Chapter 110 - Maid Play

 The star of the negotiation has yet to arrive.

In the meantime, I found myself in the reception room receiving the most heartfelt hospitality from the maid.

"Would you like a refill on your tea? Or perhaps more of these cakes?" 

"Oh, no, no... I’m fine, really!"

It was a literal tea-assault. If this kept up, my stomach would be sloshing before the representative even showed her face.

"Oh, but you're so young; surely you have plenty of room? Please, don't hold back. You're free to devour everything in front of you."

"Everything in front of me..."

In front of me were the sweets, the tea, and the maid. Wait, everything?

It was a dangerous provocation. Yesterday, she had been in the shadow of the Widow Corzette, but looking at her now, Frim possessed a moist, refined elegance that didn't seem like that of a mere servant. If her mistress was a vivid red rose, this maid was a quiet blue iris—a hidden, tranquil beauty.

She kept that allure wrapped tight in her uniform, but the moment I became conscious of the curve of her hips beneath that Victorian skirt, her femininity hit me like a physical blow. It was a combat form that alternated between professional stoicism and raw womanly charm.

Is this the true power of a maid outfit?

"I truly apologize for my mistress’s delay. It is an inexcusable breach of etiquette, but her position as branch representative keeps her terribly busy...!"

I was fairly certain the "urgent business" was a lie. I’d already eavesdropped on their secret chat. This was a honey trap. And to spring it, they’d sent this maid—her sex appeal barely contained by her uniform—as the first wave to break my defenses. One-on-one.

"This is a problem," she mused with forced concern. "If Mistress Corzette is delayed much longer, you'll surely get bored. If only there were some way to kill the time..."

"It's fine," I said, playing along. "I'm with a beauty like you. I could stare at your face for hours without getting bored."

"Are you only looking at my face?"

"Hmm?"

"Women are more sensitive to a man’s gaze than you might think. Your eyes on my chest... my hips..."

Hahaha. Caught red-handed.

"I appreciate your kindness, but a maid cannot simply rely on a guest’s patience. It would be a stain on my professional honor if I let you be bored. Perhaps I could offer a little... entertainment to bridge the gap?"

"Entertainment?"

"Since you seem to enjoy appreciating my various parts... here... ❤️❤️"

Rustle, rustle...

The sound of fabric. Frim reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and hiked it up.

Wait—if you lift a long skirt that high, things start becoming visible. First, the bare legs that had been strictly hidden, and then, deeper still, the female mystery itself. A tiny scrap of fabric covering her center.

Panties! Maid panties!

"I hope this isn't an eyesore, but I chose my undergarments with a bit of extra 'spirit' today. What do you think?"

"It’s magnificent!"

Most of all, the color was magnificent. Purple! Purple panties! Purple, violet, the color of royalty and decadence! To choose such a bewitching shade for her underwear... this maid was a pro!

"Purple is rare, isn't it? It's a special product distributed by the Selengren Merchant Coalition. If you like them, perhaps you should buy some as souvenirs for your lovers?"

"I'll take thirty pairs!"

"You have that many...?"

She was certainly generous with her view. This confirmed it: she was definitely running a honey trap to seduce me. The mistress had talked big about breaking me, but it looked like the servant was the one doing the initial scouting.

The battle had begun. It was an overt provocation. In that case, I’d strike back with something even more overt.

"Well? Did my panties help kill a bit of time?"

"That’s an understatement! This is the best memory I’ve had in this city!" I said, feigning deep emotion. Then... "I’d like to thank you in return! Since you showed me yours, let me show you something of mine!"

"Eh?"

"How about my cock?!"

I stood up and dropped my pants in one lightning-fast motion. I didn't give her a chance to object. Before she could even gasp, my trousers and underwear were at my knees, and my hardened cock popped out.

"Hee?! It's... it's huge?!"

It seemed she liked it. I should mention that thanks to my [Pole Master] skill [Grand Pole], my piece is significantly larger than average. It’s the kind of size that makes "well-endowed" men lose their confidence and go limp.

Frim clearly had plenty of life experience, but I doubted she’d ever encountered a "masterpiece" like this.

"S-so grand? With a tool like this... you handled the Queen of Reniosegra...?"

"What about the Queen?"

"Oh, nothing at all!"

She played dumb, but I knew what she was thinking. Yes, our Queen has screamed for mercy many times because of this cock. (Though she makes me scream, too.)

"What do you think? Does it meet a maid's high standards?" I brought my erection right up to her nose. It was a monolith of masculine arrogance. Frim’s eyes were pinned to the dark, pulsing tower.

"Yes...! It is... very impressive...!"

"You showed me your panties, I showed you my cock. A mutual appreciation society. We could forget the time like this, don't you think?"

"Yes, I suppose so...!"

"But as it stands, our 'show-and-tell' isn't complete."

"Eh? ...Ah?!"

She realized it then. Her hands had long since let go of her skirt. Gravity had done its work, and the hem had fallen back into place. Her panties were hidden once more.

"How clumsy of me! I must show you my panties immediately...!"

She had been so shocked by the sight of my cock that she’d forgotten to hold her skirt up. I took it as a compliment.

"Wait... just a moment...!" she fumbled, trying to hike the skirt back up, but she was trembling. She grabbed the fabric and missed, the skirt falling again. My cock had completely blown her composure.

"This is terrible! What should I do? You’re showing me your cock, but I, your maid, can’t even keep my panties on display...!"

"If it's too hard to hold the skirt up..." I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Why don't you just take the whole uniform off?"

"Ah... ❤️❤️"

"If it’s off your body, you don't have to worry about the hem. And I’d be much happier if I could see more of Frim’s panties."

"You used my name... ❤️❤️"

I’d just remembered it from her talk with the mistress, but being called by name has a way of making a woman melt.

"Then... since you've already bared yourself to show me your cock, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't take everything off, too... ❤️❤️"

"Oh?"

"I'll take off my uniform... ❤️❤️ and my purple panties... ❤️❤️ and we can show off our 'parts' to each other. I think that would be wonderful... ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Is she sure about that? If a naked man and a naked woman are standing face-to-face, there’s only one logical next step. Frim’s eyes grew hazy with lust.

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The wet sound of impacting flesh echoed through the reception room. It was the sound of my hips hammering against her sweat-soaked rear.

"Sex! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Pussy, pussy, pussy sex!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

I had sex with the maid. Or rather, I am having sex with her.

The maid, who had accepted my proposal with surprising ease, immediately untied her apron, shed her uniform, stepped out of her panties as she promised, and even discarded her bra—becoming completely nude without me even asking.

When a man and a woman of the right age strip completely to "appreciate" each other, it doesn't just end there. Sex started as a natural conclusion.

I thrust my rigid penis deep inside, completing the invasion of the maid's canal.

"Ohhh!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️Sex! ❤️❤️ Your cock is deep inside my pussy! ❤️❤️ I've wanted this since the moment I saw it! I wanted this huge pole inside me!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"Thinking about that while on duty? You're quite the lewd maid."

"Yes!! ❤️❤️ I was getting my pussy wet inside my uniform!! ♥♥ Please punish this naughty maid!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Alright. If it's punishment she wants, a good spanking is in order. I poured all my strength into slamming my hips against her rear.

"Ngh! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Your cock is hitting the very back of my pussy!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Now. It's about time to finish. I'm thinking of finishing inside—what do you say?

"Of course! ❤️❤️ Please, ejaculate inside me! ❤️❤️ A maid's pussy is just a vessel for her guest's semen, so don't worry about a thing! ❤️❤️ Satisfying the guest is a maid's duty!"

What incredible professional dedication. Well, I'll take her up on her resolve and stain that canal white.

"Hyaaah!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Incredible, incredible!! ❤️❤️ The semen flowing into my pussy feels amazing!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

The naked maid trembled in pleasure. Watching her body convulse at her peak, her anus twitching while she still gripped my penis with her vagina, was a moving sight. The true charm of doggy-style sex.

"Thank you... for showing mercy... to a maid... ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

As I pulled out, a massive amount of semen spilled from the gaping entrance, dripping onto the floor. There's a real sense of achievement in conquering a woman like this.

"A little maid-sex to kill time until my mistress arrives... did you enjoy it?"

Oh, right. That was the setup we used to start this. Using sex as "time-killing" is an incredibly decadent luxury. It felt like a dream.

"But my mistress is still going to be late. What do you say? Shall we enjoy a little more 'maid-sex' to pass the time? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"

She spread her own cheeks, exposing the lewdest part of a woman. Her rear, steaming with the heat of our coupling, was intensely vivid.

Yeah, that sounds like a great plan. If I can keep having maid-sex like this, I don't mind being "bored" forever.

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