# 017 Banshee Maid
# 017 Banshee Maid
I was a dragon.
Privately, I was the master of a vast lair, but at the same time I was the head of an enormous organization that administered my entire domain.
—So a dragon is playing at being human? Ridiculous.
—You're calling it playing at being human. Hey, after I delegated everything to my subordinates this year, I didn't see a single human show their face in front of me.
—...Really? You're saying the bothersome humans didn't disturb your sleep?
—Of course. Though I wasn't interrupted during sex.
—Should I give that a try?
—I shall bestow upon you the Let's Sex-style lair management method. Comfortable for dragons, shitty for humans.
I built a dungeon above my lair.
To be precise, after constructing a dungeon for the bastards who wanted to swarm beneath me, I made it so they could never reach me.
—Protect my women inside the lair, and I will share my power with you. From now on, you are the guard dogs in the garden outside the front gate.
Because inside a dragon's lair, I kept far more precious things.
That was how I came to command countless subordinates below, and became the master of a single broad kingdom.
Counting my various assets—my lair, my castle, my villa—I was a lord who administered a domain rivaling that of an imperial archduke or the king of a nation.
In that case, how were such facilities managed?
—Starting today, you'll have to work as my subordinates.
—What about the pay?
—If you come to my lair, I'll make it so you won't die until you die of natural causes. I guarantee your safety.
—May we do as we please with the humans who try to attack the lair?
—If you have the ability.
—I will follow you! What should I do first?
—Cleaning.
During my human years, while belonging to various groups, I learned that managing a single facility required a truly huge amount of labor and personnel.
If I didn't want to clean up the evidence of sex on the bed myself, I needed at the minimum someone who could manage it, and I needed compensation I could give in exchange for hiring them.
—I may not know much else, but I cannot wash the bed sheets after the master has banged someone!
—Is that so? Then suggest an alternative.
—Don't just leave the corpses of the women you've banged lying around—bring them here and make them clean!
—Oh.
So I created banshees.
Applying dark magic, I turned dead human women into banshee maids, all of them adventurers who had once entered my lair.
Particularly the women whom the unicorn at the entrance had already filtered through a first net.
Like a gargoyle, the unicorn let virgin adventurers pass by unmolested, but thoroughly barred non-virgins and men.
Once they entered Dragonium, what became of them?
Naturally, they became playthings.
Whether they came to kill me or to plunder my treasures, according to the law of my lair, home invasion was punished by rape.
At first I coerced these humans and made them slaves.
But one by one they began to die, and I recalled that in my magician days the dark mages had used skeletons as servants, so I turned the women into banshees.
—Hyah-ha, from now on I shall call you 'Virgin Ghosts'!
—We broke our cherries while we were alive, and she calls us virgin ghosts.
—...The unicorn lets us pass, doesn't it!
—That's because the master doesn't count women he's had sex with as non-virgins.
—You haven't taken the banshee virgin yet.
—Wow....
The banshees, made of grudge spirits, managed the dragon's lair according to my orders.
They became the ones who managed the facilities, loyal maids who cooked, cleaned, and maintained the premises.
One might have expected banshees made from vengeful spirits to rebel.
—I can't live like this! I can't endure it anymore! I—
—Holy Death Beam!
—Kiiiiiiii!!
All the rebellious banshees passed on.
The ones who remained were only those bound by a certain 'desire.'
—If you work as a banshee, I'll let you have sex with me.
—You should have led with that.
—But we're ghosts, so is sex possible?
—When you have sex with me, I'll materialize you.
—I'll serve you well forever!
My cock.
Only the banshees who craved the pleasure my cock gave remained to work for me.
Apart from the fact that their souls were bound to my lair and my villa, the arrangement was packed with countless benefits.
—We don't die?
—You're already dead. So long as you don't pass on, you can live forever.
One. Immortality.
Since they were already dead and had become spirits, they neither aged nor died.
—We're spirit bodies, so how do we clean?
—If you use your mana, you can materialize.
—Oh....
Two. Within my domain, materialization was possible by using mana.
They had no appetite, but if they wanted to cook they could simply cook on their own, and they could even eat the delicious food they had enjoyed while alive.
—Just because we're dead, do we do nothing but work all day?
—Thirty-hour workweeks. Weekends guaranteed. Instead, you'll be split into teams and run on three shifts.
—There are over a hundred banshees; is that still okay?
—Of course.
Three. Free time guaranteed once their assigned work was finished.
Banshees had no need for sleep, but they were beings who had once been human.
If I suppressed their freedom to go somewhere and forced them to work arbitrarily, a Banshee Labor Union would form and demonstrations would break out.
The banshees were workers I had employed, and I granted them reasonable working hours, duties, and free time after work.
—The master has only one cock, and you're not going to spend all your time with just us....
—That's why I prepared this. You know a lich's Life Vessel, right? Behold, the Rape Vessel.
—What is it?
—This is your bedroom. When you enter it, you can relive the sex you had while alive.
Four. In the dream world, unlimited sex with me was possible.
For the banshees, I created soul stones that their spirits could dwell in, and once work ended the banshees returned to the soul stones and enjoyed phantom sex with me.
Just as they had when I had sex with them in life, or indirectly experiencing the sex another banshee had had, they slaked their lust.
—Um, what if we ever want to be reborn?
—Tell me any time. Provided you show me the resolve to match.
Five. Resignation was possible at any time—to be precise, passing on was possible.
Along with employing the banshees, I created a method by which they could voluntarily pass on, under the name of quitting.
They simply had to refrain from entering their soul stone, and from using the mana I'd given them, and stay still for one hundred days.
Whether they went sightseeing or did anything else didn't matter; if with a serene heart they wished to be reborn for those hundred days, they could pass on and go to the Underworld.
Of course, such cases were rare.
Banshees were wraiths bound somewhere by their 'grudge spirit.'
Quasi-immortality they had obtained.
The pleasure of endlessly repeating happiness.
The modest sensations of their human days gained while managing the dungeon.
And the fervent desire to earn the favor of me, Let's Sex, and become a 'wife.'
All of it prevented the banshees from leaving this world.
Thus, the banshees became my maids.
And now, having let Sharia rest in her room for a while, I was summoning the head of the banshees—the head maid banshee—and enjoying sex.
"What do you think? Shaer?"
"Haum, please call me by my name...."
"Jin."
"Yes, hnnn."
Jin Shaer.
Having materialized to perfectly reproduce the body she had in her human days, she held my cock deep in her mouth and caressed it—she had once been an adventurer who had penetrated all the way to the deepest part of my lair and crossed weapons with me directly.
And at one time, she had been a woman I briefly took as my 'wife.'
Though it had been a short period, barely under three years.
Cause of death: death by sex.
Unable to endure my sincere married life, she had died, and thus she had been resurrected as a banshee and was faithfully fulfilling her role as head maid.
"So I'm asking, what do you think?"
"What are you asking me?"
"Sharia. Do you think she'll become my wife?"
"Mm...."
Jin tilted her head.
"For now, it seems like she'll become a Sword Master before she becomes a wife."
All the banshees shared the common trait of silver hair and violet eyes, but she, just as she had looked in life, continued licking my cock with modest black hair.
"Wouldn't that be up to Sharia herself?"
"I suppose...."
"Didn't she say her immediate goal right now is to become a Sword Master? It's a tremendous realm, but among the women who were once wives, those who weren't at least Sword Master level were rare."
"That is true."
"She's a woman who will become Rape's wife, so naturally she should possess the minimum ability to protect her body from other males."
"Did you?"
"I was perfectly capable of guarding my own body, you know? Among humans."
Jin slowly pushed my body onto the bed.
My cock was already sufficiently heated, and she laid me down flat and climbed on top of me herself.
"Huuut...."
"Do you like mounting me that much?"
"Of course... Black Dragon Riding, it feels so incredibly good...."
Because she ranked as head maid among the banshees, and because she had once been a wife, she was permitted to mount me.
Because she was that good at the cowgirl position.
"How about you, Master? A ghost pussy must be less vivid than when I was alive."
"Even so, your pussy is still delicious."
"Hnn, thank you, even if it's an empty compliment. Huuut...."
Jin began to bounce her hips in earnest.
She wore a maid uniform, but her skill in bucking her hips was unmistakably the technique of a knight from her previous life.
"Heh heh, did you roll your hips like this on horseback too?"
"Don't say strange things... Haa, if the person who taught me a woman's pleasure says stuff like that, I'll really get angry, you know...?"
"And how would you get angry?"
"I'd squeeze all your semen out."
Jin placed her hands on my chest, then began grinding her hips as if turning a waterwheel.
"Kuhhh...."
She wasn't even pounding up and down, yet my cock was being wrung wildly inside Jin's ghost pussy.
Of course.
"Hyaaah...."
Jin came before I could even ejaculate first.
I pulled her body down and lightly took her breast into my mouth, and Jin's eyes rolled back as she climaxed.
"Your breasts are still weak, even in death."
"A-ah, no...! I'm passing on...!"
"You could just say you came. Are you going to scare me like that? Huh?"
I seized Jin's hips tightly, then released the lust boiling up from below.
"I can't do without you."
"!!"
Splrrrt.
At the same moment I ejaculated, Jin came once more.
Her eyes rolled back, her whole body trembling, she slowly began to slump over my body....
Shaaa.
"Hey, hey! Materialization!!"
"Hah, haaahh...."
"Who told you to dispel your materialization on your own... hah, honestly."
Jin's mana ran out.
Whether my semen carried mana or not, she had lost the Composure needed to sustain her materialization due to the pleasure, and she reverted back into a banshee.
[Huuuut....]
Splatter.
As she became a banshee, the semen that had been inside her belly spilled onto my abdomen.
In the blink of an eye, I had become someone who had masturbated and then poured my semen over my own body.
"You, look...."
[I'm sorry, Master... it felt too good and I, I came....]
"That's exactly why I told you to just come possessing a homunculus, wasn't it?"
[My pride won't permit that.]
Jin, whose hair had returned to the banshees' characteristic gray, pouted her lips.
[How could a woman of the Master face him by borrowing another woman's pussy instead of using her own? It's exactly the same as a knight borrowing someone else's sword instead of wielding her own.]
"Is that so?"
[Of course. If I ever had a thought like that, wouldn't I possess another woman's body right now and enjoy myself with the Master?]
Jin kissed my cheek and smiled brightly.
[I'll keep the lower ranks firmly in line. So that there won't be any incidents like possessing the body of that girl called Sharia.]
"I'm counting on you. Ah, and."
I whispered to Jin very quietly.
"If Sharia happens to masturbate, report it to me at once."
Because that day would be the day Sharia tasted something other than fingers with her pussy.
* * *
"Kyaaak! Someone came out of the mirror...?!"
"Hiiik, the bed suddenly started moving by itself...?"
"I-is this what they call a poltergeist, the thing I've only ever heard about? Hiiit...?!"