Chapter 582: The Butler's True Feelings
Chapter 582: The Butler's True Feelings
I hurriedly tried to sit up, but Matilda’s legs were wrapped around my head, and the attempt ended in failure.
Weren’t my arms holding her thighs, you ask?
No. Here’s the thing. Matilda is a higher level than me, and on top of that, she’s a holy knight, not a priestess.
Now that I’ve said that much, you get what I mean without me having to finish, right? Yeah, it’s like that.
Anyway, after reaching her climax while gripping my head tightly between her legs, the wave of ecstasy finally passed. The strength slowly drained from her legs, and she flung them open to either side.
“Haah… haah… haah… ngh… Darling…”
Of course, the power of the garter belt set was immense, but Matilda was still clad in pure white lingerie that, at first glance, gave her an innocent appearance.
The sight of her—legs thrown wide, body limp, breath coming in heated gasps—was so provocative it bordered on decadent.
My lower body once again took command of my senses. This time, I successfully sat up and reached for her panties.
But in that instant, the reason that had been momentarily suppressed by my libido reared its head again.
Should I really just take them off?
Of course, I could take off her panties and leave the garter belt on to get down to business.
But should I really do that?
Open your eyes and see for yourself.
This fantastical harmony of the garter rings, the belt, and the panties.
A garter belt is a venerable thing on its own, but it boasts even greater destructive power when paired with the panties over it.
Do I truly have the right to ruin this masterpiece?
No. I don’t. No one has the right to ruin this fantastical sight.
Once that thought took hold, I had no choice but to remove my hand from her panties.
That’s my reason for you.
Always making the most level-headed and precise decisions, no matter the situation.
Grateful for the fortitude of my own reason, I spoke to Matilda.
“Matilda. I have a favor to ask.”
“Yeees… If it’s your request… I can grant you anything…”
Matilda reached out to gently caress my cheek, agreeing before she even heard my request.
Thank you. Thank you.
I was so overcome with emotion at the Cardinal’s benevolence that I felt tears welling up.
But it was too soon to cry.
I’d save the tears for later.
I quickly pulled a new knife from my inventory.
Ever since that difficult time in the ice cave, I’d made it a habit to keep plenty of spare knives on hand.
Which is why I had a brand-new knife in my inventory right now.
Of course, I always clean my knives after use, but it would feel wrong to use one that had carved up monsters for this.
“Darling? Why the knife?”
Seeing me pull out the knife, Matilda tilted her head in confusion.
But her expression showed only pure curiosity, not a hint of fear.
Honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd screamed, but this was Pink-Mode Matilda, after all. In moments like these, you realize the curse isn't all bad.
Anyway, with the knife in hand, I gently slipped a finger into her panties.
I gently peeled the wet fabric away from her skin, placed the knife against the unembroidered section, and neatly cut out the diamond-shaped crotch piece.
Then, I put the knife away and straightened her panties.
The sight of Matilda, now properly wearing the modified lingerie, was absolutely breathtaking.
It was as if the lingerie had been designed for this very purpose. The lavishly embroidered fabric now left her most important part completely exposed.
Of course, her pink flesh had been visible through the soaked, transparent fabric before, but this direct exposure was on a whole other level.
“D-Darling…”
Matilda finally seemed to understand my request, a hint of a blush gracing her features.
But contrary to her shy expression and tone, her hands slowly drifted downward.
At first, I thought she was going to grab her thighs to make it easier for me to enter, but I was wrong.
Matilda brought her hands to her crotch, to the opening in her panties.
Then, using the index and middle finger of each hand, she spread herself open wide, almost like she was making a double peace sign.
The moment I saw that, I felt the last vestiges of my reason completely evaporate.
I shot up, grabbed her thighs, pushed them up slightly, and pressed my raging erection against her.
Putting strength into my hips, I slowly pushed forward. Spread wide by her own fingers, she took me in without the slightest resistance, accepting my full length.
Once I was fully inside her, I looked down at her body again. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yes. This was it.
I could have just pushed her panties to the side, but a garter belt truly shines when the lingerie is worn properly.
“Huuung… haang…”
The sight alone was more than satisfying, but now that I was inside her, it didn't stop there.
Contrary to her gentle acceptance, once I was fully inside, her walls clenched around me, tight and stimulating.
And on top of that, her sweet moans tickled my ears.
I felt my brain literally melting as I began to move my hips slowly.
Perhaps this was the most fitting way to spend a first night together.
Thinking of nothing, simply devouring one another.
I couldn't do that with Silvia; there was too much to worry about. Not that it was bad with her, of course.
Anyway, tonight, I didn't care if my brain melted.
I would think of nothing and just do as my heart desired.
Technically, Matilda had her curse to worry about, but that would be resolved naturally as long as I came inside her.
“Uhaang! Hng! Haaang! Darling! Hng! I love you! Hng! I love youuu!”
My hips, which had been moving slowly to savor the feeling of her, began to pick up speed.
As Matilda let out sweet, melting moans, she caressed my cheeks with hands slick with her juices, endlessly whispering her love for me.
Her voice was so sweet it felt like she was attaching a little heart to every word and every moan, driving my hips to move even faster.
So fast I worried we might get friction burns.
Glancing down at where we were joined, I saw her stretched to her limit around me, yet still gripping me tightly, as if determined not to let go.
When I thrust deep, she would relax as if in welcome, accepting me gently. When I knocked against her cervix, her inner walls would flutter, telling me just how much pleasure she felt.
And when I tried to pull out, she would tighten and squeeze, milking me.
“Hnnght! Hnng! Darliing!”
Seeming to reach her limit, Matilda moved her hands from my cheeks and wrapped her arms tightly around me.
I lowered myself onto her and kissed her. She bit my tongue lightly, and as if unable to bear it any longer, dug her nails into my back.
I could feel her nails breaking the skin on my back—a testament to her high stats—but with my Healing Sex skill active, it wasn't a problem.
In fact, the sensation of the scratches healing instantly was a ticklish, novel form of stimulation.
“D-Darling… hngh! T-Together… haang… together… hnnnnngh!”
Her words were a pleading mumble against my tongue, and the moment I drove my hips forward, knocking the head of my cock hard against her cervix, she could hold back no longer and cried out in climax.
And to meet her expectations, I came inside her at the very same moment.
“Hnngh! Hnng! Haang!”
Already riding the waves of her own orgasm, Matilda thrashed like a harpooned fish as my release flooded her, moaning uncontrollably.
And with every convulsion, I could feel warm spurts of her juices gushing between her legs.
I decided to keep kissing her until she calmed down.
“Hwaaang… haang… Darliing…”
Even in the throes of intense pleasure, she responded eagerly to my kiss, as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
When the movements of her tongue told me she had recovered somewhat, I gently broke the kiss and changed our position.
This time, I gathered her legs, wrapped one arm around them, and hoisted them over my shoulder before I started thrusting again.
With her legs pressed tightly together, her plump labia gripped me even harder, making her already-tight passage feel impossibly snug.
Plus, holding her legs in this position brought their long, elegant lines into full view, accentuating the garter belt even more.
“Hnng! Haang! Hnnght! Hnnght!”
I started moving my hips again before the afterglow of her orgasm had even faded, and Matilda began to cry out in sweet moans once more.
I brought her to climax again and again, moving through a variety of positions.
And, of course, I came inside her several times myself.
There was no reason to hold back, was there? After all, I had to come inside her many times to break the curse.
Even after coming for the umpteenth time, I didn't stop, moving as if my brain had melted away, leaving nothing but the singular thought of sex.
This time, we were in doggy style, with Matilda on her knees, presenting her ass to me.
The sight of the garter straps cutting into her soft, round ass was impossibly sexy.
I gripped her ass firmly with both hands, pumping hard.
“Hnnnngh!”
And once again, I came just as she climaxed.
Perhaps because I'd already filled her so many times, I could feel my semen overflowing from the gap between us, even without pulling out.
“Hwaaang! N-Noo… W-Wait… Stop… hng…”
When things reached that point, even Pink-Mode Matilda, who I thought would accept anything I did, finally surrendered.
Only then did my head clear enough to grasp the situation.
Just how many times had we gone at it without a break?
Even I had to admit I'd overdone it. It was serious if Pink-Mode Matilda was telling me to stop.
As she'd asked, I slowly pulled out.
Her body already devoid of strength, Matilda's legs splayed out like a frog's as she collapsed face-down onto the bed.
“Haah… haah… hngh… haah…”
But she only held that position for a moment.
As if she still had something left to do, Matilda painstakingly pushed herself up and slowly turned to face me.
And then, collapsing onto the bed again…
“Ahm… slurp… lick…”
She began to lick the bedsheets.
Looking closer, I saw she was licking the spot on the sheets where she had just been lying.
In other words, she was licking up the semen that had leaked out of her.
After licking the sheets clean, she lifted her head and began licking her way up my thigh, finally taking my cock into her mouth.
As I watched her, my gaze drifted to her lower body, where I noticed her hand was busy.
Her fingers were busily scooping up the semen that was trickling down her thighs and pushing it back inside herself. Once she seemed satisfied, she gently plugged her entrance with her fingertips.
Seeing that, I felt my reason begin to fade once more.
This was all Matilda's fault. Not mine.
How could she be so damn sexy?
Her ragged breaths, which hitched every time she pushed more of my semen inside her, even tickled my shaft, stimulating me further.
“Haang… Darling… We can't let it go to waste, can we…? Kyaa!”
The moment she said that in a playfully chiding tone, I completely lost it. I pushed her onto her back and thrust inside her once more.
“Hnnng! Darling! I told you…! Hnnght!”
My rough thrust sent the semen she'd just collected gushing back out, and she let out a small cry of protest, but it was quickly swallowed by a sweet, pleasure-filled moan.