Volume 5 Chapter 13 A Maiden’s Confession*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Outside the window, a freezing northern gale battered the manor walls relentlessly, sending a faint, rhythmic shudder through the stone structure.
How many months had bled into one another since winter had firmly anchored its heavy weight here in the town of Grimm? Ever since my master had departed for the darkest depths of the Magic Forest, it felt as though a piece of my own time had ground to a permanent halt.
As the head maid of this estate, my daily existence revolved around maintaining strict discipline among the younger girls and ensuring my Lord’s sanctuary remained pristine and undisturbed in his absence. Ilse, Eileen, Rita.
Looking at Ilse, the eldest and de facto leader, in particular, has recently been heartbreaking.
She, While cleaning his study, she began to gently touch his chair when no one was looking, letting out a warm sigh.
Ilse had grown remarkably beautiful in the past few months.
Her meticulously cared-for flaxen hair shone softly, as if filtered by the winter sunlight, radiating a clean light that symbolized her earnest character.
And then her translucent, porcelain-white skin.
Her sharp, highly intelligent eyes, usually so focused, would completely melt into a soft, dreamy glaze the moment anyone so much as mentioned his name. Yet, underneath that beauty, her skeletal frame remained achingly delicate. Her chest was so flat that her ribs faintly traced beneath her skin—a cruel, undeniable marker of her delayed development as a woman.
While she clearly fretted over what she perceived as a physical lack, that very immaturity lent her an exquisite, fragile vulnerability that begged to be protected, underlying a hidden, deeply provocative promise of what It was to come. I harbored an absolute certainty that, in due time, she would possess a breathtaking beauty capable of completely bewitching our Lord.
One snowy evening, driven by a quiet resolve, I summoned her to the master bedroom. This was the one place where my Lord’s lingering scent remained most potent, woven into the very fabric of the room.
”Ilse, come here. Aren’t you cold?”
I sat on the edge of the expansive bed, gesturing for her to step closer as she stood frozen near the door, practically vibrating with hesitation. Ilse shrugged her shoulders like a borrowed cat and sat down beside me.
I cupped her cold hands in mine and spoke in a gentle voice, like a mother comforting her child.
”Lately, I’ve been a little worried about you… Something, I think there’s something you’re keeping hidden in your heart. You don’t have to hide it from me.”
Ilse’s fingertips gave a sharp, involuntary twitch. A crimson flush instantly consumed her face as she cast her gaze downward, squeezing out a fragile, trembling voice.
”Um… well, Nier-sama. I… I’m acting strangely. Lately, I’ve been thinking about you all the time, Goshujin-sama…
Even when I’m cleaning, when I think that you sat here, my chest tightens, and I can’t concentrate…
It seems like I… I feel more than just respect for you, Goshujin-sama…”
Her confession was utterly, beautifully innocent. I gently placed my index finger beneath her chin, coaxing her face upward so she had to look at me. Her eyes were bright and misty, trembling in a delicate balance between desperate anticipation and paralyzing anxiety.
”Ilse.” Try putting into words the feelings you’re experiencing. Ohbari-o, I won’t tell anyone. This is a secret between you and me.”
I slowly stroked her back in long, rhythmic motions, deliberately coaxing the tension from her rigid muscles. Ilse took a deep breath, inhaling the air of the room—the scent of Goshujin-sama that permeated it—deep into her lungs.
The scent of sweat, the faint, musk-like phantom of intimacy, and that heavy, overwhelming masculine aura unique to a powerful ruler.
The moment she inhaled it, her pupils dilated slightly, and her focus seemed to shift slightly.
”…That day, when you rescued me from that dark, cold iron cage…Goshujin-sama’s hands were incredibly warm.
He rescued me, gave me delicious soup, and even these beautiful clothes…
For Goshujin-sama, I would do anything.” I wouldn’t even hesitate to give up my life.
If he would just smile at me… I would do anything.
…I love Goshujin-sama so much…! I adore Ryuichi-sama… I can’t help it.”
It was the very first love confession of her life. Having finally forged her hidden desires into spoken words, massive tears broke free from Ilse’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. I gently wiped the moisture away with my thumb, tenderly cupping her face.
”Yes, that’s how you truly feel. …What a beautiful first love, Ilse.”
I drew her close, wrapping my arms around her narrow, fragile shoulders. Instantly channeling a mother’s deep, enveloping affection, I leaned in and whispered sweetly directly into her ear.
”Hey, Ilse. Then… do you want to make Goshujin-sama feel good?
When he returns, soothe his fatigue, “Do you want me to have the best smile?”
”…Yes. I want to. If Goshujin-sama is happy, that’s all I need…”
”Then I’ll prepare it for you. So that Goshujin-sama will truly cherish and love you.
I’ll guide you to the shape he desires.”
Ilse looked up at me, her eyes wide with sudden surprise, but as she searched my face and found nothing but genuine affection and tenderness, she gave a small, resolute nod.
”…Please, Nier-sama. I want to change for Goshujin-sama.”
I slowly stripped her of her garments.
On Goshujin-sama’s large bed, her white skin was revealed.
Her body still lacked any feminine curves.
Her breasts, so flat that her ribs protruded, were not even ripe fruit, but still hard buds.
However, That very absence was what distinguished her as the possession of Goshujin-sama.
I laid her flat on her back, gently parting her thighs to the left and right.
”Relax, Ilse. There’s nothing to be afraid of… I’ll perform the ritual to offer you to Goshujin-sama.”
I leaned over, bringing my face close to her groin.
There, before me, lay the secret garden of a virgin, untouched by anyone, not even a single finger.
I began with a close visual examination.
Her pink petals trembled with shame and anticipation.
The tiny bud at the center—the clitoris—was still closed, unaware of heat.
But as I gently brought my finger closer, it was enough to cause her to begin oozing a thin layer of clear, yet sticky, dew.
”…Look, Ilse. Your vagina is already so wet, yearning for you, Goshujin-sama.”
”Ah…ah… It’s embarrassing…Nier-sama, don’t look…”
I disregarded her plea, tracing the pad of my index finger along the ultra-sensitive, uninitiated membrane. The sensation on my fingertip was surprisingly soft and juicy.
”Mmm…ah! There…it feels strange…!”
I rubbed the tender membrane softly, yet relentlessly, giving her no respite. Each time she rolled her fingers over her, Ilse’s body arched like a bow, and honey flowed endlessly from her secret place.
I verified the slick depth of her wetness, then slowly pressed a single finger flat against the incredibly narrow entrance.
”Ilse, listen? Imagine this is Goshujin-sama. …Open your body to receive him.”
I placed my hand gently upon her forehead, anchoring her gaze with a mother’s fierce, protective warmth.
”…Close your eyes and think of Goshujin-sama. His strong arms, his low voice, his scent that permeates the mansion…”
The master bedroom was permeated with his lingering scent.
Doing exactly as she was told, Ilse squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled deeply.
The image of Ryuichi, who had lifted her up that day, was vividly etched in her mind.
Seizing the perfect psychological moment, I steadily, unhesitatingly drove My finger deep inside her.
”Mmmmmm! It’s coming in…! It’s thick, it’s so thick…!”
The very first invasion. The virgin’s constricted mucous membrane gripped my finger tightly.
I held perfectly still, letting her adjust, while continuing to murmur softly against her ear.
”Don’t be scared. This is Goshujin-sama’s love. …See, imagine I’m Ryuichi-sama.”
I leaned down and pressed a soft, feather-light kiss to her lips.
Our lips touched, then separated. Ilse opened her eyes in surprise, her pupils fully dilated.
In her fractured perception, the finger inside her was no longer just a finger. To her, it had transformed into the rigid, heavily veined, and fiercely throbbing shaft of Lord Ryuichi’s manhood.
”…M-Master…? Ryuichi…?” “
Ilse’s consciousness fractured entirely, bleeding the lines between reality and fantasy into a hazy delirium.
Even my voice seemed to be overwritten in her mind by the low whispers of her beloved Goshujin-sama.
This time I claimed her mouth fully, sealing her lips in a deep, consuming embrace.
A genuine deep kiss.
My tongue slipped past her teeth, tangling deeply with her small, inexperienced tongue.
Saliva mixed, and lewd sounds of sucking and slurping escaped.
Ilse whimpered through her nose, whimpering as she wrapped her arms desperately around my neck.
”Mmm… mmm… ahh, Goshujin-sama… It’s hot in my mouth…”
To her, the intense, overwhelming friction of the kiss was the definitive proof of the Master’s absolute affection.
I kept my mouth closed, With the finger I’d inserted into her secret place, I began a precise piston motion.
Squelch, squish, slip.
Her innocent mucous membrane was violently rubbed with each in-and-out movement of my finger.
Ilse’s channel was now thoroughly flooded, drenched in an astonishing abundance of her own arousal fluids.
With each movement of my finger, that hot fluid overflowed from the entrance, wetting the bedsheets.
”Ahhh! Goshujin-sama, Ryuichi-sama!! My stomach’s going to break!!”
Ilse screamed. The words weren’t meant for me; they were the raw, primal cry of a soul surrendering entirely to the idealized ruler of her heart.
She believed my finger to be Goshujin-sama’s rigid penis itself, and surrendered everything to that false pleasure.
”I love you, I love you so much! Goshujin-sama, more… more of me,” “Make a mess of me!!”
Ilse began actively lifting her hips off the mattress, riding against my hand to force my finger even deeper into her depths.
Her pupils were fully dilated, and her unfocused eyes staring into the void were not those of a lovely girl, but of a female consumed by madness.
Her very first climax was looming just over the horizon.
”You can come, Ilse. Let out all your love for Goshujin-sama.”
I delivered one final, crushing, deeply possessive kiss to her lips as the ultimate catalyst.
I thrust my tongue deep into her throat, and at the same time, violently thrust my finger deep into her secret place.
”Aaaaaaahhh!! Ryuichi-samaaaa!! I love you, I love youuuu!!”
Ilse’s eyes rolled back, Her entire body seized in a violent, full-body spasm as she shattered.
Her innocent vagina gripped my fingers so tightly it felt like they would tear off, and a torrent of warm love fluids soaked my hands.
She continued to cry out her maddening love for her master as she sank into the sea of pleasure for the first time.
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Summary:
Nier assesses the growing infatuation of the young maid Ilse for their absent master, Ryuichi. Driven by a desire to prepare the girl for his return, Nier brings her into the master bedroom for an intimate interrogation. The intense encounter causes Ilse to lose her grip on reality, completely blending Nier’s touch with her vivid fantasies of the Master.
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Trivia:
Nier is the head maid of the estate in Grimm.
Ilse is the eldest among the younger maids, including Eileen and Rita.
Ilse was originally rescued by the master from a cold iron cage.
The master bedroom retains a powerful residual scent of Ryuichi.
Ilse’s intense arousal causes her to fully hallucinate Nier as Ryuichi during the climax.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Grimm – Grimm, the Mansion’s master and protagonist, is a powerful sorcerer wielding divine magic who speaks all languages and braves the dangerous Forest of Magic. He shares his name with a nearby, large, walled city under his influence—a bustling, diverse settlement with a vibrant marketplace that also suffers from a legalized slave trade and severe lack of sanitation.
• Eileen – A healthy young girl with reddish-brown twintails who acts as the keeper of the mansion’s pantry. Known among the other children for her immense appetite, she maintains a close relationship with them while fiercely guarding her domain.
• Ilse – A young, delicate servant girl at the Brooke-Taylor estate who takes care of the younger children. Under Nier’s strict guidance after surviving near-death and starvation, she secretly knows more than she lets on. She is the eldest young maid, notable for her extremely slender frame, flat chest, translucent porcelain skin, and meticulously kept flaxen hair that catches the winter sunlight.
• Rita – A small, energetic former slave girl with a tiny, innocent frame, she was recently rescued from severe physical neglect. Now the youngest servant at the Brooke-Taylor residence, she lives among the other household children. Out of absolute devotion to her master, she diligently sweeps the courtyard path, embodying a resilient spirit despite her traumatic past.
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese head maid, former merchant, and farm girl with refined features, long black hair, and a voluptuous physique. Deeply devoted to her Master, Ryuichi, she manages his estate and safeguards his sanctuary. Driven by maternal instinct and trauma from losing her daughter, Mia, she gently guides, disciplines, and protects the younger girls while studying magic and Common tongue.
• Ryuichi – A pragmatic 40-year-old Spirit King with a plain build, silver hair, and a beard, he is a cynical, blunt master with immense spiritual energy who manipulates golden mana, earth, ice, blue fire, and space magic. Deep within the Magic Forest, he rules his Grimm mansion and elf village with absolute authority, modern logic, and possessiveness, acting as a provider for his growing dependents.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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