Chapter 294 Harvest Plan – Test Subject꞉ The Maid ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The “experiment” with Muse-san, Her Majesty the Queen’s personal maid, had been underway for some time. Though she had maintained a mask of cool composure at the start, her cheeks were now flushed a deep crimson, and a fine sheen of sweat glistened against her skin.
”Haa… h-haa…!” she gasped.
”Mm. It looks like the aphrodisiac’s effects are finally taking hold,” I said. “Tell me exactly what you’re feeling.”
I scribbled my visual observations onto my notepad, prompting her for her own perspective. Until now, she’d managed to describe a mounting sense of “tension and excitement,” but she had reached a new threshold.
”It… it hurts…!” she cried out. “My stomach… my chest…! They’re throbbing, so hot… I can’t take it…!”
”I see. That’s a promising sign,” I noted. “It means the ‘Harlot’s Pastime’¹ is doing exactly what it was designed for. Given that it’s your first dose-and considering your personal history-the arousal seems a bit more intense than average, but it’s well within expected parameters.”
I kept my voice as clinical as possible, maintaining the thin facade of a scientific trial even as my pen flew across the paper. I made sure to document her shame in exquisite detail. Here she was, a woman who had martyred her youth to the Queen’s service, never knowing the touch of a man, now writhing before me as her own body betrayed her.
It was vital data. She was a woman in her prime, roughly the same age as Her Majesty. A beauty like her, harboring decades of concentrated, unspent lust that had never found an outlet… as the owner of an adult magic circuit² shop, I’d be a disgrace to my trade if I didn’t record every second of it.
I felt like humming a tune, so satisfied was I with this research. Muse-san, however, shot me a look of pure, damp-eyed resentment. Glare all you want, sweetheart. You don’t scare me anymore.
”Kuh…! You certainly seem to be… enjoying yourself…!” she bit out.
”Of course I am,” I replied. “My own magic circuit is performing exactly as I designed it. For any craftsman, that is the ultimate satisfaction.”
”That’s not… what I meant…!” Muse-san argued.
She bit her lip, unable to break through my wall of professional pretenses. She looked stunning. Trapped in her stiff, formal maid’s uniform, she ground her thighs together, shifting restlessly in her seat as she hugged herself. She was reaching her breaking point in more ways than one.
”A-And what about you…?” she asked breathlessly. “This drug… it affects men too, doesn’t it…?”
”Oh, absolutely,” I said. “But don’t worry, I’m keeping a very thorough record of my own reactions as well.”
”T-That’s not fair…! Forcing me to speak… while you subject me to… such humiliation…!”
”Honestly? You’re probably better off not knowing what I’m writing,” I told her.
”I don’t care! Show it to me!” she demanded.
”Ah-wait,” I muttered.
I think she just wanted a distraction. Sitting there in silence, enduring the raw heat of the aphrodisiac, only made her more acutely aware of the lust pooling inside her.
”Wha-?! N-No…!” she gasped.
Her face went from red to incandescent as she scanned my notes. Her hands shook as she flipped the pages, her eyes widening with every line. She looked away in horror, only to be drawn back to the page, repeating the cycle of shock and fascination.
Finally, she looked up at me, recoiling slightly. The glare was gone. Her shoulders trembled, her lips fluttering as she struggled to find words. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched the notepad to her lap, her knuckles white. She let out a small, broken sound.
”See? I told you it was a bad idea,” I said.
It was a revelation: this is what happens when a sheltered woman is confronted with the unfiltered, predatory lust of a man. I snatched the notepad back and quickly added a new entry: the way she jumped and trembled like a cornered fawn at my touch.
”A-Are you mocking me?!” she cried. “How can you write… s-s-such things… with that calm face?!”
”I’m only acting calm for the experiment,” I explained. “What’s on those pages is exactly what I’m feeling. Want to verify the data?”
She let out a sharp intake of breath. I moved my arm, revealing the undeniable bulge straining against the fabric of my trousers. Her eyes locked onto it, and the last of her composure vanished.
”S-So… even before we entered the room… you were already… waiting for this? You were already… hard…?” she whispered.
”Guilty as charged,” I admitted. “There isn’t a man alive who could walk into a bedroom with a woman as beautiful as you and not feel a thrill.”
”And… and when I was acting embarrassed… you said you… gulped…?”
”Yeah,” I said. “And for the record, right now, I’m thinking about how incredibly cute you are. Wait, let me add that to the notes.”
”R-Really…? That you want to… p-push me down right now… and breathe in my scent…? That you want to make me… arch my back… and bury your face in my uniform…? That you want to flip my skirt… to see my underwear…? That you want to… drive into me… until I’m broken… until you’ve filled me to the very depth… until I’m overflowing…?” she rambled, her voice climbing in pitch.
”Every word is the truth. I believe in total honesty when it comes to recording my level of arousal,” I said.
Muse-san looked like she was about to blow a fuse, her face practically venting steam. Her expression turned vacant, a blissful shiver racking her frame. It wasn’t fear anymore. The realization that she was the one inciting this much raw desire in a man had triggered a different kind of ecstasy entirely.
She was a woman who knew the dark side of the world, but apparently, being the target of a man’s direct, carnal hunger was a variable she hadn’t accounted for.
”But…” “I mean…” she stammered, her eyes darting around. Yet, she couldn’t look away from my lap. She squirmed, her thighs rubbing together as her hand moved instinctively toward her lower abdomen.
I finished my entry and set the pen and notepad on the floor. Enough data. The aphrodisiac had done its work; she was primed, and I was at the end of my rope.
I slid closer, my hand moving up her thigh. I might have used a bit too much pressure, but the sensation of her supple skin beneath the fine fabric was intoxicating. She froze, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched my hand crawl higher.
She made another soft, stifled sound.
”By the way… how far are you going to let me take this?” I asked.
”E-Eh? Wha…?”
”Actually, don’t answer,” I whispered. “Unless you fight me for real, I don’t plan on stopping. Just so you know.”
She let out a sharp, melodic cry as I pulled her into my arms. This was Muse-san-the woman who always stood stoically by the Queen’s side, known for her sharp tongue and icy professional mask.
Seeing her this unraveled was a massive turn-on. It hit every one of my buttons, sending a surge of fresh desire through me. I stopped fighting it. I pulled her between my legs and, without a hint of hesitation, pressed my hardness firmly against her from behind.
She jolted, her body tensing as she tried to make herself small. But she didn’t push me away. She didn’t even try to pull her hips back.
”I had no idea you could be this cute, Muse-san…” I murmured.
”Ah… ahh…!” she whimpered.
I held her tight, kissing the nape of her neck while inhaling the scent of her raven hair. She was trembling-not with fear, but with a violent, electric jolt of pleasure that seemed to ripple through her entire being. She went still in my arms, surrendering.
”You’re adorable,” I whispered into her ear.
She shivered again, her breath hitching. I nibbled on her earlobe before letting my hand roam her thighs again. I breathed her in, noting how the Harlot’s Pastime had amplified her natural scent into something thick and sweet. I’ll have to compare this to her natural scent later.
”S-Saying things like that…! You… you say that to all of them, don’t you?!” she cried. “I see it now… how you managed to seduce all those other women…!”
”Well, you’re not wrong,” I said. “But I promise I’m not lying. And besides…”
I stopped roaming her thighs and moved my hand to her lower abdomen. I stroked her there, letting my palm convey the full weight of my lust, as I ground my hips forward, pinning her against me.
”I promise you this,” I whispered. “I will satisfy you. I’m going to make this a night you’ll never be able to forget.”
At those words, she finally went silent. At least, until her self-control snapped, and the first of many lovely moans escaped her lips.
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Summary:
The Shop Owner conducts a clinical ‘experiment’ on Muse-san using an aphrodisiac called Harlot’s Pastime. As her stoic facade breaks down, she reads the Owner’s raw, predatory notes about her, which paradoxically heightens her arousal. The chapter concludes with the Owner dropping the pretense of research and beginning a physical encounter.
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Trivia:
- Muse-san has remained a virgin her entire life to serve the Queen.
- The protagonist is documenting his own arousal as part of the ‘experiment’.
- Muse-san is roughly the same age as the Queen.
- The aphrodisiac also affects the male user, though the protagonist hides it initially
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Character Insight:
Muse-san transitions from a stoic professional to someone experiencing ‘s*xual perception’ arousal—finding excitement in the fact that a man desires her so lewdly. The Shop Owner shows his calculated side, using his ‘researcher’ persona to bypass her initial social defenses.
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Behind the Scenes:
The use of clinical terminology (parameters, designing, designs) contrasts sharply with the erotic content, a common trope in this genre to emphasize the ‘mad scientist’ or ‘expert’ archetype of the protagonist.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Muse – Cecile’s trusted attendant and chief maid, Muse handles sensitive, discreet tasks like espionage and product acquisition. Have sharp, black eyes, wearing maid uniform, and have expressionless face.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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