"The Master is currently being serviced by one of his maids, but no one can handle his insatiable appetite alone. She needs help. Charlotte, go to the dressing room to the left and put on sothing from there. I want you to look presentable for the Master," the maid instructed.
"I-Is there really no other choice?" I asked, my voice trembling with desperation.
"There is, but this is the better option," she replied, her tone softening just a touch, though her eyes remained cold. "You don't want to end up pregnant by so random guy you don't even know, do you? Better to endure this and keep so control over your fate."
So the other option was still to prostitute myself, huh? It was either being used by one man or multiple n. Either way, I still had to sell my body. In this case, the forr seed like the lesser evil, but...
"Don't worry," said the maid. "The Master is gentle your first ti."
I felt a firm yet gentle push, urging out of the office.
"Oh, and since you'll be servicing him, call him Master," she added. "No prostitute calls their clients by na. It's always Master, dear custor, or sothing along those lines. After you change in the dressing room, go to the door seven rooms down from here. You'll see a double door with a label that says 'Love Nest.' If no one responds when you knock, just go in.
I'm sure the Master will be too occupied with the sounds of pleasure to notice anything else."
After that, she closed the door. My knees sank to the floor, and a few seconds later, I slumped forward, my head resting against the door. This was a nightmare. Why did I have to go through this?
Before I knew it, I was in the dressing room where the maid had ordered to go. The room was filled with... maid outfits? There were only maid uniforms here. Was this the fetish of the so-called Master? For now, though, I had to put one on.
Whether I liked it or not, I had no choice.
I walked through the halls, finally reaching a room with a label that read "Love Nest." This was the room the maid had told to go to. I was now wearing a maid uniform. Unexpectedly, it was made from high-quality fabric that felt very comfortable against my skin.
Despite the comfort of the fabric, the reality of the situation kept my nerves on edge. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to co.
I knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the silence of the corridor. No response greeted . Should I retreat now? No, the maid's instructions were clear. If no one answered, I should enter. With hesitant fingers, I grasped the doorknob and slowly turned it, the anticipation tightening my chest.
As the door creaked open, even the slight gap released a pungent aroma, a mixture of sweat and sothing primal, lingering in the air. Though unfamiliar with such scents, I could only assu it was the essence of sex itself. And as the door revealed a sliver of the scene within, my suspicions were confird—the unmistakable sounds of pleasure filled the room.
"Ahhh, ahhn, ahhh, M-Master, r-right there! Ahh, ahh, ahh, I'm cumming again! C-Cum together! L-Let's cum togetherrr!"
Despite myself, I couldn't resist stealing a glance through the slightest gap in the door. Instantly, I was struck speechless, my hand flying to cover my gaping mouth in shock. What I witnessed beyond that threshold was pure, unadulterated primal passion. A man, his hips pounding into a woman clad in a maid uniform like mine, from behind.
He gripped the horns attached to her head, using them for leverage as he drove into her with relentless force. She faced my direction, her expression a mix of ecstasy and abandon.
Her eyes were rolled back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, as tears and snot stread down her flushed face. Her moans were wild and primal, echoing in the room. Despite being captivated by her expression of raw ecstasy, my attention was irresistibly drawn to the man behind her.
He was muscular yet slim, his body perfectly balanced with defined muscles and a lean fra. His black hair frad a handso face, and his crimson eyes burned with intensity. I recognized him imdiately. Just months ago, we had promised to go on a date together. I had no reason to refuse back then, still confused about my own feelings. So, I had accepted.
We had promised to go on a date together, but that promise remained unfulfilled.
That's right. The man having sex with the maid was Leon, the very one who had saved from being kidnapped back then.
Now, here he was, having sex with this woman with an almost animalistic fervor, her cries of "I'm cumming again!" blending with his guttural groans. The scene was both shocking and srizing, and it took all my strength not to gasp aloud.
Then, with a loud groan, Leon tightened his grasp on the woman's horns, pulling her closer as he drove himself deeper into her. The maid's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
"Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh~!!!"
The woman's mouth opened wide in a silent scream. After that, she slumped, like all her energy had been drained. In contrast, Leon wasn't even breathing heavily. So this was what the maid ant when she said one woman wasn't enough for him.
That ant I was next. I trembled at the thought. But then, an idea struck —maybe Leon could help get out of this unfavorable situation. He was an acquaintance, after all. If I just talked to him and explained my predicant, maybe he could help .
With that thought swirling in my mind, I summoned the courage to push the door open fully and step into the room. As I entered, Leon's gaze imdiately locked onto .
"Oh, as I thought, it's you, Charlotte," he remarked.
"L-Long ti no see," I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper amidst the charged atmosphere.
"Yeah. It's been months since the last ti we saw each other. Well, I actually see you every ti, but this is the first ti again that we talk," he said.
It was incredibly difficult to maintain a conversation with him, especially with him standing there, naked, his thing proudly on display. "C-Can you put on so clothes first?"
"Why?"
"Why...? I-I an..." He remained unclothed, his deanor unchanged, so I shifted the topic. "A-Anyway, I need to ask you for a favor. C-Can I do that?"
"Sure."
Summoning my courage, I took a deep breath. Here goes... "Uhm, I'm assuming you're the owner of the company. The maid said this room is where the owner stays. I-It's surprising that it's you."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm the owner of Leonamon, though I don't handle the business myself. I just supervise and oversee our inco data, that's all."
"I-It's really surprising. I didn't expect soone as young as you to build a company empire like this. And especially not you, Leon."
"Well, I've got so incredibly talented people who've helped get this far," he replied. "Without them, Leonamon might not have existed at all."
Surely, he was just being modest, but I assud that even with those talented people, without him, this company might not exist at all.
"And so? What is your favor?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I gulped, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. His voice seed to take on a darker edge, even though it hadn't changed.
"C-Can you help with the situation I find myself in? Y-You see, my father sold to your company, but I don't really want to be sold," I stamred, my voice trembling. "Um, I wonder if you could help with that."
Leon pondered for a mont, then humd thoughtfully. "Hmm? So what you're essentially saying is that you don't want to have sex with ? Is that it?"
"Y-Yes," I replied, my voice shaky. I tried to be a little calculating by slightly peeking at him, but my eyes betrayed and drifted to his crotch.
"Heh." Leon smirked. "You really are sothing, Charlotte. Let guess, you don't want to do this because you don't want soone other than your beloved Professor Sesillian to take your virginity, am I right?"
"H-Huh?"
His voice had changed completely, now edged with a dark undertone. I could feel in my veins that this was Leon's true nature. More than that, how did he know I was in love with Professor and saving my chastity for him? I was sure I hadn't told anyone about that, not even my closest friends.
No. Maybe he just guessed and didn't really know. Yes, that had to be it. Why would he know otherwise?
"W-What are you saying? I have no idea what you're talking about."
I was pretty sure I tried my hardest to keep my voice composed. But, apparently, Leon had caught the slight tremble in it.
"Do you really think you can lie, Charlotte? If you truly have no idea what I'm talking about, then what is this?"
He held up his phone, the screen casting a cold light on my face. The mont my eyes focused on the image, I felt the blood drain from my veins, leaving cold and numb.
There, in stark detail, was a photo of stripping in front of Professor Sesillian. The vulnerability, the raw exposure of the mont captured forever in that single fra.
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