Chapter 126: The Treasurer’s Holiday

The Treasurer’s Holiday

Last night, I went through quite the ordeal.

It’s because I got chewed out incredibly badly, using the excuse that I came back late after drinking with my Master without any prior notice.

Somehow, I managed to calm Ozma’s anger, but a ban on drinking outside was issued for the time being.

She told me that if I was going to drink, I might as well do it at home.

All things considered, it was because she was worried about me, so the incident concluded with me saying I understood.

And this morning.

Since it was a rare holiday, I was sleeping soundly when I slightly opened my eyes at some point due to a damp sensation I felt in my lower body.

“…What are you doing?”

“Since you seemed quite hard this morning, I was jerking you off.”

Camilla, who answered my question shamelessly, licked up the shaft with her red tongue as she said that.

“By the way, the morning duty is mine and Ozma-nim’s. Ozma-nim should have been here too, but perhaps she hasn’t recovered from yesterday’s fatigue and is fast asleep, so I came alone.”

“…Okay.”

No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like she deliberately didn’t wake Ozma-nim up to monopolize the semen, but I wasn’t so clueless as to point that out.

As my body trembled from the pleasant stimulation, Camilla, who willingly sucked even my balls, licked her lips with her tongue and asked with a seductive expression, fitting for a succubus.

“May I insert a bit earlier today?”

“Whenever you like.”

As soon as I gave permission, Camilla immediately climbed onto my thighs.

Whether she had been caressing me for a long time even before I woke up, her vagina was already moistly wet.

Squish-

“Nnngh…”

Camilla exhaled a seductive sigh, her eyes closed tightly.

We’ve already been mixing bodies for two years now, but no matter when I embrace her, her body grips me tightly like a virgin’s.

Is it because she’s a succubus, as expected?

I grab her slender hips with both hands and thrust upwards.

Then Camilla’s body trembled violently, like a fish caught by a harpoon.

Perhaps not wanting others to know she was mixing bodies with me, she tried to suppress her sounds as much as possible, biting her index finger.

Camilla’s fair buttocks shake back and forth on top of my shaft.

As if trying to find the optimal angle, she shakes back and forth, then rotates her hips like a millstone, and the pleasure was so immense that I almost came prematurely without realizing it.

“Kuh… Camilla, a little gentler!”

I shouted urgently, but Camilla seemed not to be listening to my voice anymore.

It’s because she had found the optimal angle for her pleasure and started pounding down.

“Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!”

The lewd sounds created by flesh colliding fills the bedroom.

From some point on, I also gave up and started moving my hips to match her movements.

Anyway, I wouldn’t last long even if I resisted, so it was more beneficial to make her come along too.

Soon, as my spine tingled, Camilla’s vagina seemed to sense the sign of ejaculation and started tightening intensely.

“Kgh! I’m coming!”

Fwshh! Fwsh! Fwshh!

“Haaaaaang!”

Gripping her thighs tightly as I started ejaculating, Camilla finally reached climax with her head thrown back.

Drool flowed down Camilla’s lips, wetting her neck.

The sight was incredibly seductive, and I couldn’t help but be captivated.

Finally, after all ejaculation finished, as I savored the lingering pleasure that had passed like the wind, Camilla got up, her body slick with sweat, and said.

“Thank you for indulging my lust. Then, I’ll be going down now to help prepare breakfast.”

“…I’ll rest a bit longer before I go down.”

“Please do.”

Like that, Camilla left the room, and I, left alone on the bed, reveled in the post-nut clarity for about 30 minutes before going down to the first floor for breakfast.

Basically, there are four women in my house.

No matter how good my stamina is, it’s impossible to fully satisfy the lust of all four women, so we’ve set our own rules.

Monday is Ozma, Tuesday is Dorothea, Wednesday is Camilla, and Thursday is Vanessa.

After completing a round like this, we skip Friday and Saturday and have free sex on Sunday.

Of course, since doing it all at once is tiring, we used to divide the time slots into morning and evening.

And this Sunday’s morning duty was Ozma and Camilla.

“Why don’t you finish eating first?”

“No. I’ve already done it once with Camilla. It can’t be helped if I want to match the count.”

Saying that, Ozma climbed onto my body while I was sitting on the chair.

With only her pants down, she shook her hips.

Each time, the old chair made an unpleasant creaking sound.

Actually, even if I had brought a new chair here, it probably would have made the same sound.

Ozma, who was a complete virgin at first, rapidly improved her technique after we started living together.

It was a result possible due to her personality of wanting to do everything well, and because she naturally used her body skillfully.

Every time her firm buttocks hit my thighs, a juicy sound echoed through the kitchen.

Dorothea, who was sitting across from me reading a newspaper with glasses on, frowned as if it were noisy, but Ozma didn’t seem to particularly care.

Indeed, we’ve shown each other having sex too much by now to care about it.

Still, I endured Dorothea speaking rudely because she’s a superior, but Dorothea said to Ozma with a pissed-off expression.

“If you’re going to eat, eat! If you’re going to have sex, have sex! Can’t you just do one or the other?!”

Then Ozma, who was diligently shaking her hips with toast spread with orange marmalade in her mouth, tilted her head in puzzlement.

“If you do both together, the efficiency doubles, so why should we do them separately?”

It was truly a sound argument.

Dorothea decisively folded the newspaper, as if she didn’t want to continue this stupid conversation, and headed towards the living room.

She probably intended to read it while lying on the sofa.

Regardless of her actions, Ozma was still diligently shaking her hips on top of my shaft while eating breakfast.

Vanessa, who was making breakfast with Camilla in the kitchen, approached carefully holding a dish.

“Uh, Ozma-nim, this is a salad I made with a new recipe; could you please taste it?”

Then Ozma nodded her head with a solemn expression and said.

“Bring it here.”

“Yes!”

Vanessa approached with a happy expression, holding the salad dish and fork.

As I, overcome with mischief, suddenly moved my hips slightly, Ozma’s eyebrow twitched, though she maintained a composed expression while pounding.

Well, it must be because the pleasure suddenly increased.

“Hngh, stay still. Kaldraash.”

I whispered while hugging her body tightly from behind.

“If you stop moving your hips first.”

“Nn, ngh! What nonsense! I’ll definitely cum if I just do it a little longer!”

While saying that, Ozma turned her head slightly to check my reaction, but I pretended not to notice and told her to look forward.

Then Ozma faithfully obeyed my command.

“Here, here. Say ‘ahhh~’.”

Vanessa offered Ozma the salmon salad scooped onto a fork.

Ozma ate it up like a baby.

“Mmm… It’s quite… delicious. Vanessa…”

As I hugged her tightly from behind and teased her inverted nipple hidden inside her clothes, Ozma tried to put on a dignified smile despite writhing in pleasure.

If there’s one big change since Ozma became Governor-General two years ago, it’s that she no longer uses compression bandages.

She might have felt an inferiority complex about being a woman in the past, but now, perhaps having regained confidence after receiving her father’s recognition, she has no qualms about revealing her gender.

She still prefers men’s clothes over women’s clothes, but thinking of her past self, her current self is much better.

Pop!

Whether it was worth the continuous teasing, Ozma’s inverted nipple, hidden inside her clothes, finally shyly poked its head out.

As I teased the pinky-finger-sized nipple and nibbled her nape, Ozma, unable to hold back any longer, finally trembled.

“Haa, haa, haa, haa.”

While she sat on my thighs, breathing heavily, I forced her head to turn and kissed her roughly.

Our tongues tangled, exchanging a large amount of saliva, and we pulled our lips apart just as we were becoming breathless.

Her moistly wet eyes stimulated the lust accumulated over two days.

Camilla had already jerked me off this morning, but just that much barely made a dent in my accumulated lust.

I moved the finished plate to the corner of the dining table and laid Ozma’s voluptuous body down onto it.

Her half-undone pants and sweat-soaked shirt clinging to her skin were truly lewd.

Ozma urged me to hold her, spreading her arms wide.

Who would recall that Governor-General Ozma, known as the Iron-Blooded Queen, was the same person seeing this sight?

Even if I don’t know her image well outside, she was no different from a gentle lamb exclusively for me at home.

“Come here.”

Saying that, Ozma spread her vagina open herself.

I pushed my already moistly wet red pillar of flesh through that small gap.