Helena Michele's Sultry Temple
After Sena's fierce scolding had passed, the next day finally arrived. The one day of the week where slacking off on the weekend was forgiven. Since it was a day I could wake her leisurely, I entered the bedroom at ease and drew back the curtains.
"Breakfast time, Sena."
It was also about time to start preparing lunch. When I pulled away Sena's unmoving blanket, she cracked her eyes open just a sliver, still squeezing them shut. Ah, that grumpy expression as always.
"Get up and have some breakfast at least."
"Not eating."
"Come on. If you have no appetite, just a light snack..."
"I said not eating."
She was thoroughly sulking. She turned her back to me completely and flailed her hand around searching for the blanket. In the end, she snatched it from my grasp and pulled it all the way over her head. With her small frame, she looked just like a kitten pouting at its butler.
I shook the bit of her shoulder that peeked out.
"Sena. Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
She answered but still wouldn't turn around, so I shifted positions to face the direction she was looking. From the blanket bundled around her like a cocoon, only her face poked out—and when I appeared in front of her, she puffed her cheeks ever so slightly.
"I get that you're sulking, but do you have to do it so cutely?"
Her expression was still a stubborn 'hmph!', but then her eyes widened sharply, glaring at me with a chilling intensity.
"...Cutely?"
"Do you even know what you look like right now? Exactly like a cat."
Was the word 'cute' really that alien to her? It was as if she'd never heard it before—Sena's face twisted in utter disbelief.
"Are you teasing me right now?"
"W-Why would I tease you, Sena..."
"Does it even make sense to call me cute?"
"Why wouldn't it?"
No matter how you slice it, she deserved the compliment. Had no one ever said it to her in her whole life?
"Anyone seeing you like this, with that expression, would think you're cute."
I reached out and gently cupped her puffed-up cheeks. Her mouth formed a perfect carp pout as her bewilderment grew. Wait—no. A cold frost was settling into her eyes...
"Ah... um. Brain fart."
I yanked my hands back in a hurry. I'd meant it as sincere praise, but clearly, she'd taken it the wrong way.
"Sorry. In, uh, my world, 'cute' is basically a compliment. That's why I said it, but... as your servant, I overstepped."
"So what exactly does 'cute' mean?"
She was actually asking? With a look like I was stating the obvious, I explained.
"Cute means adorable. Like when you see a puppy or kitten—you just wanna scoop it up, kiss it all over, can't stand it. That kind of thing."
"You wanna scoop me up and kiss me?"
"Ah, th-that's... In this world, you don't use 'cute' for people?"
"It's for babies. I'm an adult."
"Small like a kid for an adult... Ow!"
Sena lunged forward and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Getting cocky lately, aren't you? Should I remind you of the master-servant dynamic like old times?"
"S-Sorry!"
"I've taken spankings from you a few times, shown you embarrassing sights—and now you treat me like the servant?"
"N-No! I don't see you that way!"
"Cute, wanna hug and kiss me. If not a servant, then what? You think of me as your lover?"
"I'm sorry!"
She released me with a flick, and I reeled back, rubbing my nose. For such a tiny hand, she pinched hard. I checked for redness, and there she sat, lips pouted downward. Was it my imagination? She seemed less sulky than before.
A few buttons undone on her pajamas, exposing her collarbone. Sitting at a slant, she looked elegantly fragile. Honestly, she was cute.
"When will you be back?"
"Huh?"
"You're going to the principal today."
I was heading out at night, but no clue on return time.
"Not sure, but probably late."
"...Tomorrow's the weekend too. Day off."
I knew that. Saturday and Sunday—obviously off. So what was she getting at?
"I'll wait till you get back."
"...Why?"
"Just know I'll be waiting."
Her face flushed red as she tugged the blanket up to her mouth. Her ears were scarlet too, though she probably didn't realize.
"Yesterday's talk. Still stands."
"Sena. Kinda killing the mood, but... you sure it's okay losing your virginity to me?"
Right? Even if she didn't care about that stuff, she'd kept her purity intact this long. Was it really fine for a mere servant like me to pop it?
"Not the type to obsess over that. And for magic growth, purity's a small price."
She avoided my gaze at first, then shyly rolled her eyes to meet mine.
"Besides... if it's someone trustworthy, it puts my mind at ease."
That lit me right up. I'd been treated like a worthless servant all this time, and now she trusted me? Never saw virginity-loss as the proof, though.
"I'll come back early if I can."
"Gonna fuck the principal?"
"Purely for magic growth, I swear."
"If possible, I'd rather you lose your virginity to me."
I started to argue, then clamped my mouth shut. Better stay quiet for now.
"That'd make me feel better."
"Got it. Promise."
Sena thrust out her pinky finger. She remembered. Even though it wasn't a big deal.
I hooked mine around it and pressed our thumbs together.
"Promise."
"I promise."
As I left the room, I felt like I'd committed a crime.
'I'm not actually a virgin though...'
Lost it to a club junior back home. Sena didn't know, so I'd play the part.
"Why so early?"
"Sena caught me and kicked me out."
Helena covered her mouth and laughed silently at my morning visit. I'd come not to the academy, but to the professors' dorm in the dorm annex. The principal's room was, predictably, the top floor's largest suite.
Somehow, even inside the building, it felt like the heart of a forest temple—grazing herbivores frolicked about, while young servants cleaned the shrine.
"Caught by Sena? Was she jealous?"
Helena graciously ushered me inside. She wore nothing but a single purple gown—excessively elegant, yet utterly lewd. The thin fabric draped loosely, outlining her curves perfectly, and with no underwear beneath, the shape of her breasts and even her nipples stood out clearly. Her gown left her chest bare down to her solar plexus, revealing pristine, supple cleavage without a single blemish. The gentle, nurturing principal had transformed into a seductive young matron.
"Surprising. Sena, jealous."
Helena stroked a passing deer a few times before settling at the prepared table. She crossed her legs in a posture so graceful it bordered on disorienting, then gave a glance to a servant. I took the chair opposite.
"Sena doesn't strike you as the jealous type?"
"Do you see her that way?"
"Fair point. She'd sooner watch someone die without batting an eye."
"She must really like you. Makes me jealous, honestly."
A servant hurried over and poured fragrant black tea into our cups. I eyed him curiously before asking,
"What's with him?"
"A servant, dear."
"Who doesn't know that."
He had porcelain skin to match the gleaming white temple, brown curly hair, and a pretty-boy face. The other servants looked identical. In simple terms, he was a 'shota'.
"Why dress him like some pilgrim?"
Temple pilgrim garb—from a pretty ancient era, at that. Half-undressed, barely holding together.
"I turned my quarters into a temple. Thought it fit. Weird?"
Helena sipped her tea, beaming as she surveyed the servants. That glint in her eye... like a hyena prowling a trail for prey.
"...You hire them all?"
"Oh, heavens. Would I drag real boys here and make them work like that? They're all creations."
"Servants, then?"
Figured, since they all looked the same. The tea's aroma was so overpowering it made me dizzy; I took a sip but set it down—it wasn't my taste.
"But why boys...?"
"They're cute."
"...What do you have them do?"
A lewd smile crept across Helena's face. Expressions I'd never seen at the academy kept surfacing.
"Curious?"
"...N-No, not really."
"I could tell you all about it. Ask anytime. I could even demonstrate."
A quick-witted servant cleared Helena's empty cup. She leaned forward over the table, propping her elbows and resting her chin on laced fingers, gazing at me with elegant allure. Whoa—the cleavage spilling between her arms... wow. Wow...
"So, what shall we do?"
"D-Don't know. Came too early."
"Then let's start right away?"
I swallowed hard. Spanking first thing upon arrival? Way too pervy.
"Feels... too early."
"Knew it. Rest up, then. I've got morning duties myself."
"Uh... should I wait here?"
"Sorry. My room's short on entertainment."
She clasped her hands apologetically and even winked.
"But the temple's vast—want to explore?"
"Sure, for now."
With morning business left, Helena vanished into some corner of the temple. Surrounded by forest despite being indoors, it was disorienting. Stray too far and you'd get lost in the sprawl, so I stuck to obvious paths.
Walking along a wall lined with towering bookshelves, I bumped into a servant dusting one.
"Excuse me."
He beamed brightly.
"Where's the bathroom? Bedroom?"
"......"
Just smiled, then resumed cleaning.
'Just a regular servant, huh? No real ego.'
Not ignoring or wary—just a machine focused on its task.
I wandered freely and eventually found what had to be the bedroom. Wide open to the forest on all sides, four massive pillars upholding the roof in an otherwise empty expanse. Dead center: a lone bed.
Sparse furniture elsewhere, but the sheer scale left it feeling cavernous.
'Less bedroom, more ritual altar.'
One bed in all that space screamed 'sex pedestal'—lewd as hell at first glance. The red sheets only amplified the vibe.
'Three servants here too.'
Didn't notice at first, but three were cleaning as expected. I eyed them warily before perching on the bed.
'Soft, though.'
I bounced lightly to test it, then peered underneath.
'Nothing, of course.'
Had half-hoped for a dildo or something. No dice.
"Hey."
I called to a servant straightening the rumpled bedding. Like before, he turned with a bright smile. On a whim, I tossed out a throwaway question I didn't expect an answer to.
"Any masturbation toys Helena uses around?"
Figured he'd ignore me for cleaning duty. But he spun around, opened a golden drawer in the corner, and retrieved an ornate jeweled case.
With precise hand seals, he unlocked the magical wards. He opened it with refined grace, and I was too stunned to speak.
"Wha—huh?"
Inside: dildos. A whole collection in various sizes. A bottle of what looked like gel, anal beads with an oddly textured feel. All nestled in luxury like a premium adult toy set.
'If... Helena didn't invite me just for spanking...'
Tonight, no way?
"Am... I the one getting fucked by Helena?"
The servant beamed brightly. It felt like affirmation—and that made it all the scarier.