Volume 8 Chapter 17 The Maid’s Provocation ◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Mmh… ngh… ahh♡”
”Oh? That’s rare. You actually let out a voice.”
It was the middle of the night, the kind of darkness that pressed in heavy, without a single trace of light. Their voices were hushed, whispered so quietly that no one else in the cramped room could hear.
”…uuh…”
”What is it?”
”…Klock, you’re being way too pervy…”
”Was that no good?”
”It’s not that it’s bad. But… you’ve kept at it so long, my body’s gotten way too sensitive…”
”Oh? Ohhh? So even a god-forged body can’t handle having my cock shoved in all night, huh?”
”That’s not it. You just say it in the crudest way possible. It’s your fault for not stopping.”
”Yeah, yeah, I get it. Well then… tonight we’re going until sunrise.”
”Wait, no, that’ll make tomorrow—ahh… nghh♡”
* * *
”Good morning.”
”…nghh!”
The shfft of curtains being pulled open ripped the silence apart. Harsh sunlight speared into the room, piercing through the soft darkness he had buried himself in.
”Lady Cianie isn’t on expedition duty today. She’s gone shopping in another town. Ms. Meina is wandering the streets, mixing in her investigations as well.”
”…oh.”
Slowly, painfully slowly, he dragged his eyes open. His head was heavy, his body sluggish as he pushed himself upright. The gray blanket gleamed white in the sunlight, making him squint. Scratching the back of his head, he let out a long yawn. By the bed, the maid was already waiting.
”Excuse me.”
Her face leaned in before he could even process it. Something soft pressed against his lips, followed by a wet slip of tongue. The kiss was deep, pulling him awake with its weight.
Slrp, smooch, chu-chu.
As he let her kiss him, her hand trailed down. Practiced fingers slipped into his trousers, curling around his shaft and stroking without breaking the kiss.
”…you’ve been fussing over me too much since yesterday.”
”Do you think so? You looked rather strained last night.”
”I wasn’t so wrecked I’d break down, you know.”
She placed one knee on the bed and leaned closer. Today she wasn’t in her usual travel clothes. She wore her maid uniform instead. Somehow, that simple change made her touch feel all the more deliberate—and he liked it far too much.
”You’re this lively in the morning, even though last night you were so… intense.”
”…wait, what?”
”You mean to say, doing it right in front of sleeping people didn’t bother you?”
She was pressing him about last night. They all shared this small room: one man, three women. Lovers, all of them. The only time for intimacy came after everyone was asleep.
But the maid hadn’t been fooled. And if Meina could smell everything, then yeah… they probably all knew.
”…must’ve been your imagination.”
”Is that so.”
His flimsy excuse earned him a sudden squeeze.
”If you really went all night, you wouldn’t still be this hard. From what I saw, you had Lady Cianie pinned beneath you until morning, never letting her rest. Was that my imagination too?”
”…”
The maid knew everything—money, household matters, and now even this. She gave him a flat look, then bent down. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth.
Her tongue circled the tip. Her lips slid down, swallowing him in practiced, wet motions. Her breath washed hot against his stomach.
He stroked her head with one hand. The other slipped under her uniform, pressing into the swell of her chest.
His fingers sank into soft flesh, far too natural to be restrained. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
She never forgot details like that. This was deliberate. A signal.
”Suzette.”
He didn’t need to say more. She understood.
With a wet pop, she let him go. She tugged down her uniform, baring her chest, and climbed astride him.
”Stay sitting. Don’t lie down.”
So that was it. No lying flat. She pressed close, her breasts heavy and swaying before his eyes. Guiding him with one hand beneath her skirt, she angled him just right and sank down.
”Ahh… nghh, haa…!!”
Her voice broke as she swallowed him in, trembling as she clutched him.
”You okay?”
”Of course not. Why is it always… this thick…!!”
”Well, that’s just how it is.”
Her breath was ragged against his neck. She already looked like she’d climaxed just from taking him in. Yeah, something this size was hell to take.
”How many times did you cum inside Lady Cianie last night? For it to still be this thick… you really do have a beast cock.”
He couldn’t deny it. Just how many rounds would it take to wear him down? If size and stamina were the measure, then yeah, it was a beast’s weapon.
”Still, spying all night wasn’t very polite, was it?”
He teased her lightly.
”You woke me up. Of course I noticed when you were screwing right beside me. I saw it—saw you spreading the Hero’s legs wide, driving that monster in. The chosen Hero herself, toyed with until morning by some filthy thief’s cock… you must have loved every second.”
”Hey, hey, sorry. I was joking. Don’t get mad…”
”I’m not mad. I’ll handle the moving. When you’re close, just let it go.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pressing his face into her chest. Her warmth was soft, almost gentle.
Then she began to ride. The bed shook with each movement, the posts groaning faintly.
”Mmhh, hahh, nghh…!!”
Her weight bore down, her body squeezing him with every thrust. Each motion dragged him deeper, grinding, stroking. Her breasts bounced before his face, and he caught one, slipping her nipple into his mouth.
”Su—Suzette—”
Her body jolted, twitching. He started to speak, but she clung to him, pushing his face deeper against her chest. Her body trembled, but she didn’t stop moving, hips rocking in relentless rhythm.
Right. That explained it. She’d been pent up since last night, listening and watching, left burning. No wonder she was wet from the start. No wonder she came so quickly.
Her insides gripped him, messy and hot, as she rode him without pause. The pressure inside him built until there was no stopping it.
He gave in. Just as she asked, he let it flow without a word, spilling deep.
”Ahh—! Nnhh, haa…!! Aahh♡ ahhh…!!”
Heat surged from him, wave after wave, filling her. His shaft pulsed, pouring into her womb until she shuddered and clenched tight around him.
Though she was on top, Suzette still arched closer, hips trembling.
”Aahh, haa, mmmhh…♡ ahhh, ahhh…♡”
Face to face, they clung to each other. Each spurt made her jolt, her body quivering with adorable little cries. He held her close, feeling every tremor as his cock claimed her fully.
”…did it feel good?”
Even after he had found his release, she still clung to him, their intimate hold lingering until at last she slipped off the bed. Her knees wobbled as she stood, stretching her legs out, and the view she gave him was the composed, elegant back of the maid he knew so well.
”…you let out far too much. Even though you already poured yourself out all last night.”
She frowned faintly at the heaviness still pooling inside her belly. With a quick lift of her skirt, she revealed long legs clad in black stockings that reached above her knees, her hips bare beneath.
From that unguarded cleft, a thick, white stream spilled down. It dropped in heavy clumps, and she only snorted softly through her nose, as if it were nothing unusual.
”You’re satisfied now, aren’t you? Then get up… or would you prefer I clean you off?”
Her eyes were half-lidded, but she asked it with a pointed edge, as though “clean-up” might mean more than one thing. Normally it was just the tidy “clean-up service” that any maid might joke about, but with his stamina, it usually meant carrying on until nothing was left.
That had become their daily routine.
”Ahh, it’s been a while since I had my morning energy handled like this. Feels damn good. Every day should start this way… though, if your belly gets big and you can’t do it anymore, holding back might be rough.”
Klock laughed—loud, careless, almost barking it out. It was a joke, of course.
Suzette wasn’t just some woman to be treated like a fleeting distraction. He wanted to stay by her side as long as possible. If her belly swelled one day, he already planned to throw both hands up and celebrate.
”…hahh. Always so smooth with your tongue. Saying things you don’t even mean.”
”…eh?”
He had expected a scolding. Instead, she only sounded weary, her sideways glance sharp enough to make him blink dumbly.
”Quick with words, thick and long between your legs, and yet useless in every other way.”
The insults came without warning, cutting straight through. Suzette’s tone was calm but merciless.
”Sir Klock always says such things on purpose, doesn’t he? Talking about filling me with new life, or keeping me heavy so I can never leave. Well, my period came this month. So tell me—when exactly do you plan to make good on those words?”
”…what?”
Her period had come. Which meant she wasn’t expecting.
Klock had been so sure it had already happened that the revelation honestly stunned him.
”Well… I mean, it’ll probably happen sooner or later, right…?”
”How leisurely of you. If you’re truly serious, then perhaps you should make sure at least one child is planted soon. Especially since you’re already surrounding yourself with women. If you don’t show any real intent, I might just lose my patience altogether.”
With an exaggerated little huff, Suzette turned her face aside. She tugged her uniform back up to cover her chest, her posture sharp and closed.
He was left staring at her back, stunned. What was she saying? Was this serious? Or just another teasing game?
He hesitated only a moment before he suddenly threw the blanket off, swinging his legs down. He caught her from behind, arms wrapping her tightly.
”…what is it now?”
”Sorry. Thinking about it, I’m still nowhere near satisfied.”
His hands lifted her skirt again, baring her firm backside. With a bold motion, he pressed himself between her legs, pushing the thick length against the narrow gap of her thighs.
The veins stood out along its surface as it jutted forward from between the maid’s legs.
Suzette seemed to consider, her hand brushing him softly. Then she pressed her thighs together tight, trapping him, her slender legs forming a substitute embrace.
He pressed her forward, flattening her against the wall. Her skirt was shoved up high, her rear exposed, his hips fitting close.
She showed no resistance. With her hands against the wall for balance, she spread her legs slightly and lifted her hips, offering herself without a word.
From her cleft, the white fluid he had left inside still dripped in threads. He guided himself once more, aligning, then grabbed her hips firmly and drove in.
”Nn—ahh♡”
He slid inside with ease. Soft warmth clutched him tight, welcoming heat pulsing against him, pleasure radiating out as he sank deeper.
Every inch was wrapped in wet warmth that sent sparks through him.
”Fhhgh?!”
His hips snapped forward, meeting her with a sharp thud. He followed immediately with another motion, then another, each one pressing her body into the wall.
Her slender frame shook, but her rounded backside rippled under the rhythm, drawing him in deeper and deeper.
”Damn, your embrace feels incredible. Tighter than ever today.”
He whispered the heated praise on purpose. The instant he said it, he felt her tighten around him, her body quivering in response.
He ignored the spasms, continuing with wet, intimate sounds filling the room, each movement loud, each connection echoing.
Her slim legs trembled, knees quaking. He held her hips steady, driving himself in harder, grinding against her with his weight as he savored every moment.
The heat of her body wrapped around his length, the pressure delicious.
”Hahh… too rough…! Calm yourself… you beast…!”
”You’re the one who provoked me. Don’t play innocent now.”
”…nnnhh♡ I—I know nothing about that…!”
Calling him a beast after all that provocation—typical. The shameless dodge only made his arousal swell harder.
His pace shortened, faster, sharper. Her form bounced with each deep motion, his presence stirring her deeply from within.
He moved without slowing, pushing higher and higher, until Suzette was gasping against the wall, clinging for balance.
Then came the breaking point.
With a violent pulse, his form jolted inside her.
Srt—slrt—srrrt!!
Her body jolted as he released, the heavy surge flowing deep into her core. The force drove her to writhe, her inner warmth convulsing violently in response.
She squeezed around him, spasming, her depths clashing against him as if to resist.
But his form stayed firm, unyielding. Even while spilling inside her, he kept moving, pressing deeper, easing her tensions down.
”Ahh♡ mmhh♡ nnghh—fuuaaahhh♡”
Her voice broke into cries as her hips bucked, a deep wave rolling through her. She slid down the wall, caught in harsh spasms, her body quaking with every surge.
”Hhghhh♡ ahhh♡ fuuaahhh…♡”
Even as she dropped to all fours, he didn’t release her hips. He pinned her, weight bearing down, keeping himself buried as he poured into her without end.
Her form twitched under him, but he held firm, flooding her insides, marking her again and again.
By the time he was finally done, her core felt filled to the brim. At last he pulled out, dragging along her trembling warmth until she collapsed onto her knees, breathless.
With a wet splatter, more white poured out, pooling onto the thin rug over the stone floor. It spread in messy streaks, far too much for a single release—just the usual with him.
”…I would never provoke you. Stop your ridiculous fantasies.”
Minutes later, Suzette stood again, her cheeks faintly flushed, her eyes narrowed in scorn. The sharp maid he always knew had returned, her tone flat, her gaze cold.
The sudden chill after such heat made Klock chuckle dryly.
”Truly insatiable. Morning till night, nothing but that. Spare a thought for those of us who have to endure your endless urges. Do you think of anything other than passion?”
Somehow, her complaints felt sharper than usual. Or maybe she’d only been a bit gentler recently, and this was the normal Suzette all along.
He figured the venom was her way of hiding her own embarrassment. He wanted to tease back, but he bit it down.
”Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I was just being selfish. Sorry about that.”
”Yes. As long as you understand.”
With a cool nod, Suzette slipped right back into her perfect maid composure. She set out bread and fruit she had stored away.
”Nyaa, I’m back~!”
”Oh, welcome home.”
”Welcome back.”
”Hey, hey. Sir Klock, I found your friend, Mr. Boit! In the Sienna District—wait, huh?”
Meina bounded into the room with her usual energy, but then her nose twitched, sniffing the air. Suzette quickly turned her gaze away, busying herself with the breakfast.
Klock, on the other hand, stared boldly, daring her to notice.
”…geez. Sir Klock, you’re way too lewd…”
Her cheeks flared pink, ears twitching as she looked down shyly. For a cat-girl, there was no escaping the scents of the room.
It was her fate to notice every single time. Maybe she was already thinking it would be her turn next, because she grew quiet all at once, curling her tail around Klock’s arm as she sat down beside him, her face turned away but her body pressed close.
Notes:
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Boit – A merchant involved in human trafficking, with a villainous face and a loud, obnoxious voice. He is pragmatic and willing to help Klock escape the country in exchange for something. His relationship with Klock is business-like, though both are aware of each other’s illicit activities.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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