Milking Therapist and Penis-in-Charge Maid (3)
Gyeoul’s mechanical announcement—or was it a report? A bulletin? A narration?—echoed in the room. Hearing her voice, Trisha could do nothing but tremble helplessly.
“Hngh… haaaang…♡”
The cock that had been forced to surrender its load three times refused to stay fully hard, yet it couldn’t shrink back to softness either. It simply twitched and twitched…♡ The shaft jerked in helpless little spasms.
In the end, every one of Gyeoul’s milkings had been mechanical, executed with cruel precision. She extracted the semen using the fewest movements possible. She never deliberately ruined the pleasure, but she offered no extra stimulation to prolong it. Trisha wished she would slow down just a little. Touch the glans. Make the strokes longer. Anything. No matter how desperately the princess longed for more, Gyeoul only ever used the shortest possible motions and the shortest possible time to force an orgasm.
“Huuuugh…!”
Trisha felt wronged. She was furious. Yet at the same time, a spark of anticipation kindled inside her. The fact that this woman could make her cum with such perfect accuracy meant she was a true professional at handling cocks. So what if she decided to focus on pleasure instead of simple ejaculation? No—why stop at just stroking it? What if she licked it with her mouth the way the obscene books described, or even used the wet hole between her own legs?
“Mmphhh…”
“You seem calm enough to hold a conversation now, so I will remove the gag.”
“!”
Gyeoul rotated her body one hundred and eighty degrees atop Trisha’s stomach. Until now, the princess had only been able to see the maid’s back and plump backside. Now her heavy breasts and beautiful face filled Trisha’s vision.
“Obviously, do not attempt to use magic.”
The maid’s eyes remained perfectly calm as she sat astride the imperial princess. There was no warmth or hostility in them—only polite, professional blankness.
“If you try, I will restrain you thoroughly with the items provided by the principal and continue the remaining milkings exactly as before. Do you understand?”
“Mmm… mmmu…”
At that moment, understanding flashed through Trisha’s mind like lightning. Ah! So this is the sexual relief specialist!
It was only natural. Before Parin had bound the princess hand and foot and dragged her here, the dark elf had first attempted persuasion. She had spoken of the academy’s current sexual relief officer—an incredibly attractive woman who had originally been a man. Every week she fell under a new hypnosis to perform her duties. Anyone who experienced her body even once could never escape her spell.
Trisha had been intrigued. She had demanded the woman be brought to her instead. Parin had refused, insisting the princess come to the academy. After a long argument and a physical struggle, the principal had finally resorted to her last option: tying the imperial princess up and hauling her in by force.
“Then I will remove the gag now.”
Gyeoul looked down at her with the same expressionless face and grasped the knot securing Trisha’s gag. Their eyes met. The gaze was a clear reminder not to forget the warning she had just given.
“Mmm…”
In the end, Trisha could only nod, crushed beneath that steady stare.
“Very good.”
The gag finally came away. Trisha worked her aching jaw and facial muscles, stretching her mouth and chin.
“Ugh, that damned woman… nngh, huuuu…”
Gyeoul waited patiently while the princess loosened her stiff facial muscles. Then she spoke again.
“Here is a wet towel. Please hold still.”
She gently wiped away the drool that had spilled around Trisha’s mouth during the gagging.
“Mmph… haa. Much better.”
“Do you feel refreshed?”
“Yeah.”
“Excellent. Then from this point forward, I will provide you with a proper explanation of the milking therapy, miss.”
“!”
It wasn’t over?
“Do it! Good! Mmph!”
Gyeoul’s finger pressed vertically against Trisha’s lips—firm, but not painful.
“First, I will explain.”
Her voice was gentle yet resolute.
“Please save your questions until afterward.”
Once again Gyeoul held steady eye contact. Trisha didn’t know what would happen if she disobeyed, but the risk didn’t seem worth taking in her current state.
“…Understood.”
This was exactly what Gyeoul had meant by “a state ready for conversation.”
Gyeoul lifted her finger from the princess’s lips and raised two fingers into the air.
“You will continue to ejaculate until you are completely calm and have regained your senses before bedtime tonight.”
She folded one finger.
“If you follow my instructions well and remain cooperative, I will gradually grant you orgasms that reflect your own wishes, miss.”
She folded the second finger.
“You may ask your questions now.”
“Wh-when you say orgasms that reflect my wishes,” Trisha stammered hurriedly, afraid the finger might return to her lips at any moment, “you mean you’ll let me cum the way I want? Even if that means full sexual intercourse!”
“Yes, you have understood correctly. However, as I mentioned earlier, please remember that such rewards are only given if you follow my instructions and remain cooperative.”
Trisha felt a flash of irritation and nearly snapped back, but she swallowed it.
“…Fine. I understand.”
Gyeoul gave a small nod.
“Before we begin, I will first perform a semen analysis to examine the health of your penis, miss.”
“…?”
Health? What was she talking about? Was this part of the hypnosis setting? Come to think of it, what had she called herself earlier—milking therapist and penis-in-charge maid? Would it be all right to ask exactly what that meant?
While Trisha was still pondering, Gyeoul rose from her body, stepped off the bed, and retrieved an object from below. It was the very bucket that now contained every drop of semen from Trisha’s three forced orgasms.
Trisha blinked, unable to comprehend what the woman intended to do.
“Hmm.”
In front of her, Gyeoul dipped a finger into the bucket and stirred the contents. Her attitude remained purely businesslike and mechanical. In the same clinical tone, she continued.
“Viscosity and slipperiness are both within normal parameters. No abnormalities detected upon tactile examination.”
Then she lifted the bucket to her face and leaned in.
“—!?”
“Sssssssssssuuuup…”
She inhaled deeply.
“Haaaaaaa… sssuuup… haaaaaah.”
The sound of her breathing reverberated off the surface of the semen inside the bucket.
“The scent is also normal… no, it is excellent.”
“Wh-what… what the…”
“It is so powerfully fragrant that it feels as though my nose might become pregnant from the assault. One might wonder if it mistakes my nostrils for a pussy.”
Trisha wanted to say something—anything—but no words came to mind. She could only open and close her mouth like a fish. She was dimly aware that she looked rather stupid.
Regardless, Gyeoul continued her clinical health assessment without pause.
“Sssssssssssuuuup… haaaaaah… It is slightly fishy, but not excessively so. On the contrary, it is admirably virile. However, your semen carries a rather strong bitter note.”
She dipped her finger deep into the fluid, brought it to the tip of her nose, and sniffed.
“Sniff, sniff… Yes, the bitter aroma is prominent. This is still within normal range, but it suggests an overemphasis on meat in your diet. Additionally—”
At last words tumbled from Trisha’s lips.
“Th-this is… weird…”
It was unreal. She had never encountered anything like this in even the most obscene spring paintings or erotic novels. Her mind felt like it was twisting in on itself. And yet, in perfect proportion to that mental vertigo, her arousal surged. Her cock stiffened even harder. The massive organ that matched any of the other students’ in size completely forgot it had already been milked three times.
She wanted to ravish this female.
No.
She wanted to receive what this female offered.
Her lewdness. Her pleasure.
The shift from actively seizing pleasure to passively awaiting what she would grant was, in a single word, taming. At least where the princess’s cock was concerned. An utterly blasphemous development.
Of course, Gyeoul herself had no such intention. She was simply—
“Why do you call it strange?”
Gyeoul asked the question in return. A faint blush colored her cheeks, yet her face remained utterly expressionless.
“I am your milking therapist and penis-in-charge maid. Performing a health examination of your penis through semen analysis is simply part of my regular duties.”
She was merely doing her job.
“Next, I will perform the examination using my mouth.”
The bucket rose toward her lips and tilted.
“Ah… aah…”
Right before Trisha’s eyes, her own semen poured into Gyeoul’s mouth. The maid drank it with refined elegance, as though sipping fine tea—careful not to make a single vulgar slurping sound.
The bucket lowered again. Trisha could see Gyeoul’s face once more. Her cheeks were slightly puffed; she had taken a large mouthful. Without swallowing, the maid began to move her tongue inside her mouth—up and down, side to side—coating every surface of her oral cavity with meticulous care. She exhaled through her nose so the scent would permeate her nasal passages, felt her own saliva mixing with the semen, and observed how the flavor and aroma changed in the process.
Finally, she swallowed.
Gulp… gulp… gulp.
Three separate swallows. Modest. Elegant.
“Haa…”
Gyeoul exhaled a breath that carried the thick scent of semen. Her face was still expressionless, yet a faint heat lingered in that breath.
Then, to deliver her final evaluation, she moved her tongue and lips—every surface now thoroughly coated in a glistening layer of cum.