This was too good an opportunity to let hesitation—or momentary confusion—hold him back.
Fire burned deep in Stiletto's eyes as he gripped Mya's hips and rolled, flipping their positions in one smooth motion.
Mya let out a small, surprised shriek as he pinned her against the mattress. He then lowered himself at once, claiming her mouth in another messy kiss.
Breaking apart, breath uneven, he murmured:
"Good."
Mya grinned.
"You're so selfish, Young Master~"
She reached up, tracing a slow, deliberate line from his collarbone down to his cock, giving it a squeeze.
"But I don't mind it~"
Stiletto's cock instantly hardened. He was as stiff as he had ever been.
Without wasting time, he shed his clothes as he loomed over Mya.
"Mmmmm~ You look good, Young Master~"
She tilted her chin down, staring at his cock that'd sprung free from his trousers, hovering over her belly-button. Reaching up, she gave him a few deliberate, knowing strokes, her gaze hungry before lifting back to his face.
"Especially this~"
"Oh, yeah? Well, I think these are better."
Removing her hand, he leaned down, gripping her breasts firmly and taking one of her nipples in his mouth.
He began sucking.
"N—Nngh?! Stil—Young Master!"
Latching off her tit, he lifted his head with a sly grin.
"What~? I'm not allowed to enjoy something so gorgeous?"
Mya turned her face away, clearly flustered.
"…You are."
His grin widened, though he released her a moment later.
A second later, she yelped as he tugged the rest of the dress and her panties free from her hips while she wasn't looking.
Mya teased him with a smirk.
"Someone's eager~"
Stiletto chuckled.
"Don't act all high and mighty, Mya. Can't you see yourself right now~?"
Stretching his hand down, he slid his fingers in-between her thick folds. The squelching from her immense wetness turned him on even more as her back arched off the mattress.
"SHIT—HhNGHngh~"
Stiletto quickly removed his fingers and brought her juices to his lips as he licked them free.
She felt a pulse deep inside her, a whole new gear of horniness being unleashed.
With a pouting face, she spoke:
"Why'd you stop?"
"Hmmm... Because of this~"
Suddenly, he leaned down and stole a brief kiss—just enough to tease—before trailing smaller ones along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone.
Her meaty tits.
Her slender, appetizing waist.
And finally, to her sopping wet pussy.
Just as Mya thought he was going to eat her out, he moved on and kissed her inner-thigh.
Looking back up, he met her flustered gaze with a goofy grin. And a moment later, her shoes and socks were gone.
With a playful, triumphant smirk, he declared:
"There!"
Mya blinked, and Stiletto went on:
"No more obstacles~"
He laughed.
Of course he did. Today was going to be the greatest day of his life.
Feeling the same energy, Mya matched the lighthearted mood.
"You're such a tease! Enough~"
Now, the two were both fully naked with nothing holding them back.
With intent clear in his eyes, Stiletto positioned himself over her once more, holding her gaze as their breathing grew uneven, as if both of them were trying to brand the moment into memory.
The sight of the curvy woman—her hourglass figure and dark green hair spread across the mattress—was undeniably alluring. Her bleak silver eyes almost heightened it, like mirrors drawing him in.
But it was her large breasts, rising and falling with her bated breaths, that truly made Stiletto pause. Her hard nipples and the quaint little mole positioned on her right tit were so fucking sexy.
Then, noticing the small pool of pussy juice dampening the sheets below her folds made him even harder.
Mya broke the silence first.
"But... I still want you to take me from behind... I can't look my Young Master in the face while doing something like this..."
"Stiletto."
"...Huh?"
"Stiletto. Can you do it with Stiletto?"
Mya instantly started fumbling on her words.
"W—What do you m—mean?"
"I mean that I heard you multiple times earlier."
Stiletto searched her eyes for an answer.
"You almost called me by my name, didn't you?"
"Wha—uhm... n—"
Before she could lie, something in his vibrant red eyes compelled her to answer truthfully.
"...Yes. I did."
She covered her face with her hands, a deep red creeping across her cheeks.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Instead..."
He pried open her shield.
"Call me Stiletto. Remember what I told you earlier, when we tried this the first time?"
He paused.
"I told you to just be you. And then you told me to do the same. Well... here I am—in the now. Not 'Young Master.' Just Stiletto."
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"And I want you to be Mya. Not the personal maid of the middle-son of the du Life family. Not that Mya, but just... you. The real you."
Mya remained speechless—and for some reason, felt emotions stirring deep within, forcing her to fight back tears.
Stiletto noticed and smiled warmly.
"I want to get to know that Mya. The personal maid has her time—but you, the one here right now, take priority."
A soft laugh escaped him, his voice turning playful.
"And is it just me, or did I hear the prim-and-proper maid Mya curse first thing after pouncing on me? That must be the real Mya, right...?"
Mya giggled at that, brushing away the beginnings of tears with one hand and swatting his chest lightly with the other.
"And so what if it is~"
She turned her head aside, feigning a pout as she teased back.
"You fucker~"
"Ooooo~ There she is~! Feisty. I like it!"
He pinched her nipple.
"AouuUH! Hey!"
Stiletto's smirk lingered—then slowly faded as his expression grew serious.
"You asked me 'So what if it is the real me?' Well... to that, I answer: bring it. I want all of you. You just mentioned I'm selfish, right? It's true. I'm selfish, and I want a lot without giving anything back. I plan on taking everything I want in this life by force—and I'm sure more than a few other women will be part of that. But... there's one thing I want you to hear, right here, right now."
He looked straight at her, his resolve unwavering.
"I will never let you go. Ever."
Mya's face flushed bright red, leaving her unable to respond. She tried to speak, but the words refused to form.
Struggling to hold back tears, her body trembled as she felt something hard press against her womanhood.
With his cock lined up at her entrance, Stiletto spoke once more:
"And as the selfish man before you, I ask you this..."
The world seemed to still, the tension thickening in the air.
"Give yourself to me. Say my name."
A thousand thoughts coincided in her mind at once, but above all—she saw a man. Not the boy she had raised all her life…
But a man she was willing to give everything up for. Again and again.
Her lips moved without hesitation.
"Stiletto..."
As soon as she spoke, Stiletto slammed his cock deep inside her.
"AAanngGGHhh~"
A shared shiver passed between them as they breathed in deeply, together.
And in that moment, a reincarnated soul lost his virginity for the first time, while a wife abandoned everything for it.