The Milking Therapist and Penis-in-Charge Maid (1)
The silence was absolute.
No one could speak. No one dared to.
A heavy, suffocating quiet settled over the semen relief room.
Chacha, who had been savoring the way Gyeoul’s pussy clenched and twitched in orgasm around her cock, finally finished ejaculating. Only after catching her breath did she realize something was wrong.
“Haa… haa… I knew I’d feel better if I could make Winter feel good too… Huh?”
Chacha pulled the curtain aside.
There lay Gyeoul, passed out from overwhelming pleasure.
And beyond her, the other students were staring at Chacha with expressions that were difficult to describe.
“…Huh?”
**
Parin, who had left the academy in a hurry on Thursday, only managed to return late Friday evening.
And she wasn’t alone.
“Wait here.”
After locking the problem child in a room, Parin headed for the special classroom.
At this hour, Gyeoul was likely in the middle of her duties. Parin had deliberately avoided the semen relief room during those times.
But right now, her personal concerns had to be set aside.
“Winter, I’m sorry to ask this of you, but could you come with—”
Yet when Parin steeled herself and opened the door, she frowned in confusion.
The semen relief room was empty. Only the curtains fluttered in the breeze.
What’s going on?
Had the hypnosis broken midway, just as she had feared before leaving? Was that why operations had been suspended?
In that case, she had no choice but to visit Gyeoul’s private quarters.
Parin walked over and knocked on the door.
“Winter? It’s me, Parin. Are you inside?”
After a strangely long pause, the door opened.
“…What is it?”
The moment she saw Gyeoul’s face, Parin frowned again—this time out of concern.
“Are you alright?”
Her expression was terrible.
She looked like someone who had endured deep psychological pain.
“…I’m fine.”
“…I see.”
Parin cleared her throat and carefully chose her next words.
“First, I must apologize for the hypnosis breaking during the week. It must have been an unpleasant experience.”
“Unpleasant experience…”
Gyeoul muttered to herself, then slowly shook her head.
“No.”
“…I see.”
Her face clearly said otherwise.
“Winter, I… I may sound presumptuous, but I have lived far longer than any ordinary human.”
“?”
“If there is anything you wish to discuss, I will listen. Whether it’s something you feel you must do but find difficult, or if you simply don’t know what to do…”
“Thank you. Even if it’s just words, I appreciate it. But I really am fine.”
“…I see.”
She didn’t look fine at all… but forcing the issue now would only backfire.
Normally, this would be the moment to give her some space and return later.
However, Parin had something that needed to be handled immediately.
More precisely, something she needed to ask Gyeoul to do right now.
“Winter. I will also grant you leave for next Monday and Tuesday.”
“Pardon? So suddenly?”
“In exchange… there is someone I need you to help. Starting right now.”
Parin chose her words with extreme care.
Gyeoul had originally been a man, so she usually didn’t mind direct sexual terminology. But given her current mental state, that might not be the case anymore.
“…Sigh.”
Gyeoul scratched the back of her head roughly. It seemed she immediately understood what “help” meant in this context.
“Who is it?”
“Well…”
Suddenly, Parin found the situation almost comical.
She was one of the greatest archmages in existence, yet here she was, tiptoeing around her vocabulary and carefully gauging the mood of the person before her.
But Gyeoul was irreplaceable.
To put it bluntly, within this Special Academy, Gyeoul had become an existence even more indispensable than Parin herself.
And in any organization, those who cannot be replaced naturally wield the greatest influence.
“…She is a human woman. She received the curse around the same time as the other students, but she has vehemently refused to come to the academy until now.”
“A human?”
Gyeoul scratched her head again.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d ask why you let her refuse for so long. You even dragged Laia and Camilla here by force.”
The two names Gyeoul mentioned belonged to the students with the highest individual combat prowess in the entire academy.
“That is…”
Parin let out a sigh.
“She is… someone of considerable status. Even I never imagined she would be a victim of the curse… No, looking at her lineage, it was inevitable she would be affected…”
“?”
“In any case, she was confined for a while. Eventually she requested my help, so I brought her here by force this time.”
“Then… up until now…”
“She has not been able to relieve her sexual urges. That is the situation.”
“So you want me to help her.”
Parin nodded.
Gyeoul smiled.
It was a self-mocking smile that didn’t suit her at all.
“I understand. I’ll help.”
“You will? I’m sorry, especially when you’re clearly not in the best state—”
“It’s fine. After all, that’s the only thing I’m useful for, isn’t it? Milking out semen.”
“Winter. What exactly happened while I was gone—”
“Just put the hypnosis on me, Headmistress.”
**
Even though she herself was not the reigning monarch, the title “Her Highness” was still attached to her name.
She was the one who had inherited the blood of the hero who had conquered the five Demon Kings.
The sole descendant of the current Emperor.
Her full name was Sharnatricia Tenmamerry Tausia Anshar-Farnspherum Gran Ohetrina Quantus Piptushar.
But most people simply called her Princess Trisha.
And right now, that princess looked utterly ridiculous.
“Mmph! Mmmph—!”
Her arms were folded at the elbows and tightly bound, her legs folded at the knees and secured the same way. Even her fingers had been wrapped completely in bandages so she couldn’t move them.
The only thing she could do was crawl on all fours—using her knees and elbows as limbs.
As for the gag in her mouth, it wasn’t there because she was loud. It was to prevent her from using magic.
Being a descendant of the legendary hero and a mage, the imperial family was essentially the strongest mage lineage among humans.
Of course, it also doubled as soundproofing.
Purely a bonus.
In the beginning, Parin had simply deflected the princess’s immature spells. But after hearing her scream, “This stinks of a hundreds-of-years-old hag! My nose is going to rot off!” Parin had finally gagged her. Still, the point remained.
In any case, that was how Trisha had been confined to a room in one of the buildings.
“Mmmph…”
The only furniture inside was a single bed and a table.
However, Trisha was not lying on the bed. She was currently wriggling desperately, trying to open the door in her bound state.
Damn it…!
Even though a cock had sprouted from her body, Trisha had never intended to enter this academy like the others.
She was special. She had to be special.
The next Emperor, the one who would stand at the very pinnacle of the empire—how could her dignity survive if she entered a place like this?
Why couldn’t Mother understand that?
She had only been masturbating every single day until the semen in her room rotted, occasionally trying to pounce on the maids, and begging the female guards stationed outside her door to please, just once, let her fuck them because her cock felt like it was going to explode.
Wasn’t that better than coming here and losing all her dignity?
Damn it. Was it a mistake to say yesterday that I’d give up the throne or whatever if she’d just let me fuck her once?
In truth, that had been the final blow that shattered the Emperor’s patience, which had already been scraped raw. But still.
I should have just offered to make her a vassal lord…
If the Emperor had heard Trisha’s current line of remorse, she would have personally slapped her on the back.
While Trisha was alone, making muffled noises and struggling in front of the door, she finally managed to lean her body against it.
Just as she was grunting, trying to turn the doorknob with her elbow—
Click.
“Mmph!?”
The door swung inward, and she was pushed backward, falling flat on her back.
The floor was covered in a thick, soft carpet, so she wasn’t hurt, but the sudden jolt made her head spin.
“Mmmph… mmph?”
And then, right in front of the fallen Trisha—
—appeared a maid.
“Mmph…!”
Trisha’s eyes widened dramatically.
Because the maid’s outfit was more obscene than any maid uniform she had ever seen.
The legs closest to her current eye level were wrapped in pure white stockings.
A matching white garter belt. And panties.
The fact that the panties were visible meant the black skirt was so short it barely covered her ass.
Her soft, smooth lower belly was completely exposed.
A black blouse that started from her ribcage.
Long white gloves that reached from her fingertips to her shoulders.
A cute little headdress on her head.
It was the very definition of a cosplay maid outfit designed purely for lewd purposes.
Yet the quality of the fabric and finishing was exceptionally high.
Of course, the outfit’s craftsmanship was not what mattered most to Trisha right now.
What mattered far more was the body beneath that fabric—far more obscene than the clothes themselves.
Breasts…!! Those breasts!!
Each one was as large as her head. Yet they were so perfectly proportioned that they didn’t look strange at all. They were the most striking feature.
Trisha’s virgin cock—which had never tasted any pussy despite countless attempts—stood rock-hard and throbbed up and down as if screaming, Let’s start fucking right now!
But there was one strange thing.
The lewd maid was holding a bucket. And though it was out of Trisha’s current line of sight, it seemed to contain several items inside.
“Hello.”
Gyeoul spoke with an expressionless face and a completely flat, emotionless tone.
“My name is Han Gyeoul. Starting today, I have been assigned as Your Highness’s milking therapist and penis-in-charge maid.”
Trisha (Imperial Princess)