Chapter 266: The Deepening Secret of the Dungeon
Chapter 266: 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’s not right now?! 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 a little too blatant and kills the mood. You drop it by accident, then act flustered as you bend over to pick it up. When you do, don’t bend your knees. Naturally stick your butt out toward me so your panties show just a little…”
“You pervert!”
“What’s wrong with a man being a pervert! I’m only like this with my woman!”
“Wh-What kind of….”
Sara seemed flustered when I shot back with a serious face, but I didn’t care.
No, I pressed her even harder.
“So, you’re not going to do it?! That’s strange… I’m sure I heard Sara say earlier… Did I hear wrong?”
“Y-You bastard… F-Fine, I’ll do it, you pervert! …Sheesh.”
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 maids of the mansion wore.
Except, she wasn’t wearing it neatly like the other maids. It was arranged to be incredibly sexy.
A maid headband on her head and a choker around her neck. So far, so normal.
But below that, things were anything but.
The top exposed everything from her collarbones to her shoulders, barely covering her breasts.
Of course, the smooth stomach below was also completely uncovered, on full display.
The skirt was just as small as the top, clinging tightly to her voluminous ass like a tight skirt. Naturally, there was no room for a petticoat underneath.
It was also so short that the straps of the garter belt extending from beneath it were completely visible.
Speaking of the garter belt straps, one side 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 one smooth, bare leg with the thigh band and the other 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 maid outfit is used in her mansion in a warmer region.
Setting aside the other maids, Vanessa herself has to manage various mansions as she follows Diana, so she has all sorts of uniforms.
Anyway, when I asked if I could borrow it, Vanessa seemed to guess what I was going to use it for. “…You do not need to return it,” she said, coolly lending it to me.
Is she planning on getting 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.
“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’m not listening, I’m not listening. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for saying you’d do anything.
That’s right. The reason Sara is doing this is because I held her to her word from earlier today. After clearing up the misunderstanding with Alicia, she had said she would do anything.
“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 me go soft.
“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?”
“Just one spoonful, please.”
“Yes. Ah, oh my…!”
Still wearing that stiff smile, Sara used a teaspoon to scoop up some sugar with a trembling hand, then promptly dropped 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.
“I-I’m so sorry.”
With those words, 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, her tight skirt rode up, offering a glimpse of her pussyy underwear.
But before I could leisurely enjoy the view, Sara quickly picked up the spoon, stood up straight, and pulled the hem of her skirt down.
Not letting me see for long only made me more desperate. She’s good at this even without being taught. She has a talent for it.
“Th-Then… Oh! I-I’m 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 had 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? Did you say you were new? In any case, this new maid is quite clumsy. Your training is lacking.”
“You bastard… 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 inside of my thigh.
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 wash them right… away?”
Sara watched my expression, asking as if to see 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 clean it 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 thigh.
“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 and stared 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 her panties exposed helplessly while she bent over to pick up the spoon, so it’s fine.
The maids here are too thorough; you never get to see something like that. Vanessa has 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 on 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 is…”
“To my eyes, it looks thoroughly soaked in tea. Am I wrong?”
“N-No, you’re right…”
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 realized my goal wasn’t really to have her suck the tea out of my pants, her movements changed completely from how she’d sucked my thigh, becoming just like real kisses.
It goes without saying that my Dick, under the assault of Sara’s kisses, stirred to righteous fury and shot straight up.
“Ugh! What is the meaning of this!”
“Huh? Why are you… I mean, y-yes?!”
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 no shame?! Do you pounce on any man’s member you see?! You lecher!”
“What?! You bastard! Hey! Guwon!”
Finally unable to hold back her anger, Sara shot to her feet and glared at me.
Agh. Hey. Let’s just stick to the script.
This is all just part of the play. A play.
“How dare you say ‘hey’ to your big bro… to your Master! Have you lost your mind?!”
“Yeah! I have! What?! Shameless?! A lecher?!”
“You’re saying you don’t care what happens to your little sister?”
“What?! What kind of nonsen—”
“Do you understand? You are nothing more than a maid whose sister is being held hostage. Do I make myself clear?”
I explained the current situation to Sara in a narrative tone.
Did the setting change from when I asked if she was a new maid?
Don’t sweat the small stuff! 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 act.
“Hmph… What do you want…?”
But even knowing it was all an act, it seemed she didn’t want to continue.
Sara refused to play the part of a submissive maid any longer, spitting out the words with a scowl.
However, that expression and tone were a perfect fit for the new setting of a woman forced to be a maid because her sister was being held hostage.
See, this kind of acting suits Sara much better than a submissive role.
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 pulled 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 without me even asking, 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 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.
“Ugh… 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 even being asked. Now, get started.”
I placed a hand on her head and pulled her toward my groin.
Sara glared at me with defiant eyes, but she opened her mouth wide and slowly took my Dick inside.