Chapter 295 Harvest Plan – Test Subject꞉ The Maid ③*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ah… ah, hah…♡♡♡!? Wa-wait, please…♡♡♡! No…♡♡♡! Stop…♡♡♡!?”
”With your strength, Muse-san, you could throw me off whenever you want. Why aren’t you?” I asked, looking down at her.
We’re deep in our “experiment”¹ – me and Muse-san, Her Majesty’s royal maid. She’s already “cooked”; as I squeeze the surprisingly heavy breasts hidden beneath her prim uniform, she goes completely limp, surrendering to my touch.
”But… this is…♡♡♡! Just from… having my breasts rubbed like this…♡♡♡!”
”Heh, isn’t this the result of all that hard work you put into ‘growing’ them?” I teased. “Even with the aphrodisiac’s help, it’s rare for someone to feel this much their first time, you know?”
”Hiee…♡♡♡!? ♡♡!?”
I focus on her peaks, rubbing and buffing them through the fabric. Even with the thick maid’s dress and her bra in the way, she’s so sensitive that her entire body begins to shudder.
I can’t see them yet, but I can feel it – her n**ipss, the ones she nurtured so well, are standing rock-hard against the lace, sending waves of pleasure through her with every friction-filled stroke.
I keep at it, seeking out that firm heat of her arousal again and again. She tries to arch her back to escape the sensation, but I’m not about to let my prey slip away.
Her hot, supple body writhes beneath me. I pin her down, relentlessly continuing my assault. There’s something primal about catching a struggling quarry like this – it sets my hunting instincts on fire.
”Ahhh…♡♡!? ♡♡♡!?”
When I sink my teeth into her neck, she lets out a cry that only goads me further. I leave a trail of marks, licking and nipping until I’ve claimed her skin, breathing in her scent. It’s a dizzying, intoxicating aroma.
”The scent of your sweat, the medicine… and something fresh. Are you wearing perfume, Muse-san? Did you put it on… just for our ‘experiment’?”
”Do-don’t be ridiculous…♡♡♡! Th-this is just… Her Majesty’s favorite incense… I burn it in the room sometimes…!” she gasped.
”Oh, is that so?” I replied with a smirk. “Well, from now on, every time you smell this, I want you to remember this night.”
”Wh…♡♡♡!? Wh-what kind of cruel curse is that…♡♡♡!?”
”And this uniform, too. Every time you slip into these sleeves, I want you to remember how I handled you… and how we shared each other without you even taking it off.”
”Hah…♡♡♡!? Wait, what did you just…♡♡♡!? ♡♡!?”
Ignoring her protests, I scoop her up and shift her from the edge of the bed to the center. I pin her down, burying my face in the chest I’d been kneading, taking a long, deep breath.
”Wha – what…♡♡♡!?”
Man, maid uniforms really are the best… I wonder if I could get her to call me “Master”? I keep the depraved thought to myself for now.
Muse-san seems completely overwhelmed by the sensation of a man’s weight on top of her; she can only flail and gasp, unable to form a coherent sentence as I continue to explore her body.
Once I’ve had my fill of her reactions, I brace my hands on either side of her, looking down at her “honored” face – now a mask of pure, confused shame.
”If you really hate this, you know what to do. Push me away.”
”Eh…? Wa-wait, this is my… first…♡! Ah, too cl-close…♡! Ah…♡♡♡!?”
I move slowly, giving her brain time to process but not enough time to think, drawing my lips toward hers. She squeezes her eyes shut, her mouth a tight, trembling line.
”Nn…♡♡♡! Nnn…♡♡♡!? Nn…♡♡♡! Nn…♡♡♡”
I kiss her. Taking her lack of resistance as a green light, I do it again, and again. Her bewildered gasps fade, replaced by a much more carnal sound.
”Nn, mnn…♡♡♡ nn…♡♡♡…♡♡♡♡♡ nnn…♡♡♡!? !? nnnnn…♡♡!? ♡♡♡!? !? “
As she melts into it, I begin to tease her lips with my tongue, pressing harder. Before she can catch her breath or protest, I catch her mouth open and slide inside.
”Wai…♡♡♡! Mmph…♡♡!? ♡♡♡!? !? Nnn…♡♡♡!? Fua…♡♡♡♡ n…♡♡♡! Nchu…♡♡♡”
I tangle our tongues, savoring her sweetness as our breaths mingle. Whether it’s the lack of oxygen or the sheer intimacy of it, she begins to squirm, her lower body rubbing against mine.
After enjoying the taste of her for as long as I can, I pull back. She lets out a small, pathetic “Ah…” as if she’s already missing it, her eyes dazed and seeking.
”That… that was my first…♡♡♡” she muttered.
”Yeah. You were adorable. Can I keep going?”
”Eh, fua…♡♡♡!?”
I spend a good while longer feasting on her mouth. She squirms and twitches beneath me, her body slowly losing its rigidity as she dissolves into a puddle of pleasure.
I sit up, looking down at her – the mess of euphoria on her face contrasted with the still-perfect maid’s uniform. Beneath that fabric, I know she’s a fruit, heavy on the vine and ready to burst.
”Ah…♡♡♡”
I grab her ankle, wrapped in thin black hosiery – I can’t tell yet if they’re knee-highs, thigh-highs, or full tights under that skirt.
The texture is exquisite, as fine as the uniform itself. Muse-san realizes what’s coming and turns her head away, blushing furiously as my hand begins to creep up her leg.
I hear a heavy gulp. Was that her, or me? Inch by inch, the white apron and black skirt begin to ride up.
Beneath the layers, the black fabric seems to go on forever, teasing me. I can’t take it anymore; I slide my hand higher, reaching for the meat of her thigh.
My fingertips hit the edge of the fabric. Finally, I touch bare skin – a sensation far more intoxicating than any silk or nylon.
”Fuu…♡♡♡! Nn, ah, ah…♡♡♡!”
Her thighs are hot and plump, the skin of a woman nearing her breaking point. She writhes with a mix of anticipation, excitement, and pure, raw pleasure. I flip the skirt all the way up, and there it is…
”Heh… impressive.”
”……♡♡♡♡♡!”
A set of black lace underwear, heavily decorated and clearly chosen with intent. Matching garter belts and thigh-highs frame her dazzling skin in a way that’s nothing short of artistic.
”Beautiful… Did you pick these out just for today…?”
”……♡♡♡♡♡!”
She doesn’t deny it. She just squeezes her eyes shut, a tear pricking the corner of her eye as she hides her burning face. I find myself leaning in to kiss her neck again, and she lets out a mock-offended “Ah…♡♡♡! You dummy…♡♡♡!” with her voice shaking.
”I can’t even put into words how happy this makes me. I’ll have to thank you properly… so just let me do this.”
”Ah, ah…♡♡♡!? ♡♡!? !? “
I slide a finger toward her center and find her already drenched. Despite her prim appearance, Muse-san has made quite a mess of her lovely new lingerie.
”No… not like this…♡♡♡! Ah…♡♡♡!? ♡♡!? !? “
She breaks almost immediately, clutching at my arm as I work. She looks up with pleading, watery eyes and gives me a soft, desperate kiss. The wet, sloppy sound of her own arousal echoes between her thighs as I work.
”Nnn…♡♡♡! Wait, wait…♡♡♡! I don’t… I don’t know this feeling…♡♡♡! Why…♡♡♡!?”
”Does it feel better when I do it than when you’re alone?”
”Ah, ah…♡♡♡! No, that’s…♡♡♡! I’m…♡♡♡!? ♡♡!? !? “
Muse-san tries to stop my hand, but she’s far too late. She hits her peak, her legs snapping straight as she shudders violently, her face a mask of agonized bliss. A thin thread of saliva escaped her lips.
”You don’t have to hold it in,” I said quietly. “I plan on making you come as many times as you can handle today. I told you, didn’t I? I’m going to satisfy you…”
”Ah…♡♡♡!? Why…♡♡♡! St-stop…♡♡♡♡♡!? !”
”Not being allowed to stop is the best part of being touched by someone else,” I replied. “You’d better learn what real pleasure feels like, Muse-san.”
”N-no… ahhh…♡♡♡!?”
She orgasms again, back-to-back. She tries to squirm away, but I flip her back and keep going. This time, her hips arch up on their own, thrusting her soaked heat against my hand.
”Ah, ah…♡♡♡!? Ah, ah, ah…♡♡♡!? ! Ahhh…♡♡♡♡♡!? !? Ahhh…♡♡♡!!! Ahhhh…♡♡♡♡♡!!!”
She can’t even form words anymore, just broken vowels. She desperately grips my arm, watching her own undoing as she tries – and fails – to squeeze her thighs shut to stop me.
But with all that slick moisture, my fingers move however they want. If anything, her struggling just lets me find new ways to make her scream.
I settle in to enjoy the symphony of her lewd gasps and the wet, rhythmic sounds of her surrender.
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Summary:
The protagonist continues his intimate ‘experiment’ with Muse, the royal maid. Despite her initial protests, Muse quickly succumbs to the combined effects of aphrodisiacs and the protagonist’s dominant stimulation. The chapter culminates in Muse experiencing multiple consecutive orgasms as the protagonist explores her body and her hidden, elaborate lingerie.
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Trivia:
- Muse is specifically wearing Her Majesty’s favorite incense scent.
- The protagonist explicitly mentions a ‘curse’ to make her associate the scent and her uniform with this s*xual encounter.
- Muse is a virgin, as she mentions this is her ‘first’ time.
- She actually prepared special black lace lingerie and garters in anticipation of this day, despite her verbal resistance
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Character Insight:
Muse shows a classic ‘corrupted’ character arc, where her body and secret preparations (the lingerie) betray her formal status and verbal denials. The protagonist’s motive is a mix of research (the experiment) and primal hunting instincts.
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Behind the Scenes:
The use of ‘Harvest Project’ suggests a systematic approach to ‘cultivating’ subjects, fitting the dark isekai trope of a magic shop owner using his wares for personal and experimental gain.
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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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