Sara slumped back against the sofa, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her hair tousled and sticking to her forehead.
Lys hovered over her for a moment longer, his lips brushing her neck in a final, lazy kiss before he pulled away. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of her, flushed, satisfied, and utterly spent.
"You're a beast," Sara murmured, her voice weak but laced with affection. She reached down to pull her panties back up, her thighs still trembling from the intensity of her climax. "I mean it. How do you even have the energy for that after everything last night?"
Lys chuckled, sitting up and helping her adjust her clothes. His hands lingered on her hips, fingers tracing the curve of her ass as he tugged her skirt back into place before slapping her asscheeks a little. Making her gasp out loudly, 'AH.'
"What can I say? You just bring it out of me somehow, it's not my fault, it's yours." He leaned in, stealing one more quick peck on her lips, tasting the salt of her skin. His cock, still semi-hard in his pants, twitched at the memory of her tight warmth clenching around his fingers just moments ago.
She swatted his hand away playfully, but there was no real force behind it. "Stop that, or we'll never leave this room. Who knows who might walk in on us?"
As if on cue, they heard faint footsteps echoing from down the hall, likely the butler returning. Lys stood quickly, offering Sara a hand to pull her up. She took it, wobbling a bit on her feet before steadying herself against his chest. Her breasts pressed against him through her thin blouse, nipples still pert and sensitive from his earlier attentions.
"Easy there," he said, his voice low and teasing. One hand slid down to squeeze her ass cheek, feeling the soft pillow under his palm. "Can't let you fall over, when I haven't even done anything to you yet. Some might take it the wrong way."
Sara rolled her eyes but didn't pull away, instead grinding subtly against him for a second, feeling his lingering arousal. "You're the one who made my legs feel like jelly. Now behave, we've got nobles waiting upstairs, remember?"
They straightened their clothes as best they could, Sara smoothing down her skirt and tucking stray hairs behind her ear. Lys adjusted his shirt, hiding the slight bulge in his trousers. The air in the room still carried the musky scent of their quick encounter, a mix of her arousal and his precum that made him want to drag her back down for his own release. But he resisted, opening the door for her with a mock bow.
"After you, my lady," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Sara shot him a smirk as she slipped past, her hip brushing his groin deliberately. "Don't get used to calling me that. I'm no noble."
"Who knows, stick around with me, and you might just become one day."
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They stepped into the hallway, laughing as they flirted with each other. The house was quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the windows. Lys closed the door behind them, his arm casually draping over Sara's shoulders as they walked toward the main area. She leaned into him, her body still buzzing from the orgasm, every step reminding her of how thoroughly he'd pleasured her.
That's when they spotted Bertha. She was hurrying down the corridor, a basket of linens tucked under her arm, her simple maid's uniform hugging her ample curves.
Bertha was in her mid-thirties, with a full figure that spoke of hard work and good meals, being a servant at Sara's house. With her wide hips, a generous bust straining against her apron, and thick thighs that filled out her skirt, anybody would have jumped at the chance to get on her good side.
Of course, only if it were a normal society. Here, people like her were considered not worth men's time, according to most of the men in this village. That's why she was still single even though her marriage age was long past. Not to mention her nature of being shy around strangers, made her more reluctant to get intimate with any men in her busy life. So naturally, she was still a virgin till now.
But Lys didn't knew all of these facts.
He just saw her as Sara's loyal people, and a attarctive woman worth considering if given any chance.
Seeing how her brown hair was tied back in a practical bun, a few strands escaping to frame her round, freckled face, it made him remind a very hot maid, he once had watched on a hentai video back on earth.
Bertha kept her eyes down, focused on her task, oblivious to their approach at first.
Lys's eyes lit up with mischief. He remembered her from earlier encounters, how shy she'd been, barely speaking when he'd tried to chat. And now, seeing her again, his mind wandered to less innocent thoughts. The way her ass swayed as she walked, the subtle jiggle of her breasts with each step... it stirred something primal in him. He pulled away from Sara slightly and called out.
"Hey, Bertha! Where you rushing off to? Got some secret maid business?"
Bertha froze mid-step, her basket nearly slipping from her grip. She turned slowly, her cheeks already turning a deep shade of pink as her eyes darted up to meet his, then quickly away. Thoughts of her previous encounter with Lys came to her mind when he suddenly slapped her ass and gave her an absurd excuse, hard to believe. Yet she kept her composed face and replied with her best.
"O-Oh, Master Lys... Miss Sara. I-I'm just... heading to the laundry room. Nothing special."
Lys stepped closer, his grin widening. He couldn't resist teasing her, especially with the way her uniform clung to her sweat-dampened skin from the day's work. Up close, he could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, hardened from the cool wind in the hall.
"Laundry, huh? Say, Sara, whenever I see her, she is always working, don't ever give her a break or something? The poor woman looks very tired, don't you see? You made her pretty face form wrinkles."
Bertha's face went from pink to scarlet, her hands clutching the basket tighter as if it could shield her. She stammered, eyes fixed on the floor. "N-No, sir! I-I mean, Miss Sara takes care of me very well. Please don't badmouth her!"
Sara elbowed Lys in the ribs, shooting him a glare. "Lys, cut it out. You don't have to tease her like that. Bertha's already shy around strangers, especially pushy ones like you. Give her a break."
Lys rubbed his side, feigning hurt, but his eyes never left Bertha. He leaned in a bit closer, close enough to catch the faint, earthy scent of her, soap mixed with a hint of feminine musk from her labors. "Aw, come on, Sara. I'm just being friendly. Bertha, here's part of the team now, right? Gotta break the ice somehow."
Bertha shifted uncomfortably, her thighs pressing together as she tried to back away without being rude. "I-It's okay, Miss Sara. I should... I should get back to work." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Lys caught the slight tremble in it, not just shyness, but something else. As if she showed a flicker of curiosity in her eyes when she glanced up at him.
Sara placed her arms on her waist, her tone stern but affectionate. "See? You're making her uncomfortable. Apologize, Lys."
He held up his hands in surrender, but his smile was anything but innocent. "Alright, alright. Sorry, Bertha. Didn't mean to embarrass you. Just thought a little joke might lighten the mood."
But as he said it, his gaze dipped lower, tracing the curve of her cleavage where her apron gaped slightly.
Bertha nodded quickly, mumbling a "T-That's fine" before turning to hurry away, her hips swaying more noticeably now, as if self-conscious under his stare.
Sara sighed, watching her go. "You really become very perverted sometimes, Lys. She's been with me for years, and she's sweet as pie, and I also told you, strangers make her clam up, especially men. So, don't scare her off."
Lys watched Bertha disappear around the corner, his mind already racing with possibilities. He turned to Sara with a wicked gleam in his eye, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Oh, don't worry. She's gonna warm up to me real soon. I can feel it."
Sara raised an eyebrow, catching the undertone in his words. "What do you mean by that? Lys, hellooo..."
She was barking on her own, but Lys had his gaze on the screen in front of him, over the screen, only he could see.
It was a new quest.
<< Tier 2 Quest: "Voyeur's Delight" >>
Objective: Watch Bertha naked without her knowledge.
Reward: 200 SP | +10 Affection | Voyeurism Perk Unlock (Increases lust from hidden observations by 15%)
Note: Target is ripe for awakening. Her shyness hides a deep well of unmet desires; tap into it carefully.
Lys's grin widened, his cock stirring again at the thought of watching her strip down, soap up those full curves in a private bath, water cascading over her breasts and down between her thighs... The image was enough to make him hard all over.
The screen faded, leaving him staring down the empty hall. Sara was tugging at his arm, pulling him back to the present. "Hello, Earth to Lys? You okay? You zoned out there."
He shook it off, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, his hand slipping down to grope her ass one more time. "Yeah, just thinking about… something."