Chapter 107: Flancia Mansion (3)

She pulled down my pants with a stoic expression. My erect cock was straining against my underwear, threatening to burst through, and I stroked her head like I would a pet dog. The woman didn’t purr flirtatiously or smile at me. She simply pressed her straight nose against my cock with a blank face, as if doing only what was expected.

I quite liked the sensation of her sharp nose bridge bumping against my glans, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. Every time she exhaled, her warm breath sent heat rising through my body, like heating up a kettle.

“What’s your name?”

She didn’t answer my question. She merely gripped my underwear with her teeth, pulling downwards as if a beast craving mating. Bowing her head low, she dragged her stockings across the floor.

I shifted my legs to make it easier to remove my pants, which had been pulled down to my thighs. I kicked my fallen underwear aside into a corner, and the maid’s fingers wrapped around my cock. She tapped my cock with her fingers like she was reading braille, hesitated, then began to move, little by little.

Though her expression showed no sign of surprise, I could tell she’d been momentarily taken aback by my size. It was always a pleasure to see a woman flustered by a substantial piece of meat. She knew exactly how to work her fingers to give me pleasure. She squeezed and pulled my shaft as if trying to extract it, then smoothed her palm over it like stroking a head, pushing outwards fluidly.

And through it all, she remained expressionless. Her face didn’t betray a single emotion, repeating her mechanical movements as if a man ejaculating from her technique was the most natural thing in the world.

I enjoyed her handiwork, but I didn’t like her confident attitude or her unchanging expression.

Sex is communication. If it’s just about squirting and being done, can you really call it a relationship between human beings? Isn’t the perfect end to sex about hitting each other’s sweet spots, communicating through moans, and catching your breath while grinding sweat-soaked bodies on the mattress?

Casually wiping away semen, turning your head away coldly – that’s excretion, not sex.

Her beautiful blue hair cascaded down. I wanted to have sex with her.

I stroked the head of the maid, who was working her hand diligently. She remained silent, staring only at my cock as if indifferent to whatever I did. I grabbed her wrist to stop her from moving it further and forcibly pulled her onto the bed.

The maid looked at me with a puzzled expression, then, as if understanding, lifted her skirt. I saw her white pantyhose and palm-sized panties that barely covered her crotch. She tried to pull down her own stockings, but I grabbed her hand again.

A hint of annoyance flickered across her face before disappearing. But it didn’t matter. I buried my face in her chest, wrapped my arms around her waist, and laid her down on the bed.

“Haaah……”

I could clearly sense the emotion conveyed in that sigh. She expected nothing from me. She was convinced that no matter how hard I worked my hand, or how much I licked her like a dog, she wouldn’t feel a thing. And that sliver of defiant emotion only fueled my incubus spirit further. It was time to save her from the delusion that she was a woman who excelled at this kind of sex. I pulled down her panties and gave her a smirk. The maid glanced at me before turning her head away.

After confirming the maid and Evan had entered the room, the man spoke to the noblewoman.

“The operation has commenced. After the deed is done, she’ll scream, won’t she? Once that slave who’s completely wrapped up by that woman and can’t do anything is locked up in prison, we can pressure Isabel.”

“Hmph. Right, no matter how much she pretends to be noble and high-and-mighty. She’s nothing but a vulgar son of a bitch who jumps at any woman who spreads her legs.”

The noblewoman hadn’t forgotten Isabel’s audacity at dinner, when she’d turned the tables on them. To her, Isabel was always meant to be beneath her. For such a woman to even slightly retort in an argument was a challenge to her and an act of overstepping her bounds.

The man nodded to the noblewoman and said,

“Miss Isabel’s expression will be quite something to behold. She surely didn’t expect her husband to cause an incident like raping a maid the moment he arrived at this mansion.”

“Hmph, did you see how she was suppressing her anger after looking at us earlier? Even the way she was cutting the meat was so vulgar it ruined my appetite. I wish this could be over quickly so we can go back. Isabel seems to like vulgar men, so a hero’s family would suit her perfectly. In the end, it’s all a matter of fate. The more you dream beyond your station, the more miserable you become.”

The man nodded, then whispered as he glanced towards the room.

“By the way, where did you find such a woman? She’s not only stunningly beautiful, but her bedroom skills are incredible too; I’m quite curious.”

“She’s a woman trained by the Thieves Guild. If we pick up orphans and hand them over to the Thieves Guild, they train them into assassins for talented families like ours.”

The man nodded and spoke about Evan.

“If that young fellow had met nobles earlier, he could have grown up to be a fine assassin too. What a shame. Didn’t he end up falling into ruin as a sex offender just because he married Isabel?”

The noblewoman nodded in agreement.

“They say everything returns to where it belongs. In the end, that vulgar man is just getting caught in a vulgar trap and returning to the bottom. He probably won’t mind going to prison; he’ll know plenty of people there, won’t he? They’ll probably praise him there for using a knife like a true nobleman! Hohohoho!”

The man chuckled along with her cheerful laughter.

We were having sex, but I could hear impolite laughter from outside. I was consumed by a desire to conquer, and the woman was spreading her legs for me, her face flushed. Even the expressionless maid seemed capable of shame. When I lifted her skirt and made her spread her legs wide for me, she turned her head away and her lips twitched.

And even as my fingers traced her pussy and my tongue teased her clitoris, the maid merely blushed slightly, showing no other reaction. She remained stiff, her face set as if to say she was different from all the women I’d been with before. It felt like caressing a soft statue rather than a person; I almost wondered if she was dead. But her skin was warm, and when I inserted my fingers, she clenched tightly and secreted love juice.

There was no reaction beyond that. It was as if ice naturally melting into water; she seemed to produce fluids solely for the purpose of sex. Even when I thrust my fingers deep inside her, her hips only moved with my thrusts; she made no sound.

Sweat dripped from my forehead, and my pride was wounded.

“Seriously, this is all?”

“Am I really this inadequate?”

“For real?”

Finally, the woman, who had remained stiff as a board despite my ministrations, opened her mouth.

“Just… let me move.”

At those words, I shook my head more vigorously. I couldn’t possibly stand for the insulting implication that my clumsy technique couldn’t bring her to climax, and she just wanted me to cum quickly and get it over with. I am an incubus. A demon born for sex, and every woman I’d crushed beneath me had gone to heaven.

No one is perfect. No matter how well-trained or how promiscuously they’ve acted, everyone has a particular weakness. I slid my fingers into her cunt once more, moving them slowly and deliberately, and bit her nipple.

“Haaah……”

I ignored the maid’s sigh and her unpleasant expression, which seemed intended to induce impotence in me. Right now, I wanted to definitively conquer this woman. Because I’m an incubus. My fingers traced her entire body. My lips brushed her neck, grazed her breasts, and suckled her nipples. I caressed her earlobes, explored inside her ear with my tongue, and licked her armpits. I turned her body over and licked her anus, then traced my hand down her back to her waist.

“Now… may I move?”

But she looked at me as if unaffected and asked.

Seeing that look, which radiated a stubborn refusal to climax from my touch, I had to grit my teeth. I wanted to use my powers to mess with her mind, but my pride wouldn’t allow it. Should the demon of sex rely solely on powers? Only by being able to conquer a woman as stiff as wood without powers could I truly call myself a sex genius. I ignored her request and moved my lips towards her armpit once more.

She raised her arm, though her expression showed she couldn’t understand why I was heading for her armpit. Unlike the light peck before, this time I took a deep breath and sucked and licked the flesh of her armpit as if kissing it.

“Hhht…!”

And then, a strange moan escaped her lips, and I felt her vaginal walls quiver.

Found it.

Unlike me, lost in satisfaction, bewilderment and fear seeped into the maid’s face. A fear born from a strange pleasure stimulating her body, unlike anything she’d ever felt.

People fear what they don’t know. It’s because of that fear that they cannot reach heaven.

Today, she was destined to reach heaven with me.

Fucking bitch.