"…Alright, I've got no plans tomorrow. The day after, Golden Week's fourth day, I'm visiting my dean's daughter to check her piano talent. I'll leave around 9:30 AM, sleep till 7:30. No special prep needed—just pick out some clothes. I'm sleeping in tomorrow, so don't wake me unless it's urgent."
Kagura pointed to the maid's room Ai once occupied. "That's your room. Rest now."
"Oh my…" Nao Hayasaka tilted her head, blinking. "I thought you'd have me assist with your bath next."
"I'm too old for that…"
Kagura turned, muttering, I barely ask Ai for that anymore.
"No need to be shy. Your nudity wouldn't faze me~~ Trust me."
"Really, no need."
Kagura ushered Nao out, grabbing clothes and heading to the bathroom.
After a shower, he soaked comfortably in the tub. Thinking of Mrs. Yuihama's lush, sensual pubic hair, his erection surged, breaching the water's surface.
"…Tough day, partner." Kagura rubbed it gently, hands behind head, sighing. "Chasing that bell's spirit pet led nowhere. Instead, I saved a loli. Note that spot—revisit later. If that spirit's corrupted by evil, my cock's done for. Fuck!"
He considered reloading a save from days ago, bypassing the "Kaleidoscope" issue and its bizarre pet spirit. But mid-urination in the bathroom, he remembered—his system's soul-bound. Reloading would only shift the pet's creation earlier, leaving the problem unsolved.
"…Useless ability. Overwrite Save A."
At 10:13 PM, Golden Week's second night, Kagura saved anew in the bathroom.
By 10:30, pre-bed, he checked his alarm clock, disabled all alerts, silenced his phone, and crashed.
But as he tossed his phone and closed his eyes, Nao's voice pierced the bed curtains.
"Are you retiring for the night?"
Nao hadn't opened the curtains, but her voice was close—likely just outside.
"Yeah. Night, Nao."
Kagura answered, eyes shut.
"I've prepared a heartfelt goodnight kiss service. Would you like it?"
"…" His cock throbbed. He nearly declined, but recalling Nao's faint "consoling kiss" in the car, he relented. "Ahem! I might need it."
Nao silently drew the curtains, brushing her hair aside, leaning down. Kagura lay flat, eyes closed. She kissed his forehead lightly, then stepped half a pace, aligning with his lips. One second, two, three—her soft lips met his, parting gently. Then, she pressed harder, sucking his lower lip, lingering before releasing, covering her mouth as she rose, sated.
"Phew…" Kagura's heart raced. "Good… goodnight…"
"Sweet dreams to you too."
Nao bowed, closed the curtains, and slipped away.
"…Is this a wife's allure? Miss Nao's terrifying."
Kagura shifted to a comfier position, heart pounding until sleep took him.
Golden Week, Day Three, 2:40 AM
Under the night sky, ten kilometers from Kagura's mansion, in a residential district.
Whoosh—crackle…
A massive fire engulfed a sprawling wooden Japanese estate, consuming trees and flowers. The blaze erupted unnaturally, spreading instantly, fierce and unrelenting, flames soaring as if to ignite the heavens.
"Sorry, please clear the way—emergency fire vehicles!"
Ambulances and fire trucks' sirens pierced the silent night, firefighters' shouts echoing through the sleeping streets.
Neighbors, barely dressed in pajamas, rushed to help extinguish the fire. In Japan's crowded spaces, smaller homes hugged the estate—self-preservation demanded action to prevent their own houses from burning.
But soon, they noticed something eerie.
The fire was strangely contained, never licking beyond the estate's walls, yet soaring sixty or seventy meters, its shadows forming a fanged, ghostly visage, mercilessly roasting everything within.
"WAAAHHH—!"
A man and woman's screams startled the neighbors. A bold man doused himself with water, donned a fire mask, and charged toward the house. But a wall of flame surged before him, its heat evaporating his soaked clothes, singeing his bangs with a burnt-hair stench, forcing him back.
Fire trucks were useless—water guns sprayed what seemed like oil, fueling the blaze. After emptying over ten trucks, firefighters and neighbors stood numb, watching the estate burn to ash.
At dawn, the crowd, dazed from standing all night, stirred as if waking from a dream. They shuffled away, and the "Hasukawa" nameplate, carved deep, clattered to the ground.
The night vanished with the wind.
A few hundred meters away, in a modest two-story home, Rumi Tsurumi jolted awake from a nightmare.
Morning, 8:37 AM
Kagura, fully rested, opened his bed curtains to hit the bathroom. Spotting Nao waiting, he flinched, nearly blurting "Ai," but his waking mind clarified.
It was Nao.
"Good morning, you're awake."
"Morning, Nao. Yawn—"
Kagura shuffled to the bathroom, relieved himself, then flopped back onto his bed in his robe, squinting for a brief nap.
Sleep eluded him.
Morning wood made his first piss tricky, and lying back, it stiffened further. Irritated, his mind replayed yesterday—sucking Mrs. Yuihama's breasts, nuzzling her pubic hair.
Still groggy, he drifted off again.
Nao, waiting outside the curtains, quietly opened them.
"I thought Master Kagura was up, but he's back asleep… I envy young people's sound sleep."
Nao blinked, touching her cheek, murmuring.
"I was going to offer a morning kiss service…"
She tilted her head, studying the sleeping Kagura, then unfastened her apron's ties, carefully lifting his thin blanket to his calves. Smirking, she slipped off her shoes, stepping onto the bed with white garter-stockinged feet.
"This way… no, that way…?"
Nao, uncertain, adjusted her skirt above Kagura's face.
Spotting his tented robe, she chose to face his erection, back to the headboard.
She gathered her knee-length maid skirt, hugging it to her chest.
Her lower body, usually reserved for her husband, was bared to Kagura—lacy garters included. But asleep, he missed the view.
Like her daughter, Nao, in her thirties, was meticulously hairless below, her skin pristine, unlike shaving's stubble. Years of exercise kept her figure flawless, her flexibility and subtle muscle balanced—sultry when relaxed, lethal when tensed.
Not a bodybuilder or protein junkie, she was perfectly poised between slender and toned.
Her vulva differed from Ai's. Relaxed, her labia parted fully, not sagging, hugging the inner lips tightly, curving from the clitoris to the urethra's peak, narrowing to the vaginal entrance. Seamless despite spreading, it hid the inner flesh.
It resembled a downward-pointed broadsword or a pink plum leaf, the clitoris and its hooded ridge like veins, nearly concealed by the curved, leaf-like labia. The "veins" were mere folds of tender flesh.
Her skin, a blend of Eastern and Western pallor, was translucent, faintly red, veins visible. Her genitals lacked melanin, the parted slit a surprising pink-orange, with plump outer labia that, standing, might feel like touching a flat-chested girl's chest from behind.
"Instead of a morning kiss with my upper lips, you'd prefer these, right…?"
Nao lowered herself, aligning her immaculate vulva with Kagura's lips.
Half-asleep, Kagura's breathing hitched, his tongue reflexively darting out, grazing the faintly moist petals.
"???"
He snapped awake.
Wait… Opening his eyes, he saw darkness—her skirt covered his head. Two ripe, round buttocks loomed, her vertical lips pressed to his horizontal ones, the dewy leaf rubbing softly. His tongue nudged a sticky dip, then a small, jade-like clitoris. No hair meant… clearly, Ai was waking him.
Kagura closed his eyes, ready to savor the rare "wake-up service."
Three seconds later, he froze, retracting his tongue, cupping her full hips. "M-Morning… Hayasaka??"
"I'm attempting to wake you."
Nao's voice came from above.
"What?? Why you—? No, why are you sitting on my face? Without panties?! Even with them, you shouldn't! Get down."
Kagura slapped her buttocks, eliciting a slap-slap of sensual sounds.
"Ahh~" Nao let out a soft moan but dismounted as ordered, kneeling on the spacious bed, hands on knees, smiling. "Good morning, Master Kagura."
"Morning my ass…" Kagura glanced down, yanking his robe over his throbbing erection, blushing furiously. "Why would you… do that?"
"Oh my…" Nao seemed surprised, blinking, hand half-covering her lips apologetically. "Did my actions displease you?"
"I… No, not displeased. I'm thrilled, but… why?!"
Kagura avoided her gaze, feeling like a boy caught masturbating to his aunt's photo—mortified.
"Why? To replace my daughter Ai as your perfect personal maid… Madam instructed it, and you agreed, yes?"
Nao's tone was matter-of-fact.
"Uh…" Kagura faltered, coughing, serious. "A maid sitting bare-assed on her master's face at dawn isn't exactly proper, is it?"
Even if Ai's done it for years.
"Ohohohoho…" Nao let out a hollow laugh, raising her left hand near her right lip, leaning in conspiratorially. "So, all Ai's efforts over the years were fake?"
"Tch… Tch…" Kagura's eyes darted wildly, settling left, cycling back, shame twisting him on the bed. He fidgeted, mumbling, "How'd you know…? I told her to keep it secret."
"Oh my—" Nao gave him a look reserved for a foolish son, tapping his forehead thoughtfully. "Ai's in retraining for your overindulgence. You thought your 'top-secret wake-up method' was still airtight? No fever, yet so naive."
"…" Kagura covered his face, stretching it, muttering, "Ai's Ai, you're you… Why'd you climb on?"
Nao gently guided his hand to her gracefully curved left breast, smiling. "As I said, I'll flawlessly replace Ai in all aspects as your maid."
"Uh… This is outside work scope, isn't it? And you're married."
"Rules set by a master's preferences are part of the job. As for my husband…"
Nao released his hand, bowing low, hands and head on her knees, submissive. "If I presumptuously pressed my impure, used sex against your noble lips, causing discomfort, punish me by sewing it shut. I'll never expose that filth to you again."
"Sew it?! Am I crazy, or are you?"
"Master Kagura, I'm not joking."
"…" Kagura turned away, unable to meet her gaze, muttering, "How could I feel discomfort…? Just—"
He wanted to say, Licking you, then you sleeping with your husband, would gut me.
"Shh…" Nao rose, pressing a fragrant finger to his lips, whispering in his ear, "If you wish, I'll cease marital duties with him henceforth. Past events can't change—please understand."
"Why go this far for me?"
"It's our family's duty, Master Kagura."
"…" Kagura closed his eyes, pondering, then pointed to his face. "You're mine now. Sit."
"As you command." Nao stood, lifting her skirt inch by inch, asking, "Which way should I face? Ai faces your sex."
Kagura slid his pillow down, shifting lower, pointing to his head. "Daughter faces cock, mother faces head."
"As you wish…"
Nao nodded impassively.
She fully exposed her hairless mound, framed by black lace garters against her snowy waist.
"My apologies for showing something so indecent…"
"I love it. Show me more."
"Oh, how honest you are~" Nao smiled radiantly, parting her legs, murmuring, "Pardon my rudeness."
Her right foot stepped beside his left hand.
Her black maid skirt was bunched in her left arm, her leaf-like vulva hovering above, tempting him to drool—a "plum to quench thirst."
Kagura swallowed hard. "Closer."
"Yes…"
Nao bent her knees, pressing them near his shoulders, her bun-like vulva inches from his face.
His nose was centimeters from the shallow camel-toe dip, his view filled with translucent, veined thigh roots and her saliva-glossed sex. Garter straps dangled, guiding his eyes upward.
"Where're your panties…?"
"I thought you preferred direct. After bathing and tidying, I didn't wear them—folded in my pocket."
Nao bowed slightly, apologetic.
"Fair. I do like direct for wake-ups, or I'd suffocate on fabric." Kagura grumbled. Nao covered her lips, then slid her cherry-pink-manicured right hand to her slit, pinching the clitoris with middle and ring fingers, sliding down and up, whispering, "Does my aged pussy still please you?"
"Too tender… I'm jealous of someone."
Kagura inhaled her feminine scent deeply.
"No need to dwell. If you desire, I can outdo his frequency…"
"That's work? I don't want job-sex."
"Think of it as maternal care."
Nao's words swayed him.
"You're not shy, baring your pussy like this?"
"What, should I play coy, whimpering 'Oh~ no~ not there~' like a bashful girl?"
Nao mimicked a sultry, ear-tickling tone, amused.
"Ahem…" Feeling underestimated, Kagura coughed, stern. "Nao, spread it for me."
"As you command."
Nao smiled, leaning back to display her tender lips at a better angle. Her right index and middle fingers pressed the plump labia, spreading them wide, revealing the once-sealed leaf.
Pink flesh bloomed, the shy slit now a Φ, tenderer toward the clitoris, almost pink-orange. The soft, saliva-damp inner flesh gleamed, the tight entrance visible, blocked deeper by vaginal folds.
Nao slid her knees forward, hovering her sex above his nose, its scent flooding his nostrils. Her dripping love juices nearly fell, urging him to dive in.
"This is a woman's pussy, Master Kagura. No need for lessons now, right?" Nao teased shamelessly.
"I…"
Kagura reached to touch.
Nao was faster, left hand clutching her skirt, right fingers leaving her lips, licking them before pressing all five to her sex. Middle and ring fingers parted the closing slit, pink nails plunging into the entrance.
Her middle finger vanished first, followed by the ring finger, masturbating openly before his nose. Her movements were graceful, fingers dancing delicately, unlike frenzied porn actresses.
"One… two… three…"
Nao's breaths grew husky, fingers shallow, stopping at two knuckles, pulling out or rubbing gently inside, love juices coating her fingers, dripping onto his nose.
He inhaled the lascivious scent greedily.
At ten, she paused, fingers still inside, smirking. "My vulva's fully aroused. Continue watching, or take over?"
"Let me touch…"
"Your command… These juice-soaked fingers?"
"Lick them clean."
"As you wish."
Nao withdrew her fingers, wiping them on her lips, tongue lapping until spotless.
Kagura considered licking but craved touch more. His right hand reached, fingertips grazing the resealed slit.
Nao trembled, half-covering her lips. "Your touch feels… virginal. Is this how young men do it?"
"You're too mature…"
"Oh, saying I'm old?"
Kagura sensed her face darken.
"Ahem, not what I meant."
"Good~" Nao beamed, rising slightly to give his arm room, narrating as he explored, "Labia minora… majora… urethra, vagina… clitoris… You know the clitoris is the only organ solely for female pleasure."
"Sex ed, Nao?"
"Don't think you're a master yet?"
"Not quite…"
"Your size could hurt a girl if she's not fully wet." Nao smiled calmly, despite his probing. "I can make you very wet…"
"Oh, I'll show my skills, but I hear you're less responsive to touch…"
"Even so…?" Kagura extended his middle finger, others flat, aiming for her tight entrance. Nao grabbed his hand, tsking, "Lick your fingers first, unless you want pain."
"Tch…"
Kagura licked his middle and ring fingers. Nao nodded encouragingly.
His fingers parted the pink leaf, sliding into the leaking entrance, lubricated by saliva and juices, pressing the soft walls. Her flesh clenched, and he pushed deeper, stroking folds, advancing a knuckle, withdrawing slightly, repeating.
Nao's gaze urged, Good, continue.
"Ah… Your fingers, crafting melodies, now probe my indecent depths… My ancestors would be proud…" When his fingertip grazed her cervix, Nao covered her lips, tears of awe falling.
"Hey, no crying! What's wrong?"
"Shouldn't I be moved, fulfilling my purpose?"
"Purpose…" Kagura's lips twitched. "You weren't born to fuck me."
"But serving you wholly… Ah… My womb… The hand that touched my daughter's womb now probes my shame… Am I a failed mother? As a maid, I think I pass."
Nao mused endlessly. Kagura tried spreading his fingers into a V, but her tight flesh resisted, squeezing his fingers as if melting them.
Her warmth and wetness grew, juices flowing to his palm, dripping to his wrist.
This is unresponsive?
Something felt off.
Nao didn't explain, only whispering as he dug, "My shallower spots are more sensitive… Ah… You're stirring… That's vital—don't be naughty… Ngh…"
Gush, gush, gush…
Her soaked entrance slurped as his fingers stirred air inside, her flesh sealing tight, expelling it with faster thrusts, amplifying the lewd gush like stirring a water-filled cup.
Yet, no matter how he massaged her G-spot or A-spot, she didn't climax.
"Phew…"
Withdrawing his juice-coated fingers, Kagura sucked them. Nao, legs weak, clutched her skirt, struggling to keep her sex above him. Her right hand braced on the headboard, her slit pulsing with her breaths like a breathing petal.
"Can I feast?"
Kagura licked his lips, tongue eager.
"Please… enjoy…"
As Nao spoke, Kagura grabbed her legs, pressing her dripping sex to his lips.
For a moment, he wished his lips were vertical.
It'd look bizarre but align perfectly with her labia for a passionate kiss.
Just a fleeting thought—he loved cunnilingus but wasn't mad enough to wish for anatomical changes.
For now, he savored her tender leaf, slick with fresh juices, like sipping morning dew—exquisite.
His nose nestled into her concave-convex slit, fitting snugly at her clitoris, human anatomy oddly suited to female genitalia.
After her self-stimulation and his fingering, she was soaked. Her rice-grain clitoris swelled to a bean, pulsing under his hot breaths, signaling her brain and womb, contracting her vaginal walls, secreting sticky fluid through intricate folds, dripping from her entrance.
"You really love this…"
Nao, stifling gasps, watched his half-closed, enraptured face.
She'd always followed his orders, driving him around, shuttling him to school. Now, pressing her "base" sex against his face, riding him shamelessly, a taboo thrill surged within her.
Kagura's mouth was busy, hands shifting from her silken legs to her smooth buttocks, squeezing hard. Nao arched her chest, a pained yet thrilled "Oh…" escaping.
Still clutching her skirt, her bare ass was exposed, his tongue a wriggling eel in pink mud, stirring post-rain. Each lick made her rise, but he pulled her down, as if wanting her to smother him.
Smothering was unlikely—he could tilt his head to breathe. His lips locked with her slit, indistinguishable between saliva and juices.
He sucked both petals, savoring their fine textures like reluctant lovers' lips, circling with his tongue, slurping juices like succulent snail meat.
His tongue pierced the petals, sliding over inner flesh, teasing her shrinking urethra, arcing side to side, nudging her clitoris with his nose, squeezing it, exhaling hotly.
Nao endured well, but his skilled tongue overwhelmed her, sapping her strength. Her left hand slipped, dropping the skirt, veiling his face and her leaking sex, the invisibility heightening her arousal.
Suddenly, his tongue, previously teasing the surface, found her entrance, surging with saliva and juices into her slick canal. She'd thought he was only reaching shallowly, but his tongue's depth stunned her.