10:30 AM.
I woke up in bed. Scratching my stiff head, I walked to the window and opened the curtains. Intense, warm sunlight flooded the room.
"…Hmm."
The weather was perfect. Not a single cloud in the sky.
I glanced down at the garden below. Several maids were tending to it. A peaceful scene.
Today's perfect weather for outdoor sex. Maybe I'll enjoy a threesome in the garden this afternoon.
In this mansion, I am king. No—more than that. You could call me a god. Here, nothing happens against my will. Over 30 official maids obey my every command.
Outwardly, they are maids, but their origins and essence are that of slaves.
If I want them to strip and spread their legs, they must.
Human rights? If such things existed, slavery wouldn't.
Even if I leaped into the garden right now and violated them, there'd be no issue. They are all my property.
Two weeks now. Nine maids taken at night so far. Who should I call today?
It's been two weeks since 41 slaves were brought to this mansion.
Ten are young children still undergoing continuous education under Yuria.
The remaining 31 have become official maids, working here. Thanks to them, this vast mansion feels lively.
Still short on people. Need to bring in more slaves later.
Yuria, now the head maid, has been swamped lately. The 31 maids are slaves. Most are commoners who can't even read properly.
I don't care if they're ignorant, but Yuria seems unable to tolerate it as a maid, so she educates them in her spare time. She'll likely stay busy for months.
Eventually, Yuria will have maids she can trust with responsibilities.
By then, Yuria will have some breathing room.
Me, help Yuria? Nonsense. I have no talent for teaching. Unless it's training. And I don't even know exactly what maids do. Staying idle is more helpful.
Naked, I draped a silk robe over myself and stepped outside. The robe hung open, revealing my half-erect cock swaying with each step. Just a physiological response.
I strode confidently down the hallway. The only reason I wore the robe was for style—I'd feel no shame walking naked.
"Master. Did you rest well?"
A maid crossed my path in the hallway.
Her name is Serin. A woman with long black hair tied in a ponytail, B-cup breasts, and sexy red lips.
I bedded her a week ago. She was a virgin.
"Yeah. Just woke up. Keep up the good work."
I noticed the books in Serin's hands.
"What are those?"
"I was studying during my break."
The cover read Beginner's Hangul Basics.
The mansion's maids learn two languages: this world's script and Hangul. I didn't see the point, but Yuria insisted. Likely because most items I bring are Korean products.
"Studying hard, I see."
"Yes. I'm satisfied with my life here. So much so… I wish to live here forever."
I nodded.
To a former slave like her, this place is a utopia.
Compared to fieldwork, being a maid isn't strenuous. Breaks are given, three meals a day are provided, and they even receive wages—despite being slaves.
The noble mansion's safety means no worries about monsters or bandits.
Night service—sex with me—is trivial to the slaves. To me, it's just debauchery, but with 31 maids, rotating one per night means each only serves once a month.
As if I'd settle for one a day.
And the maids will keep increasing. My goal is at least 100. This mansion was built for that.
If space runs out, we'll expand. That's why we left room during design.
I approached Serin. She didn't retreat—Yuria had trained her well.
I reached out, grabbed her skirt, and lifted it.
"Oh? No panties?"
Her white thigh-highs led to a bare pussy. Black pubic hair trimmed neatly into a bikini line, pink labia tightly closed. Serin's clitoris is notably large.
"Th-The panties… are all being laundered. None to wear."
Sherin squirmed, embarrassed at exposing herself. My cock hardened to its limit at the sight of her recently deflowered pussy.
Normally Yuria handles this… but she's busy. No need to bother her. I relieved my morning urges with another maid yesterday.
Gulp!
Sherin's swallow was audible.
Memories of her a week ago surfaced. A virgin, yet I fucked her mercilessly, using Sexual Arousal until she climaxed. She fainted twice from pleasure.
"Serin I Can't hold back. Let's do it now."
I reached for her groin. She didn't resist.
[Serin's Erogenous Zones: Clitoris, Neck]
[Activating Sexual Arousal. Continuously drains vitality.]
Using Sexual Arousal is the fastest way to soak her pussy.
"Ahh… N-Now?"
"I want it now. Any reason not to?"
"N-No, but… Hng! The bedroom's inside… Ah!"
As I toyed with her clitoris, clear fluid dripped from her slit. Preparation took under a minute.
Even with Sexual Arousal, her responsiveness is exceptional. Serin had been anticipating this.
"Here's fine. Thanks to your daily cleaning, the hallway's spotless."
The marble hallway—sourced from this world, not modern Korea—is pristine.
I carefully lowered Serin to the floor. Pulling her maid uniform down revealed perky B-cup breasts. Pink nipples stood stiffly atop supple mounds.
Groping one breast and spreading her legs into an M-shape, I positioned myself.
"M-Master…"
Squelch!
I thrust my cock into her. It parted her tight walls, plunging deep.
"Sherin's pussy… Just like when I first took you. So snug."
"I-I'm glad… you find it pleasing… Haah!"
As I rocked violently, Serin gripped my shoulders.
"Hhk! Ah!"
I glanced at her face. Half-lidded eyes glistened; she bit her lower lip seductively.
I kissed her, tongue invading her mouth.
"Chuuh! Hmmph!"
Slap! Slap!
Sherin's legs soon wrapped around my waist.
Footsteps approached—multiple. Clicking heels and light steps.
Breaking the kiss, I turned.
Yuria led ten trainees in apprentice maid uniforms. They'd encountered us mid-tour.
The children stared wide-eyed.
"Master. I'm relieved to see you in good health."
"Serin unnie…"
"Ah… Aaah! D-don't look! Haaah! Master! The children… Hng! Are watching!"
Squelch! Squelch!
Of course, my hips didn't stop.
"Your pussy's tightening! Getting off on being watched?"
"N-No… Hnnngh!"
Serin trembled violently, climaxing. I came inside her, cock pulsing as it emptied.
"…!"
Serin's head tilted back, mouth gaping. Her eyes rolled up.
"Everyone, watch closely. She is serving Master. One of the duties of an official maid. What did I call this service?"
"Pussy service!"
The children answered.
Their ages varied. Some blushed; others watched blankly.
"Correct. Pussy service. The most honorable and proud duty of an official maid."
I chuckle softly and pull out my cock. It was quite satisfying. My slightly softened dick, now flaccid, was smeared with love juices and cum.
"Serin. Make sure to clean up thoroughly. The children are watching. Set an example."
"Haa, haa… Yes. Head Maid."
Serin sits up and begins meticulously licking my cock with her tongue. With each swipe of her tongue, the cum and juices coating my shaft vanish.
Yuria nods approvingly.
"Everyone, cleaning Master's cock is a crucial task. Pay close attention to how Serin does it."
"Yuria, are you training the girls?"
"Yes. The morning session is over. I'll prepare your meal right away."
"No. It's fine. I'll eat later today."
I bid Yuria farewell and head downstairs to the basement with lighter steps.
I enter the bathhouse on the first basement level. Today, a bath felt more appealing than breakfast.
Stepping naked into the bath, I find guests already there. Two women are soaking in a rose-scented tub infused with potions. Not unusual—they likely came during their break or off-duty hours.
I never restricted bathhouse access. I'd hoped for situations like this.
They rise immediately upon seeing me.
"Master!"
"Relax... Sit. I'm just here to wash."
I shower quickly and join them in the rose tub.
The two already in the bath are Rizel and Kelly.
Rizel has long orange hair. She was skin and bones when she first arrived, but after two weeks, her body has filled out nicely.
Her breasts are small, barely an A-cup, but she's still growing. A faint patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair sits above her vulva.
She's a virgin. I learned from Yuria which maids remain untouched.
Rizel's expression stiffens nervously as I approach.
She's a full maid now… I left her alone before because she was too scrawny. But now… I could summon her to the bedroom right away.
I grin slyly.
Over the past two weeks, I've slept with nine maids. The others were left alone due to poor physical conditions. Now that two weeks have passed, they've likely improved—time to call those I've neglected.
The other one is Kelly.
Kelly, a bold woman with navy-blue hair, sports a sleek bob and snow-white skin. Her C-cup breasts and long, slender legs stand out.
Hailing from the northern frontier, her skin is flawless. Her pussy is bare—she shaved it off, claiming her pubic hair grew too unruly.
"Master… You just woke up, didn't you?"
Kelly reads me perfectly. I nod with a smile.
She uses informal speech because I ordered her to. It's part of her "bold older sister" persona. A few maids like her keep things exciting.
"Running into you two here… Today's my lucky day."
I reach out, grip their shoulders, and pull them close. They flinch slightly but stay in my arms.
My hands slide down to grope their breasts—an A-cup and a C-cup. Two distinct textures.
I prefer larger breasts, but that doesn't mean I dislike smaller ones.
'Nothing beats the breasts of a beautiful woman.'
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