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—It's awful, do it again.
Another day began at the Roswaal mansion. Another day in which the demon maid reprimands struck hard at the fragile ego of the boy with terrifying eyes.
"I think it looks fine, nee-sama..." he tried to defend his pride, pointing to the piece of furniture that, in his eyes, was perfectly clean.
Ram rolled his eyes as he approached the piece of furniture with his arms crossed. You didn't need to be an expert to notice it was shoddy work. He ran his fingertip across the wooden surface; when he lifted it, a fine layer of grayish dust had settled on his skin, leaving a telltale mark on the varnish.
"Ram doesn't even want to imagine how Barusu must clean his own body if he considers this 'clean,'" she stated, wiping her finger on the boy's shoulder before resuming her authoritative stance. Her expression said it all.
Resigned, Subaru picked up the cloth again. He felt his superior's gaze piercing the back of his neck, judging his every move.
"Wouldn't it be better if you helped me a little?" he asked, trying to ease the tension and, at the same time, reduce his ever-increasing workload. "I mean, to finish faster."
—Ram's role today is limited to judging Barusu's performance. I cannot allow you to continue depending on my guidance for even the simplest tasks.
She spoke with a burst of pride, a small smile playing on her lips. In truth, it was a discarded strategy to shift her responsibilities onto the boy's shoulders; the better he became, the more time she'd have to slack off. Hopefully, one day, he'd cease being a substandard butler and become something she could actually call useful.
"It's a fancy way of saying you're not going to lift a finger today..." Subaru muttered through gritted teeth.
"Watch your tongue, Barusu, or it will turn into fertilizer," she retorted, catching his words with her sharp hearing. His tongue was always sharp, though over time he had learned to distinguish when he was joking and when it was better to keep his mouth shut.
—By the way, that reminded Ram of something, you also have to take care of the garden maintenance today.
Subaru bit his tongue to keep from spitting out the poison stuck in his throat. His gaze shifted to the window; the sun was at its zenith, the air shimmering with the stifling heat that threatened to turn the garden into an oven.
He turned to look at Ram with the face of a scolded dog; she didn't buy his attempt to elicit pity so that she would take pity on his soul. After all, making others feel sorry for him was a natural talent of Subaru's. Still with his arms crossed, with an expression that seemed to judge him for the fact of poisoning the air with his presence, the boy had to resign himself and accept that he was not going to be saved from that hell.
"Think of Emilia-Tan's smile, Natsuki Subaru!"
The memory of his beloved's smile was the only thing that kept him determined to continue. With a sigh, he returned to cleaning. As the weeks passed, his skills had improved, but he always received some criticism from Ram.
The hours passed, and with them, the sun finally dipped below the horizon. Subaru wandered the mansion's halls like a living dead man, his face marked by burns from being under the scorching sun all day; even moving his neck caused him excruciating pain.
I had had near-death experiences before, but at least in those cases the pain eventually ended and I felt a little relief after coming back, but in this case the pain was constant and annoying.
—You look pathetic, i suppose.
Her intention to enter her room and fall asleep, even while still wearing her uniform, was thwarted. Instead, the space opened onto an immense library, filled with shelves that seemed to stretch on forever. Thousands of old, dusty books, their Lugunian titles making her unwilling to even consider reading them, filled the place with the scent of musty paper and the feeling that this place was frozen in time.
In the center of the Forbidden Library, a small girl with golden hair, gathered in two elaborate braids that resembled drills, watched with evident annoyance. She wore a pompous dress in shades of pink and white. In her hands she held a volume wider than her own shoulders, and her pupils, with their characteristic butterfly shape, abandoned their reading to glare at him.
—I'm glad to see you too, Beako
Despite the fatigue he carried on his shoulders, a small smile appeared on his face as he approached the center of the room, just to enjoy one of his favorite activities, annoying the great spirit of the forbidden library.
She, of course, knew his intentions; too many times, despite hiding the entrance to the library again, he found a way to return, sometimes even on his first attempt.
He raised a hand in front of her, like a barrier preventing her from getting any closer. Under normal circumstances, Subaru would ignore that gesture and rush to embrace her even if his back was burning from the day's exertion; however, he already knew the fear of his mana being forcibly extracted from his body, sending a shiver down his spine as he imagined that in that state, it would be fatal.
—Okay, okay, personal space...
He raised his hands as if an officer were pointing a loaded gun at him, terrified by the idea of being completely drained of his energy by the spirit, who had a fleeting smile of satisfaction as he managed to stop the boy's advances.
Finally, Beatrice under his arm, although Subaru still had that feeling that it wasn't a good idea to invade her personal space, at least not yet, he knew it was just a matter of time before she started to be more open.
—You look pathetic, i suppose
"You said it twice!" the boy retorted upon hearing that comment for the second time. Although he pretended to be hurt and annoyed, the moments when he joked with Beatrice brought a small fragment of his soul back to his body.
Beatrice, for her part, although she disliked the idea, had begun to slightly enjoy Subaru's sense of humor and his company, of course, things she would never openly admit.
"I'm simply stating the facts. You should be grateful for Betty's hospitality," she declared. "The smell of witches is unpleasant enough, and now you're filling Betty's sanctuary with the smell of something burning, too."
As he spoke, he closed his book with a sharp thud and stepped down from his chair. He went to one of the bookshelves to carefully place the volume in its designated spot, before walking a few steps to his right in search of a new one.
—Don't blame me! Ram has been very irritable lately. This morning she hit me with the broom for, according to her, "looking at her inappropriately while she was cleaning." Look at this, I still have the bump!
Subaru pointed to his head in indignation. Perhaps he had glanced at her slightly out of the corner of his eye, but it was only for an instant. He was hoping for at least a hint of sympathy from the little librarian, who didn't even deign to turn her head, although she already had an idea of why the demon maid was so irritable; after all, nothing escaped her notice inside the mansion.
Still without answering, she finally spotted the volume she was looking for, though due to her short stature she stood on tiptoe and took small hops to reach it. Even so, before her fingers could touch the leather cover, the burned butler pulled it from the shelf, leaving the book within reach of the spirit girl. Although she took the book from him, she offered no thanks; instead, she returned to her seat and immersed herself in her reading once more.
—As Betty said, it's already kind enough to allow you to be here, so I'd prefer you refrain from complaining about your work environment, in fact.
Subaru sighed, staying by her side for a few moments, allowing the library a few moments of peace, which Subaru himself ended up interrupting when he spoke to her again.
"By the way... Do you think you could help me with this?" the boy asked, pointing a finger at his face, red from sunburn.
The spirit didn't even look up from its reading, taking a moment to answer before turning to the next page. "Unfortunately for you, Betty can't perform cosmetic surgery."
"The burns, I mean the burns!" Subaru snorted loudly almost instantly while continuing to emphasize his face with his finger.
"You're quite noisy, i suppose." The librarian's response was immediate as she slammed her book shut, finally looking at the boy for a few moments.
Finally, as if resigned, he sighed as he extended his index finger towards the butler. For a moment, he felt as if he would send him flying towards the door. Instead, a faint flash of light appeared on his finger. At the same time, the pain in his face slowly subsided. He could feel the burns slowly healing and the natural color of his skin returning to normal.
A sigh of relief escaped the boy's lips as he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, until it abruptly stopped. He still had a feeling of pain in his face and the back of his neck, but it was more manageable, I would even say a difference from before. He could fall asleep without dying of pain in the process.
"Don't get your hopes up that Betty will completely heal you, i suppose." Before the boy could speak, she had already returned to her reading, completely ignoring him while one of her hands made a repetitive motion, like the one you'd make to shoo away an annoying dog. "Now that you have what you wanted, stop bothering Betty," the little spirit declared.
Subaru, far from heeding her warnings, slumped down on the carpet, leaning his back against Beatrice's chair leg.
"You're a tough nut to crack, Beako," he said, letting out a relaxed chuckle. "But thanks. Seriously. If I show up molting tomorrow, Ram will make me sweep my own scales up the hall."
Beatrice didn't answer, but the pace at which the pages were turned slowed slightly. Silence once again filled the library; usually heavy and suffocating, but for the first time that day, it felt like a refuge.
"What are you reading?" Subaru asked, craning his neck to try and see the book, though it wasn't as if he could read that advanced form of writing; he could barely understand simple stories. "Don't tell me it's '101 Ways to Kick an Annoying Butler Out of Your Library.' Because if it is, I'm on chapter three and I already know the ending."
"It's the second edition, actually," she replied without looking at him, though she made no move to take the book out of her sight. "Perhaps I should try the new methods in this version."
Subaru remained silent for a moment, processing the events. Had Beatrice played a joke? Or was this just her usual sarcasm? He was about to joke about it himself, but he changed his mind when he imagined Beatrice would keep her word and blow him up outside her library.
Outside the library, the mansion's corridors were shrouded in gloom. The night's silence was broken only by the echo of light footsteps on the wooden floorboards: the figure of the pink-haired demon maid was advancing toward Roswaal's study.
Her steps were light, the echo they generated didn't travel far before fading away, even in that darkness, she maintained her posture with her head held high, for anyone who saw her, it would be impossible to deny that she was a beauty, just like her beloved twin, however, there were a couple of differences between the two of them.
Aside from the fact that their hair color gave them away, something that could easily help differentiate them was the size of their breasts. On the one hand, Rem, the blue-haired maid, despite being indifferent to her body and proportions, could attract any attention with a huge pair of breasts, enormous mammary tanks that competed with the size of her own head, both firm and proud, which seemed to defy gravity with the slightest movement of the maid. On more than one occasion they had proven to be a hindrance, although for Ram, they were a great source of envy.
On the other hand, Ram did not have that condition, unlike her younger sister, her chest was practically flat, however, she too could have her charms, the world is cruel, but not unfair, all the charm that was not in her chest seemed to go elsewhere, like when a gamer prefers to have 100 attack points and 5 in Defense.
And in this case, those "Points of attack" were a HUGE ass in her rear, two enormous buttocks that were barely contained by the maid's outfit, which had to be modified every few months since, to top it all off, they had not yet reached the peak of their development, more than once she had ended up tearing her maid's outfit when sitting down and the fabric could not support her rear end.
Each step she took was followed by an involuntary movement of her hips that caused the tempting sway of those forbidden fruits, although she did not admit it, not even to her younger sister, she felt a Love-Hate for their great development, if only they were able to capture the attention of their lord, and not of a bunch of men (and women) who violated her with their gaze, including the most recent member of staff, and that on more than one occasion, she had to give those people a beating.
Upon arrival, knock firmly twice on the door.
—Mr. Roswaal, Ram is here for the mana transfer session.
After a few seconds of dense silence, a melodious voice, distorted by an artificial intonation, answered from within.
—You can come in... ~
With permission granted, Ram crossed the threshold. Seated behind his desk was the clown, her master, his gaze fixed on what she considered the root of all evil: the Gospel. That book, Roswaal's incarnate obsession, lay on the table. The Margrave's smile remained undisturbed, despite the maid's judgmental stare. He was fully aware of the hatred she harbored for the Gospel; perhaps the only thing that could rival it was the profound hatred her twin sister felt for the witch's cult.
—Ooh, punctual as always, my dear Raaam... ~ —exclaimed Roswaal, making an exaggerated gesture with his hand as he stepped aside to make room for her— We can begin, it's not nice to keep a lady waiting... is it?
With permission granted, the maid approached and took her usual seat on the Margrave's lap, her ample buttocks almost immediately filling the space. There were a few moments of silence as she waited, her gaze fixed on the window, which offered a direct view of the full moon. Finally, the clown's hand moved to the small, sensitive stump on the girl's forehead, the place where the promise of "The Incarnation of the Oni God" had once resided.
At the touch, Ram closed her eyes, relaxing her body. A shiver ran down her spine as Roswaal's mana began to flow into her body, a feeling of renewal washing over her along with the mana that recharged her.
—Hmm... ~ It feels like life is coming back to you, doesn't it? —Roswaal whispered close to her ear, with that voice that always seemed to be teasing her about a private joke
The pink-haired maid kept her eyes closed, enduring the surge of energy that made her feel whole and, in turn, was extremely pleasurable; if not controlled, there was a possibility of staining her master's lap.
"It's enough... to fulfill my duties, Mr. Roswaal," she managed to articulate as she felt her reserves fill up and the inside of her thighs burn. The transfer rate also slowly slowed to zero, just as the Margrave withdrew his hand, leaving the tingling sensation still visible on the maid's body.
—Ooh, your "duties"... Always so diligent, Raaam. Tell me... how's our guest progressing? Subaru-kun seems to be striving to earn his place in an... admirable way. I hope the Gospel didn't omit any details of his clumsiness...~
Ram regained his composure, although his cheeks still retained a faint trace of color, comparable to that of his eyes.
—Barusu is incompetent, just as expected —She replied in her usual dry tone—Fortunately, he can still be used for heavy labor.
—Okay, okay~ Then we can continue with the next part...~—A somewhat unsettling laugh escaped her lips as Ram's face turned a very obvious red again.
"As you wished, Mr. Roswaal..." She maintained her composure as she rose from his lap, then turned and knelt in the space between the Margrave's legs.
Roswaal, for his part, watched with a smile as the maid slowly used her hands to remove the expensive garments from her lower body, the only support offered being to lift her hips for a moment to allow the garment to be removed more easily, finally falling to the height of her ankles.
The maid's heart was beating very intensely; she could feel its rhythm in her own neck.
As he removed the last layer of clothing, something appeared... Disappointing. It wasn't the virility he had expected the first time Roswaal had given him the order to do "That." Rather, it was something that was barely comparable to the thickness and length of one of his fingers. The first time, he could hardly help but show a small and fleeting expression of disappointment, but he had begun to get used to it.
—With your permission, Ram will begin...—These were the maid's words as she brought her face closer, her nose immediately catching the subtle, almost imperceptible scent she had.
Her mouth opened and the Margrave's small member disappeared inside her; the maid's head movement was gentle, as were the circular movements of her tongue around the glans.
As he did so, he looked up, hoping, no, rather, wishing to see even a small expression of pleasure on his master's face; instead, his view of his face was obstructed by the cover of the gospel.
...
He was reading the gospel, that cursed book, the root of all evil.
He did it while she humiliated herself in that way; she wasn't even able to hear a single sound coming from him, any possible closeness was cut off by that thing.
Even in her role as an obedient maid, she felt offended by those actions; however, before she could even complain, she felt a small weight fall into her mouth, and in addition to that, a bitter taste covered her tongue. She opened her eyes slightly in surprise, but as on other occasions, it had not lasted long.
He stepped back a little, looking up again, hoping for at least a small glance, but not even that was given to him.
He swallowed what he had in his mouth and got up from between her legs, wiping his lips with a handkerchief.
—That would be all~ You can leave~ dear Ram...~ —Those were Roswaal's words, still not looking her in the eyes, focused more on the book in his hands, not even paying attention to the fact that his pants were still on the floor.
The maid offered a small bow before leaving the room, but not before casting one last glance, a glance that was not returned. That man, even at that moment, was still obsessed with achieving that dream he so desired. Why had he ordered her to do it in the first place? It was a question that probably would not have an answer.
She walked once more through the silent corridors of the mansion, hoping to finally reach her room.
During the course, the maid's face could be clearly seen displeased; her normally indifferent expression now showed a new one of displeasure, further decorated with the pink color of her cheeks, and it was no wonder, for weeks she had been doing that for Lord Roswaal, however it was always something short and momentary, although in a way it was her wish come true, she was not able to enjoy it as she would have liked.
"Stupid Mr. Roswaal..." Ram muttered to herself as she
Upon entering his room, he locked his door, sat on his bed while looking at the floor, and began to remove his uniform, carefully hanging it up for the next day.
The day had been especially hot, even at that time of night, so she decided to sleep in just her underwear that night.
As she prepared to lie down, she looked at herself in the mirror. The pink underwear she was wearing accentuated her figure and complemented her natural beauty.
She herself was unable to ignore a small damp stain in the deepest part of her underwear, caused by the transfer and "service" to her master.
Her hands ran over her chest; she knew it was far from as striking as her sister's. Was that the problem? Was her body the problem? Perhaps if she possessed her twin's attributes, she might be viewed more favorably by Lord Roswaal.
For a moment, the memory of her lord's endowment crossed her mind. Frankly, she couldn't lie to herself; it was small, much smaller than her imagination and fantasies had led her to believe. She would have said that it didn't matter to her, that love doesn't see such things, if it weren't for the fact that, despite this condition, Roswaal had the audacity to despise the maiden who was willing to give him everything.
He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling; the only source of light in the room was the light from a couple of candles on the table beside his bed.
—Tsk...
She couldn't fall asleep; the candle had slowly burned down until it was almost gone, and she was there, tossing and turning in her bed while feeling utterly outraged.
She didn't know when it had started, at what point her thighs had begun to rub against each other, or when she had slipped her underwear down until it was only tucked into one of her legs at the ankle.
—A-ammgh...
A subtle, controlled gasp escaped from her lips the moment he touched one of her sensitive areas, causing an involuntary movement of her thighs.
At first they were soft and superficial touches, but slowly they had begun to become more intense; her intimacy had become wet enough to allow his fingers to slide inside, caressing her inner folds, rubbing the sensitive areas that repeated similar experiences had taught him to stimulate in order to reach orgasm.
However... Unfortunately, it seemed to be one of those occasions where, despite wanting it intensely, I was unable to savor the relief of orgasm.
Her fingers had gone numb, her breathing was still heavy, she was completely sweaty and had probably wet her sheets, but she was unable to come.
With resignation and irritation, she withdrew her wet fingers from her vagina, bringing her arm to her face to cover it with her forearm. Three days, three days in which, despite trying, she had not succeeded, days in which her mood was at rock bottom, was the reason why she had been so harsh with the most recent addiction to the mansion staff.
-Damn...
The gasping had stopped, but the burning sensation she felt between her thighs did not leave her.
Finally, she sat on the edge of the bed, noticing herself covered in sweat and her thighs sticky; she couldn't just go to sleep like this.
She got up and put her underwear back on, even though it was soaked; she didn't like the idea of going around without it.
She took a change of clothes from her wardrobe and left her room, heading to the bathroom. She usually went there at night, since she had the spacious bathroom all to herself and could take as much time as she wanted.
Meanwhile, in the forbidden library.
"Enough! Leave Betty alone, i suppose!" It was the shout that echoed as the figure of a boy dressed as a butler was thrown forcefully until the wall behind him stopped him, and before he could say anything, the door closed, leaving the boy outside the library.
The boy got up feeling a little sore; maybe it had been a bad idea to hold the drills of the spirit Loli.
After getting up, she opened the same door again; this time it led to her room. There wasn't a library guarded by a tsundere loli with drills.
She entered the room, taking off her uniform, although as she raised her arms she realized that sweating so much from the heat hadn't left her with the best body odor.
—Change of plans! I'll take a glorious shower and then go to sleep thinking about Emilia-Tan's sweet arms.
With that said, he set off for the bathroom with a towel and his tracksuit on, then cursed under his breath since the next day he would have to wash his uniform first thing or else he would receive another reprimand for "Taking into Margrave Roswaal's Image".
Upon entering the bathroom, he began to take off his clothes. He was about to put them with the other clothes that were to be washed the next day, but he stopped before dropping the shirt into the basket.
Inside the wooden basket, above all the other clothes, as if deliberately trying to attract her attention, were a pair of white panties. Normally, they wouldn't catch her eye; she was used to seeing underwear. But what caught her attention was the fact that these had a very obvious stain in the lower area that made the fabric a little darker and caused it to have slight shines in the light.
"No, stop, Natsuki Subaru! You're better than this! Don't do it!"
While the angel on his shoulder was telling him to have some dignity, the devil on the opposite shoulder had already taken control of his body.
Now in his hand was that piece of cloth that had witnessed who knew what sins, as if dignity had abandoned his body, replaced by the instincts and hormones of a teenager, he brought that cloth to his nose, taking a deep and slow breath.
"Well, there's no doubt about it... I've fallen very low..."
The smell was... new to him, it was soft and subtle, musky and slightly acidic, and although he couldn't understand it, strangely addictive, he wasn't able to be satisfied, of course, it soon took effect on his own body.
The erection hadn't taken long to appear; the sensation of doing something that was clearly very wrong, mixed with the sensory stimulation from the smell of that underwear, made little Subaru Jr. happy.
On the other side of the door leading into the bathroom, the demon maid was submerged up to her neck in the water, her gaze lost on some irrelevant point on the wall. "Stupid Mr. Roswaal..." she muttered as she sank deeper underwater, until the heat of the bathroom reached the point where it overwhelmed her.
She emerged from the water, her body glistening as she made her way to the door.
The door handle turned, immediately catching the attention of the boy on the other side. Unfortunately, his brain didn't have enough time to think of a possible correct reaction or any way to disguise what he was doing.
The door opened, the maid's red eyes met the boy's brown ones.
He looked at her, he looked at him, without either of them saying a word.
She noticed what he was doing, using her underwear as material for his depraved fantasies.
Her gaze swept over the entire scene, that stupid boy, with one hand holding his underwear to his face, and with the other holding his... thing... Her eyes involuntarily lingered on it for longer than she would like to admit.
In short... The difference in size between Roswaal and Subaru was noticeable, not to say humiliatingly enormous. On one hand, the Margrave barely reached the size of the maid's slender fingers, and on the other hand, what she had in front of her rivaled the size of her arm.
While she was lost in those vulgar and involuntary thoughts, the sharp-eyed boy had remained silent; from the moment the door opened, only a couple of seconds had passed, but they felt like an eternity.
And if he already had enough nails in his coffin, it was also necessary to bury him.
His masturbation using the underwear, which he now knew belonged to her, had brought him to the limit. Before either of them could say anything, his member throbbed violently as a white jet shot out under pressure in the direction he was looking, which was none other than Ram's body.
—A-ah... —No words came out of her mouth, the maid looked down, her body, naked and freshly bathed and immaculate, was now covered by that white, thick and smelly liquid that filled her nostrils with a strong and bitter smell.
She slowly raised her gaze, meeting the eyes of the boy who now seemed like a statue, already resigned to the fact that she would have to repeat a new loop because of not controlling her carnal desires.
He closed his eyes, awaiting his fate. Perhaps she would be merciful and cut off his head with her magic; it would be a quick death with minimal pain. Or, on the contrary, she would consider his actions something that deserved divine-level punishment and use her Oni strength to beat him until he was unrecognizable. He saw the second option as more likely.
A few seconds passed that felt like an eternity to him, his head still resting on his head and his bones still uncrushed. Was he perhaps thinking about the most appropriate way to execute him?
He slowly opened his eyes, fearful of the consequences, but his curiosity about why he still had his head had overcome him. And there, amidst the steam rising from the bathroom, was that pink flower, its face twisted in an angry expression, its teeth partially visible, a gaze that judged his entire family tree. Its porcelain skin was glistening, probably from just getting out of the water, though covered with several spurts of semen he had accidentally released. And despite looking at him as if she wanted to execute him right there, she still hadn't done anything, not even when he opened his eyes again, his underwear still near his face.
I look at her more closely, noticing that her face was completely red like a tomato, so much so that it matched the color of her eyes, her fists clenched at her sides until her knuckles were white.
And finally, one of them had the decency to break the thick ice that had formed in the bathroom.
—I'm sorry!—The pervert's forehead hit the ground so hard it left a crack, kneeling in his naked state while he babbled some unintelligible excuse.
Meanwhile, she watched from above the pleas coming from the pathetic boy. One of her hands touched his chest, one of the areas where the whitish liquid had fallen, and she realized how ridiculously thick and potent it was. Perhaps taking advantage of the fact that his gaze was on the ground, she took a small sample from the tip of her finger and brought it to his mouth.
And then, the switch on his self-control flipped.
The scene changed; the bathroom wasn't the most optimal place to carry out the... "punishment," and instead, it was in his room, though not alone. On the floor, sitting on his knees with the face of a child caught stealing candy, was Subaru, with a mark on his face in the shape of a hand. He had received a rather hard slap before being dragged there. He had been denied the possibility of getting dressed or even covering himself, a small taste of his punishment.
On the bed, sitting with a gaze that judged her existence, was the lady he had stained in the bathroom, dressed only in a towel.
There was a silence that could rival that which you might find in a cemetery. Ram expected some desperate attempt from the boy to save his skin, perhaps a very elaborate excuse or more apologies that would have no weight whatsoever in whether his life was spared or not.
But before he could try to justify his actions, or at least try to say a few last words, Ram threw something at his face. As he used his hands to pull it out of his eyes, he saw that it was the same pair of panties he had used earlier to masturbate.
"Do it again." That was all the beautiful pink-haired girl said.
He was ready to refuse and ask why she would want him to do it again, but he saw her eyes sharp as knives, like a warning that she wouldn't accept "No" for an answer, and he felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck as he felt threatened in that way.
He finally agreed, starting to sniff the garment in his hand again, which caused a new erection that soon received the attention of one of his hands while Ram watched from above as he became an animal in heat.
It was difficult for him to do, well, that, with someone in front of him; he still felt enormous tension, but he couldn't complain, it was his fault, and in one way or another, being seen like that was extremely stimulating, even though he hated to admit it.
"Disgusting." That's what she said, which for a moment caused the boy to stop while making eye contact with her, to which she responded with a murderous glare. "Did Ram say you should stop?"
"Shit..." That was something the boy thought as he wondered why the hell being in that position and being treated that way was so... exciting.
He moved his hand again, stimulating his cock once more under Ram's fixed gaze, a gaze now adorned with a beautiful pink color on his cheeks.
And he continued, increasing the speed of his hand as he felt he was again approaching the relief of climax. It wasn't difficult for Ram to notice that; his hands moving faster, his breathing quickening, the involuntary movements of his hips—everything indicated that he was about to do it.
And just before it happened, at the moment I felt like I was about to do it.
COUP
Subaru's chin lifted at least 10 centimeters when an elegantly aimed kick struck his jaw, completely preventing him from reaching paradise. Of course, it was quite obvious who had been responsible for such an attack. Recovering from that blow, with his jaw still aching, he looked at the pink-haired girl, who was looking with an annoyed expression.
"Ram doesn't remember giving you permission to do 'That,' does she? Or have you not learned your lesson and are now trying to soil Ram's pristine bedroom floor?" Her leg was now raised, pointing directly at Subaru's face. Unbeknownst to him, Ram was actually giving him a glimpse of her thighs beneath her towel. Fortunately, he was smart enough to know better than to comment on it.
—I-I'm sorry-
-Be quiet.
He couldn't even speak before she interrupted him, knowing that at that moment he was completely at the mercy of his superior, he had no choice but to remain silent.
The foot that a moment ago had been pointed menacingly at his neck slowly moved down until it reached his crotch. For an instant, he feared for Subaru Jr.'s life, but he forced himself to remain silent as his foot fell onto the shaft of his member, being partially covered by his foot. It was surprisingly soft and warm, but it exerted a pressure that he could barely bear, letting out a small groan of pain that earned him a look of contempt from Ram.
His foot moved painfully slowly, up and down over his penis, which remained rock hard. His expression was still one of obvious hatred and anger, but the line of his eyes fell directly on his penis and the way it reacted to the slightest touch or brush it received from his foot. He looked up, making eye contact with the pervert.
Subaru, well, he was... Holding on, he had the face he had imagined, with an expression worthy of a pervert, drooling and panting like an animal in heat, leaning on his hands so he could make shameless movements with his hips to continue receiving the stimulation of the sole of his foot. If you asked Subaru, he would totally deny having any foot fetish, it was simply inevitable not to feel pleasure when he was stimulated in that way, and those looks from Ram in one way or another also affected him.
I didn't even know what was worse anymore, having a fetish for the feet of a fat-assed tsundere maid, or feeling aroused by the hateful and contemptuous looks of the aforementioned.
Some involuntary gasps escaped his lips as he tried to avoid eye contact; the pressure had begun to ease, so it wasn't painful, he just felt bad, morally speaking, physically speaking, he felt divine, although then he remembered that in fact, Ram wouldn't let him come so easily.
Again he felt that he was getting close to climaxing, his loud gasps and the way his penis throbbed were signs that he couldn't control and that Ram took advantage of, just when he was on the verge of climax, she denied him again by stopping.
He clenched his hands in frustration, and when he looked up, his gaze met Ram's red eyes, who had a very subtle smile; he was enjoying seeing him despair, that was his punishment.
And the torture continued, he was constantly pushed to the limit and the doors were always closed in his face before he could come, at one point he even tried to use his own hands but she kicked them away.
"Don't even think about it, Barusu," the maid scolded as she resumed the movement of her foot on his crotch, increasing the pressure she had previously eased, a warning that if she wanted, she could crush his family jewels.
A small groan of frustration escaped him as his torture resumed; he was able to see for a moment a sadistic and satisfied smile coming from Ram; you didn't have to be a genius to understand that she was enjoying torturing him.
Subaru closed his eyes, trying to restrain himself from that stimulation. What he hadn't foreseen was the addiction of Ram's other foot, which now together held the shaft of his penis and moved so slowly that it was cruel.
"What a pathetic expression, Barusu." Ram scolded the boy, still maintaining the cruelly slow movement of his feet, slow enough to keep him hard, but not fast enough to allow him to come. "You're panting and writhing like an animal. Ram knows that every part of his body is perfect, but acting like this just because of his feet is hard to watch, even for me."
He looked into her eyes, maintaining eye contact even though her eyes were teary at that point, even though her face was expressionless, he could see in her eyes how she rejoiced at having him under her feet, literally and figuratively.
"You're despicable, Barusu," the maid declared as her feet moved with greater intensity, pressing on the weak points she had discovered during Subaru's long punishment.
He gasped again; being pushed to the limit time and time again had heightened his sensitivity, so bringing him back to the brink of climax wasn't too difficult. He had already resigned himself to the fact that she wouldn't allow it, but he still harbored the hope that she would finally allow it.
In a desperate attempt to achieve this, he spoke to the maid in a broken voice, which sounded more like a desperate plea.
—I-I'm sorry... I'm really sorry!... P-please let me cum now... —She looked into her superior's eyes, who only returned her gaze, without giving an answer, but the movement of her feet became faster and she brought one of her hands to her face, trying to hide her triumphant smile.
—Hmmm! It seems you're beyond help... You're just a disgusting lost cause... Ram should probably consider downgrading your rank from "Useless Butler" to "Perverted Pig."
The pervert wasn't even listening; he was so desperate to cum that all he could do was watch the hypnotic movement of her feet covered in her fluids.
Finally, she decided it was time to end the punishment, at least for the moment; it had nothing to do with the fact that her feet were starting to cramp up, not at all!
She continued without slowing down at any point, pushing the boy to the limit, to the point where she felt every throb in his penis. Unlike the previous times, she didn't stop; she kept moving her feet faster and faster until she heard a moan escape the boy. The doors had finally opened for him after so many times they had been denied. So much accumulated distraction had caused his ejaculation to come out with enormous force this time. Continuous jets of semen came out of his penis, which were caught under the soles of his feet. Had they not been controlled at the moment of their release, there was a possibility that they would have stained the ceiling due to the force with which they were shot.
After a minute of rest where his breathing finally calmed down, the boy frowned at the maid, who was looking down at him with an expression he couldn't quite understand yet.
—After everything that happened, Ram thought you'd have the decency to at least give a warning. I see I overestimated your abilities, Barusu.
He withdrew his feet from his crotch, both feet completely covered in the potent semen of the boy who had been forced to abstain at the moment of ejaculation.
"I-I... I'm sorry..." That was all he could manage to say as he stared at the ground. It was difficult for him to meet her eyes at that moment. What was he supposed to do? What kind of relationship would they have from now on?
"I don't care... Just go." The maid's response was immediate, direct, and sharp, as she expelled the still-naked boy from her room.
After making him leave, she took a cloth handkerchief from her nightstand, using it to clean her feet of the evidence of the crime that had occurred in the room. Seeing the stained cloth, she hesitated for a few seconds, unsure what to do with it. She looked around, as if doubting the privacy of her own room, before shaking her head and throwing the handkerchief in the trash. She wasn't going to stoop that low; it was a punishment, nothing more. She only let him do it because his face was pathetic and her feet were tired from moving so much.
Subaru, meanwhile, had to run through the corridors late at night to get to his room because he hadn't had the chance to put on clothes at any point.
He lay down on the bed shortly afterwards, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do from that moment on, she had the feeling that it would not be the last time she would be in that position.
The next day arrived quickly; Subaru had had trouble falling asleep the night before, so it was difficult for him to get out of bed when Rem's sweet voice called from the other side.
"Subaru-kun? It's time to start... Do you need my help?" Rem spoke from the other side of the door in a slightly worried tone. He was many things, but at least she knew he was punctual most of the time.
"N-no! Okay! I'm coming out now..." the boy replied hurriedly as he got up and looked for his uniform to change, with a confused Rem only responding with a "Okay," before the sound of his footsteps began to disappear in the distance.
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The hours passed as the boy tried to continue his daily tasks, cleaning, cooking, etc., all while behind him was Ram, watching him do his chores and taking any opportunity to reprimand him for doing his job badly, and contrary to normal, Subaru did not respond much or complain, apparently what happened the night before made him more submissive.
"You're doing it wrong, Barusu," she scolded, seeing that he still wasn't able to clean the vases properly. The maid approached, annoyed, snatching the feather duster from the boy's hands and cleaning correctly. Subaru, for his part, moved slightly back to get a better view, and also to get out of the danger zone where he could be hit for doing his job badly.
From behind, he watched Ram doing what he was supposed to be doing; the swinging of her hand with the cloth caused her entire body to follow that movement, culminating in an involuntary hip movement that was impossible for Subaru to ignore, his gaze fixed on the demon maid's buttock movement.
Ram frowned as she felt a lewd stare on her. "Ram can feel a pervert's gaze on her. Hasn't Barusu learned his lesson yet?" she said, turning to look at him. The boy tried to stammer an excuse about just watching her clean, but Ram didn't believe a word of it.
I looked him up and down, noticing soon after that he was having a rather large erection that was barely contained by his pants.
And suddenly his gaze was now also on her neck, wondering how difficult it must be to cut it with wind magic.
Again, he was there trying to justify himself and explain why he was getting an erection from seeing Ram doing the job that was supposed to be his.
"Shut up! And get that stupid thing out of your pants before Ram cuts it off." She cut off any attempt the boy made to apologize or justify his erection before he even opened his mouth.
He obeyed as he lowered his pants until they fell to his ankles, exposing his penis, now fully erect and expelling his pre-semen from the tip. The smell reached Ram, who could only look at his crotch with disgust and blush.
"You have absolutely no shame..." she declared, arms crossed, though her flushed cheeks somewhat undermined her authority. "However... That... Is an impediment to the work..."
—I-if you'd let me go to the bathroom I-
"I haven't finished speaking, Barusu." Ram interrupted the boy's attempts to escape. "Ram is going to fix... that... And then Barusu will take care of all of Ram's chores for the rest of the day while she disinfects her body, is that clear?"
Subaru swallowed hard as he listened to her words. On one hand, he would receive "help" with his situation, on the other, he would have to do all the work that Ram was supposed to do that day. Well, it's not like she did too much, but it was still the work of two people on her shoulders.
Before he could say anything, Ram was already locking the door; it would be an awkward situation if his sister saw them.
Then I turned to look at him as he was placing one of his hands on his hip, hooking his underwear with his thumb and pulling the garment down until the black underwear he was wearing fell to the floor, then, with an elegant movement, he took the garment from his feet until he had it in his hands, approaching him until finally he was in front of him.
"One word of this to my sister, or to any living being for that matter, and your filthy balls will be rolling on the ground," Ram warned as his hand wrapped his underwear around his penis, avoiding direct contact between his hand and Subaru's.
With that said, he began to move his hand over the butler's penis, which soon stained with its disgusting fluids the elegant garment that Ram had been wearing a few moments ago. Of course, after that, that underwear should be incinerated, as there was no possibility that it could be used again after that.
"Despicable..." the demon maid whispered, her hand never slowing its rhythm. She was so close she could hear the other's gasps. "Just do it already, Ram doesn't have all day."
Despite his words of contempt and the harshness of his tone of voice, the movement of his hand was surprisingly delicate and gentle, which was taking the boy to paradise with each touch he received. In his mind, he came to the conclusion that it was perfect, if it weren't for that "You're worse than an insect" look from his superior.
Ram was very close, slightly leaning forward to better control her hand. The scent of her hair reached the boy, intoxicating him, and he soon reached the brink of orgasm again. He had learned his lesson the night before, and with a small gasp, he called the demon's attention.
—I-I'm sorry... I'm going to... —She didn't finish her sentence, not that it was necessary, it only took her an instant to understand what she meant, and to the boy's surprise, she moved her soft hand faster, completely impregnating her panties and part of her hand with the fluids that soaked through the thin fabric.
Her legs trembled as she began to ejaculate, a jet of fluid shot from the tip, instantly stopped by her underwear, covering the inside of her underwear with another fluid even thicker than the previous one.
"What the hell is this... It's even worse than last night... This perverted pig..." the maid thought, slowly withdrawing her hand and the Underwear from the boy's penis, which, despite everything, was still partially erect. "That's it... Now you'll also have to do Ram's chores today." She tried to speak in the most natural tone possible, although it seemed softer than usual.
—O-of course... Ermm... T-thanks... —Subaru tried to break the ice, but was silenced and taken out of the room by Ram so he could start working.
That had probably been his most expensive wank so far; one erection had cost him the job of two people that day.
—What a disaster... Restarting feels more and more tempting...
As she walked away to start her work, Ram stayed in the room, staring at the underwear in her hands more than usual. She looked around, as if there was a possibility of being watched somehow. After confirming the obvious, she brought the underwear to her nose and began to smell it. The strong, musky scent filled her nose; it felt more potent than any alcohol she had ever tasted before.
"What am I supposed to be doing...?" That was the question that crossed her mind as her free hand slowly slid down to her thighs and then, going under her skirt until it touched her lips, she was surprised to realize that she was completely soaked down there.
She hated herself for being excited about having done... that with that pervert, but no self-reproach stopped her fingers. Normally she usually had to take her time before she could insert her fingers, but on this occasion, it seemed that she had gotten wet enough that it wasn't difficult for two of her fingers to go in.
Her gasps were stifled with difficulty as her fingers still explored her inner folds, rubbing the areas she knew perfectly; so many nights getting to know her body had given her a mental map of her own erogenous zones.
Although strangely, it felt different than usual. Was it perhaps because he was using a different kind of "material"?
For a moment, she felt disgusted by the idea, but she focused all her willpower on ignoring it and carried on. She had reached the point where she had to sit down in one of the chairs because her legs had begun to lose strength. She moved her fingers forcefully over her vagina, to the point that a wet sound could be heard inside the room, which luckily was muffled by the walls, while the source of her sweet moans was covered with the same underwear as before. It seemed that she no longer cared about the fact that they were dirty with semen, she only cared about the relief of orgasm.
And that relief seemed to finally reach her; she recognized the familiar feeling of when her run was near, the idea of finally doing it after several days in which she was unable to do so was incentive enough to continue.
His middle and ring fingers went in and out of her vagina, while with his thumb he stimulated her clitoris. She had opened her legs to facilitate his access, and her gaze was lost somewhere in the room. For a moment, the image of her master next to her, which was always in her fantasies, had been replaced by the figure of a boy with black hair and a terrifying look.
She imagined herself controlling that man, denying him the possibility of orgasm until she was satisfied, forcing him to do things where his dignity would plummet.
She felt disgusted by the images in her mind, but they achieved their purpose and before she could get rid of those intrusive thoughts, her whole body tensed, her back arched and the inside of her intimacy contracted as orgasm arrived.
She stared at the ceiling with small tears at the corners of her eyes, breathing heavily and with her fingers numb after such an... intense session.
After recovering, she saw her wet fingers and in her other hand, her underwear soaked in semen, with the previous images still fresh in her mind.
—Ram is a lost cause....
With that conclusion in mind, she had to spend more time than she would like to admit cleaning up the mess she had made.