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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Since she said she’d do anything, there was no need to drag things out.
“Kyaaaaa!”
The door burst open at that very moment.
The lock was broken, leaving the door dangling precariously.
The pig seemed especially energetic today.
I laid Elena down on the floor and rushed towards the swaying hips in front of me.
The mistress was cowering on the floor, covering her face and one of her cheeks was bright red.
My former master stood over her, eyes gleaming wildly, belt raised like a whip.
“Hah! You bitch…!”
The mistress squeezed her eyes shut.
She must have envisioned the whip coming down, her skirt being ripped off, and being pinned down on the bed like a dog.
But that wasn’t going to happen today.
I grabbed the hand holding the belt and seized his throat with the other.
“Huh?”
His thick legs wobbled, and the stench of cheap alcohol assaulted my nostrils.
I focused my power on the hand gripping his neck and began to absorb his life force.
“Ugh…! Ah…! Aagh…!”
He made strange noises as his heavy frame crumpled to its knees.
His eyes rolled back, his body trembled, and then he lost consciousness, his head hitting the floor with a thud.
Behind me, Elena watched this and covered her mouth with her hand.
Beside me, the mistress stared at me with wide, surprised eyes.
Isabelle.
Born into a high-ranking family, she had ruined her life by marrying a good-for-nothing.
In a way, she and I might have something in common.
I raised my index finger and said,
“It’s alright. He’s not dead.”
Mistress Isabelle nodded dumbly at my words.
Her white skin, black hair, and unassuming dark eyes, which complemented her dark hair…
Her hair, slightly disheveled as if she had just woken up, was so alluring that I felt a stir in my lower body.
Elena was cautiously getting to her feet.
Isabelle, still unable to grasp the situation, clutched her chest and trembled.
I couldn’t give her time to think rationally.
I grabbed her hands and covered her mouth with mine.
“Gasp…!”
The contrast between her wide, startled eyes and her slack, powerless lips was captivating.
Accustomed to a life of subservience and forced compliance, she couldn’t react properly even to the impertinent demands of a mere slave.
Her eyes widened, and she could only feel my tongue entwining with hers as our mouths met.
“Mmm…! Mmm…! Hngh…!”
Our mingled saliva overflowed, wetting our lips.
Her eyes widened as she looked at me and took a breath.
I deepened the kiss, swirling my tongue around hers and tracing her lips before pulling away.
Her flushed face, damp with our shared saliva, stared blankly at the ceiling.
She still hadn’t processed the situation.
Too much had happened too quickly.
I didn’t want to give her time to think.
“I’ll protect you from now on. Alright?”
I said those words to her, then hoisted the pig onto my shoulders.
Thanks to the life force I had absorbed from three people, carrying his large frame downstairs was surprisingly easy.
Elena, having risen to her feet, simply stared blankly as I carried the master away. I said to her,
“Elena. Take care of the mistress.”
Elena nodded a beat later, then returned to the mistress’s room.
As she stood in the doorway, I said,
“Wait for me when you’re done. We need to settle today’s account.”
Elena’s face contorted slightly, but she didn’t say anything.
After all, I had kept my promise, and she and the mistress would have a peaceful night tonight.
“Ugh…”
The three servant stooges could only moan and tremble but they couldn’t even move a muscle.
Their haggard, pale faces made them look like they had been starved in a cellar for three days.
I tossed the master among the servants, dusted off my hands, and went back upstairs.
I heard the sound of the broken mansion door being closed.
It seemed they had barricaded it with a chair.
Through the slightly open crack, I saw the mistress fast asleep.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, she must have fallen asleep quickly.
Elena stood before me, fidgeting with her hands, her gaze defiant.
Tear tracks still stained her cheeks, and her beautiful blonde hair was slightly disheveled.
I took her hand and led her to her room.
Elena’s room.
It was one of the places I had always wanted to see.
I had always imagined Elena using fluffy pillows and fine cosmetics.
Inside, I saw the slightly askew bed, disturbed by our earlier encounter, a spotless vanity mirror, and a large wardrobe.
Elena checked the mistress’s door once more and carefully closed it.
As soon as her hand left the doorknob, I locked it.
I felt Elena stiffen slightly, but I didn’t care.
“What are you, really?”
Elena asked me.
I slowly lifted her skirt.
Elena, blushing as if trying to distract me, continued to question me.
“What happened to you? What’s with that power, and why have you suddenly changed like this? Huh?”
“Thank you.”
“Ugh!”
I grabbed her ass from beneath her skirt.
Her firm buttocks, toned from years of servant work, formed a curve that fit perfectly in my hand.
I traced the thin, soft fabric of her panties with my fingers, and felt her squirm.
“You should start with ‘thank you,’ shouldn’t you?”
“Ah, uh…!”
Elena straightened her back, clutching her skirt.
I was kneading her ass while lightly poking between her legs.
Her ears turned bright red, and beads of sweat trickled down her face.
It was a rare sight.
“Get on your knees.”
Elena hesitated for a moment, then moved towards the bed.
She knelt on the mattress and climbed on top.
Her skirt was quite long, so her panties weren’t visible in this position.
I lifted her skirt, exposing them fully.
“Ugh…!”
I saw a shiver run down Elena’s spine.
The fact that she was exposing her panties in front of a slave she wouldn’t have even spoken to before seemed to fill her with immense shame.
I climbed onto the bed behind her.
Elena glanced back at me, her fingers tightly clasped.
I embraced her from behind, pressing against her back, and began to caress her breasts.
“This feels awful…!”
Elena muttered insults in a small voice, perhaps trying to provoke me.
But those insults didn’t matter.
If she resisted, she would only suffer more.
I continued to caress her breasts, gently nibbling on her ear.
“Haa…! Hah…! Hngh…!”
Elena whimpered, lowering her head or turning her face away to avoid eye contact.
The more she resisted, however futilely, the more persistently I fondled her breasts and undressed her.
How many times had I fantasized about ripping off her maid uniform and pinning her down?
The maid uniform was so complicated that a brute like me couldn’t possibly undress her with any finesse.
As I roughly tore at her top, Elena clutched at it and bent over.
“N-no!”
This caused her to push her ass up slightly, rubbing it against my waist in a lewd manner.
But Elena didn’t seem to realize she was stimulating my hardened cock.
She looked at me with pleading eyes, her face flushed, and said,
“Th-this is the dress I brought with me when I came to the mansion with the mistress. I-I’ll take it off myself.”
“…Alright.”
Having her undress herself wasn’t bad either.
Elena straightened up again and, glancing nervously at me, began to remove her top.
I thought she would try to stall by moving slowly, but she undressed with surprising speed and then started folding her clothes neatly beside her head.
“…What are you doing?”
“Oh, th-this is sort of an occupational hazard…”
“…”
Elena turned her head away coyly and placed the neatly folded top beside her pillow.
I pointed to her lifted skirt.
“And this?”
“…I-I want to keep it on.”
She seemed reluctant to be completely naked in front of me.
I didn’t mind; I preferred it that way.
What was the point of having sex with a maid if she wasn’t wearing her maid uniform?
A maid needed at least her skirt to be a maid.
Her white bra fell to the floor, and the straps of her garter belt, extending from her waist to her thighs, were visible beneath her panties.
And, as if to emphasize her intimate areas, a damp, gray stain was spreading between her legs.
“Hngh…!”
When I traced my finger over her slit, Elena, as if determined not to make any indecent noises, bit her lip and moaned through gritted teeth.
Her closed eyelids fluttered, and her kneeling legs trembled, but she pretended to be resisting the pleasure.
I pulled off my pants and underwear in one go and rubbed my hardened cock against her slit.
With only a thin layer of fabric between us, I pressed against her pussy while caressing her breasts.
When the tip of my cock poked at her slit through her panties, she flinched, twisting her waist and trying to make a strange sound.
“Hngh…! Ugh…!”
“What’s wrong?”
When I caressed her breasts and kissed her neck, asking my question, she buried her face in the mattress and didn’t answer.
The mattress dampened with her repeated exhalations.
As I rutted against her, increasing the pressure, I saw her stick out her tongue slightly and lick the mattress, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Th-this feels awful…!”
She denied the pleasure with her words, but she was unconsciously moving her hips, and her panties were already soaked and useless.
Elena wasn’t just overflowing with talent for maid work; she was overflowing with other fluids as well.
“Ah, aah…!”
I unfastened her garter belt.
I felt Elena hesitate.
Before she could react, I pulled her panties down in one swift motion.
Her dripping slit was tightly clenched.
“Is this your first time?”
Elena didn’t say anything.
She simply lay there, with her ass offered to me, her ears burning red.
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