Chapter 271: #StormSex - Laura (1)[R-18]
Chapter 271: #StormSex - Laura (1)[R-18]
Sex with Laura is always a fresh experience.
In what way is it fresh? Well, every time we do it, it happens at a time and place I never would have expected.
In all sorts of ways.
Even right now, for instance.
"Laura."
"Yes, Count?"
"Why are you wearing a maid uniform?"
"Um, well, because you told me to wear one, Count?"
"Did I say that?"
"Yes!"
Before my eyes stood Laura, dressed as a maid.
Her blonde hair shimmered as she beamed at me, her short skirt fluttering, barely covering her backside.
That smile.
That look in her eyes.
It was as if she were saying:
What is it? Do you want to devour me right now?
Exactly.
But rather than just devouring her, it would be best to take her like a proper maid.
Thud.
I set down the parchment I had been reviewing in my office.
Laura flinched and began to watch my reaction warily. I opened the side door of the office and moved immediately to the adjacent room.
"Ah...!"
"Follow me."
"Yes!"
Leaving the office meant I was done with work for the day.
Moreover, I hadn't just left; I had left with a rock-hard erection. There was only one thing that would follow.
"Laura. I’d like you to serve me with your breasts, if you don't mind."
"Ah, my breasts...?"
"Yeah. Why? Do you not want to?"
"O-oh, no. Breasts are good. Um... I think I can do a good job."
Laura’s eyes drifted toward my crotch, measuring the length, before she slowly approached and knelt before me as I sat on the sofa.
"I will serve you, Count."
Laura pulled open the front of her maid uniform's shirt.
Since it had been designed for this very purpose, her breasts spilled out the moment the buttons were undone.
"Hehe."
"Are you that happy to be serving me?"
"Serving you is the joy of my life, Count."
Uttering words befitting a maid, Laura pulled my cock out of my trousers.
"Haaah..."
The moment she saw it, an ecstatic smile spread across her face. She buried her nose against my shaft and began to sniff deeply.
"Haa. Count. Could you do me a favor later and not wash for, say, three days?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Don't cross the line and just get to serving. I'm not into that kind of thing."
"Hmph. I’ve always wanted to try it once..."
No matter how much Laura pouted, I still had a daily life to lead.
Before I was possessed into this world, my girlfriend had asked for the same thing. I tried it once over a weekend, but the... let's call it 'stale' smell—no, the stench—was so overwhelming I couldn't stand it.
—Oppa, why do you smell like body wash? Where’s the smegma?
I never imagined we’d get into a fight just because I took a shower.
That girlfriend was a woman who constantly defied my imagination, and seeing Laura reminded me of her.
"..."
"Mmm, what is it?"
"Nothing. Just thinking."
The way they acted was incredibly similar.
Their appearances were different—Laura’s breasts were much larger—but in terms of stature and various other traits, they were alike.
But there was no way it was her.
Laura was just a playable character. She was just Laura.
"Put it between your breasts and start."
"Yes. Excuse me. There!"
Laura grabbed her breasts from both sides, pressing them together around my cock and holding it firm.
"...I didn't mean for you to give me a tit-fuck."
"Count, I'm the expert when it comes to service, you know?"
"What an arrogant maid. You're stating the obvious."
"If you just stay still while I serve you, you'll finish in no time. Watch."
Laura began to rub her breasts back and forth against my glans.
The soft flesh squeezed and pressed against my cock from both sides. The sensation alone felt like it would push me over the edge.
"Huaaa..."
"Hehe, Count. How is it?"
"I feel like I'm going to lose it, Laura."
"Please tell me when you're about to blow. I need to put your personal cum dump to your cock."
"Cum dump?"
"Ahn."
Laura looked up at me and opened her mouth.
She stuck out her tongue and moved it from side to side. For some reason, it reminded me of something my old girlfriend used to ask for.
"Laura. Stay just like that."
"Like this? What are you going to—"
Ptui.
I spat right onto Laura’s tongue.
Because it was so sudden, my heart skipped a beat and my cock momentarily twitched. Laura seemed just as stunned, blinking up at me in a daze.
Did I make a mistake?
But if I did this, surely—
"...Hehe."
Laura took my spit, which had landed perfectly on her tongue, into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it as if she were licking honey.
"That was... really sudden, but it feels more like I'm the one being served."
"Is that so? I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"What will you spray on me next? Semen? Or maybe... pee?"
"I feed you my cum every morning, so let's skip that. And your mouth is a cum dump, not a urinal. There's no reason to pee in there."
"Then you can pee somewhere else... Ouch."
I gave Laura a light flick on the forehead.
"I-I didn't even say where 'somewhere else' was yet."
"You're the kind of girl who'd ask me to dump a load in your pussy and then wash it out with pee."
"Hauuu..."
Hit right on the mark, Laura flushed red and buried her face against my cock.
"I-I'll just get back to serving. Haa—umph?!"
"Not so fast."
I pulled my cock up toward my chest and grabbed Laura’s head as she tried to take the head into her mouth, pulling her back.
"Today, I'm going to kiss you senseless while I fuck you. Where do you think you're going, trying to kiss my cock first? Are you cheating on me with my own dick?"
"Eh, eh...?"
"I don't want to waste time waiting for you to brush your teeth. Get up. I've decided I want to have sex while I'm inside you."
"B-but the service..."
"Tightening your pussy around me is a much greater service than using your breasts. Now, get up."
"Yes!"
Laura stood up immediately and took the designated position.
"What color are your panties today?"
"Gr-gray."
Laura lifted her maid skirt herself.
"What are you talking about? They're whi—oh, they are gray."
The white I saw as the skirt went up was just the original color of the fabric.
Laura’s current 'color' was indeed gray, with a hint of pink mixed in on the inside.
"Take them off yourself."
"Yes..."
Laura reached to the side of her hips and slid her panties down.
She didn't forget to steal glances at me, conscious of my gaze. Seeing her breasts bounce slightly as she moved made my cock throb with heat.
"I-is this okay?"
"Ssssp..."
"Ah, that smell..."
"Laura."
I reached under Laura’s skirt and lightly stroked her hip.
"Thanks, as always."
"Huh? Oh, no, I'm the one who's thankful. Thanks to you, Count... hehe."
"Since I'm so thankful, I'd like to provide a little service of my own."
It was something I had said to my girlfriend in the past.
"Laura. Should I lick your ass?"
"......Pardon?"
"Since it's you, I could go as far as rimming you."
"N-no, that place is dirty!"
"If a Goddess's anus is dirty, then the whole world is a filthy place."
"W-wait a second...!"
I grabbed Laura’s body to turn her backside toward me, but she resisted desperately, blocking my hands.
"Why? Do you hate it?"
"It-it's not that I hate it... it's just!"
Laura grabbed my wrists, forced them away, and then leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"If it's that kind of service... I can do it for you, Count...!"
—Oppa. Should I lick your prostate?
"......Heh."
Something clicked.
I felt it. But showing it here would be uncool.
"Huh? Count... are you crying?"
"Mm. A few tears of happiness escaped. To think there's a woman who would even lick my ass for me."
"Th-that's how much I l-lo..."
Laura fidgeted with her fingers, then turned her head away and muttered softly.
"...Ahem."
"I love you too."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"I don't need words to understand."
I pulled Laura’s hips toward me and spread her legs. She naturally placed her hands on my shoulders and straddled me, lifting one leg at a time over my lap.
Squelch.
Laura lowered herself onto me, guiding my cock into her pussy.
Without even needing to use her fingers to guide it, she lined it up perfectly and slid down in one smooth motion, taking me all the way to her cervix.
"Hehe, how is it?"
"It's a lovely pussy, as always."
"Is... is it the pussy that's lovely?"
"I'm saying it like that because you're always so confusing. I can't tell if you love Ruji or if you love his dick."
"I-I obviously love you, Count."
"Not 'Count Dick'?"
"Of course not...!"
Laura took my face in both her hands.
"Count."
She leaned in and kissed me.
I naturally slid my hands behind her waist and onto her buttocks. Laura opened her mouth and pushed her tongue deep into mine.
Lick, lick.
Applying pressure to the tip of her tongue, she began to trace letters against my own.
—Phew, Oppa. What did I write?
"...'I love you'?"
"Ah...! You weren't supposed to say it out loud!"
"Hahaha."
I patted the blushing Laura’s bottom and buried my face in her chest.
"Laura."
"Yes, Count."
"I loved you, and I love you."
"......Count."
Laura cradled my head against her breasts, wrapping her arms tightly around me as she leaned down.
"I love you too, always."
"...How can you cum right after a love confession?"
"It would be weirder not to cum after hearing something so hot."
"Then, are you going to cum every time I say I love you?"
"You think I can't?"
That day.
I heard sixteen confessions of love from Laura.