Chapter 296 Harvest Plan – Test Subject꞉ The Maid ④*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A ragged, whistling breath escaped her as she struggled for air.
The “Laboratory” was thick with the musky, unmistakable scent of a woman in rut. I pulled my hand back from between Muse’s thighs. She had cried herself hoarse, her throat completely parched. I took a mouthful of water and leaned down, pressing my lips to hers to share the drink.
”Haa… haa…” Muse gasped.
”If you’re flagging already, you’re in for a long night, you know?” I said.
”Wh-what…?” Muse asked, her eyes unfocused and glazed over from too many climaxes.
I sat up, breaking our embrace to wipe my dripping hand. Then, I pried her legs open once more and slid myself into the space between them.
”Ah…” she whispered.
Muse seemed to realize exactly what was coming. Despite the indecency of being spread wide like a specimen, her legs offered no resistance. Instead, their limp weight slumped against my arms, a silent testament to how thoroughly her body had surrendered.
I stared straight at the center of her womanhood-the part I had spent the last hour relentlessly toyed with. Her slit was still partially veiled by her high-quality black silk underwear. I hooked a finger into the fabric, peeling it aside to grant myself a private audience with her.
With a wet, sticky sound, her flower bloomed open. The petals, engorged and dark with blood, unashamedly exposed her pulse-quickening depths. Under the laboratory lights, the drenched, tender flesh shimmered with a slick reflection.
”Beautiful,” I muttered.
”…It is only because… I used the medicine¹,” Muse replied.
”Hm?” I asked.
She averted her gaze, her face flushing crimson-not from arousal this time, but from pure shame. The medicine she mentioned was likely the restorative cream we sell in the shop, meant to heal or tighten anatomy that has been overworked by intense self-pleasure. From her tone, I gathered she’d been prepping herself for days for this very moment.
”Heh… I see,” I said.
”Ngh!” she cried out.
I dug my thumbs into her inner thighs, pinning the flesh open. I had to hand it to her; the results were perfect. Her labia were pristine, framing a tight, peach-colored entrance. Honestly, part of me wished I could have seen the “harsh training” she’d put herself through to get like this, but those thoughts were for later.
”Well, in that case, I’ll have to work even harder to live up to your efforts,” I said.
”…I feel I have… already received quite enough. Tell me… are you truly that confident in your own… equipment?” Muse asked.
Her voice was a thin, trembling thread-a pathetic attempt at bravado and a bit of a jab back at me. I liked her spirit. I half-expected her to claim she was so used to her “Deep-Body²” magic tool that the real thing wouldn’t stand a chance.
”Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I said with a grin.
I began to strip. Her exposed entrance gave a frantic contraction, clamping shut before melting open again and spilling a fresh wave of honeyed heat. She was likely seeing a man’s bare skin for the first time. As I revealed myself bit by bit, her gaze became transfixed. By the time I’d bared my chest and reached for my waistband, her eyes were practically boring holes through me. It went beyond her being cute; seeing how much she’d suffered in anticipation almost brought a tear to my eye.
I wondered for a second if Her Majesty-the Queen who sent her here-was doing alright. It was the Queen’s idea, after all. But those thoughts vanished the moment my clothes hit the floor.
”Ngh…!? Ah…!” Muse gasped.
Yeah. Safe to say she liked what she saw. Her eyes were wide, her face was a mask of scarlet, and down below, she was twitching and convulsing with even more intensity than before.
”So, any initial thoughts?” I asked.
”Ah, ah…!” she cried.
I didn’t wait for an answer. I pressed my length against her scorching slit. Muse’s hips gave a violent jolt, jumping upward as she instinctively ground her own sensitive spot against me to chase the friction.
”Ah! It’s so hot… so hard… it’s grotesque! T-this is a real Deep-Body…!?” Muse cried out.
”The one and only. Not what you expected?” I asked.
”B-because…! Do men… do they really walk around with something like that hanging between their legs…!?” she gasped.
”Well, we aren’t always in ‘combat mode.’ From where I’m standing, it’s hard to believe you girls walk around with such a lewd hole between your legs.”
”Ah! W-wait, please don’t rub it like that! My stomach feels… weird…!” Muse begged.
”Is that so? Well, let me do some verifying of my own,” I said.
I pulled back, positioning the head right against her opening. Muse caught her breath with a sharp hiss. She was tensing up, which usually makes entry a pain, but given how much practice she’d been having, she was more than ready.
I took aim and lunged forward. Her v**inal walls, despite their frantic clenching, surrendered instantly, swallowing me whole. I plowed through the narrow, tight path, forcing my way toward her deepest point. I caught her bucking hips, pinning her down and pulling her into the impact. The moment I hit the dead end, Muse-who had been holding her breath-finally snapped.
She hit a massive peak, her body arching as a violent fountain of fluid sprayed across the bed. From my angle, all I could see of her skin through that restrictive maid uniform was her face and her palms, but every inch was flushed and slick with sweat.
Her chin was tilted back, her hands were clamped over her mouth, and sweat beaded at her temples. I lost it. I grabbed her arms, pinning them to the bed, and bit down on the tensed muscle of her neck. Muse arched her back, a silent cry caught in her throat. I buried my face in her chest, wrapping my arms around her back and hoisting her up into a seated, face-to-face position. Using her own body weight to my advantage, I began to absolutely wreck her internals.
She forgot how to breathe. Unable to even scream, she just rode wave after wave of intense pleasure, soaking my lap and the heavy fabric of her own maid skirt. Eventually, she collapsed against me, her limp weight completely dependent on my support.
”Hah… hahii… fuu… uuuuuh…” Muse moaned.
”There we go. How’s the taste of a real man?” I asked.
I patted her back gently, but she was too deep in the throes of consecutive climaxes to even process the banter. Her internal walls were fluttering against me, tight and desperate. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck, savoring the scent of her skin.
”Haa… haa… Is it… is it you that’s incredible? Or the aphrodisiac? O-or… am I just… that weak?” Muse asked quietly.
”Hmm. Probably all of the above,” I replied.
”I… I see…” she whispered.
Once she finally caught her breath, she went quiet, her hips beginning to hitch and sway in a slow, rhythmic grind. It seemed she’d developed a taste for it. The squelching sounds of our junction-stirring her moisture and making a mess of everything below the waist-echoed through the room.
”Fuu, fuu… Ah… Nngh…!! Haa… Lord Harvest…” she whispered.
She whispered my name. It was barely a breath, but with her clinging to me and murmuring right into my ear, there was no missing it. I responded to her adorable pleading by thrusting back, stirring her insides with renewed vigor.
”…The sense of taboo here is incredible,” I muttered.
”Eh?” Muse asked.
”I mean, with your skirt hiding the mess, you look just like the Muse who usually stands so primly by Her Majesty’s side. Who would’ve thought you were hiding such a filthy, s*x-crazed side under that uniform?”
”Ngh! D-don’t say… such stupid things!” Muse cried.
Despite her protest, her hips never stopped moving. In fact, she started fumbling with the buttons of her maid blouse. I watched with a mix of admiration and amusement; she was so embarrassed by my words that she was doing something even more provocative just to prove a point.
”T-there! Is this… enough for you!?” Muse asked.
”Yeah. Maid outfit or not, it’s clear as day-you’re just a lewd woman, Muse,” I said.
”Wh-!?”
I reached up and began kneading her breasts through her black bra. She was blushing furiously but didn’t push my hands away. It was a nice bra, but I didn’t have the patience for it. I made quick work of the clasp, and her breasts tumbled out into my palms.
”S-say something! Don’t just stare!” she demanded.
”Mmm. They’re gorgeous. I can’t help but want to devour them,” I said.
”Ngh…! Hauu…!”
I finally had her bare skin against mine. I rubbed my cheek against her softness before taking a n**ips into my mouth. Out of a gentleman’s discretion, I decided not to mention how much they had grown or how sensitive they looked, standing tall and hard in anticipation.
”Ah…! Hiaa, ah ah…! My chest… it feels… so strange…!” Muse cried out.
She arched her back, trying to pull away from the sensation. I just grabbed her hips and held her in place, swirling my tongue over the tip. Because we were in a seated position, her attempt to pull her upper body back only served to drive her lower half even deeper onto me.
”Ngho…! Ngh…! T-this is bad…! W-wait…!!!” Muse screamed.
She realized too late that she had essentially impaled herself. She let out a sharp, undignified shriek of pleasure, her body trembling so hard we nearly toppled over. I didn’t let up, caressing her breasts and relentlessly punishing her depths.
”Agh…! This…! Ogh…! Ngh…! Agh, aghu, ngho…!”
I wondered if she even realized she was the one doing the grinding now. I savored the feel of her ribs and the frantic thumping of her heart as I hammered into her.
”Wait… I-I’m… I’m going…!” Muse cried.
”Yeah, me too. I’m going to come deep inside you. Go as much as you want,” I said.
”Wh-!? Nngh…!”
I pulled her into a deep kiss, crushing her against me as I pulsed deep inside her. I stroked her back, pinning her hips down to ensure every drop landed. She vibrated in my arms, spraying a massive, final fountain of fluid as she peaked. The inside of that maid skirt was going to be an absolute disaster to clean.
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And so, Muse’s days of abstinence in the name of Her Majesty came to a definitive, messy end.
”G-good work… Um, I can’t move… so could you please let go of my hands?” Muse asked.
”Hm? What’s with the ‘it’s over’ atmosphere?” I asked.
”Eh?”
”I told you, didn’t I? I’m going to satisfy you. This is going to be an unforgettable night,” I said.
”Ah, ah! W-wait a minute!” Muse cried.
”Besides, I’ve got plenty of other medicines for you to test today. Drink this once the Harlot’s Pastime³ wears off,” I said.
”Eeeehhh!?”
”We’re moving on to the tools next, so get ready. Oh, and weren’t you a Slime-kun regular? We’re testing the pro version of that, too,” I added.
”Nnnnndh────ngh!?” Muse shrieked.
This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. It wouldn’t be long before the monthly experiments became bi-weekly… then weekly… then a daily necessity.
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Summary:
Lord Harvest completes a high-intensity ‘experiment’ with the maid Muse, who had been sent as a test subject by the Queen. Despite her initial formal demeanor and attempts at bravado, Muse’s body completely surrenders to the physical pleasure facilitated by specialized shop items and Lord Harvest’s stamina. The encounter concludes with the revelation that this is merely the first of many increasingly frequent ‘experiments’.
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Trivia:
- Muse used a specialized restorative medicine specifically to prepare her anatomy for this encounter.
- The entire ‘Harvest Plan’ is an official mission sanctioned by the Queen.
- Muse was previously a ‘regular user’ of the ‘Slime-kun’ product sold at the shop.
- The protagonist explicitly notes the contrast between Muse’s formal maid persona and her physical reactions
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Character Insight:
Muse shows a struggle between her professional identity as a maid and her personal desires, eventually choosing to discard her clothing and dignity to prove a point to Lord Harvest. Lord Harvest displays a calculating yet hedonistic side, treating the ‘experiment’ as both a business verification and a personal conquest.
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Behind the Scenes:
The chapter highlights the intersection of the shop’s ‘adult goods’ economy and the protagonist’s personal relationships with political figures.
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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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