Chapter 79. The Head Maid's Ultimate Move and Clean Magic
The Head Maid's Ultimate Move and Clean Magic
Maria settled between Gerard's legs and drew out her most powerful weapon.
Her massive, snow-white mounds of flesh completely engulfed Gerard's erect cock, blotting it from view. The deep, swamp-like valley of pillowy white flesh swallowed the crimson pillar whole.
"Haa... ngh..."
Gerard's cock was already slick with a mix of Maria's saliva and his own pre-cum. She squeezed her breasts with both hands as if trying to pop them, then began rubbing his shaft up and down between them.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Guh... this... is deadly..."
Gerard gripped the armrests of the chair.
Even without any special technique, the sheer pressure alone was driving him mad.
The feast of pale flesh dominating his vision—the contrast between Maria's primly tied-up hair and refined face against the obscenely large, cow-like breasts devouring his manhood—was a visual shockwave that slammed into his brain.
The scent of freesia rising from those milky mounds intoxicated him.
As Maria took a deep breath and ground her chest harder, Gerard's cock throbbed in protest beneath the crushing pleasure. Unable to hold back, he placed a hand on her head and pressed down.
Maria, as if waiting for that signal, naturally pushed her chest as far down as possible.
Pop.
The swollen, crimson tip of his cock peeked out from between the waves of flesh.
Maria stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the head.
Lick.
"Hnngh—!"
Gerard's hips jerked. A shiver ran down his spine.
Maria felt a quiet sense of triumph at how easily he crumbled.
'He seemed like such a gentleman... but in the end, all men are the same.'
Still, she didn't dislike it. In a situation where he could have forced himself on her and taken her backdoor, he had given her the choice until the very end. For that, she felt a strange gratitude.
'Right... I should send him off properly.'
This wasn't just defense—it was a show of appreciation for his consideration.
"Aahn..."
Deliberately letting out an uncharacteristically seductive moan, Maria took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Her lips smacked obscenely as she suckled, while the tip of her tongue roughly scraped against his slit.
At the same time, her hands never stopped moving.
She kneaded her swollen breasts with crushing force, using their elasticity to vigorously rub his shaft.
Schlurp, schlick, schlap! Schlap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The sounds of her sucking and the wet slaps of flesh colliding, liquid splashing, formed a perfect duet.
"Ngh—!"
Gerard couldn't take it.
Maria's jiggling breasts filled his vision, her stiff, tempting nipples standing proudly atop them.
As if entranced, he reached out and roughly twisted her swollen pink nipples.
"Hnngh—!"
Maria shuddered. The sharp pain from her nipples radiated through her entire chest, but she didn't stop. If anything, she used the stimulation as fuel to speed up.
"Ngh... Maria... w-wait... too fast...!"
Gerard's desperate plea fell on deaf ears.
She sucked hard on his tip, creating a vacuum, then flicked her tongue like a snake against the most sensitive ridge.
Her breasts tightened even more, squeezing every vein of his cock in a vice-like grip.
It was a different kind of pleasure from vaginal or anal sex—a world of destructive ecstasy hidden within softness.
"Guh—! Hngh—!!"
His limit had come. Gerard's back arched like a drawn bow.
"I'm cumming!!"
Splurt! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Gerard's semen exploded inside Maria's mouth.
"Ghk—!"
When she pulled away, white liquid sprayed from her lips, splattering across her face and the valley of her breasts.
Thick strands of cum clung to her eyelashes, dripped down her chin, and pooled between her mounds, painting them white.
"Haa... haa..."
Gerard slumped back in the chair, panting.
A mix of intense pleasure, relief, and the sudden emptiness of it being over too soon crashed over him.
He almost resented himself for enjoying it so much—for cumming so quickly.
Maria wiped the cum from the corner of her lips with a finger, catching her breath.
Red handprints stood out starkly against her pale breasts—proof of how hard she had squeezed herself to milk him dry.
Those brutal, obscene marks were the medals of the fierce battle the head maid had fought tonight.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The bed was still a battlefield.
Lucian's hips showed no signs of tiring, and beneath him, Isela (Madame Blanc) howled like a beast stripped of human speech.
"Aahn! Ahh! Aah! Aaah—!"
Her pupils were blown wide, the whites of her eyes flickering as drool mixed with foam spilled from her lips. The elegant, seductive noblewoman was nowhere to be seen.
Each time Lucian thrust, her voluptuous breasts jiggled, sending droplets of sweat flying. Though she had already climaxed multiple times, her vaginal walls showed no sign of releasing his cock—instead sucking him in deeper, tighter.
Lucian was at a loss too.
Even after ejaculating, his cock refused to soften—whether due to his mana running wild or the stimulation from Isela's skilled body, he didn't know. Unable to find the right moment to pull out, he simply kept thrusting on instinct.
Gerard watched the spectacle, then glanced down at his own pants.
His cock, which had just gone limp after unloading between Maria's breasts, was twitching back to life at the sounds of his wife's cries and the slapping of flesh.
'Lucian... you bastard. Even your cock moves like a sword. To reduce my wife to this state...'
Rather than jealousy, a strange excitement surged through him. The sight of his wife being so thoroughly conquered by another man—this perfect betrayal—set his blood boiling again.
Meanwhile, Maria bit her lip.
Her gaze was fixed on Lucian.
'Please... stop. Look at me.'
But Lucian, lost in Isela's pleasure, didn't spare her a glance.
"Haa..."
Maria rubbed her thighs together.
Despite receiving no stimulation herself, the visual and auditory onslaught had soaked her panties. Every time the damp fabric brushed against her sensitive clit, a jolt of electricity shot through her.
She was furious, yet her body burned. She resented the Count, yet she wanted to be taken.
"My Lord... please... stop..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Maria tried to call out to Lucian as she stepped forward.
Then—Gerard's hand snatched her wrist.
"Wait."
"...?"
"Lady Maria. It seems Isela and Lucian are... too well-matched. Forcing them apart now would be rude, don't you think?"
Gerard nudged his now fully erect cock against Maria's ass.
Tap.
"Let's... put in some more effort too. You haven't forgotten our promise, have you?"
Maria clenched her fists.
Her master, fucking another woman right in front of her. His friend, eyeing her ass from behind.
It was miserable. But at the same time, defiance flared within her.
'Fine... if you're going to keep going, then so can I!'
She turned to Gerard with a challenging glare, as if to show Lucian.
"I'll keep my promise. But... there's a condition."
She raised her voice toward the bed.
"My Lord!"
Slap! Slap! Creak!
"Ahngh... d-don't stop... keep... keep going..." (Isela)
"Lucian! Listen to me for a second!"
With Gerard joining in, Lucian finally turned his dazed gaze toward them.
"Pant... pant... Huh? What...?"
"That [Clean] magic you mentioned—can you cast it on Lady Maria? As we agreed... I'll only take her backdoor. On the Blanc family's honor, I won't touch her front."
"Lucian!!"
Maria's voice was laced with venom as she called her master's name.
The sheer desperation in her cry snapped Lucian back to his senses.
Maria was glaring at him. Her eyes, on the verge of tears, burned with quiet fury.
"Ah... sorry... Maria... are you really... okay with this?"
'Of course I'm not okay, you idiot!'
Maria screamed internally, but outwardly, she replied coldly.
"Hmph. Yes. Hurry up and do it. I... want to enjoy myself too."
It was an obvious lie—and a challenge to Lucian.
"...Got it."
Lucian lowered his gaze guiltily, then flicked his fingers.
"[Clean] [Grease]."
Fwoosh—
A white light enveloped Maria's lower half.
A refreshing sensation as every impurity—inside and out—was purified. Then, a slick, cool liquid formed between the cheeks of her ass.
A high-grade magical lubricant.
"Ah...!"
Maria's ass twitched.
The transparent, viscous fluid trickled down her crack, coating her inner thighs.
The sight was obscene—as if she were dripping arousal from her backside.
"Oho... impressive."
Gerard marveled as he gripped Maria's plump, white ass with both hands.
The head maid's firm cheeks glistened under the lubricant's sheen.
Between them, her pink puckered entrance, now thoroughly oiled, twitched in readiness.
It was magic itself—erasing all aversion to what was normally an exit.
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