"Hah!"
Eirin's voice echoed through my room. A glans as viciously thick as it was long was pushing into her pussy.
For a virgin like Eirin, it must have felt like an untamable beast. I steadied my breathing.
"Hoo..."
A chilling sensation rippled up to the tip of my glans. Eirin's pussy was already drenched, slick from the entrance onward.
I pulled back slightly and rocked my hips back and forth with care.
My precum, oozing copiously from my cock, mixed wetly with her love juices.
"It might hurt a little at first, Eirin."
I tensed my hips and thrust the glans in fully, along with the shaft, in one go. Eirin cried out.
"Aaah!"
I felt something thin tear through. Yes, in this moment, Eirin and I had both stepped into adulthood.
We had lost our virginity together.
The pressure clamping down on my cock was astonishing. My breath caught for a second.
'I heard handjobs feel more intense than actual sex... but Eirin's pussy feels different. It's squeezing tighter than any hand.'
The shaft was too thick to go all the way in. Only the head and part of the shaft were buried inside.
Even so, it was more than enough to savor her depths. Was this what they called a legendary pussy? Or was it just perfect compatibility between us?
It was tighter than any virgin hole should be, surpassing expectations.
My cock felt like it was being sucked in, as if we were one body.
"Alright... I'm going to move now."
"Haa... yes... haa..."
I began a slow pistoning motion. The classic missionary position.
With her beneath me and my towering erection, it wasn't the most natural angle.
But Julian's body seemed to be a prodigy when it came to sex.
I quickly found the perfect posture, and my hips started moving on instinct.
"Young master... for someone as lowly as me to... do this with you... ugh..."
Eirin's insides felt incredibly tight. But she was so aroused that it was also soaking wet and slippery.
Despite the pain she should have felt from losing her virginity, Eirin was twitching repeatedly, reacting as if savoring every inch of my cock.
"Haaah... ahh..."
Could my demonic precum have some pain-relieving effect on women?
Makes sense—with a monster like this, it'd take a well-trained woman to feel pleasure instead of agony.
The key point was that Eirin, a virgin just moments ago, was now dipping her toes into the ecstasy of sex.
I put more power into my hips, ramping up the piston strokes to stimulate her deepest spots.
"Y-Young master! Hah!"
It was unreal. Nothing like a blowjob. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice. Her disheveled black bob and flushed face only fueled my frenzy.
That contrast shattered my reason completely.
Eirin couldn't hold back anymore either, moaning with pure bliss.
Watching her reactions, I focused on a particularly sensitive spot inside her pussy.
"Uuuh... heeek... aaang!"
Her moans exploded in volume. The G-spot, no doubt. My hips sped up to match her ecstatic screams.
The sex went on for quite a while.
My cock was already fired up from our foreplay, and now the full pleasure of penetration piled on.
Ejaculation was building from my lower belly up the shaft.
But I was lost in the sight before me in this position, desperately holding back.
Her pale skin flushed red from overstimulation. Her beautiful legs now locked tightly around my waist, no longer resisting the pleasure.
It wasn't just the legendary pressure surpassing masturbation.
Even as a maid, Eirin had a natural pride that wouldn't bow to just anyone.
She called herself lowly, but she exuded a haughty elegance beyond many noble ladies.
Yet now, fully aroused, her face was that of a complete woman.
"Ahh... mmh... haaaang... Young master... this is... hng!"
Right now, she lay pinned beneath me, howling like a bitch in heat.
Even as she tried to suppress her pleasure, that diligent expression made my cock swell once more inside her.
Eirin's moans continued.
"Aang!! Haaaang!"
That pushed me over the edge.
Her body, ignited by my superhuman cock, seemed ready to climax again.
"We're going together, Eirin."
I kicked into the final sprint.
Plap- plap-
The lewd slapping of our most intimate parts colliding, mixed with our cries, filled the room.
"Aaah! Young master... hah!"
Finally, Eirin and I crested the peak together.
"Urgh. Here it comes!"
"Aaaaaang..."
Squirt-squirt-squirt-
My mind went blank, pure white. The ecstasy peaking through ejaculation.
And creampieing meant not wasting a drop, all enveloped inside her.
I felt an unimaginable torrent of semen flooding into Eirin.
Eirin climaxed too, drooling from her mouth, eyes unfocused.
"Haaa... haaa..."
She panted through her mouth, savoring the afterglow.
I was the same. Male orgasms are fleeting.
But my shaft still throbbed in her warm pussy, relishing our first time.
'First time, and it's this good? No regrets even if I die now.'
I pulled out of her pussy. Thick white cum gushed out.
Despite shooting deep inside, the sheer volume kept leaking.
"Haa... haa..."
Eirin still breathed heavily. Seeing her messy state reignited my cock.
Even after losing virginity, years of pent-up frustration wouldn't fade with one round.
That night, I had intense sex with Eirin five more times.
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The next day arrived.
From possession day one, I'd indulged in insane pleasure. Thinking back, it was unbelievable.
'Six rounds last night, and my cock's already hard again.'
The afterglow of losing my virginity lingered. Our compatibility was off the charts, so I kept going at her relentlessly.
It wasn't just my virginity. Julian's body had stamina beyond imagination.
Every time felt like the first—or better.
But eventually, even with my precum easing the pain, Eirin couldn't keep up.
Unlike playboy me, she had early morning duties. Regretfully, I let her go first.
'Could've gone ten more, but no need to overdo it on day one.'
I slept in and woke near noon. No breakfast mention.
Border Count family mornings weren't a daily thing, apparently.
I had a simple lunch and pondered next steps.
Or rather, that was my top priority.
Yesterday, after Eirin's morning service, excitement kept me from focusing.
I checked the system notifications.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙「Living as the Demon King's Heir」 * Days of Pleasure with Eirin Gloria (A+) : You had your messy first time with a highly attractive opposite sex. The satisfying creampie will boost your vitality. * Rewards Acquired +150 MP / 50 GP
The quest rewarded from my night with Eirin. But as I checked yesterday, rewards don't stack endlessly with more sex.
'That was the total for last night.'
I tapped to view the status window.
⚔ STATUS ⚔👑 Julian von ReinhardtTitles: Demon King's Heir / Saintess's Son / Reinhardt Family HeirAssets: 50 GPTraits: Ordinary Noble ScionStats: (Viewable)Purchasable Traits: (Viewable)⚔ STATUS ⚔⚡ Strength: 10💨 Agility: 10🧠 Intelligence: 10💪 Stamina: 10🔥 Vigor: 50✨ Mana: 0 / 170 MP
Just as I knew from Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire.
Base stats at 10 for an average person. Except for Vigor, Julian matched ordinary levels.
'No proper sword or magic training since birth. Of course.'
The Holy Academy Pantheon gathers the empire's elite.
Not flunking or repeating with these stats? His backing was that strong.
But only through first year.
Second semester after winter break: that's when protagonist Julian gets embroiled in everything.
Couldn't leave it like this.
'The game's title isn't "Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire" for nothing.'
I knew exactly what to do. Act properly as Border Count heir.
With his bloodline, getting strong was inevitable. Awakening power would skyrocket past current stats.
I knew the method from the game. No worries.
A knock sounded.
"It's Eirin. May I enter?"
"Come in."
Eirin entered with a lunch cart straight out of a five-star hotel.
'No meals with Border Count Wilhelm? My room's comfier anyway.'
Unlike last night, she wore standard maid attire.
Our eyes met. But she remained her usual blank expression, unflustered.
"Is something wrong, young master?"
"Ah... no."
Acting like nothing happened. I felt awkwardly self-conscious. A bit disappointing.
But I'd seen her turn fully woman—no, bitch—in heat last night. I stayed composed.
Eirin set lunch on the room table. For one, but enough for five. I was shocked.
"Why so much food?"
She looked puzzled.
"Don't you usually eat this much?"
"Right. Might leave some anyway."
Julian took after Wilhelm—sturdy frame. Belly fat like mid-30s, though.
Eating like this daily should've made him obese. Odd. Probing Eirin revealed it.
"That? You usually taste and spit into the basin, no?"
A separate basin on the table. It clicked.
'You madman, Julian. Cosplaying Roman nobles?'
Rome's decadent era: nobles gorged on delicacies, vomited, repeat.
Unthinkable madness. Yet Julian did it.
'Not surprising. This scum makes Roman nobles look tame.'
I told Eirin,
"Can't eat all this alone. From now on, one serving. Balance it with veggies, not just greasy stuff. If I skipped breakfast, join me."
I handed her fork and knife. She was stunned.
"How could lowly me dine with the young master? Absolutely not."
"No arguments. You must be hungry."
We shared lunch. Her expression was odd throughout—deep in thought.
Maybe replaying last night. After eating, I said,
"Eirin, bring paper and pen? Need to reply to Princess Lillia."
"Yes. I'll take dictation. Familiar task; I'll write diligently."
"No. I'll write it myself."
Her face filled with bewilderment.
"You yourself, young master?"