Maid's Diary

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Around 7 a.m., despite not having an alarm clock, I woke up on time, Theresa.
I opened my eyes and saw the little cutie still fast asleep, his hands
outstretched as if grasping something. Following his forearms, I saw he was clutching my
nipples.

"He'll definitely be a big pervert when he grows up," I couldn't help but mutter. (I don't know why
I had such thoughts at the time, he's just a 5-year-old boy.)

But I quickly covered my lips with my fingers, watching the little master nervously.
Only after confirming he was still sound asleep did I relax. If the master knew I'd woken him
, he'd probably scold me again!

However, I had to admire the little master's sleeping quality; he'd been sleeping since 9 p.m. last night
and showed no signs of waking up. It's just that his sleeping posture was a bit awkward; who would want to sleep in the same bed with him in the future
?

It's time, and I should get up and get ready to welcome my little prince. I
don't know why, but every morning my pajamas are always disheveled, and my bra and panties are always
gone. My breasts are exposed; I guess it's the little prince's doing again. But why is my lower abdomen so bloated
? And why is there a band-aid on my vulva?

I've tried to find the answer, but I haven't found one. Over time, I've gotten used to it.
Maybe I would have been surprised if it hadn't happened that day.

Then, something unexpected happened. Even in his sleep, my mischievous little prince couldn't resist his
playful nature. Taking advantage of my momentary lapse in attention, he clenched his fist and squeezed my nipple tightly. And for some reason
, my nipple was incredibly sensitive. Luckily, I reacted quickly, or I would have cried out. (Could it be that I
've developed feelings for the young master?)

The child's grip wasn't strong, but to avoid waking him, I slowly pulled out my nipple
, then got out of bed and went to the adjacent bathroom to shower. In this bathroom with its god-like soundproofing, I
wasn't worried at all about the young master waking up.

While showering, I also expelled the milky white fluid from my body. Afterward, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and showed off my
figure, then did my usual routine: massaging my breasts with both hands. Although my breasts were already a
C cup, a little bigger would definitely be more attractive.

There was one more thing I hadn't forgotten: recording myself, so I could check it tonight to see if I had
done anything wrong.

After finishing everything, I put on my maid outfit, then adjusted
my breasts through the zippers under my armpits, and zipped it up. I must say, the zipper design was really convenient.

After getting ready, I went out and stood by the bed, quietly watching the sleeping young master, waiting for him to wake up,
hoping to give him my sweetest smile.

Around eight o'clock, the young master finally woke up, rubbed his little eyes, and then happily smiled at me, saying,
"Good morning, Sister Theresa!" (Although he's from a wealthy family, his upbringing is really good.)

I happily responded with a "Good morning," and then carefully dressed him in a beautiful outfit. He
looked very handsome; he's sure to grow up to be a stunningly handsome young man.

After he was dressed and washed up, I took the young master's hand and we left the room. Just as we stepped out,
I saw a tall man in a butler's uniform standing in front of the door of the next room. I quickly
bowed to him and said, "Good morning, Steward Gu."

The man turned his head, glanced at me, smiled and nodded, then looked at the young master beside me and smiled,
saying, "Good morning, Guanqing." The young master happily waved and called out, "Good morning, Uncle!"

This form of address was quite strange, but since he was just a child and it had been going on for a while, the master and mistress
had gradually accepted it.

Let me briefly explain here. The young master's name is Ran Guanqing. He is the only
male heir of the master and mistress, born after the second young lady turned 16. It was truly a late-blooming son, which made the master overjoyed to tears
. Although he had a daughter with exceptional talent, he still held a deep-seated preference for male superiority and
hoped that a son would inherit his family fortune. However, the name Ran Guanqing was not chosen by the master, but rather
suggested by Steward Gu.

Since we're on the topic, let me introduce Steward Gu. Steward Gu has been working here for over six years, always
diligent and kind. He is my ideal man, but it's just a secret crush. After all,
everyone knows he has a secret relationship with the eldest young lady, but after six years, it's really a bit unreasonable that they haven't gotten together
.

Okay, back to the main topic. Steward Gu has been standing at the door many times before, so I didn't
say anything more and led the young master downstairs. Downstairs, the master, mistress, and young lady were already seated
. Besides the young master beside me, only the second young lady, whom Steward Gu was urging, remained.

After breakfast, the master, mistress, and young ladies went out to work. I took the young master to kindergarten
, and then began my day's work.

(The 6 PM bell rang throughout the manor.)

Recorder: Izayoi Sakuya. It seemed to be 6 PM, and Theresa had been forced to sleep. Although
I was catching up on sleep while Theresa was on her way, I still knew
everything Theresa had done that day.

Since it's a different person, I should introduce myself. My name is Izayoi Sakuya. Yes, my name
is the same as the maid in *Touhou Koumakyou*, and my appearance is almost identical to hers. The only
significant difference is my chest. Why am I like this? The reason is my
master; my current appearance is entirely the result of his modifications, and he also gave me this name.

As for the purpose of my existence, you'll find out later. As for
who my master is, you'll find out later as well.

The little boy standing beside me was the young master Theresa had mentioned, named Ran Guanqing, I suppose. I must say,
that name is incredibly fitting; it must have been the master's idea, hoping he would surpass everyone else and also be upright and
incorruptible.

Enough with the complaints, I should get to work. It's just past six, and my current
task is to help chop vegetables in the kitchen. Although I can't be with the young master, this is all I can do, after all,
it's the master's order.

Arriving in the kitchen, I began my work, cutting the vegetables and meat in front of me into
the way the female chef wanted. However, I wasn't the only one doing this; several skilled maids were also doing it.

Sigh, so much competition! Is it going to be another one of my turn? I haven't been here in ages!

I started working, picking up a cleaver in one hand and a potato in the other to chop.

Just then, a man entered the kitchen. He was plain-looking, but his clothes
were extremely conspicuous—the butler's uniform specially made for this manor. Yes, that's right, it's Butler Gu, now I should
call him Master Gu.

According to Theresa's memory, Butler Gu was a diligent person, and coming to the kitchen was definitely to help
. However, Master Gu has the same appearance as Butler Gu, but is completely different, and he
has other purposes for coming to the kitchen.

He walked to the female head chef's side, licked her cheek with his tongue, and then
reached his hands directly into the zipper opening under her armpits, gently and slowly rotating her full breasts. However, the head chef did
n't seem angry at all, her hands continuing to work tirelessly despite Master Gu's harassment.

Speaking of which, the two zippers added to the sides of all our clothes were Master Gu's doing, so
that he could enjoy our beautiful breasts anytime, anywhere without having to take off his clothes, and without making us
lose face in certain situations.

But anyway, it seems it's probably not my turn again today.

How long ago was the last time I was favored by Master? I remember I was wiping Old Man Long's antique
bottle in the living room when my master came over and grabbed my breasts, which were covered by my clothes. He squeezed them
tightly, making my chest feel prickly. The roughness and warmth of his hand immediately transmitted through my delicate skin,
arousing me instantly. I wasn't usually that sensitive, but it was all because of my master's modifications. I stopped and
wanted to turn around and say something to my master, but he didn't give me a chance. He said first, "Don't forget
your work."

Ugh... you awful master, you bad master, bullying me like this, knowing I can't resist you,
and all I wanted to say was, "Master, could you be a little gentler?"

I could only suppress my body's sensitive reaction and continue my work. My master showed no
mercy, one hand resting on my breasts, while the other hand slid down my thigh and directly into my
vagina. He even bit my ear, my sensitive spot that I've always had.

My master's hands squeezed my breasts hard, causing a slight pain, but somehow I also felt
an unbelievable pleasure (had I decided on a new fetish?). His other hand was
constantly moving in and out of my vagina, his large fingers smoothing out the protrusions inside. I felt
a surge of heat gathering in my body, converging in my vagina, and finally erupting, drenching
my master's fingers.

I remember being afraid that my master would be disgusted by my lustful fluids, but he
wasn't angry. He even put his fingers in my panting mouth to prove that it wasn't dirty fluid
.

What a kind and respectable master!

But, there are always unexpected things in life, and it was precisely this unexpectedness that surprised me, because my master came towards
me. He really came towards me; I wasn't seeing things.

I saw him walk behind me, then pull me into his arms, his hands like two snakes, climbing upwards
, seemingly aiming for my breasts.

"Finally, my dear master. My breasts are impatient, their peaks supporting my
clothes, displaying their height to you; my skin is already incredibly sensitive, unable to resist your warmth
; my vagina is also beginning to flow, please don't mind that I'm such a wanton woman.

But, master, you didn't do as I wished, but stopped below my breasts, and then unfastened
the only snap there. Come to think of it, I hadn't even noticed there was a snap there, was it master's
doing again?

The answer is undoubtedly yes. After unfastening the snap, master held one end and slowly pulled it out, and then a
thin rope, at least two meters long, was pulled out from my clothes. I couldn't imagine that there was such a long rope inside my clothes
, was it for secret bondage?

Bondage was just my wild imagination, the rope's purpose wasn't that." As the thin rope
was pulled further, my clothes gradually crumbled into pieces, falling to the ground—my skirt, my
lower abdomen, my arms, my chest, even my white stockings—all fell away,
revealing my bare thighs.

At this moment, besides a pair of shoes and an apron, nothing else was visible on me
. My body was exposed to everyone's gaze.

I saw it, felt a chill, and heard
the stares of the maids chopping vegetables beside me.

"You lot, don't forget your work," Master Gu's voice rang out behind me.

Judging from his tone, it seemed he was speaking to someone else, but I knew these familiar words
were directed not only at others but also at me.

Unable to disobey his command, I could only suppress the chill, the shame, and the surging
pleasure within me, and continue my work.

I knew Master Gu was about to make her move. But where would she start? My lips? Is it my peak? Or my
lower abdomen?

Yet, it seems I've never truly understood my master; he simply squatted down and pried open his hands...
He spread my soft, elastic buttocks and then licked my vulva.

"Ugh...no, Master~ It's dirty there~" But this was just my inner voice. In reality, even with trembling
legs, I endured it, feeling my master's tongue, feeling the bumps on it, feeling my master's reward
.

Gradually, my hands also trembled, to the point where I dared not cut any further. At the same time,
my master went further, inserting a finger directly into my anus. "

Wait! Not there~" Then I succumbed, my gushing fluids forming a puddle on the ground.
Fortunately, Theresa had already cleaned up before the bell rang, otherwise I would have been embarrassed
.

What a wicked master.

After dinner, I didn't have much to do, just play with the young master until he fell asleep at nine o'clock
. After that, I was free to move around.

Back in the young master's room, I started playing with his various toys—building blocks,
imitation games, tic-tac-toe puzzles, Luban locks. Don't underestimate him just because he's young; he's quite intelligent. There weren't any of these things I couldn't
play with.

Speaking of which, the master was probably busy having fun with the ladies of the house during this time.
I remember one time, White Pig (the lady of the house) asked me to make her a cup of coffee around eight o'clock. So, at eight
o'clock, I made a cup of coffee and went to the lady's studio.

Since the studio had the best soundproofing, I didn't know what was happening inside, but
when I pushed open the door, I saw the master naked.

The first to react was my master. He asked me what I wanted, and I said I
was there to bring the lady coffee. He said to himself, "Your coffee is here," and then turned around.

The master was holding the naked white pig's legs, his enormous penis
thrusting violently into her vagina. The scene of his penis entering and exiting the narrow opening was clearly visible.

The white pig was clearly in a daze, fluid from her vagina spilling onto the floor. At the master's call, the white pig
finally came to her senses and asked me to put her on her table. But the master stopped her.

The master continued thrusting his penis forcefully, and then, with a loud groan from the white pig, I could clearly see
him ejaculating into her filthy belly.

After ejaculating, the master pulled his penis out and then made me use a coffee cup to catch the
white, cloudy fluid leaking from the white pig's vagina until it completely covered the rim of the cup before he told me to stop.

Then I placed the spiked coffee on the table, listening to the conversation behind me: "How's it going? Got any inspiration
?"

"Ha...yes...yes...and...it's a great inspiration..."

"That's wonderful."

"I must say, this kind of exercise is really effective."

"Then you start designing, I'll play for a while."

As I walked towards the door, my master and the white pig went towards the table.

As I left the studio and closed the door, I saw through the crack that the white pig was lying on her side on
the table, her hands trembling as she wrote and drew on the paper. Her legs were in a straight line, one foot on
the ground, the other pointing skyward. My master grabbed the pig's leg that was raised high with one hand, letting his penis
go in and out of the small opening once again.

Huh? Why did I write so much? Why?

Nine o'clock finally arrived, and even the most excited young master couldn't avoid falling asleep.

So I can start my free time now. But just as I was about to leave the young master's room, I ran into
my master. I thought he would pounce on me like a beast of desire, taking my place
right there in the corridor (how exciting!), but instead, he told me I couldn't go anywhere and had to stay in the young master's room.

Waaah... Do you hate me, master?

It was past eleven o'clock, time for me to go to sleep. But I was incredibly restless, after all,
my master had aroused my desire, and now I had nowhere to release it. I couldn't exactly go to the young master

, could I? But if my master didn't come to favor me, I couldn't force him, after all, he was my master.

I changed into my gauze nightgown, then went to the bedside, lay down on my side, looked at the sleeping young master,
and gently placed a hand on his body. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep. In my

hazy state, I didn't know if I was actually asleep, but not long after midnight (I guess)
, I heard a creak, and the door was pushed open.

Because of the lack of light, I couldn't see who opened the door, nor could I tell where that person was.

A question arose in my mind: Who is this? It's so late, could it be Master? But Master just carried me to
the bathroom and ravished me yesterday! Master is always fickle; he never ravishes on the same person two days in a row.

Just as I was guessing, someone grabbed my calf and pulled me down a short distance, bringing my
face directly to the young master's. Then his hands climbed up my thighs, spreading them open,
completely exposing my vulva.

Who was it? I didn't know. Maybe it was Master, maybe someone else. If it was Master, that would be fine, but
if it was someone else, wouldn't I be violated? After thinking it over, I decided to threaten softly:
"Hey, who are you? Don't mess around. My Master is outside. You'll regret it!"

The person's hands visibly moved for a moment, but then came a sharp, shrill laugh.

It was definitely not my master's voice, I was certain of it. It meant someone from outside the manor was trying to violate
me. No, my body belongs to my master! I immediately tried to scream.

But the man spoke first, saying, "Master said you cannot resist me, nor can you wake the young
master."

As soon as he finished speaking, I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, as if it were being suppressed
.

At the same moment, the man seemed to lean down, pressing his hands against my knees, and then his tongue directly licked...
It touched my little crevice. I could clearly feel the wetness and roughness of his tongue; I could even feel
his snake-like tongue constantly probing into my little hole, stimulating the sensitive flesh inside.

I wanted to resist, but my body felt like it was filled with lead, unable to move, my hands frozen in place,
unable to move according to my will.

What was happening? Why was this happening? I felt it must be because of the command this pervert had given me.
I was even more confused. What I couldn't resist was my master's words—I needed to see his face and hear his
voice. But now, just adding the words "my master said" in front of it, I completely obeyed
the command.

I was horrified, terrified, after all, this was a very serious matter, and I didn't know who had
given me the command or when.

I wanted to scream, even if it wasn't my master, but my body seemed to ignore that and still
began to react. However, due to this perverted command, I instinctively tried to cover myself and stop myself from
waking the young master. My hand, resting on him, gently stroked him, while my other hand
covered my mouth, preventing any accidental noise from disturbing him.

The pervert licking me made me feel disgusted, but the surging pleasure within my body told
me that my body was rejoicing. I didn't want to admit it, but I had to admit that this pervert's appearance was
perfectly timed.

The pervert seemed unsatisfied, pulling my legs back to their original position, making me lie on my side again. Then I
clearly felt the bed sag, confirming that the pervert had climbed onto the bed. I was actually sharing a bed with this pervert!

I lay on my side facing the young master, while the pervert lay behind me, his hands
moving from under my armpits to my chest, then grabbing directly at my breasts. Because of the sheer skirt, the pervert's hands didn't directly
touch my breasts, but the friction from the skirt caused a surging sensation, and my cleavage
immediately became engorged with blood before being taken over by his hands.

Damn it, I shouldn't feel anything! But! But…

the pervert became even more brazen, grabbing the sheer skirt and tearing it to shreds with great force,
the tearing sound clearly audible.

I should have instinctively covered myself, but I didn't. Instead, I instinctively tried to soothe the young master,
letting him continue sleeping.

Then, I realized the seriousness of the situation. The pervert had already gone this far, so
I could completely guess what would happen next. What should I do! I couldn't resist him, but my mind could still
think normally, meaning I just couldn't physically resist him, right?

So, talking should be okay, right? Although I knew verbal resistance would probably be ineffective,
how would I know if I didn't try?

I turned my head slightly and said fiercely, "Don't think you can be arrogant for long. Once I can move
, I'll break your bones one by one and cut your penis piece by piece. Don't
guess whether I dare or not; as a maid, I can do anything."

I spoke softly, but even I was terrified by what I said. I thought
this pervert would stop.

But he seemed completely unconcerned, his hands once again climbing up my master's breasts, and he inserted his
penis into my vagina.

"Ughhh~" I desperately covered my mouth to prevent my voice from escaping. Waking up the young master had
become my only lifeline, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

The pervert's penis squeezed into my narrow passage. Although it felt about the same size as my master's, I still couldn't
adapt well; it was just too big. Are there monsters like my master in this world?!

What to do? My breasts were grabbed, my vagina was occupied, and my body was starting to react. I belong to my master,
yet I'm reacting in someone else's arms—how despicable! The pervert's movements were violent; his penis
thrust in and out of my vagina like a pile driver, splattering breast milk all over the floor. His hands were constantly kneading and shaking
my breasts up and down. But I couldn't resist; I could only silently endure it.

How could the bed not shake with such violent movements? Shake it, shake it, shake it even more violently,
it would be best to wake the young master. But my unruly hands started moving again, sometimes gently stroking, sometimes slightly raising my head,
using various methods to prevent the young master from...

Finally, he erupted inside my vagina, spitting his filthy fluid into my sacred
palace. I also erupted, my holy fluid pouring onto his penis.

Afterwards, he pulled out his penis, got off the bed, and said to me in a shrill voice, "Thank you for the
treat," before leaving the room.

I was defiled, sob sob...

But what could I do now? I could only hide it, because I didn't want to be abandoned by my master
.

As for my body in this state, let Theresa worry about it.

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