Chapter 660: Conquering the 4th Floor
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 660: Conquering the 4th Floor
At Sara’s cute reaction, I almost unconsciously stroked her head and praised her, but thankfully, I came to my senses before my hand could reach her hair.
No, I can’t do that. Right now, I’m the master disciplining his poorly trained maid.
I can’t praise her for something so minor.
“Hmph. It seems you’ve done as you were told. Is the discipline finally starting to show some effect? But this isn’t the end of it. What are you doing? If you’ve swallowed it all, get up at once.”
“Hmph… You could at least praise me a little…”
When I spoke with a stern expression, Sara, who had been sending me pleading glances for praise, immediately let her face fall, her lips pouting as if she were sulking.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing! It was nothing, sir!”
Watching Sara get up, her sulking completely obvious, the suspicion I’d just had hardened into certainty.
This girl… she’s definitely drunk.
Until now, I’d only ever seen her completely wasted. So this is what she’s like when she’s just a little tipsy.
Well, depending on how you look at it, you could say she’s similar now to when she’s completely drunk.
When she’s totally plastered, she clings to me, desperately calling my name—‘Guwoooon! Guwoooon!’—and becomes completely honest with her affection. Right now, she’s just being a little more honest with her feelings.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s pretty much the same.
For some reason, on top of being more honest, she also seems to have a touch of childish regression, but her regression has already progressed to the point where she’s fine even if I’m away for a day.
A little bit of this behavior mixed in when she’s drunk shouldn’t be a problem.
“It seems your discipline is still lacking. Turn around, place your hands on the wall, and present your rear!”
“Hyaah! Y-Yes!”
When I spoke in a scolding tone, Sara, who had been grumbling in a pout, jumped in surprise. She did as I commanded, placing her hands on the wall and bending over to push her ass out toward me.
As she did, her bottom, which had been precariously hidden by her short skirt, peeked out from under the hem.
Mm. A magnificent ass, as always.
“Heeut…”
I reached out and gently caressed her firm, apple-shaped ass with my fingertips.
The sensation must have been quite ticklish, as Sara’s body trembled and a cute sound escaped her lips.
Well, judging by the liquid trickling down her inner thigh, it seemed it was more than just ticklish.
To confirm, I grabbed the hem of her skirt with the hand that had been stroking her and lifted it up.
Just as I thought, Sara’s sexy underwear was soaked through.
Despite being mostly black, her panties were so drenched you could tell they were wet, and her juices had overflowed, running down her inner thighs.
Seeing this, I spoke in a displeased tone.
“What is this disgraceful state?”
“Huh? Th-That’s…”
“Don’t tell me a mere maid got herself off while serving her master?!”
“But… Hyaht!”
Sara trembled at my reaction, trying to make an excuse.
“And now you’re making excuses!”
“I-I’m sorry!”
But when I gave her ass a light smack—adjusted to make a loud slap without causing any pain—she immediately apologized.
“Hah. And here I thought the discipline was showing some results. What an obscene little maid you are. This means you weren’t fully focused on your service just now, doesn’t it?”
I let out a deliberately loud sigh, then hooked my hands onto her underwear and slowly pulled them down.
At first, only the edges I was holding moved. The center of the fabric was soaked and clung fast to her pussy.
But as I pulled them further down, the part stuck with her juices finally peeled away from her flesh with a slick, lewd squelch.
“Hnngh…!”
As the wet area was suddenly exposed to the air, she must have felt a chill, because Sara’s body shivered once more.
Her firm buttocks rippled softly, making her already magnificent ass look even more alluring.
“Hmph. To think you were this wet.”
But I showed no sign of my true thoughts, instead keeping my voice displeased as I pushed two fingers into her.
Oh, by the way, I deliberately left her underwear bunched around her mid-thighs.
She went to the trouble of wearing such pretty lingerie; it would be a waste to just toss it aside, wouldn’t it?
“Haaahng…!”
As I inserted my index and middle fingers and swirled them around lightly, Sara’s legs gave out from the overwhelming pleasure. Her knees trembled violently as she desperately held onto the wall for support.
Even so, she swayed her hips from side to side, trying to take my fingers even deeper. It seemed this level of pleasure still wasn’t enough for her.
So Sara had been quite pent-up, too.
“Haht!”
Knowing this, I mercilessly pulled my two fingers out.
The whimper that escaped Sara’s lips at that moment was a clear expression of her disappointment.
But I paid it no mind. I rubbed my fingers against her ass, as if to show her just how much of her juices were coating them.
“Do you think it’s acceptable for a maid to leak her fluids so vulgarly while serving her master?!”
“I-I’m sorry…”
“And what is this! This vulgar mark!”
“Eh?!”
Not stopping at scolding her for her wetness, I smeared her juices over the Apostle’s Seal engraved just above the cleft of her ass and raised my voice.
Sara, who clearly hadn’t expected me to say anything about the Apostle’s Seal, looked back at me in shock, but I didn’t stop.
“It’s as if you’re begging to be fucked in the ass! To think a woman with such an obscene mark would enter my service as a maid!”
“Wh-What are you… Hnngh!”
Sara seemed about to retort, but the moment I stroked her asshole with my thumb, her head dropped and her body trembled.
Her ass was still her weak spot.
Besides, it looked like she had come fully prepared beforehand.
I’d told her that with my skills now, she didn’t need to prep at all, but she was just so earnest and diligent.
Or was this her way of expressing her desire to do it anally?
That was its own kind of devious, and I liked it.
“This won’t do. This wretched maid must be punished, and punished severely.”
With those words, I pressed my still-stiff member against Sara’s rear.
Well, this was maid play, after all. And in a scene like this, when you talk about punishment, there’s really only one way to deliver it, right?
“Hnnnnnngh!”
As I thrust my hips forward, sinking myself into her, Sara—finally able to feel true pleasure for the first time today—reacted with explosive intensity.
Her back arched like a bow, her head, which had been hanging low, now snapped up, and her feet, which had been flat on the floor, rose onto their tips in a conditioned reflex, her toes curling tightly.
And her pussy, which was already so soaked that her juices were trickling past her thighs to her calves, erupted in a fountain as if my penetration had forced out all the fluid inside.
It seemed she had reached her climax with a single thrust.
I held still inside her, waiting for a moment for Sara to calm down.
“Haah… Haaah… Hnngh… Hh… Haa… Haa…”
Sara stood on her tiptoes, her back arched, her body trembling. Once the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, her entire body went limp, and she started to crumple forward.
Of course, I caught her before that happened, cupping her breasts with both hands to support her, preventing her from collapsing to the floor or crashing into the wall.
“Hahng…”
For Sara, who was incredibly sensitive after her recent climax, just the act of me grabbing her breasts was intensely pleasurable, and a sweet moan escaped her lips.
The stimulation must have been too much, because she even reached a hand back, trying to push my stomach away.
But I couldn’t stop here.
Just waiting for the afterglow of her orgasm to fade was already a huge concession from the perspective of a master disciplining his maid.
Besides, just as Sara had waited and waited before coming in a single thrust, I, too, had been waiting for this moment for quite some time.
Sure, I’d already cum in her mouth once, but that was just a warm-up.
And so, I grabbed the wrist of the hand she was using to push me away and made her place it back on the wall.
No. Not just her hand. I moved my body forward, pressing her entire upper body firmly against the wall.
She seemed to have lost all strength in her body, making it hard for her to stand properly.
This way, sandwiched between the wall and my body, she wouldn’t have to worry about falling over.
“Haaahng! Hnngh! Hh! Haht! Hnnng! Hnng!”
Once Sara was leaning against the wall, standing almost straight, I could finally begin to move my hips in earnest.
The feeling of Sara’s ass, a sensation I couldn’t experience while in the dungeon, was truly the best.
Her entrance was tight, squeezing me hard, but once past it, she enveloped me warmly, sending waves of soft pleasure through me.
“Hahng… Hnngh… Ahng… Haht…!”
And best of all, since this was her weak spot, Sara reacted sensitively to every single thrust, filling my ears with a delightful symphony of moans.
Even after gushing such a fountain of fluid during her last orgasm, she seemed to have more to spare. With every thrust, I could feel her juices flowing from her pussy, soaking my own groin.
I let my hands, which had been holding her waist, slide up her body, over her smooth stomach, and then even lower.
“Hnnnnnnngh!”
When my fingertips brushed against her clitoris and gave it a light twist, Sara came again, almost anticlimactically fast.
But this time, I didn’t wait for the aftershocks to pass and for her to recover.
No. I couldn’t wait.
To stop moving my hips while experiencing such incredible pleasure?
That was something not even a Saint could do.
Especially not when my partner was my beloved Sara.
So, instead of stopping, I moved the hand that had been touching her clitoris even lower.
To that place I couldn’t see, where I knew her pink flesh was exposed.
As I gently brought my fingertips to her cunt, from which her juices flowed endlessly, I could feel it twitching with my every thrust, as if begging for something more.
And when my beautiful Sara wants something so badly, there’s no way I would deny her.
I brought my index and middle fingers together and immediately slid them all the way into her.
“Haaauuuungh!”
Once again, Sara’s heels lifted off the floor as her body trembled violently.
She had come again, but it wasn’t over yet.
I curled my fingers slightly, pressing their tips against her G-spot inside and began to vibrate them gently.
“Hyaaaaahng! Hahng! Hnng! Hnngh! N-Nooo… Aahng… This… Th… Hnnngh!”
Sara’s reaction was more intense than ever before, her body shaking violently.
With every thrust of my hips, she seemed to climax again, completely submerged in pleasure.
Naturally, her ass, which I was still inside, moved with each of her orgasms, sending me into even more ecstatic sensations. At the same time Sara felt her umpteenth climax, I finally came deep inside her.
“Hnnngh… Hnngh… Haaahng… Haaht… Hh…”
Only when my hips finally stilled did Sara get a chance to catch her breath.
She had been arching her back like a bow for so long that she now went completely limp, her body slumping against mine instead of the wall.
Sara gasped for breath, her panting punctuated by soft moans. After a long moment, as if just remembering, she moved her hand and weakly pushed against my stomach.
Was she asking me to pull out for a moment?
Thinking that, I withdrew from her. Sara staggered toward the bed.
She must have been so overwhelmed with pleasure that she’d forgotten all about the maid play and just wanted to lie down.
I had enjoyed the maid play to my heart’s content as well, so I supported her as we made our way to the bed together.
But when she reached the bed, contrary to my expectations, Sara simply collapsed onto it and pulled the covers over her head, as if that was it for the night.
“S-Sara?!”
Seeing her do that, I finally realized something was wrong.
It made no sense. A night with Sara had never ended this quickly.
“Sara. Wait. What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”
I called out to her in a panic. She peeked just her face out from under the covers, glared at me, and opened her mouth.
“Guwon… you insulted… the Apostle’s Seal…”
Uh… huh? What did she just say? What does that… Ah, ahh! Don’t tell me?!
Only after hearing those words did I realize what I had done.
I’m screwed. I went way too far.
Then does that mean when she was pushing my stomach earlier, it wasn’t because she was overwhelmed with pleasure and wanted a break, but because she was pissed off and wanted me to stop?
“No. Wait a minute. Sara. Just wait. It’s not like that. It wasn’t like that. I was just acting as the mean master…”
“That precious symbol… of my heart and Guwon’s…”
“Of course it’s precious! It is! It absolutely is! Think about it. Would I ever mean that for real? I’m the one who engraved it on you! Of course it’s precious to me!”
“But you called it vulgar…”
“That’s because I got too into character! I’m sorry! I’ve committed a mortal sin! I shouldn’t have brought the Apostle’s Seal into it, no matter what! I apologize! I’m being sincere! I love you with all my heart, and that seal, the proof of our love, is just as precious to me!”
“……”
Despite my desperate apology, Sara said nothing, only continuing to stare at me intently.
“I really mean it. Okay?”
“Really…?”
“Of course. Absolutely. Why else would I have given you the Apostle’s Seal? I love you. Okay? Sara.”
“Okay… I love you, too…”
Only after I had apologized so desperately did Sara finally seem to relent. She spoke those words as she slowly sat up and leaned into my embrace.
“Phew. Thank you. I’m sorry. I’ll never do anything like that again.”
“Okay… I believe you. Guwoooon…”
Ah, so she ends up calling me that after all.
I was already certain, but this confirmed it. This was definitely drunk Sara.