First Place
Me? Why?
An ordinary day passed, no different from any other. I trained my senses by pressing a dildo against my G-spot and A-spot, learning how to feel through my chest, studying the responses of this alien body like a subject I couldn't afford to fail.
"Nngh.. when you press right there, it's ahhk!"
As the sensations grew familiar, I stopped coming embarrassingly fast like before, reining myself in at the point where my body flushed warm and my pussy turned slick. Something about it felt wrong—I knew that much—but I turned my face away from the feeling and threw myself into what I was supposed to be doing. Knowing I shouldn't, knowing it would end badly if I kept going, I still spent my nights alone fingering my cunt or teasing my nipples until the heat became unbearable.
How many days passed like that? A vibrator now sat in my hand. Not a training tool for practicing sex with Aspen—a device that existed purely for pleasure and masturbation, nothing more.
When I'd asked Emilia about it, she'd answered in that serene, professorial tone of hers.
"A vibrator, you ask? It is a convenience item provided for those who feel the ache of being unable to share the master's bed."
"You must have quite a bit built up by now, Glay. Feel free to use one quietly at night, so long as you don't wake the others."
"That is precisely what it was placed there for."
Back then, I'd thought: I'll take it apart and turn it into an escape tool. But right now, I was flipping the vibrator on and off, on and off, still agonizing.
(Bzzzzz)
(Click)
(Bzzzzz)
(Click)
"Ha.. it's just.. no, ha.."
After all that deliberation, I finally landed on: it's just curiosity. Any man would be curious about a woman's body. Just this once. I pulled my panties off, set the vibrator to its lowest setting, and brought it to my clit.
(Vrrrrm)
"Hahk.. nnngh..."
It felt nothing like fingering myself or playing with my chest. Every time my clit—cute, peeking out just slightly—twitched against the gentle buzz, my whole body flinched with it.
"Nnh.. hah.. haahh.. hah.."
"I should stop.. but it's just this once, and then never again.."
(Click)
I clicked it up one more level. Where the first setting had teased me with a pleasant warmth, this one set my body ablaze.
"Nnghk.. hnngh..."
My pussy had been soaked for a while now, but some instinct I couldn't satisfy pushed my hand to crank the vibration to maximum. It wasn't a massive cock ramming into me, wasn't some aphrodisiac warping my senses—just vibration. And yet overwhelming pleasure crashed over my body like a wave breaking.
Barely seconds after hitting max, an orgasm—stolen from me lately by a creeping numbness, now released all at once like a dam bursting—coiled through every inch of me.
"Hahh.. hohk..."
My head fell back without so much as a proper moan, and it felt like I'd surrendered something of myself to a small pink toy—but right now, Glay couldn't have cared less.
(Squirt)
(Splat splat splat)
(BZZZZ!!!)
It had been a while since my last fountain show. The vibrator rolled away from my slackened hand, and the only sounds filling the room were its buzz and Glay—lying there with a thoroughly wrecked expression, twitching, panting softly through the aftershocks.
.......
Once I came down, I sat on the edge of the bed without cleaning anything up, rolling my eyes down to stare at what I'd done.
"I've lost it.. I've actually lost it..."
"No.. it was a one-time experience. The last time. That's all it was."
Alone, I forced myself to look away, cleaned up the room, and lay down on the bed. I tossed and turned, hugged the blanket, buried my face in the pillow—sleep wouldn't come. In the end I lay awake through the whole night and stumbled outside with puffy, bloodshot eyes.
Melanie and Hailey were already there, staring at me with curiosity—apparently my early arrival was unusual enough to warrant it. Maybe it was the exhaustion, but I stood there without even registering that they were looking at me.
A little while later, Emilia arrived and began taking attendance. When she got to me, she paused.
"Glay, you look exhausted. Maintaining your body is part of your service to the master. I expect you to take better care of yourself."
"If you tire out before the master does on the night you share his bed, he will be disappointed."
"Yes, ma'am.."
I answered in a voice thick with fatigue, fell into line, and headed for the Annex. I'd walked the path dozens of times by now. I could do it with my eyes closed. The same road every day, the same masturbation, the same stroking—it all hit my head like hypnosis, a dull throbbing ache. Or maybe my head just hurt from staying up all night.
Today, apparently, was another dildo class—we filed into Building A. But Building A held nothing but chairs. No gel, no dildos. Bewildered, I sat down in the chair with my name on it.
Just as everyone was glancing around in confusion, Emilia drew our attention.
"If everyone could direct your attention to me for a moment."
"As of today, it has been one month since your first lesson."
"My sincere gratitude to each of you for devoting yourselves so diligently, for attending these lessons in service of the master."
"To all who have completed the 23rd Basic Maid Induction Course..."
It was like a high school graduation speech. And I'd been running on autopilot, so it came as a shock that a whole month had already slipped by. I'd counted the first few days, but exhaustion and busyness blurred together until at some point I'd simply lost track.
"That concludes the formal remarks."
"Thirty-three percent of this cohort will advance to C-Rank. The rest will remain at D-Rank and aim for promotion in the next cycle."
"And most importantly—the top-ranked graduate of this cohort will have the honor of sharing the master's bed."
"Where, naturally, the master will embrace us with his magnificent cock."
At the news that Aspen would be the one fucking the winner, the trainees began whispering among themselves. I hope it's me.It's gonna be me.My tits are bigger, though.
"Now then, I shall announce the results."
"Those within the top thirty-three percent are: Hailey, Claire, Renee, Chloe, Freya, Melanie..."
My name wasn't called. I'd worked so hard, and there was a small sting in not making the list—but honestly, I figured it made sense. At my core I was still a man. Of course I had no talent for this.
That's what I thought.
"And the top score of this cohort—the first-place graduate—is Glay."
"Congratulations, Glay."
"Huh?"
(What the fuck?)
I stared at Emilia, slack-jawed. She smiled warmly, as if to say congratulations. Even Hailey, who snapped at me every single morning, was clapping. Melanie, looking like she'd called it all along, thumped my shoulder in congratulations. Others I'd built small connections with over the month applauded too, while some just glared at me with barely concealed envy.
"Wait.. what?"
I stammered, still failing to process what was happening, and the people around me—apparently amused that I was that happy—congratulated me again. I'd figured I could coast through most of it, but I'd put in real effort just in case I was on the chopping block—and it turned out this body had more talent than I'd bargained for. No—I was the only one who hadn't noticed.
After the brief celebration, Emilia explained where the maids who hadn't promoted would be assigned and what would happen to them going forward. She also explained the arrangements for those who had promoted. When every other explanation was done, she saved mine for last.
"Glay, your arrangements are the same as the other promoted maids, with one difference: tonight, the master will take you to his bed."
"I will come for you at seven this evening. In the meantime, warm yourself up lightly using the technique I taught you."
With that, she dismissed us—no lessons today. When I went to collect my meal, I was served a slice of cake and eel. I couldn't tell if what I was shoveling into my mouth was cake or eel or something else entirely. I swallowed it all and went back to my room. I was moving, talking, going through the motions—but my brain stayed foggy the entire time.
"I'm a man.. I'm a man.. I'm a man.. and I'm going to have s.. what, with that guy?"
After everything I'd done with dildos and vibrators and every toy imaginable, I could've argued sex was no big deal. But there was a world of difference between fake silicone and the real thing. Poking around with a dildo was something I could accept as a one-time curiosity, given the body I was stuck in. But sex—the word itself carried a different weight.
"I haven't even.. popped my backdoor cherry yet.. and now I'm losing my actual virginity first? That's just unfair.."
I spent hours alone in my room, whimpering like a kicked puppy. The clock crept toward seven, and then Emilia arrived.
"Glay, it is time."
"Come with me, and I shall escort you to the master in the Main Building."
I opened the door carefully, and Emilia gave me a gentle smile.
"I do not regret helping you that day."
She took my hand softly, pressed a kiss to the back of it, and led me toward the Main Building. The walk took about twenty minutes. It felt like two hours. We passed several buildings before arriving at the Main Building—the largest and most opulent structure on the estate. The first floor opened into what looked like a grand banquet hall. The second and third floors were lined with rooms fit for visiting nobility. When we reached the fourth floor, a single door stood alone at the end of an enormous corridor. It felt like stepping into a king's palace.
"Glay, this is where I leave you."
"I shall pray that you satisfy the master and return safely."
Emilia wished me well with genuine warmth, then withdrew. There was no backing out now. I pushed the door open carefully—and there stood Aspen, wearing nothing but a robe.