Chapter 264: The Deepening Secret of the Dungeon
Chapter 264: The Deepening Secret of the Dungeon
“No! That’s not it!”
After a day of sunbathing and a pleasant dinner, it was now the middle of the night.
I had come into the room with Sara, and now I was shaking my head as I looked at her.
“What—what do you mean, ‘that’s not it’?! Isn’t this good enough?!”
“No! It has to be more… natural… you know?!”
“I don’t know!” Sara shouted, half on the verge of tears.
Ah, that expression might actually be kind of nice.
I looked at Sara with a frustrated expression, but I calmed myself down and began to explain again.
“Listen carefully. First, you naturally drop the teaspoon on the floor. It’s important that it looks like a real mistake, not like you dropped it on purpose. If it looks intentional, it’s too blatant and kills the mood. So, you drop it by accident, then act flustered as you bend over to pick it up. When you do, don’t bend your knees. Just naturally stick your butt out toward me so your panties show a little…”
“You pervert!”
“What’s wrong with a guy being a pervert! I’m only like this with my own woman!”
“Wh-what kind of…”
Sara seemed flustered when I retorted with a serious expression, but I paid her no mind.
No, I pressed on even harder.
“So, are you not going to do it?! That’s strange… I’m sure I heard Sara say… Did I mishear you?”
“Y-You… Fine, I’ll do it, you damn pervert! …Damn it.”
What are we doing, you ask? Can’t you tell? It’s maid play!
That’s right. Sara was currently standing before me, dressed in the same kind of maid outfit the mansion’s maids wore.
Except, unlike the other maids who wore their uniforms neatly, hers was arranged to be incredibly sexy.
A headband on her head and a choker around her neck. So far, so normal.
But everything below that was anything but.
The top left her completely bare from her collarbones and shoulders down to the top of her chest, barely managing to cover her breasts.
Of course, the smooth expanse of her stomach below was also completely exposed.
The skirt was just as small as the top, clinging to Sara’s voluminous hips almost like a tight skirt. There was certainly no room for a petticoat underneath.
It was so short that the straps of the garter belt extending down from it were in plain view.
Speaking of the garter belt, one strap was connected to a thigh band wrapped around the middle of her thigh, while the other was connected to a stocking that came up to the same height.
The contrast between the smooth, bare skin of the leg with the thigh band and the leg wrapped in a glossy black stocking emphasized Sara’s already sexy legs even more.
Where did I get these clothes, you ask?
I asked Vanessa if she happened to have anything like this, and she did.
Apparently, Diana owns many mansions besides this one, and this particular outfit is what the maids wear at her mansion in a warmer region.
Setting the other maids aside, Vanessa herself has to manage various mansions as she follows Diana, so she has a collection of every type of uniform.
Anyway, when I asked if I could borrow it, Vanessa seemed to guess what I was planning to use it for. “…You do not need to return it,” she said, coolly lending it to me.
Was she planning to get a new one for herself? I’d love to see Vanessa in an outfit like this someday. But that’s not what’s important right now.
“You got it? You have to act like a real maid, okay?”
“Real maids don’t dress like this…”
“What are you talking about? That’s Vanessa’s uniform.”
“But it’s not the one they wear here?!”
Sigh. I can’t hear you. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for saying you’d do anything.
Right. The reason Sara is doing this is because I latched onto her promise to do anything after we cleared up the misunderstanding with Alicia earlier in the day.
“Besides, Guwon. You weren’t actually mad back then, were you?”
“What are you talking about? I was so hurt! How can you say that after doubting me like that?!”
“Ugh… I-I’m sorry…”
No. I didn’t mean for her to feel that sorry.
Hey. Don’t be cheap and start tearing up. You’re making my heart waver.
“A-Anyway! If you’re sorry, then hurry up and try again!”
“Okay… Th-Then, M-Master? I’ve brought your tea.”
Sara offered an awkward smile as she placed a teacup on the table where I was sitting.
“Yes. Would you pour me a cup?”
“Of course. Then…”
As I lifted the cup, Sara poured tea into it and reached for the sugar bowl next to it.
“How would you like your sugar?”
“One spoonful, please.”
“Yes. Ah, oh my…!”
Still wearing that stiff smile, Sara used a trembling hand to scoop up some sugar with a teaspoon, only to drop it on the floor.
Well, it looked a little awkward, but I was getting tired of repeating this part, so I decided to let it slide.
Sara glanced at me cautiously, and when I didn’t say anything, she let out a small sigh of relief and moved on to the next step.
“M-My apologies.”
With that, she turned her back to me and, just as I’d instructed, bent at the waist to pick up the teaspoon, keeping her legs straight without bending her knees.
As she did, the tight skirt rode up, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her pussyy underwear.
But before I could leisurely enjoy the view, Sara immediately picked up the teaspoon, stood up straight, and pulled the hem of her skirt down.
Not letting me see for long only made me burn with more anticipation. She’s good at this even without being taught. A natural talent.
“Th-Then… Oh! I-I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!”
After picking up the teaspoon, Sara then knocked the teacup I was holding with her elbow, spilling tea all over me.
We’d already gone over the spoon-dropping part several times. The tea had gone completely cold by now, so other than the unpleasant dampness on my pants, there was no damage.
Still, I looked up at Sara and spoke in an annoyed tone.
“What is the meaning of this? You’re new, did you say? This new maid is certainly a clumsy one. Poorly trained.”
“You little… I-I’m sorry.”
For a moment, Sara’s true nature almost burst out in anger, but she seemed to remember her situation, composed herself, and continued the act.
“These were my favorite pants. What are you going to do about it?” I said, lording it over her as I pointed to the tea-soaked part of my pants.
For the record, it wasn’t my crotch that was wet, but the inner thigh area.
I had wanted her to soak my crotch, but it seems her aim was a little off.
I only told her to get my pants wet, not to aim for my crotch.
And I hadn’t told Sara anything about what was supposed to happen next.
From here on out, I had to enjoy this maid play purely through ad-libbing.
“Huh? Ah, w-well… should I go and wash them right… away?”
Sara watched my expression, asking as if to confirm if that was the right answer.
Wrong. You called me a pervert yourself. Do you really think a pervert would just let you off with washing his pants?
“No. I’d like you to wipe it off right here, right now.”
“In that case…”
Sara took out a handkerchief to wipe my pants, but I raised a hand to stop her.
Then, I grabbed the choker around her neck and pulled her down, bringing her face level with my thighs.
“Even if it was spilled, tea is still tea. And isn’t tea meant to be drunk with one’s mouth?”
“Huh? Y-You mean…”
“Drink it.”
Sara looked up, staring intently into my eyes as if trying to figure out if I was serious.
To an outsider, she would look like a maid genuinely conflicted about whether to obey her master’s command.
See, acting is all about ad-libbing. Proceeding like this, with her not knowing anything, makes it so much more natural. Should I have just done it this way from the start?
No, I really wanted to see the defenseless view of her panties as she bent over to pick up the spoon, so this is fine.
The maids here are too thorough; you never get to see something like that. Vanessa trained them too well.
“Th-Then, please excuse me.”
Finally seeming to realize I was serious, Sara hesitated but brought her mouth to my inner thigh and began to suck at the wet spot on my pants, as if trying to leave a hickey.
I placed a hand on her head and gently turned it to the side.
Right toward my crotch.
“Here, too, if you please.”
“Huh? But this part isn’t…”
“To my eyes, it looks thoroughly soaked in tea. Am I wrong?”
“I-I suppose not…”
Sara silently mouthed the word ‘pervert’ before pressing her lips to my crotch.
She then started planting little kisses all around the area.
Now that Sara had realized my goal wasn’t really to have her suck the tea out of my pants, her movements had changed completely from how she’d sucked my thigh, becoming much more like actual kisses.
It goes without saying that my Dick, under the barrage of Sara’s kisses, shot up, full of vigor.
“Ugh! What is the meaning of this!”
“Huh? Why are you… I mean, wh-what?!”
Sara looked startled by my sudden outburst of anger.
Right. Don’t forget the act. You’re a maid right now.
“I told you to suck up the tea, not kiss me! Have you ever seen such a shameless maid?! Do you just pounce on any man’s member you see?! You lecher!”
“What?! You little…! Hey! Guwon!”
Finally, Sara couldn’t hold back her anger and shot to her feet, glaring at me.
Agh. Hey. Let’s just stick to the script.
This is all just a part of the play. The play.
“How dare you say ‘hey’ to your big bro… to your Master?! Have you lost your mind?!”
“Yes! I have! What?! Shameless?! Lecher?!”
“You’re saying you don’t care what happens to your little brother, is that it?”
“What?! What kind of nonse…”
“Do you understand? You are nothing more than a maid whose younger sibling is being held hostage. Do I make myself clear?” I explained the current situation to Sara in a narrative tone.
Didn’t I just ask if she was a new maid? Has the setting changed?
Don’t sweat the details! The important thing is to keep enjoying the maid play.
And on second thought, this kind of setup suits Sara better than a submissive maid.
Through my desperate glances and lines, Sara finally seemed to understand what I was getting at.
Right. The words ‘shameless’ and ‘lecher’ were all part of the setting.
“Tch… What do you want…?”
But even knowing it was all part of the setting, it seemed she didn’t want to continue.
Sara refused to play the part of a submissive maid any longer, scowling as she spat out the words.
However, that expression and tone of voice fit perfectly with the setting of a woman forced to be a maid because her brother was being held hostage.
See, this kind of acting suits Sara much better than playing someone submissive.
I was being short-sighted earlier.
“This happened because of your shameless behavior. Don’t you think you should take responsibility? It’s hard for me to move properly like this. Take responsibility and put it back to how it was.”
I unfastened the front of my pants and took out my stiffly erect member as I spoke.
“Back to how it was? How?” Sara asked back, her brow still slightly furrowed.
I grabbed the choker around her neck and once again pulled her face down between my legs.
“Why are you playing dumb now? All you have to do is what you were doing before, but with more effort and passion. You started doing it without being told, so you must like it, right? That sort of thing.”
“Wh-Who said I…?!”
“Hmph. Still playing innocent? Fine. I don’t care whether you like it or not. The important thing is that you have to do as I say right now.”
As I continued the act, Sara looked up at my face with an expression that said, ‘Are you really going to keep this up?’
I gave her a thumbs-up, signaling her to continue, which made her look slightly displeased.
“Tch… You pervert…!”
It was the same line as before, but thinking of it as words uttered by a woman forced to be a maid and obey orders because her sibling was a hostage, it hit differently.
“Hah. I don’t want to hear that from a shameless woman who started kissing my crotch without being told. Now, get started.”
I placed a hand on Sara’s head and pulled her toward my groin.
Though she glared at me with defiant eyes, she opened her mouth wide and slowly took my Dick inside.