Nao felt as if she'd transformed into a budding flower, delicately unfolding under the rain's caress. Kagura was the gatherer, unsatisfied with mere fragrance, pressing the bud to his nose, his tongue delving inside, forcing her unopened petals to bloom, savoring her nectar, even reaching the innermost chamber.
"My womb… so long… so deep…"
Gradually, Nao couldn't maintain her usual composed facade, covering her lips. Her deepest desires, usually subdued, seemed to house a nest of lustful ants, feeding on her arousal. As she stirred, her honeyed juices set the nest ablaze.
Countless invisible ants surged from her womb, clinging to her sensitive walls, reddening and itching, prompting more secretions to quell the unrest—yet, like oil on fire, it only intensified.
Kagura, like an anteater probing with its long tongue, lapped at her nectar. Unlike devouring ants, he aided their chaos, his tongue dancing in her tight, slick depths, flicking rapidly over a coin-sized rough patch, then plunging to the core, as if to seize the "nest," pushing saliva and juices back to her cervix.
A flood of love juices submerged her cervix, her desires, and Nao herself. Unable to endure, she gasped, pressing Kagura's hair beneath her skirt, rocking her hips like a lady on a wooden horse, her slit grinding against his lips and face. His nose dipped into her flesh, a trickle of scalding nectar seeping into his nostrils.
"No… I'm going… I'm there…!"
Nao's legs clenched, recoiling as if shocked, but Kagura gripped her thighs, pinning her sex to his face. His curled tongue formed a groove, channeling her spasming womb's gushing tide over his flesh, flowing into his mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance.
Her waist went limp, collapsing backward. Trained, she didn't fall, catching herself with hands flipped to Kagura's sides, arching like a gymnast's bow.
Her chest heaved, her abdomen taut, her mound tenting the skirt. Trembling, her slit poured like a teapot, while Kagura lifted his head, locking his face between her thighs, drinking every drop of the ripe wife's nectar.
Finally, Nao curled inward, her silken legs folding tightly, hugging her knees to her chest, quivering like an egg. Kagura, sitting up, slipped his hand under her skirt, kneading her juice-slicked, pliant buttocks, or teasingly slipping middle and ring fingers into her spasming, dew-dripping clam, thumb toying with the tiny pearl.
"'Not sensitive to touch'? Nao, you just hadn't found the right method. No rush—after your sex ed lesson, I'll develop you slowly."
Kagura withdrew his fingers, squeezed by her hot flesh, then slid them into her slightly moist rear, prompting Nao to grab his mischievous wrist.
"Let… let me do something for you. You've done enough…"
Her voice trembled.
"Don't mind me. I just love tasting pussy."
"I gathered… and—" Nao rose, folding her legs to the left, caressing her flushed face and snowy silken feet, glancing up. "You seem fond of feet…?"
"True, but white stockings are rare at home."
Kagura unhesitatingly fondled her feet, making Nao giggle, fist near lips. "Then, shall I use my feet to pleasure you?"
Foot play—Kagura recalled the system's points and golden apple mechanics. Feet were a trigger point; sustained semen on them could confirm activation.
But a problem arose.
He'd declared Nao his, barring her from her husband. He'd need to take responsibility, possibly using a golden apple. If she could trigger points, fine. If not… three apples short.
"It's fine, but are you skilled at this?"
His subtext: Do you do this for your husband?
With Nao's emotional intelligence, she caught it, smiling behind her hand, sitting upright, hands on knees, bowing. "It's my first time, but I'll strive."
"Hold on."
Kagura got up, Nao watching curiously as he retrieved… a chair from his closet.
Indeed, a transparent acrylic chair, sturdy, stable, with a backrest. Its legs weren't four pillars but three fused plates, the front open.
"Oh my, such special preparations… Am I to sit on it?"
Nao blinked as Kagura propped the chair against the headboard.
"Strip to bra and stockings, then sit."
"Understood. I'm shy, but I'll try."
Nao smiled, kneeling, shedding her top.
Soon, she was as instructed.
"And this."
Kagura handed her a one-third-used bottle of water-soluble lubricant.
"Yes, to avoid injury, this is crucial."
Nao took the bottle, settling onto the chair.
"And these last two."
Kagura placed two toys of varying lengths between her closed thighs.
Since Nao insisted on replacing Ai as his "intimate maid," Kagura dropped formalities.
The items were Ai's: a portable vibrating massage wand, spindle-shaped, white, slightly longer than his hand, its thickest head wrist-wide, with a soft tip. Charged long ago, it still worked.
The other was a purple wireless egg vibrator, basic but wide, battery-powered, with slick silicone and wavy textures. Its gold base unscrewed for batteries, a sturdy loop to prevent deep insertion. The remote was in Kagura's hand, already on.
Both were pre-cleaned with his cleaning spell, no disinfection needed.
"Hehehe… Master Kagura's holding nothing back. I like this side of you…"
Nao, unfazed or coy, smiled calmly.
"Know how to use them?"
Kagura lifted the wand, pushing it on. It buzzed at low frequency, with only low and high settings, needing a recharge soon. He pressed the blurring head to her chest, targeting her nipple through the bra.
"Ngh…" Nao gripped the chair, trembling, clenching teeth. "I… know how to use them… It's my first time…"
The intense vibrations forced her left eye shut, her legs rubbing, silken feet sliding forward sensually.
"So, your husband never used these~"
"Indeed… I'd refuse…"
"But not me?"
"I'd never refuse you… Ah…"
Amid her moan, Kagura removed and switched off the wand.
"Phew…"
Nao panted, then giggled.
"What's funny?"
Kagura, about to insert the egg, laughed too.
"My apologies…" Nao coughed, serious. "Just thinking, men exhaust every method to see a woman's climaxing grace. You're no exception, Master Kagura."
"Who doesn't love a beauty's climax? No one~"
Kagura pressed the egg to her thighs. She parted them, letting him coat it with juices, inching it past the tightest vaginal flesh, sliding it into her honeyed depths.
The safety loop remained outside.
"Feel anything?"
Kagura patted her thigh.
"A clear foreign sensation, not pleasant, a bit cool but warming," Nao closed her eyes, assessing, knowing he hadn't used the remote, smiling faintly. "Also, your control fetish is strong. You likely enjoy using this on women outside."
"Spot on~"
Kagura cradled her face, kissing her deeply.
Lips parted slowly.
He'd only used it outside on Ai.
Kagura lay before the chair, scooting until his head was under its open base.
The chair sufficed, but he now felt it lacked… a hole. His tongue, once too short, was now extendable. A custom-holed chair was needed.
Nao's feet rested by his arms, her slit nearly flattening into a wrinkled pancake on the transparent surface, her buttocks spread flat. As her legs moved, her slit hovered, giving Kagura a clear view, as if peering through the slit's tiny hole to her womb.
Her movements left a blurry wet patch, lips slightly parted, the slit's end pulling threads of juice to the stain. She twisted, but they didn't break.
"Are you pleased?"
Nao asked softly, suppressing shame.
Ai's job isn't easy… But Master Kagura's kinks are still within normal bounds—just a tad perverse.
"Very. Please me."
Nao lifted her feet, squeezing lubricant onto her flattened silken arches, rubbing them to coat evenly, some dripping onto Kagura's pecs.
She used her toes to tug his obstructive robe aside, fully exposing his towering erection.
Instead of stepping on it or gripping it, she teased, pressing her creamy silken feet into his dark pubic hair, rubbing leisurely.
Nao massaged his cock's base and surrounding hair, coating it with lubricant, making it glisten. His cock twitched, begging for her tread.
She hadn't used her toys yet. Kagura's gaze shifted from her trembling slit to her lacy garter edges, lingering on her sensual knee hollows, her sleek, silken calves, and Achilles tendons.
Nao pressed her left foot flat, covering her lips, lifting her right to graze his glans with her lubricated sole. The touch made him inhale sharply. Sensing it, she hooked his cock flat against his abdomen with her toes, then flicked it upright, toying with it like a plaything.
"Really~ Master Kagura's a true pervert, getting so hard under a woman near your mother's age, making me sit here, tsk tsk… I don't recall you attending pervert school~"
On her queenly throne, Nao adopted a taunting, haughty tone.
"So hard… Is this okay? You refused my bath service last night, yet now you have me trampling your cock in stockings. Quite the quick change~"
Kagura activated the egg's remote. Nao's composure shattered, her "Ngh—" accompanied by her feet twisting together, clamping his cock with her arches, nearly crushing him. She adjusted, aligning her legs, gripping with her arches.
"Your… massive cock invades… my foot-pussy… Ah… Forgive my indecent actions. Are my feet your sex toy? Yet you… Ngh— torment my flesh with toys… So strong…!"
Nao's legs twitched, as if electrified, her arches gripping his cock's base tightly, nearly snapping it. Steadying herself on the chair, she moved her joined legs up and down.
"Hiss… Nao, your feet are amazing… I regret not tasting them first… Yes, grip and rub!"
Kagura's abdomen clenched, goosebumps rising.
Her soft, warm arches, paired with the mildly burning lubricant, set his cock ablaze. Nao's movements were fluid, her foot-pussy slick with juices, glazing his cock with each stroke.
Slurp, slurp~~
Her elegant feet made lewd sounds, as if a dripping pussy devoured his cock.
"So hard… Master Kagura's so hard… Want my feet pregnant? You're such a pervert, staring at my shameful parts through this transparent chair…"
Nao's feet rivaled a teen's, like Ai's—graceful, her legs slim yet strong from exercise. Her usual calm control, paired with serene white stockings over seductive black, fueled Kagura's urge to ravish her.
Yet, he was the one being ravished.
"Since you insist on replacing Ai as my maid, every 'shameful' part of you is mine. I'll… look as I please… play as I please!"
Kagura reached up, unable to touch her slit but stroking her straining legs, rubbing between slick stockings and lacy garter rims, then her thighs, movements lascivious.
The stockings' silky feel and her tender soles massaged his cock, a unique pressure unlike hands, as if milking his semen.
Pre-cum oozed, staining her pristine stockings, a surprising defilement.
"Yes… All of me is yours… My foot-pussy was made for your violation…"
Nao purred provocative words.
Her grip was intense, her movements erotic, clamping his cock fully, sliding up and down, or pressing her heels on his abdomen, soles enveloping his glans and upper shaft, rubbing as if peeling his foreskin.
She pinned his cock underfoot, both feet gripping, sliding on his abdomen, or one foot trampling, twisting like wringing a rope, her plump heels pressing his glans to his stomach, smearing lubricant.
Her toes, especially the first and second, clamped his shaft, stroking from glans to base, then hooking his balls, pressing gently, repeating.
"Use it!"
After ten minutes, Kagura neared his limit.
"Y-Yes…"
Nao fumbled with the wand, her legs closed, clamping it against her slit to stimulate lips and clitoris. On its lowest setting, it made her tremble. Kagura pushed the egg's remote to high.
Dual buzzes emanated from her most private parts, juices dripping onto the acrylic chair like rain on a canopy, blurring it.
Unable to hold back, Kagura called her name. Nao, sensing his peak, gritted her teeth, clamping his cock tightly with her heels at the base, rapidly rubbing from glans downward, pushing the foreskin up, repeating ten times. His abdomen arched, his cock surging, spraying thick semen like a yogurt gun.
The second spurt followed before the first fell, splashing her calves due to the angle, hot, sticky, slightly yellowed semen coating her silken legs, slowly trickling.
Kagura maxed the egg's vibrations.
"I can't… anymore—!"
Nao succumbed, unable to keep her feet on his cock, jerking them back. Spreading her legs, the wand fell, bouncing off his chest to the bed. Gripping the chair, she convulsed, her slit pulsing as if swallowing something.
An intense climax hit, stronger than ever. Her cervix and urethra gushed, her flesh squeezing, expelling the egg with a torrent, hitting his abdomen and sliding off.
Twin streams sprayed—one upward from her urethra, drenching his cock, splattering his chest and abdomen as she spasmed; the other, her climax's tide, poured onto the chair, dripping from its edge, soaking his face and mouth.
As her climax subsided, Nao clamped her legs, feet near his shoulders, left hand covering her sex to quell the unrest, right arm hugging her bra-clad chest. To an outsider, she might seem violated.
Her usual calm replaced by a flushed, wanton expression, Kagura slid from under the chair, sitting to admire her embarrassed, twitching form. "You're incredible, Nao."
"You're too much… a master at teasing women."
Blushing, Nao tried to cover her face, but Kagura rose, pressing her shoulders, kissing her deeply.
He eyed her semen-drenched feet, waiting half a minute—no reaction. Frustrated, he thought, Right, like Ai, Nao can't trigger points… That's three golden apples short.
The spirit pet issue lingered, and the apple deficit grew, stressing him. Nao tried to rise, but Kagura knelt, parting her legs, diving into her juice-soaked slit, licking furiously. "No… Stop… I just wet myself, it's dirty…"
Slurp, slurp, slurp~~
Like sipping abalone broth, Kagura cleaned her slit.
"No part of you is dirty. You're my maid—obey my desires."
"Your kinks are a bit… extreme…" Nao coughed, covering her face, shakily dismounting. Kagura removed the chair, casting cleaning spells on them and the bed.
Since mastering cleaning spells, his quality of life soared, and the risk of getting caught for mischief plummeted. "Let me clean you…"
Though Nao deemed his cock clean (post-spell), duty drove her offer.
Kagura snapped his fingers, sitting on the bed's edge.
Nao knelt between his legs, the height perfect. As she leaned to lick, Kagura caressed her face.
"Any questions?"
Nao gazed at him tenderly, blinking.
"Ever done this before?"
"If I do it today, it'll be my first."
"You don't even do this for your husband?"
"If I had, would I have dared offer to console you with my lips? I'm not that improper."
Nao touched her chest, bowing slightly.
"Tch… Good. I like that." Kagura stroked her face, nodding to her chest. "Show me your breasts."
"Phew—"
Nao exhaled.
"What?"
"Nothing, just glad you're finally interested in my chest. I thought you, like Lord Leonard, disliked busty women."
"Big or small, I love all beautiful girls' breasts."
"Hehe… I'm hardly a 'girl.'"
"But you don't deny 'beautiful.'"
"I know my strengths. Beauty is a woman's greatest weapon." Nao smiled proudly, bowing humbly. "And a treasure born for you."
"That's music to my ears. To me, you're no different from a girl."
Kagura snapped his fingers as Nao unhooked her bra. Her teardrop-shaped breasts, petite yet round, boasted a firm uplift, the areolas pronounced, pink as a girl's despite nursing three children. Large nipples, perfect for sucking or tugging, adorned her ravishingly defined breasts.
His memory of her chest was hazy, but they seemed unchanged from seventeen years ago.
Her skin, already pale, was dazzling at her chest, veins visible, delicate as porcelain. "I recall you nursing in my arms… You and Lady Eriri both."
Nao cupped her breasts, unabashed.
"I remember…"
"You always kneaded my other breast while nursing. I told Madam you'd achieve greatness."
"Just teasing me!"
"Hehe… Forgive me."
Nao leaned forward, enveloping his cock with her soft breasts. "This—"
"My first time too."
"You and your husband are dull."
"Oh? Curious about our sex?"
"No interest… And no one but me from now on."
"As you command…" Nao nodded gravely, smiling faintly. "My marriage to him was merely Lord Leonard and Madam's order. Our sex was just 'marital duty,' mainly to bear Ai."
"Hm… Let me enjoy more."
Kagura pointed to his cock.
"Please, sit properly."
Nao adjusted him.
Instead of clamping his cock with her breasts, she reached under, fondling his balls, gauging his reactions, smiling. "They say girls often overlook this part, don't they, Master Kagura?"
"Yeah… Feels good, but tense when others touch."
"Don't worry, I won't crush them." Nao's eyes crinkled.
"…"
Kagura inwardly groaned: You'd kill me with that look!
He didn't doubt her ability to crush them instantly.
After fondling, Nao lowered herself, licking his hairy balls, gently sucking the wrinkled skin, holding it briefly before releasing, cycling through spots. As he adjusted, she took a ball into her mouth.
While sucking, her slender hand held his cock, barely stroking, just teasing with fingertips, quickening his breaths.
"Ngh—"
Nao took both balls in, the wet warmth numbing his legs, a chill shooting up his spine, nearly making him wet himself.
No urine, but pre-cum flowed, coating her fingers. She played with it, hands like a spider weaving.
"Argh…"
Kagura sighed softly.
His first time having his balls fully sucked. Kawasaki had licked briefly, but Nao, a novice, dove in fearlessly, cementing her resolve as his maid.
"Ngh… Ngh—"
Nao released, alternating balls, his cock leaking more. As he neared girlish moans, she slowed.
"Though my first, I'll strive."
Her tongue swirled his glans, circling the corona, hand gently rubbing the base. When ready, she took the glans in, lifting slowly, repeating, teasing him to urgency.
Finally, she enveloped the glans, swallowing deeply—third, half, two-thirds—until his tip hit her soft throat.
Seeing no discomfort, Kagura guessed she'd practiced with a dildo.
He was right—she had, for him.
Slurp, slurp—
Nao adapted, bobbing on his cock, escalating prior pleasure. His cock and balls burned hotter, her mature bobbed hair swaying, exuding a strange maturity.
Her vacuum-like suction made him clutch the sheets. Sensing overload, she eased up.
Though he commanded her, she seemed to toy with him, her mastery astounding.
Soon, she released his glistening, saliva-soaked cock.
A thread of saliva linked her lips to his glans. Unfazed, she swallowed the cock-flavored saliva, cupping her breasts, slightly rising to envelop his wet cock. "How's this?"
"Incredible…"
Kagura pinched her erect nipples.
"Ngh… Please, don't move. I'm serving you."
Nao's pleading look and winking left eye—playful yet piteous—softened him, and he let go.
Fully wet, his cock slid in her cleavage without tugging, enveloped in soft, honeyed pressure. Nao gathered saliva, gazing seductively, letting it drip into her cleavage, coating his red glans, hugging her breasts tighter, slowly rubbing up and down.