The Milking Therapist and Penis-in-Charge Maid (5)
After Parin called for Miel, a strange pair of students arrived at the headmistress’s office before the succubus could.
“…Lady Eladriel and Lady Laia? What brings you here?”
Eladriel spoke first. “We have something we wish to ask you.”
“Take a seat for now.”
Even though this academy was little more than a hastily built quarantine facility, Parin was determined to carry out her duties as headmistress with proper decorum. She guided the two students to the sofa and served them tea.
“Thank you.”
“….”
Neither seemed interested in actually drinking. They merely brought the cups to their lips out of politeness. Once again, Eladriel was the one who spoke.
“Where is Lady Gyeoul right now?”
“At this moment, she should be performing sexual relief for the transfer student. Under hypnosis.”
“You mean Princess Trisha.”
Parin nodded. Incidentally, although Eladriel was also an imperial citizen, she did not need to attach an honorific to the name of the woman who would become the next empress. The political dynamics within the empire were far too complicated to delve into here—feudal contracts, debts, and alliances older than the empire itself were all entangled in a complex web.
“So that’s why you left your seat earlier.”
“The imperial family contacted me urgently.”
“I see… May I ask how many days have been allocated for Princess Trisha’s sexual relief?”
“I don’t know either.”
“Pardon?”
“Lady Gyeoul will come find me herself once she determines that the treatment is complete.”
“Doesn’t the hypnosis have an automatic release period?”
“In this case, it’s six to seven days.”
Eladriel sucked in a sharp breath. Laia let out a low groan. “She must be seriously pissed at us.”
“Y-yeah… it seems that way.”
Laia and Eladriel were not particularly close. In fact, they were polar opposites. They were so different that they had never even had reason to clash. Parin found the current situation—where these two were speaking to each other because of their shared connection to Gyeoul—rather fascinating.
Anyway.
“Could you tell me what happened between yesterday and today?”
“….”
Laia and Eladriel exchanged a quick glance.
“Well…”
“The thing is…”
They began to explain haltingly. How Gyeoul’s hypnosis had suddenly broken on Thursday. The single day of un-hypnotized sexual relief duty that she had opened on Friday. And the catastrophe that followed.
“So that’s what happened…”
After listening to everything, Parin let out a long sigh. “So that was her state of mind. The hypnosis she requested this time must have been born from a desire for revenge… or perhaps to vent her resentment.”
Laia frowned. “That kind of hypnosis?”
“Yes.”
Parin explained, to the best of her understanding, the details of the hypnosis Gyeoul had requested this time. She described how Gyeoul had become a maid whose only purpose was to mechanically extract semen.
After hearing it all, Eladriel spoke in a trembling voice. “The fact that Lady Gyeoul wanted that kind of hypnosis… for that long… means she has no intention of accepting our apologies right now, doesn’t it?”
“…Maybe she just doesn’t even want to think about us.”
“S-surely it’s not that bad… No, perhaps you’re right, Lady Laia…”
Eladriel’s head drooped as if she might start crying at any moment. She looked so fragile that a light tap on the shoulder might make her tears spill. On the other hand, Laia had thrown her head all the way back, but the only difference was the method—she seemed to be in much the same emotional state as Eladriel.
Parin slowly swirled her teacup and asked, “Are the two of you acting as some sort of delegation? Here to apologize to Gyeoul on everyone’s behalf?”
“Yes… We talked after that incident.”
“We?”
“All the students.”
“Ah.”
A meeting of nineteen girls—humans, beastkin, and demons mixed together, each with varying degrees of affection for Gyeoul, yet every one of them harboring feelings for her. And every single one of them was a daughter of a prestigious house.
“Was anyone injured?”
Laia, who had perfectly understood what Parin was worried about, let out a hearty laugh. “Fortunately, no.”
Eladriel, still looking down, said, “I think… it was better because everyone already knew the conclusion from the start.”
That conclusion, of course, was—
“That we have to go apologize to Lady Gyeoul.”
But nineteen people couldn’t all rush over at once.
“So Lady Laia and I came first as representatives… and if she accepts our apology, the others would come one by one… but…”
The unspoken part was clearly, ‘But Lady Gyeoul doesn’t seem to want to hear apologies, let alone talk to us, so we don’t know what to do.’
Parin nodded slowly. She hadn’t heard Miel’s account yet, but she now understood why Gyeoul had become so furious.
Then.
How should we handle this?
There was no single correct answer. Yet no matter how much she thought about it, Parin could only come to one conclusion she believed was best. So, as headmistress, she made a suggestion to the students.
“Then, how about we try this?”
Milking Therapist and Penis-in-Charge Maid
— Session 5 —
Breasts, thighs, armpits, soles of the feet.
Out of the four options, the one Trisha chose was—
“B-breasts!”
“…A safe choice. Very well.”
Trisha was slightly flustered by Gyeoul’s strangely cold gaze. What? Should she have picked armpits or soles instead? Were those considered the more refined choices in Gyeoul’s common sense?
But anyway.
Breasts! Those two massive, wicked, insanely arousing tits!
Trisha was dying to know right this instant what it meant to “use” them for milking.
“Then I will prepare.”
Gyeoul did not mechanically undo her own blouse. Instead, she simply sprayed love gel into her cleavage. The blouse was so small it was practically lingerie anyway, but Trisha, who hadn’t expected her to do it while still dressed, let out a dazed sound.
“Eh…?”
“Is something wrong?”
“You’re not taking it off?”
“This uniform is optimized for penis-care duties. It allows me to perform paizuri without removing the clothing.”
“I-I see…”
Trisha felt a pang of disappointment. She had wanted to see Gyeoul’s bare breasts without anything covering them. Incidentally, this maid outfit had also been designed with input from Gyeoul and crafted by Miel. The lewd design had become one of Miel’s greatest assets.
Anyway.
After applying the love gel inside her cleavage, Gyeoul lifted each breast with one hand and began moving them up and down in alternation. Left breast up, right breast down. Then left down, right up. Repeating the motion over and over.
“W-what are you doing?”
“This way… ngh… the tit-juice gets properly applied… ah…”
Gyeoul answered diligently, swallowing back moans from the gentle stimulation on her nipples.
Trisha swallowed for an entirely different reason.
Tit-juice… paizuri…
Every time she heard those words, her head spun. Had the other students at the academy been hearing terms like this for the past two weeks?
I’m insanely jealous…?
Wait, why had she been so insistent on not coming to the academy? Did she have a serious intelligence problem?
While Trisha was busy contemplating whether she had wasted only half her life or her entire life, Gyeoul finished preparing her “tit-pussy.”
“Then please sit on the bed for the milking.”
Trisha sat cross-legged on the bed.
“Like this?”
“No. Please keep your buttocks on the bed and your feet on the floor.”
“Ah, okay.”
The moment Trisha lowered her feet, she understood why Gyeoul had asked for that position. Gyeoul had knelt directly on the floor. She was adjusting the height between her own breasts—no, her tit-pussy—and Trisha’s cock.
“Then I will begin the fourth milking session.”
With a face that showed only a faint trace of heat, Gyeoul lifted both breasts.
“Whoa…”
Trisha let out a breath without realizing it. Up close, they were overwhelming. She had breasts of her own, but Gyeoul’s were on another level. Could breasts really get that big? Even when she held each one with one hand, they still overflowed.
Gyeoul held both tits up and aligned the lower part of her cleavage directly over the glans.
“Ugh…♡”
The moment Trisha gasped at the sensation against her glans—
“Hmph.”
Gyeoul removed the hands that had been supporting her breasts. Gravity caused them to drop heavily, and Trisha’s cock was completely “swallowed” inside.
“Uhyaaak!?”
The sudden, intense pleasure made Trisha let out an absurd moan. The overwhelming sensation hit so abruptly that it felt like someone had tickled an extremely sensitive spot. But once the momentary sensory overload passed—
“Ungh♡ Haaahng!?”
Trisha’s hips twitched on their own. Her body tried to thrust upward to chase the pleasure. But sitting upright made that impossible, so her upper body leaned back instead. Both hands reached behind her to support her tilted torso. Then she lowered her hips and thrust upward again.
“Uok!?♡”
Pleasure. An intense pleasure that made her brain crackle and spark. But there was a limit to how high she could go, so she came back down.
“Hek♡ Uhek♡”
There was a limit to how low she could go, so she thrust up again.
“Kugh♡ Hik♡ Hiiik♡”
Up, down, up, down. Like a wind-up doll with only one monotonous movement—up, down, up, down. It was a ridiculous sight. But Trisha had no mental capacity left to imagine how she looked.
“Huu♡ Ooh…!!♡”
It felt so good. What the hell were these breasts? They were soft and squishy, yet when pushed, they bounced back with firm resistance. There was a limit to how good it felt to use purely soft breasts for paizuri. To properly stimulate a cock, you needed pressure that pressed down firmly.
Of course, simply rubbing against soft fabric could still feel good, so rubbing against plush breasts would naturally feel pleasurable too. But could you actually cum from that alone? Usually not.
Yet Gyeoul’s breasts were undeniably soft, but they also had enough elasticity to create a clear sense of pressure. Trisha had no idea how that was physically possible, but since it was happening, there was nothing she could say.
Still, while it felt amazing, the stimulation was just a little lacking for her to reach climax. Even so, if she kept shaking her hips up and down like this—
“Hmph.”
Gyeoul pressed her own breasts inward from both sides, squeezing them tightly around the shaft. The pressure on Trisha’s cock increased dramatically in an instant.
“♡!?!?♡♡!?”
For the first time in her life, Trisha realized that pleasure could make someone scream.