"Excuse me for intruding."
"Welcome, young lady. To our humble abode, where nothing much ever happens."
"Thank you, Sebastian."
"Haha! Sebastian, is it?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at this nickname, something I'd always wanted to be called at least once in my life. Though it didn't really matter. I'd also like to be called "Colonel" someday.
Shino seemed to have been caught off guard by my reaction, letting out a small laugh. She lined up her shoes by the entrance, then looked around curiously, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with a deep breath.
She looked utterly delighted, but all I felt was embarrassment. I wished she'd stop.
"This is my first time being in a man's house."
"Well, that's an honor."
"...This is actually my first time visiting a friend's house."
"...That's an honor, indeed."
For a moment, Shino's eyes seemed distant. She wasn't sad, exactly. Rather, she looked reflective, perhaps even moved. Still, just hearing her say that made me feel a pang of sadness. Maybe that was inevitable.
To me, Shino seemed like someone who was aloof and proud, and I always thought that's just how she was. But now... I wonder if there might be more to it. No, there's really no basis for this beyond the expression on her face right now. It's just a wild guess.
"Sorry, Shino, hang on a sec."
For now, I showed her to the living room and pointed out the bathroom and my bedroom. I felt bad about leaving a guest alone, but I had a few things I needed to do.
First, I checked the fridge. It wasn't exactly stocked, but since I'd gone shopping just two days ago, there was enough to scrape by. If we ended up eating dinner here, I could probably put together a simple meal for two.
Then I brought in the laundry I'd hung to dry that morning, changed into comfortable clothes, and returned to the living room. As I'd expected, Shino was already gone.
But I'm gradually coming to understand what kind of person Shino is. I can predict where she is and what she's doing.
As I open the door to my room...
"You really did it, Gouji-kun. There's nothing under the bed."
"Nobody hides things under the bed anymore, you know."
As expected, Shino, who was searching the house, seemed strangely animated. This woman has done something she shouldn't have in front of the landlord, and she's acting far too brazen. But since she seems to be enjoying herself, I guess it's fine.
"So, should I comment on your... attire?"
"Absolutely. I was worried you'd just go along with it. Sorry for not asking beforehand—I borrowed the hanger."
Shino had also changed out of her uniform, which was now hung on the curtain rod with the hanger.
Her appearance... exudes such modesty and propriety. Combined with her lovely demeanor, she transforms the otherwise dull room into a vibrant, blooming space, like a single white lily.
"I considered asking you first, but I wanted to preserve the surprise, so I'll ask now: Gouji-kun, do you like maids?"
"Absolutely."
"I thought so. You do occasionally write about maid uniforms, don't you?"
Maid uniform. And what a uniform it is—a piece that clearly reflects a strong obsession.
At first glance, it appears to be a classic, old-fashioned long skirt. But both the pure white apron and the raven-black dress beneath it are trimmed with frills.
What made Shino's appearance remind me of a white lily was the apron. The slits cut into its edges made it resemble an inverted flower, like petals draped over her.
A wonderful design, a fusion of classic and gothic styles.
"Wow... that outfit is amazing. And it suits you perfectly. You're incredible, Shino. Truly incredible."
"I like it too, but I'm glad you think it's amazing too. Thank you."
Just as I said, I love maids. As Shino mentioned, I've written several erotic stories where I've dressed maids in their uniforms and made them serve.
Seeing this perfect maid girl right in front of me is thrilling, and I can't find the words to express how amazing she looks. This is incredible. The outfit suits her perfectly, and she's absolutely adorable.
"But... why a maid?"
"A maid is bound to her Master. She swears absolute loyalty to her dominant Master and faithfully obeys his commands. In other words, a maid uniform is the uniform of a masochist."
"You should probably apologize to all the maids in Japan."
Shino stood tall, wearing a smug expression as she declared her statement with such boldness. It was such an outrageous thing to say. We really should apologize to all the maids across the country... or at least to the ones who still exist in this modern era, if they even do.
"But isn't being a maid kind of masochistic?"
"I know, but..."
"Trapped in a position where you can't defy your Master, gradually undergoing training until hidden masochistic tendencies bloom and you're corrupted into depravity—don't you love that kind of maid?"
"I do, but..."
"Then let's apologize to all the maids across the country together."
"I was just about to say the same thing. Alright, on the count of three."
"Sorry!"
We bowed our heads and apologized simultaneously. All the maids across the country, we're truly sorry.
As we raised our heads, Shino brushed her bangs aside and looked up at the same moment. Our eyes met, and we burst into laughter.
"Heh heh heh... And so, this is my answer to yesterday's question: 'Why don't you try keeping me as a pet?'"
"You've really thrown me off. Give me a moment to process this."
"Yes, understood."
I've grown slightly accustomed to it, but it seems Shino has a habit of skipping the process and jumping straight to the conclusion. Moreover, while the logic behind her reasoning might seem straightforward and coherent to her, to the average person, it's a twisted, convoluted mess—like a tangled ball of string—making it nearly impossible to follow to its conclusion. It's downright frustrating.
Yesterday, Shino asked me if I'd "keep her as a pet," and now she's wearing a maid uniform. In other words—
"In other words... what exactly does this mean?"
"You already know, don't you? Or has the game already begun?"
She spoke with a coy expression, her words almost taunting, but she genuinely didn't understand. I'd only just begun attending Tsurugi Shino's lecture series.
"I want you to become the one I swear absolute loyalty to... my Master. If you'll have me, I'll serve you as your personal attendant, from providing inspiration for your novel to attending to you in the night. Since you live alone, if you'll let me touch everything, I'll even help with household chores. And, if you want, you can discipline me without any particular reason at any time."
"Well, that's quite an enticing proposal."
I thought I understood why Shino was pushing things so aggressively, but she went far beyond what I'd anticipated.
This wasn't just enticing. Not only would I be forgiven for engaging in acts with Shino again, but she'd also support my personal life? It was such a sweet deal that I couldn't help but suspect there was a catch.
"Gouji-kun, as I said earlier, I like you. I don't know when I'll meet someone who has the potential to satisfy me as much as you do. Don't overthink it. Forget everything I said just now and think of me as a convenient fuck buddy or a life-sized, high-quality onahole with realistic moans. Do I... even deserve to be reflected in your eyes?"
Shino's expression, usually brimming with confidence and composure, darkened for the first time.
She looked fragile, as if she might vanish or break at any moment—a sight utterly unlike the ever-unfazed, self-assured Tsurugi Shino.
I'm not trying to act like a playboy, but I don't want to see a woman look like that. It's all my fault for being weak and making Shino worry. Maybe I should start acting a little more manly.
Making up my mind, I looked straight into Shino's eyes.
"Refusing a meal is a man's shame, isn't it? Alright, I... I'll do it with you. No, please let me. And then, using that experience, I'll write an erotic novel that will satisfy Shino."
"Those were the words I wanted to hear. Now the contract is official."
...I thought I'd made up my mind, but...
Shino was completely back to her usual self, her demeanor and expression as if nothing had happened. They say women's hearts are as fickle as autumn skies, but this was beyond a quick recovery.
Did I just get played?
"Was that all an act?"
"Who knows? You showed me your manly resolve, and I didn't feel bad about it. When someone asks so earnestly... it makes me ache."
She licked her lips with a small flick of her tongue and rubbed her abdomen through her maid uniform. It was far more arousing than a poorly executed striptease.
Shino must have felt like this when she was aroused, but I wish people wouldn't respond to someone's monumental decision with sleazy come-ons.
Her temper is completely back to normal. The Shino here is the Shino I know.
Well, this is embarrassing. I was completely taken in and now she has me by the short hairs. But then again, no one wants to see a woman look sad.
Still, I'm supposed to be her Master, but I don't feel like I'm in charge at all. Ever since I summoned her, she's been completely in control, manipulating me like a puppet.
Well, Tsurugi Shino is definitely a girl I can't handle, so maybe it's best not to try and assert my dominance.
"The contract is sealed. From this moment forth, I am your female servant to be kept. Please use me as you wish."
Shino deliberately performed a grandiose bow, folding her hands over her abdomen and bending deeply at the waist. Her practiced movements were the very image of a seasoned maid, making me wonder if she had been training for this role for years.
"Just to confirm, everything at school is normal, right?"
"...I would certainly pass it on if you so wish, Master. If you'll allow me to offer a cheeky opinion, I'd ask you to do just that."
Good. Shino still felt shame... or perhaps it was more accurate to say that, as someone who finds pleasure in shame, it was only natural for her to still feel it. I should probably say that her pride, fearing the loss of her social status, wanted to protect itself.
"Heh heh heh. Now I'm a real maid."
"Your bearing and demeanor have been perfect all along."
"A maid is a servant. Without a master to serve, she's no maid. In this day and age, it's rare to encounter such a person. I'm truly fortunate."
Shino smiled with genuine delight.
Her professional consciousness was higher than I'd imagined.
For Tsurugi Shino, her kink—no, let's call it her way of life instead, since "kink" sounds too crude—
Deep down, Shino must have tied her way of life to the concept of a maid. Her masochistic tendencies, stemming from a twisted desire to be dominated, made the maid ideal she so fervently admired and wished to embody.
I feel like I should apologize to all the maids across the country again, but since Shino seems to have her own conviction about what it means to be a maid, I'll offer the apology on her behalf. I'm sorry.
"Now then... what does my Master desire of this servant?"
"You know perfectly well. Or has the game already begun?"
"Oh? A little payback, is it? Well, let's see what you've got."
Shino nodded, then lifted her skirt high, revealing a wide swath of smooth, white skin. No bush, not even a hint of peach fuzz—just a smooth, closed labia.
Just like yesterday, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Sorry for all the questions, but do you really not wear underwear?"
"Not exactly. I don't wear them when I want to feel the thrill, but usually I do wear them properly. I just took them off when I changed just now."
"So you take them off when you feel like it?"
"...Well, I suppose you could put it that way..."
Stammering, Shino averted her gaze. She'd put on such a convincing act earlier, but one sharp question and her true nature was laid bare. She's too easily flustered by confrontation. But since it matches my kinks, it's not a problem.
"Shino, keep your skirt lifted."
"Yes, sir... Eep! You! What on earth are you doing...?!"
Hearing her adorable little shriek was a huge success. I crouched down in front of Shino, slipping beneath the hem of her long skirt.
"U-um... Gouji-kun..."
"Come to think of it, I've never actually seen a real woman's pussy... You know, a proper pussy. As someone who writes about these things, I need to know what they look like."
"That's... that's true... but..."
"Then cooperate. A maid is a servant, bound by absolute loyalty, right? Lift your skirt higher—it's too dark to see."
"Y-yes, Master..."
Shino replied in a frail voice, raising her skirt another notch to expose her intimate area. She could remain composed when showing herself voluntarily, but being ordered to do so was evidently embarrassing.
Once you break through their defenses, they're fragile. I pressed my advantage relentlessly. Shino's hands trembled, causing the skirt's hem to flutter, but I ignored it and focused my gaze on her secret place.
"It's still so pretty and pink, just like a virgin should be. I see why they call them petals... Like two layers of petals. Wait, could 'petals' be a pun on 'vagina'? No, wait, I'm not talking about Shino's..."
"K-kyouji, could you please stop voicing your explanations and observations?"
Seeing Shino struggle to speak, her mouth twisting awkwardly, I felt her genuine embarrassment.
It's a little mean, I know, but this is payback for having me read that erotic novel aloud.
I leaned in closer, studying her intimately.
"Aah! Stop! You're too close... Your breath... it's hitting me... Eek!"
When I gently touched the faintly swollen mound, Shino yelped and jerked her body. Her skin must be incredibly sensitive.
This is fun. I've only ever known Shino as a woman, but getting a reaction from every move I make is absolutely thrilling and exciting. I can say that with certainty.
"As I open the slit... Oh, so this is the clitoris. It's standing erect, swollen. Could it be that Shino's clitoris wasn't covered by a hood to begin with?"
"Th-that... hah..."
"Answer me."
When I issued the short command in my deepest voice, meant to exude the dignity of a master, Shino's body trembled. Her physical reaction wasn't from my fingers touching her, but clearly from obeying my command.
"At first... it was properly covered... but... when I masturbated... using my clitoris... as I kept doing it... it grew bigger... and started popping out easily... Now, just thinking about something a little erotic..."
Even as she panted heavily, Shino answered me carefully.
Not bad... Not bad at all, Master. Not only did you not scold me for saying such things, but you even answered me. Deep within my heart, something dark and viscous seems to be welling up.
The awareness of being a ruler. The desire. The urge to make Shino mine, to make her do as I wish—those sorts of things.
"Your mind isn't the only thing that's lewd, Shino. Your body is too."
"Huh... Yes, that's right! My mind and body are both lewd... My clitoris gets erect so quickly, and since I'm shaved... The friction against my underwear when I walk... It's like I'm masturbating just by walking, you lewd maid!"
She just said something really wild.
I can't let that comment slide.
"You can masturbate just by walking?"
"Yes, that's right...♡ That's why my underwear gets sticky with love juice... I always have a spare pair ready...♡"
That sounds tough, I thought, but then I paused. The way Shino described it, her clitoris was protruding and rubbing against her underwear. She also mentioned that she gets aroused instantly when she thinks about erotic things.
In other words, couldn't this be considered self-inflicted, a consequence of her own actions?
Still, I can't help but marvel at it. How many people have such perfect alignment between their mind, body, and sexual response?
"Haaah... My... my pussy... being seen by a classmate... no, being observed... My pussy is going to be described in a novel. Strangers, men I don't even know, will imagine my pussy, get hard, and jerk off vigorously... I'm going to get jerked off again...♡"
"Right, you know me well. I'm describing what I'm seeing now. I'll describe Shino's important parts as much as possible, as much as necessary. Shino's pussy is already like a character's from an erotic novel. Everyone reading this is going to jerk off to the thought of Shino's pussy."
"Ngh...!"
When I pinched her protruding clitoris with my fingers, Shino let out a high-pitched cry, her slender legs trembling violently. A forceful gush of liquid shot out from her slit, soaking my hand. Is this what they call "sperm"?
In any case, Shino's trembling wouldn't stop. Anticipating what was coming next, I withdrew my hands from her skirt and clitoris, took a step back, and straightened my posture.
"Ph... Ah..."
Thud. Finally, Shino's legs gave way, and I caught her as she collapsed toward me. I stroked her back as she gasped for breath against my chest.
"Bed? Shall we go to bed?"
"H-yes... Master...♡"
Her tongue seemed to have trouble moving.
Finding her endearing, I laid Shino on the bed. Her face flushed crimson as she stared at me in a dazed state.
"Master... is your cock erect...?" Shino murmured in a soft, slightly slurred voice, as if half-asleep.
"Of course."
Just as she said, I'd been ready for battle for quite some time. As I pulled down my pants, my cock sprang out with a wet slap, shooting straight up into the air.
I don't usually check the size of my cock regularly, but it seemed more vigorous today than yesterday. Perhaps taking time to prepare like this is more effective than sudden, impulsive actions.
"It's because your pussy was so erotic, Shino. Before some pervert writes a dirty novel and makes all the men in the world jerk off while imagining your pussy, I'm going to use your pussy to jerk off myself."
"Haaah... Yes, that's right. My pussy is a onahole meant for your cock to fuck, Master. Please feel free to use it—spill your semen, fuck me raw. Grant the honor of stroking your cock to your servant..."
Shino said this with a delighted smirk, her voice dripping with submission.
On the surface, it was all about serving me, but considering her expression and tone, it could only mean one thing: she was fanning her sadistic desires, groveling because she wanted my cock.
And her scheme was a resounding success. The usually detached Shino now came seeking me, acting almost coquettish.
The contrast between her usual demeanor and this moment's cuteness was overwhelming. There was no way I could maintain any rationality—it vanished in an instant.
As I pressed my lean frame against hers, the bed creaked. Contradictorily, Shino seemed to moan in pleasure.
"Too heavy?" I asked.
"No... it's fine. Actually, I'm glad to feel this weight... the weight of a man, your weight, Gouji-kun's weight, Master's weight, all over me. The inconvenience of not being able to move freely reminds me that I'm a slave..."
"So it's okay then? I can dominate your body, Shino?"
"Yes, please do. My body is utterly defenseless against Master's cock. I'm eagerly awaiting the moment you ravish me..."
Shino exhaled a passionate sigh, her glistening eyes perhaps reflecting the fervent emotions swelling within her chest.
With her cheek buried in my pillow, she glanced sideways at me.
"Then I'm going in."
"Yes, come...! Nnn...! Ugh, fuu..." Shino moaned.
Her vaginal entrance was already pooled with copious amounts of her own nectar. Even the slightest pressure from the glans caused the fluid to overflow with a wet squelch.
Her vagina is covered in tiny, gummy protrusions, like a layer of small, firm jelly beans. Each one clings slickly to my cock, rubbing against it with every slight movement, as if polishing it.
A tingling pleasure shoots through my brain, like an electric shock. It anticipates the intense pleasure of burying my glans deeper inside her, enveloping my entire shaft in her vaginal flesh, erasing any lingering resistance.
I take a deep breath, then exhale. Tensing my lower body, I thrust my hips forward.
"Ah...hi...uuu... Your cock, come inside me... Ahh...♡"
The tightness means she's resisting fiercely. If I were to slam all the way in at once, I might lose control completely.
So I push in gradually, little by little. Guh, guh, guh. With each increment, Shino releases guttural moans, her slender body writhing beneath me.
When about seven or eight tenths of my cock was buried inside her, I exerted one final burst of force, driving the remaining length into her in one swift motion until the glans struck the deepest recesses of her womb. The impact made me think my entire body had lifted off the bed as Shino's slender frame jolted violently. At that moment, the delicate folds of her flesh brushed against my shaft, sending a thrill so intense it sent shivers down my spine.
"Ah... you're reaching the very depths... you're kissing my cervix...♡ Your cock is kissing me...♡"
"Rather... it's your uterus that's clinging to me... making me feel like I'm being kissed."
The deepest, firm yet resilient part of her. Normally, the cervix would be tightly shut, barring entry to outsiders. But Shino's cervix was already slightly ajar, pressed intimately against the tip of my glans.
Shino was already slightly sweaty, her soft breasts gently spreading with gravity and rising and falling with each labored breath.
The scenario this scene evoked was something like this: the Head Maid, cool, elegant, and flawless, the object of everyone's envy, secretly bound by her Master, drowning in a sea of carnal desires. Her body was being disciplined by rough fingers and a rigid cock, while her heart still resisted. Yet her mature body couldn't suppress its lust, and she found herself actively seeking out her Master... It was cliché, but clichés are also the tried-and-true path. As Shino herself said, the tried-and-true path is something you can touch at any time. Dangerous robots whose history was erased because they were too dangerous to manufacture, robots customized to the point where only the protagonist can pilot them, robots whose enhanced parts break down during the final battle, gradually reverting to their original state—most people probably like those, right? Probably.
The extraneous thoughts had cooled my head a little, and the intensity of the pleasure had subsided. It seemed I'd avoided the embarrassing situation of prematurely ejaculating, despite having just entered her.
"What's wrong, Master? You can't just stop after entering, can you?"
Shino seemed to feel the same way. Her breathing was still rough, but she wore a defiant, provocative smile.
The urge to thrust in immediately and shatter that expression was strong, but I resisted. Standing there, above the bed, the difference in height aside, this wasn't much different from yesterday.
For Shino's satisfaction, I wanted to put a little more effort into it.
"Of course not. Neither of us has come yet."
"Phew... I'm relieved."
I lifted Shino's left thigh as if cradling it, then lowered my hips deeper.
This position... yes, it's Matsuba Kuzushi. By spreading her legs and opening her body, her limbs get out of the way, allowing me to thrust deeper.
"Mmm... This... it's different from before...♡ My uterus... it's being pushed in... crushed...! Oh, it's so intense...! It feels like your cock is about to reach my uterus...♡"
Good, I wasn't mistaken.
Before me is an exquisite maid girl. It would be a waste not to savor her to the fullest.
This position lets me reach deep inside her. Instead of pistoning, I should push in slowly and grind. I can feel the cervix clinging more intensely to my glans now, creating a new sensation that feels incredible. It's like receiving a gentle welcome.
"Shino, I'm going to roll you over now."
"Huh? Oh, wait... I get it."
Shino, her eyes closed, seemed to be savoring the sensation of something pressing against her cervix. After a moment of blank-eyed staring, she nodded as if she understood. I rotated my body, slipping between her raised legs, and flipped from supine to prone.
Shino then positioned herself on all fours, resting on her hands and knees.
"Like this, right?"
"As expected. How do you know?"
"Maybe our hobbies just happen to match."
Shino tilted her head and smirked.
From missionary to Matsuba Kuzushi, and then to rear-entry... In other words, the classic "back" position.
The skirt concealed our connection, leaving only Shino's back visible to me. Given her ample breasts, it was hardly surprising, but even through the fabric, her full hips, back, and the nape of her neck—visible through the parting of her hair—were unmistakably sensual. And then...
"Ah... my face is so red..." Shino murmured, turning her face forward. Before her lay the full-length mirror, unflinchingly revealing our current position: me thrusting my hips against her as she knelt on all fours.
Of course, the mirror also showed me what Shino's body obscured—her breasts, heavy with gravity, swaying beneath her maid uniform.
"I'm moving now."
I pulled back slightly, withdrawing just the tip of my glans before pushing back in shallowly, the head of my cock grazing the underside of her clitoris. I pistoned in and out, shallow and deliberate.
"Ah, there...♡ There, I like it!♡"
I'd confirmed yesterday, with my fingers, how responsive this spot was. Shino's voice quickly became breathy, and the rustling of her skirt and breasts filled the air.
Her long, silky hair swayed gently, and her breasts bounced rhythmically.
After confirming that the sound coming from Shino was growing louder as I stimulated her weak spot, I pulled back sharply one last time—and then thrust in with all my might, driving deep to the root in one forceful motion.
"Ugh! Fuuuuu! Suddenly! So deep!"
The impact was softened by her ample hips, but her uterus, struck forcefully by the glans, couldn't withstand the force. Shino must have felt as if her abdomen had been pierced by pleasure.
To confirm this, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and waist, lifting her up. Then, still on my knees, I positioned her so she was seated on my thighs, our bodies pressed intimately together.
"Hii... This position... My weight is pressing down on my uterus... I can feel your cock... so deeply inside me...♡"
"Shino, look in the mirror."
"The... mirror?" Shino murmured, lost in thought.
I leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
The full-length mirror in front of us reflected everything from Shino's waist up.
"Ah... no, wait, Gouji-kun. I don't look like this..."
Shino protested, but the mirror told the truth.
A strand of sweat-sticky hair plastered to her forehead. Cheeks flushed crimson. Downcast eyes. A slack, half-smiling mouth... The mirror revealed Tsurugi Shino's thoroughly melted, in-heat expression. Or perhaps...
"You look like a fine bitch, Shino."
"No, I... I don't look like this... This is such a sloppy, disgraceful face...♡"
"Mirrors don't lie. Admit it—this is what you look like right now."
I'm sure she can feel it, but she won't nod. Is it pride? Or is even that just fuel for my sadistic desires?
"...Master's word is absolute, isn't it?"
"That..."
"It's alright, Shino. You just need to obey Master's commands. Even if it's not what you truly feel, you're just saying it because I ordered you to."
"Because Master... said so..."
"Exactly. So tell me, what does your face look like right now?"
Pressing my hips against Shino's buttocks, thrusting my cock into her uterus, I spoke as gently as possible. She took a deep breath, raised her head, and turned to look in the mirror.
"My... Tsurugi Shino's face... is melting... right now. I'm a depraved, pleasure-drenched sow...♡"
"Why?"
"O...oh, your cock! Master's cock feels too good...♡ My uterus feels like it's been kissed forever... I've become utterly obsessed with your cock..."
Her voice trailed off, and Shino fell silent, her body trembling slightly.
As I tightened my arms around her shoulders and waist, I whispered in her ear:
"Then, Shino, this is your reward for telling the truth."
"Reward?"
"Yes. From now on, I'm going to jerk off using your pussy. You'll only move your hips to make me feel good. Probably with all your strength. Just as you said earlier, your pussy is now my onahole."
I tapped her lower abdomen twice with my finger.
When I raised my head again and saw my reflection in the mirror...
Shino was smiling.
It was a cheerful, expectant, and fawning smile as she gazed at my reflection.
"Ah...♡ Yes, Master...♡ From this moment on, my pussy will be an onahole to pleasure your cock. My uterus will be a chamber pot for your semen. My mouth will be a washing machine to clean your cock. Please... make me your very own, multi-functional, life-size, living onahole...♡"
"Your wish is my command. Shino, you belong to me now. So, I'm going to use this onahole!"
"Aah! Kuhiiiiiii!"
I pulled back sharply before slamming into her with all my might. Our bodies were pressed so tightly together that the strokes were short, but that only made them faster. Over and over, I thrust the tip of my cock against her cervix, letting her vaginal walls milk my shaft.
From the very beginning, Shino had told me to treat her body as an onahole and jerk off. Unable to resist those words, I had pounced on her. So this was what I intended from the start.
But to jerk off properly, I needed some kind of erotica. Of course, Shino's body alone would have sufficed, but before me now was Tsurugi Shino in her maid uniform—the most unparalleled, peerless maid beauty in existence.
Masturbating is meant to feel good. So it stands to reason that I should seek out methods that suit my tastes and provide even greater pleasure. With such exquisite raw material, I should create the ultimate erotica—a depraved, submissive, female maid, her body and mind melted by ecstasy.
"Ahh, more! Please ravage me completely... Take my body! Invade it, subdue it, conquer it! Plow my pussy with your cock and plant your hot seeds inside me!"
"What a demanding little onahole you are."
"Aah, I'm so sorry, Master! I'm just an onahole, yet I'm so selfish and greedy. I'm sorry, Master!"
Shino's strength seemed to be waning. Her arms hung limply at her sides as she leaned back against me, shifting her weight onto my back. She clearly wasn't holding back anymore.
Neither was I. With each piston-like thrust, her vaginal muscles polished my shaft, the ridges of her folds catching on my glans and sending sharp lightning bolts of pleasure through me.
I owned a real onahole, but Shino's insides felt far better. Warm, constantly slick with honey-like fluid that made my thrusts smooth, life-sized, and she even panted for me.
Tsurugi Shino was undoubtedly the world's most versatile, most satisfying, and most valuable onahole.
"Already, I'm so sorry! Haaah, aah! But... deep... you're reaching deep inside! Your cock keeps finding my cervix, over and over, kissing it... My uterus is clenching, spasming... it's so agonizing!"
Tears welled in her glistening eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Her mouth hung wide open, a tiny flicker of her tongue peeking out as saliva dripped from the tip.
"Kyoji-kun! Waaah... I can't take it anymore...! I'm gonna explode! I'm gonna cum!"
"Aah, me too! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna dump all my semen into your uterus, Shino!"
"Yes! Let me! Give it to me! Cum inside me!"
With one final thrust, I pressed my glans against her cervix. My cock began to thrash wildly, beyond my control.
"Ugh, fuck! My cock's shaking... So hot... Aaaaaah! Nngh! Ohhh! It's coming! It's coming!"
The vaginal muscles spasmed, squeezing my cock.
Shino's back arched dramatically, her mouth gaping wide as she gasped for breath.
With each spasm, her body jerked, and the friction forced the remaining semen from my cock.
"Ah... Ugh... Ah... ♡ Kyoji... I'm... I'm... alive... ♡"
Shino smiled weakly, her tongue even sticking out, her breathing labored and wheezing.
My breathing was a little rough too. Is sex always this intense? Probably not.
With a sense of reluctance, I pulled out, and white fluid spilled from her slightly parted labia.
A wave of fatigue hit me. I collapsed onto my back beside Shino.
She must be exhausted too, after that wild bout. For a while, the only sounds in the room were our labored breaths.
Shino's slender body began to stir, slowly turning toward me.
Her lovely, proper, and stylish maid uniform was now crumpled and wrinkled from the intensity of our act.
"You know... sex really is wonderful... It feels so good. To think following our instincts could make us feel so alive... At this rate, I'm afraid I'll never be able to live without you again."
"That's the happiest news I could possibly hear. I sincerely hope that happens."
She recovers quickly. Shino is already regaining her usual composure.
It's nice when women say such flattering things, but how serious are they?
Misunderstandings between sincerity and jest can destroy relationships, so I have to play it light. You know, the classic "Oh, I didn't mean it that way!" routine girls often use.
"Still, I can't believe I'm so weak to pleasure," Shino murmured with a wry expression. The pleasure must be fading from her body, allowing her to regain her composure.
And I probably have a wry expression too. That was way too much. What was that nonsense about "you belong to me"? I'm so embarrassed I want to die.
Let's stop thinking about this. Since she showed me her vulnerability, I'll tease her a little.
"Does it feel like that when you pleasure yourself alone?"
"Of course not! Well... probably a little more intense than most people... maybe."
...That's intriguing. I definitely need to see that sometime. I want to write a scene of a girl pleasuring herself, but I don't really understand what the act actually entails.
"...Still, it's strange. It's only been two days since we had our first proper conversation."
"You're only saying that now?"
Well, I think it's strange too.
Besides, it all started yesterday after school, so it's been less than a full day.
And yet we've already had sex, gone out after school, invited her home, and had sex again. The intensity is unbelievable.
"I know it's weird what I'm doing too. Normally, this kind of thing is for couples."
"Shino, you actually gave a sensible opinion. Who knew?"
"Rude, Gouji-Kun. Don't think you know Tsurugi Shino just because you've known her for two days."
"You're right. I only know Shino's... her pristine facade and her deepest, darkest masochistic core. There must be so many other elements that make up Tsurugi Shino."
"Getting back to the point... I do understand that sex is something couples or married partners do. But romance is such a hassle, isn't it? You have to get close, go on dates. To do that, you have to find common topics to talk about, and you might even have to adjust your grooming to match your partner's tastes. It's all so tedious."
Just moments ago, I'd found Shino's perfectly reasonable words uncharacteristic, a reminder that I still don't know her very well.
But that claim was quintessential Shino: skipping the process and spitting out a bizarre conclusion. She's probably more down-to-earth than I thought.
"In the end, it all comes down to sexual desire, so why not just say you want to have sex from the start? Skipping the process is perfectly fine."
"Yeah, well... I guess that's one way to look at it."
If the foundation of my claim wasn't simply a desire for sex, I might have been more proactive in agreeing.
Shino seemed to sense my hesitation, leveling me with a damp, penetrating gaze. Without saying a word, she sighed.
"I know I'm the odd one out in this world. But apparently, the idea of focusing solely on the outcome is unpopular. Honestly... the world is such a bother. All I want is sex."
Was that bored expression truly composed solely of lust?
I had a hunch that it held traces of the various emotions Shino was enduring in her solitude.
As I struggled to find the right words, Shino let out another dramatic sigh, her usual defiant smile returning as she looked at me.
"That's why I like you. Our interests align, and we're direct with each other. When I say I want sex, you give it to me. So when you say you want something, I want to give it to you too."
"Don't tease me."
About liking someone or whatever. As friends... or rather, as casual lovers, we both know what this is.
She just called me a convenient, no-strings-attached partner yesterday, so I'm not naive enough to get all giddy about that.
"Oh? And why do you say that? Love starting with sex isn't impossible, you know."
"I just said I don't want to deal with romance right now, remember?"
"Right, but... even if it's a hassle, there are things we don't hate, aren't there? Like, say... grinding out levels in a game?"
Right, like I'd play games.
I can't take everything this master tease says seriously.
As I half-heartedly hum along, there's a sharp thud against my forehead—Shino's headbutt has landed.
"Listen properly!"
"Okay, okay. What is it?"
"This world is overflowing with such unbearable superficiality and tediousness, but every now and then, something utterly absurd happens. That's what makes it fun, I think. So... I believe it's possible. For a romance to start with sex."
...No, I know. I know she's teasing me. Still, I feel my face burning up. The day I can maintain a poker face is far off, and the feeling that I'll never win against Shino, even if I spend my whole life trying, has grown stronger.
"By the way, Gouji-kun..."
"W-what?"
I'm trying my best not to show it, but I'm sure my flustered state is obvious.
Please stop pressing me while I'm already flustered... I'm thinking this when, suddenly, Shino yawns softly, looking drowsy.
"Can I... stay over tonight?"
"Huh?"
Her eyes were so dazed it seemed her eyelids might close at any moment.
No, I... I really didn't expect this.
I thought she might at least stay for dinner, but staying overnight? Oh, wait, we've already done the thing that society generally frowns upon when young men and women spend time under the same roof.
Tomorrow is Saturday, so there's no school, but can Shino even stay out overnight? I start to ask, but Shino remains sprawled out, unmoving, her eyes so dazed it seems her eyelids might close at any moment.
"I'm so sleepy... Even if you tease me while I'm asleep, I won't be mad... Okay? My... Master..."
Having said that, Shino lowered her eyelids and began breathing softly in sleep. She was more exhausted than I'd anticipated. Come to think of it, she did mention this was her first time visiting a friend's house. In other words, that date before must have been her first one too, and she was having so much fun.
"Suu...nn..."
...What a peaceful sleeping face. It would be wrong to wake her.
Seen like this, Shino is truly a peerless beauty. No, she's always been beautiful, but... with her lips closed and silent, she suddenly seems pure, sacred, and inviolable.
Well, I guess I'll just sleep on the living room sofa tonight, I thought, starting to get up, when I felt a slight weight on my right arm.
"Don't you dare..."
Kyu. Shino's hand is clutching my sleeve, refusing to let go.
...She must be asleep, right?
Just to test it, I gently stroke her head as if combing her smooth hair. Shino's cheeks soften into a contented smile.
Maybe it's because I'm in that calm, post-orgasmic state. For some reason, I start thinking of Shino as a large dog—a loyal, affectionate canine. It might be a little rude, but now that I've agreed to "keep" her, maybe it's not entirely wrong.
I'm not really confident I can sleep beside Shino without touching her, or make it to morning without giving in. But if my darling pet Shino asks me to, what choice do I have?
I settle back onto the bed, carefully draping a blanket over both our bodies before closing my eyes.