Chapter 244: A Maid's Duty
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 244: A Maid's Duty
I returned to my room after dinner.
The girls naturally tried to follow, but I told them not to, saying I needed some time to digest.
They looked crestfallen, but it couldn't be helped.
Even I need some time to myself every now and then.
I sank into the sofa, leaning back against the cushions.
‘Should I start working out?’
I was eating three square meals a day but not moving at all. I used to wander all over the place, but since coming here, I’ve been sitting around all day.
I think I was starting to understand why all nobles and rich folk were so round. I might end up like that myself soon.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock came at the door.
“Master, I apologize for disturbing your rest. May I come in for a moment?”
It was Mirabelle.
“Of course. Come in.”
The door opened, and Mirabelle entered hesitantly. She stood before me, fidgeting with her hands.
“Is something the matter?”
“Well, my maid training is complete. They said I'm now qualified to attend to you, so I can begin serving by your side starting tomorrow.”
“I see. That must have been difficult. You've worked hard.”
To think she chose the hard path instead of the easy one to earn her qualifications.
It was true that Mirabelle was a natural prodigy, but that was limited to magic. This achievement was clearly the result of her own hard work.
“Mirabelle, a proper maid. I'm so proud of you.”
“Yes…”
Something about Mirabelle seemed off. From the moment she entered, her voice was laced with tension.
Even now, she couldn't stay still for a moment. She shifted her head restlessly, and her eyes darted back and forth, unable to find a place to land.
“Is there something else you wanted to say?”
“Well… the other maids taught me that there's a duty one must perform to become a true maid.”
“Oh, is there? And what might that be?”
Instead of answering, Mirabelle hesitantly approached and knelt demurely before me.
“P-Pardon the intrusion.”
After asking for permission, Mirabelle reached for the front of my pants. Startled, I grabbed her wrist.
Surprised that I’d caught her hand, Mirabelle jolted where she knelt.
“Mirabelle? What do you think you're doing?”
“They said… that it's a maid's duty to relieve the master's… s-sexual desires.”
“Who told you that?”
“The other maids.”
So they’d been filling my Mirabelle's head with strange ideas.
“Then, Master… though my body may be humble, I will serve you with all my heart.”
I stopped Mirabelle as she said this and tried to move her hand again. A sorrowful look crossed her face.
“W-Why are you stopping me? As I thought… am I not to your liking…?”
“Of course not. But isn't it too soon for you, Mirabelle?”
“I'm an adult, so it's not that early. Many people my age are already married with children.”
Even if people were considered adults at a young age in those days, she was still too young in my eyes.
And because she was a witch, she looked even younger.
‘A kid like that performing sexual services?’
A horrifying thought. This was on a completely different level from just dressing her up to my tastes.
“You're still too young in my eyes. We have plenty of time, so it won't be too late to do this when you're older.”
“I knew it… My meager body isn't enough to please you, is it, Master?”
With a crestfallen expression, Mirabelle muttered self-deprecatingly before lifting her head.
“If that's the case, then I just have to change until I am to your liking.”
“What?”
Burning with a strange passion, Mirabelle summoned her broomstick. She began to cast a spell on herself.
“If I accelerate time and age my body by about ten years, I'll become a mature woman, right? Then I can satisfy you, Master!”
What? Accelerate time?
My precious Mirabelle was going to become a mature woman?
“Wait. Don't do it!”
“Don't worry, Master! I'll become so stunningly beautiful that you won't be able to keep your hands off me!”
I reached out desperately, but I couldn't stop her.
A flash of light erupted.
I’d never seen such a terrifying radiance in my life. As the light faded, it revealed a voluptuous Mirabelle.
…Huh?
No, that wasn't it.
It was the same ridiculously cute and petite Mirabelle as before, completely unchanged.
Mirabelle was even more baffled than I was.
“Did the spell fail? No way! Then, one more time!”
Another flash of light.
But again, it was the same Mirabelle I knew.
“Huh? Again!”
Flash!
“Again!”
Flash!
“Again!”
Flash.
No matter how many times she tried, her appearance didn't change.
Only her hair grew incredibly long.
At that point, Mirabelle seemed to realize something. She touched her soft cheeks and looked at her small hands.
“Don't tell me… the spell didn't fail, this is what I'll look like in ten years? That's why nothing changed? My growth has stopped?”
She looked utterly shocked, unable to accept reality.
“It can't be… Does this mean I have to live like this forever? That I can never serve my master?”
Then she even started to sniffle.
“I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Master. It seems I'll be like this forever. Without changing one bit…”
I pulled her into a hug.
“Master?”
Her small frame fit perfectly in my arms.
Those soft, squishy cheeks I wanted to just gobble up.
Those smooth little limbs.
Mirabelle was going to stay like this forever?
“This is it. This is perfect.”
You're the best, Mirabelle.
You're the absolute best.
*
Mirabelle sat between my legs, sniffling. I had my arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
I was in the middle of consoling Mirabelle, who was despairing over the fact that she would never grow.
Fiddling with her soft earlobe and stroking her cheek was all for her sake, of course, not to satisfy any selfish desires of my own.
“To be like this forever…”
Her current state would last a lifetime. For me, it was a stroke of immense luck, but for her, it was clearly a huge shock.
She showed no signs of feeling better.
“I wanted to serve you too, Master…”
She still couldn't let go of the idea of ‘serving’ me.
“I'm fine with it.”
“But…”
“The master says it's fine, but the slave is making a bigger fuss. Do you want to ‘serve’ me, or is it that you are interested, Mirabelle?”
“……”
Mirabelle stopped sniffling.
A blush crept onto her cheeks.
“B-But other households have maids specifically for sexual release, and even sex slaves, but we don't have anyone like that.”
“Because I don't require it.”
“But everyone's worried. They wonder if you don't find us attractive, Master.”
“That's not true at all.”
Slaves becoming sexually fixated on their master was a thing in the game, too. They'd be all, ‘Master, let's do something that feels good, whine whine.’
To be honest, I was barely holding on as it was.
I was surrounded by beauties. And they weren't just your average pretty girls.
A gumiho optimized from birth to bewitch men, a princess chosen by a magic mirror, a saint who turns devout followers into fanatics. Not to mention an elf, a witch, and a noble lady.
It was hard to maintain a clear mind against their storm-like barrage of affection, which lasted from morning till night.
“You don't have to hold back, Master. We swore that day to give you our everything. Please, release all your desires onto us.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes.”
Mirabelle answered without hesitation.
“But I won't be among them… because I'll be like this forever.”
And she grew crestfallen again.
I lifted Mirabelle in a flash and turned her to face me. I caressed her cheek, then pressed my lips to hers.
Mirabelle showed a flash of surprise at the sudden kiss, but as if trying to keep her word, she didn't push me away.
I pressed against her gently, so as not to frighten her.
A soft, moist sensation. Her lips were soft, yet pressed firmly together in nervousness.
I moved my lips slowly, and Mirabelle cautiously followed my lead. Little by little, I parted her lips.
Mirabelle's breath came out in a light tremble. Her shoulders flinched when I slipped my tongue past her lips.
Her mouth was faintly warm. The moment I touched the tip of her tongue, which had been hiding deep inside, a delicate tremor passed through her.
Her tongue, which had shied away from the unfamiliar sensation, returned to accept mine.
At first, she seemed to avoid it, but as I gently enveloped her, she slowly began to yield.
I didn't rush. I moved slowly, guiding her tongue as if wrapping it in my own.
Mirabelle, who had responded awkwardly at first, gradually began to follow my rhythm. Her clumsy movements were all the more endearing for it.
I opened my eyes slightly and saw Mirabelle with her eyes squeezed shut. I swallowed a smile and pulled her closer by the waist.
Our moist, pliant tongues tangled and slid against each other.
As our tongues met, our saliva mixed with subtle sounds. Our sweet breaths mingled, creating a feverish heat.
How much time had passed?
The shy Mirabelle was gone, replaced by one who was eagerly moving her tongue, enjoying the moment.
Just then, I slowly pulled my lips away, creating some distance.
Mirabelle's tongue seemed to follow, and a silvery thread of saliva stretched between us.
The trace of the kiss lingered, as if reluctant to end, before snapping as she let out a ragged breath.
“……”
Mirabelle looked up at me, her eyes half-open.
Her eyes were dazed. Her breathing was slightly ragged, and a faint sheen glistened on her crimson lips.
I could sense both her embarrassment and her disappointment that it was over.
I gave a wry smile and gently stroked Mirabelle's head.
“From now on, I'm giving you a new daily task, Mirabelle. I want you to wake me up every morning in the same way I just showed you.”
“E-Every day?”
“Don't you want to? If not, I can ask one of the other slaves…”
“N-No! I want to do it! I'll do it! Every morning, with Master… Hehe.”
Mirabelle couldn't hide her smile, giggling foolishly.