No room number asked—some system, I guess.
Dania still had her nose buried the whole call.
"Don't pull away till I say. Got it?"
"...Got it."
Dazed by the scent, she answered without overthinking.
Short wait, then footsteps and a knock.
-Sir, your items.
"Sorry, come in and set them down? Can't get up right now. You have a master key, yeah?"
"What?!"
Dania finally caught on, too late.
"Stay put."
Ordered still, nose locked on my cock.
-Yes, sir.
The door opened; the polite staffer entered.
She flinched at us, coughed, then placed the condom basket on the table by me.
Turning, her eyes met Dania's face mashed to my cock.
"H-Have a good time."
Blushing furiously, she fled.
Alone again, Dania's discomfort showed.
"...How much more humiliation do you need?"
Yet her face stayed buried between my legs.
Order or voluntary? Who knows.
"Till you say you'll be my personal maid? It's fun—might keep going even after."
"Pervert."
Glare mixed with satisfied sniffing—perfect.
I'd called her figuring her counter reaction meant she'd be cool; she delivered exactly.
"Breathing heavy. Sniffed enough?"
"..."
She tried stoic, but her eyes screamed anticipation.
"That's it. Go change into something else."
"What?"
"What, wanna suck?"
"W-When did I say that? Since realizing your vile nature, I've never—"
Lies. A ton, especially this morning while I slept.
I didn't call her out, just stood her up.
"Then go. This time, pick with me in mind."
Dania trudged back to the dressing room.