”…Yes, what is it?”
When he opened the door, Taris had a super annoyed look on her face. Anyone could understand why-if some guy came to a girl’s room at this crazy hour, she’d make that face too.
And not just any guy-this was the guy who kept hitting on her and making her sleep with him every time they met, acting like a boss she couldn’t say no to.
Normally, just seeing that guy at work would be depressing enough. On top of that, he was married to the lady she respected and served, and since he lived there too, she didn’t even get a private life anymore.
Anyway, that guy was him.
”Oh, well, you see…”
He explained why he had come. Basically, he was just with Layla for their first night together, but she was so young and innocent that he gave up on forcing things and decided to take it slow with her… something like that. Taris listened pretty normally up to that point.
Even so, Taris still looked really grumpy. She had a “why are you telling your maid about your love life?” vibe going on, as if he had zero tact. But maybe she thought it was better than if he’d just forced things anyway.
Then, when he tried to gently explain that he couldn’t finish and was still worked up-so he came to sleep with Taris instead-her face got darker and darker.
He noticed the harsh glare in her eyes and felt a bit uneasy around his own servant, offering a sheepish laugh.
”Anyway, can I come in? It’s weird talking in the hallway like this.”
”…Pray, step inside.”
This was his own house, and even though she was his wife’s lady-in-waiting, she was still a servant there. Yet somehow, he ended up acting all humble around her.
He knew he was asking for something totally crazy, but still, he figured Taris would understand.
Ever since he arrived with Flare, Taris had helped him out a lot-not just when Flare was unavailable, but pretty often, mostly with below-the-belt matters.
Taris had a bad attitude and looked at him like he was a dead fish sometimes, but no matter what, she always let him do it in the end. It wasn’t just sex, either; she would use her hands, her mouth, and do most things he asked.
The only thing off-limits was finishing inside, though that would probably change once Flare bore a son.
Plus, Taris talked a lot of trash before and after, but lately she had been really getting into it during their encounters. She even made noise, which didn’t seem like an act.
Since Taris was a virgin before she started with him, he was definitely the only guy she had ever known, meaning her body was basically his for now.
Lately, he had started to feel like even though Taris worked directly for Flare, she was kind of his too. Even her blunt way of talking and her looks felt like a sign of how close they were. Truthfully, her grumpy attitude turned him on a little, though that wasn’t the main point right then.
”So, how about it? Can I sleep with you just this once? Masturbation just feels lonely, you know. Man, I’ve gotten spoiled… probably thanks to Flare and Taris, hahaha.”
”…”
”Oh, hey, could you not look down on me with that silent, scornful stare? You’re not saying anything, but I swear I just heard ‘Are you stupid?’ in my head.”
”…I pray you excuse my thoughts, sir, but you speak the truth.”
Taris let out a tired sigh. “Haah…”
”Should you still require relief, I humbly suggest you tend to yourself, sir. Whatever prompts you to seek my company…”
Looking at her glaring at him with those half-lidded eyes, he felt kind of happy for some reason. “That’s what I mean-I’ve gotten spoiled. When there’s an amazing maid like you right here who can make me feel good, of course I’m gonna ask,” he said.
No matter what she said, Taris always let him do it in the end, so he buttered her up a bit to keep her happy.
”If it is merely a servant you require for such comfort, upon being left frustrated by Lady Layla, you ought to apply to Mei rather than my humble self. My sole duty is to Lady Flare.”
”Yeah, I know, but it’s Mei’s first day… and besides, do you think it’s okay for me to make a move on her?”
”I beg you not to inquire of me! You must address the girl yourself, sir!”
A vein popped on Taris’s forehead. He made a mental note to ask Mei another time, but for tonight, Taris was just easier to approach.
He apologized while stubbornly negotiating to hold Taris tonight until she let out a huge, exhausted sigh.
”Ugh, very well, sir. Do precisely as you wish. Pray hasten your business, conclude it, and retire to sleep, as I am required to rise early on the morrow.”
Grateful for her concession, he grinned at her words and quickly moved over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to guide her to the bed. He kissed her, then slid his lips down her neck.
Her familiar scent filled his nose, bringing a sense of comfort alongside his excitement. Sure, Flare was his wife, but during this marriage, he had slept with Taris just as much-if not doing even more varied things with her.
Being with Taris had become like spending time with family, a comforting moment where even her grumpy face and bossy attitude fit right in.
During these moments, Taris felt it too, so he didn’t think her annoyed expressions were completely genuine. Whether that fit the term ‘tsundere’ or not, Taris accepted him as he was.
Even though she could just say no and he would back off, she still accepted him, making her a wonderful maid in his eyes.
”Hah, hah, hah… ah, Taris, your inside… feels so good…”
He had Taris on all fours on the bed, holding her thin waist and entering her from behind.
He moved in and out as quietly as he could, feeling himself slide against her wet folds as that amazing tightness gave him immense pleasure.
Taris wasn’t as small as Layla, but she was still plenty thin.
Not sickly thin, but her butt was small, and when he grabbed it, he could feel her hip bones under the thin layer of fat. Even though she had been complaining so much earlier, her body was properly wet and ready for him.
There wasn’t a slapping sound of hips hitting, but every movement produced a wet, squelching noise.
Along with that came Taris’s muffled moans. This maid who was normally so rude to him was now dripping wet, desperately trying to hold back her voice while he was inside her-a sight that truly drove him wild.
”Taris… if it feels good, you don’t have to hold back, you know?”
”Ah… ugh… p-pray consider the hour, sir. Should I raise my voice at this late hour, all in the adjoining chambers shall hear…”
She was right, especially since Flare’s room was right next door. Making too much noise would wake her, which was likely the main reason Taris worked so hard to stay quiet. She would rather die than let her beloved mistress hear the sounds she made while he was taking her.
For a second, he remembered scenes from adult manga in his past life where someone answered a phone call during sex and had to keep talking while being touched or penetrated.
”Lady Flare is likely asleep by now, yet I dare not risk disturbing her! Should you wish to reach your climax, pray do so swiftly, sir-and under no circumstances inside, I beg of you!”
”I know, I’m almost there… same as usual?”
”…Very well, sir.”
”Ah, I’m coming…”
He pulled out and quickly shuffled on his knees toward Taris’s face. Without hesitation, she took the tip into her mouth. And then-
”Ugh! (Throb! Throb! Throb!)”
Like finally releasing something held in for far too long, his fluid shot into Taris’s mouth all at once. She closed her eyes, swallowing little by little with a gulp.
This was their standard routine.
No finishing inside, no making a mess on the bed or their bodies-it was the perfect solution for both of them as she swallowed it down.
He grabbed her smooth bob hair, sinking his fingers between the strands to hold her steady while squeezing out every last drop into her mouth, basking in the pleasure. Taris didn’t complain, even continuing to suck on him after he came to clean him off.
She coughed lightly, pulled her mouth away, and spoke up.
”Doth that suffice, sir?”
Her words sounded annoyed, but her breath was heavy and her face was flushed all the way to her ears.
”Ah, that felt great… thanks, Taris! Did you feel good too?”
”Well… I suppose so, sir.”
She sighed, sounding half-hearted and exasperated, though her face looked a bit frustrated too. Still, she actually admitted that having him inside her felt good-even if it was just an “I suppose so, sir,” Compared to when they first started, he felt they had gotten much closer, though he wondered if he was just being overly optimistic.
”Anyway, like you said, from now on if something happens with Layla, I’ll talk to Mei about it. But I’d welcome you anytime, Taris. You can ask me, too-not just me asking you. Like, ‘Master, my body is aching and I can’t sleep tonight…’ you know?”
When he said that jokingly, deep wrinkles formed on Taris’s forehead, making him realize he might have pushed it too far.
”In that case, sir, your exit lies precisely that way.”
She pointed at the door with exaggerated politeness. He translated her gesture internally: once finished, get back to your own room. He was getting pretty good at understanding her true meaning, and the experience with her had been great once again.
Thus, the night Layla joined the household ended with Taris somehow taking care of the unfinished business from the first night.
He knew he would be able to be with Layla eventually, as she didn’t seem to hate him.
As for Mei-a big-breasted, glasses-wearing, gentle type who seemed natural and timid compared to Taris-he wondered how he should handle things with her going forward.
The only certainty was that the Walker House in Quinta would keep getting more interesting as new members joined.
Trivia:
- Kyle’s internal justification for his possessiveness over Taris rests entirely on the fact that she was a virgin before him, revealing his view of intimacy as a form of territorial claiming rather than mutual connection.
- The repeated emphasis on Taris’s “grumpy face” and “cold attitude” as comforting suggests Kyle has reframed her genuine annoyance as a form of intimacy, an interpretation Taris herself does not confirm.
- Kyle’s casual assumption that Flare giving birth to a son will “lift” Taris’s restriction on finishing inside implies he treats her body’s boundaries as contingent on his wife’s reproduction rather than Taris’s own consent.