Volume 4 Chapter 97 Planting Love in the Mini-Skirted Maid ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
My time with Tifi was over; now it was Lifia’s turn.
In a quiet love hotel room, I sat facing her.
Lifia, the half-elf girl.
Short blond hair, sapphire eyes, a baby face with ears smaller than those of full-blooded elves.
She wore the maid outfit I had chosen for her, its short skirt revealing white garter belts that gleamed against her thighs.
Outwardly modest, she was in truth a girl who loved closeness, who delighted in intimacy, and whose devotion to me was absolute.
”Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said.
”No… everyone deserved their reward, didn’t they?” she answered softly.
She sounded composed, but her blue eyes shimmered with a thin sheen of longing. She must have been waiting for her turn all along.
If so, then I would not disappoint her. Tonight, we would take our time, lingering over every moment.
I slipped my hand around her slim waist and drew her close.
Our lips brushed—at first barely touching, then deepening, growing warmer, hungrier.
”Mm… ahh… kiss…”
My hand slid over her body, tracing the contours of her maid uniform.
Down the elegant line of her legs, up the garter straps, further still—until my palm cupped her rear.
That was when I felt it. A strangeness.
Fabric… missing. No—more precisely…
The sensation at my fingertips was unlike any ordinary pair of panties.
The most important place was left exposed, framed by an outrageously bold design.
”Lifia?” I asked.
”…Hehe.”
Her cheeks flushed as her gaze wavered shyly.
So it was true. She was wearing an open pair of lingerie—made for nothing but intimate union. And she hadn’t been ordered to do so; she had chosen it herself, just for me.
”Since when? Since when have you been wearing this?”
”Um… since Master was with Korukona…”
I froze in astonishment.
She had been ready from the start—waiting in these shameless undergarments, preparing herself for me.
A soft, needy sound escaped her lips.
”Ahh…!”
When I slipped my fingers into that opening, wet heat welcomed me, accompanied by her sweet sigh.
Her secret place was already glistening, ready to receive me.
Her eagerness stirred my own heat.
I sat back on the chair and beckoned her closer, unzipping and revealing myself.
The moment she saw me standing erect, her eyes lit up—though her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, her gaze betrayed eager expectation.
”Come here.”
”Yes…” she whispered.
Her voice trembled, but her body obeyed.
She straddled my lap, lifted her skirt with shaking hands, and lowered herself onto me.
Her parted lips let out a sharp breath as the tip pressed against her entrance.
”Ahh—!”
But it was no cry of fear—only of joy.
Her soft walls yielded, slowly, inexorably, swallowing me deeper and deeper.
A fragile girl’s body, taking in something so solid and insistent. We joined, face-to-face.
”Ah… ahh… Master, you’re filling me…!”
Her voice quivered between pleasure and delight as she looped her arms around my neck, clinging desperately.
Moisture overflowed from our joining, spilling down to wet her thighs.
With a final thrust, I reached her deepest place.
”Ahhhhhh—!”
Her back arched in a bow, her whole body trembling violently.
She had climaxed simply from the fulfillment of being fully taken.
Her walls convulsed, squeezing me with desperate intensity.
”Master… Master!”
Still trembling, she began moving her hips again, restless, insatiable.
One peak wasn’t enough. Without pausing, she stirred herself around me, desperate, ardent.
”Ahh! There—yes! That’s so good!”
”Here?” I asked, gripping her waist and pulling her down sharply.
”Hyahhh—!”
Her body jolted, voice spilling out in another cry of bliss as I struck her most sensitive spot.
When I withdrew suddenly, teasing her, she whimpered in protest.
”N-no… don’t leave me behind…!”
Eyes shimmering with tears, she pressed against me, pleading for more, her movements begging for fullness.
”Then take it,” I growled, driving deep.
”Ahhhhhh!?”
Catching her off guard, the sudden force made her cry out wildly.
Overwhelmed, her body convulsed as another climax seized her.
”You’re adorable, Lifia.”
”Ahh… th-thank you…”
I stroked her head, and through the haze of pleasure and tears she still managed a radiant smile.
She was mine alone—body and heart alike—my devoted, passionate maid.
Then I caught sight of it—the large mirror mounted on the wall.
It reflected everything, our entwined forms shown in full.
”Well then… how about this?”
I seized her waist and turned her roughly, spinning her half around without breaking our union.
Face-to-face became back-to-front.
”Ahh—ah, ah, ahhhnnn!”
”Damn—!”
The sudden twist of my hardness inside her wrung out screams of ecstasy.
Her inner walls clamped and shuddered, tormenting me in return.
The more I moved within her, the more she moved against me, each of us stoking the other’s fire.
I could hold back no longer. Heat surged, pulsed, and spilled deep inside her.
”Ahhh—! Master, you’re… pouring so much… it’s hot…!”
Her voice was a mixture of shock and rapture as she trembled, surrendering to the flood.
I lifted her legs, spreading her into the lewd M-shape.
In the mirror, every shameful detail of her was laid bare.
”See?” I whispered. “You can watch yourself.”
Reflected before us was everything: the maid uniform hitched up, the joining of our bodies shown without mercy.
Unable to bear the shame, she tried to avert her eyes—but I caught her chin, forcing her gaze forward.
”Look. Look at your shameless pose.”
”Yes… I see… it’s so… passionate…” she answered faintly.
I bent to her ear, whispering, while my fingers loosened the buttons of her maid uniform.
Her breasts tumbled free, pale and lovely, as the fabric fell away.
”I… it’s embarrassing…” she murmured, cheeks flushed to the very tips of her ears, tears brimming in her eyes.
Yet Lifia could not look away from the mirror. Drowning in shame and pleasure alike, she stared at her own reflection—the obedient maid who yielded to it all.
I lifted her up into my arms.
”Ahh—ahhh!”
The searing heat withdrew, only for her body to cling desperately, unwilling to let me go. Then, the moment I released my strength, she dropped with a sudden jolt.
”Ahhh!?”
The impact drove through her, and the forceful presence surged upward into her depths, making her whole body jolt. Again and again, I repeated it.
A fierce thrust. A fierce thrust. A fierce thrust.
Every impact struck deep, and each time, Lifia’s full breasts bounced softly, her sweat-slicked skin shining under the lamplight. Sliding my arm beneath her thighs, I held her up, my hand cupping her chest.
”Ahhh…”
Her breasts yielded and reshaped beneath my palm, the tips hardening sharply. All of it was laid bare in the mirror before us.
Her breath caught sweetly when I touched her, and when I teased her nipples, her voice broke into little cries of delight.
Another fierce thrust.
”Ohhh! Ahh! Hhh—!”
Each upward strike wrung sharper sounds of ecstasy from her lips.
Face burning with shame, trembling with joy, still she could not avert her eyes from her mirrored self. The sight itself heightened her desire.
Our rhythm built, wetness overflowing, soaking the sheets, spraying into the air. Her golden hair clung to her sweaty skin, her blue eyes glazed with bliss.
”Lifia—I’m going to…”
”Yes! Please! The seed of love—My inside…!”
We locked eyes through the mirror as we climbed to the peak together. Inside, her body convulsed, clenching tight, refusing to let me go. My hips quickened of their own will—
”Lifia!”
”Master!”
Her voice joined mine as I struck deep, pressing to her furthest place.
Heat poured in, again and again and again.
”Ahhh—ahhhhhh!”
The moment I spilled into her, Lifia climaxed as well. Moisture burst from her secret place, her body arching, trembling from head to toe. Yet still she clung to my neck, her insides contracting furiously, milking me for every last drop. She took it all, swallowed it whole.
I poured into her still more, and more. A long, unending release.
At last, when it subsided, Lifia sagged against me, spent.
”Are you all right?” I asked.
”Ahh… Master…” she whispered sweetly, her tear- and sweat-streaked face lit with a blissful smile.
* * *
A star-filled sky stretched overhead. Only the sound of waves came and went.
Lifia and I soaked together in an outdoor bath.
It floated above the sea—a hot spring conjured by my skill, Love Hotel’s Function: Outdoor Bath. We could enjoy both the scenery and the waters at once. Just the two of us. A private paradise.
After the passion indoors, we rested our bodies here. Sitting in the bath, I held her from behind, my arms around her slender waist.
Within her warmth, I cupped her soft breasts, lifting them gently into my palms.
”Ahh…” she sighed, her breath sweet and tender.
My hands caressed her gently, not enough to drive her higher, only enough to cherish her.
And then, I noticed.
”Lifia… did you get bigger?”
I’d seen her chest every day, and yet now it seemed fuller, heavier in my hands.
She lowered her gaze, blushing furiously, and whispered, “It’s because… Master touches them every day…”
The redness spread all the way to her ears.
At her answer, warmth welled in my chest. Her body was changing. My love was shaping her. That truth made her all the more precious to me.
…Even now, we were still joined below the water. Her body embraced me softly, tenderly, as if to comfort me. The fierce tightness was gone for now; her depths, hungry for my love, seemed finally appeased.
I stroked her lower belly.
”Ahh…” she breathed, responding to my touch.
There, within, was the place that longed for my essence—the place that yearned to carry my child.
Would we truly have one together?
They said children between elves and humans were rare. But Lifia was half-elf. Perhaps our chances were better.
If it came to it, Love Hotel’s Function might even force conception. But no—that would be the last resort. With her, I wanted it to happen naturally.
”Lifia.”
”Yes?”
Her blue eyes met mine.
”Since I met you, so much has happened.”
”…Yes.”
”I don’t know what lies ahead. But let’s be happy together.”
Her eyes widened, then softened into a smile. That smile outshone the stars above.
”Yes, Master!”
Her voice melted into the sound of waves. Nestled in my arms, she leaned against me, her face utterly at peace.
With her smile, I felt I could overcome anything.
* * *
Days passed. The Kingdom of Nakuos Army made no move.
We continued gathering information while preparing for the next stage: conquering the 6th Floor, Burning Dragon Peak. A land of molten lava and searing winds—a deadly zone. Yet we had grown stronger, step by step.
The dwarf brothers, Beckus and Nokiroul, sat with the brownie sailors, debating fervently. They were designing new weapons and magic tools for dungeon battles.
”Taro, you think we could capture a lava slime alive?” one asked.
A reckless thought. But if they needed it, surely it would serve some purpose.
Meanwhile, Gaedaf’s party, Star of the Dawn, had begun tackling the 5th Floor. They were steadily raising their levels.
”Give us a little more time. Once we’re used to it, we’ll join you on the sixth.”
Before long, I might have to team up with Gaedaf and the others for dungeon expeditions. The reason was simple—there was a chance Lifia might be pregnant. Being half-elf made the outcome uncertain, but Kéa and Yomi, both human, should have no trouble conceiving. As for Korukona, being beastfolk, I wasn’t sure.
Either way, if that time came, I couldn’t drag them into dangerous adventures. They would have to stay behind in the Love Hotel and wait. That meant my dungeon party would rely heavily on Gaedaf’s support.
Of course, if I spoke honestly, nothing could compare to the dream of adventuring with a harem party—surrounded by adorable girls, basking in their attention as we pressed forward together. That was what I truly wanted. But some things couldn’t be compromised. I wanted to plant the seeds of love. That much, I would never yield.
* * *
A few days later, I found myself in the royal capital of the Kingdom of Nakuos.
Lifia and I walked side by side down its stone-paved streets. Recently, the kingdom’s army had shown no noticeable movement. Ever since their campaign had been thwarted, one would expect them to be preparing for the next war. Yet there was nothing—no mobilization, no activity. The stillness was eerie.
Even our allies within the capital had no information. Leaving things unchecked would only feed our unease. I decided we needed to investigate more closely—perhaps even approach the castle itself.
The moment I opened the Love Hotel door and stepped into the street, something felt off.
The air of the town was… strange. The people bustled about as usual, yet their faces, their voices, carried a stiffness, as if strained beneath forced normalcy.
Lifia gently slipped her hand around my arm.
”Master, something isn’t right. Everyone’s emotions—they’re stirred up. Excitement mixed with fear.”
Her spirit magic allowed her to sense the feelings of others. Fear, I could understand. Perhaps there had been an accident, a crime. But excitement?
I stopped by a fruit stand and called out to the shopkeeper.
”Hey, the town feels different today. Is something special going on?”
The man looked at me in surprise.
”Oh, a traveler, are you? You don’t know?”
”What?”
”They say a coup has broken out in the castle.”
What—?
I turned my gaze to the distant royal castle. From its towers, black smoke was already rising into the sky.
Notes:
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
• Kingdom of Nakuos – The nation where the protagonist and companions were summoned as heroes.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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