All women's services

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-11 17:39:21

Author: Unknown
Translator: Tiger Ray
Word Count: 30,000 (Complete)
"Well then, excuse me..."
The loyal attendant Emilia bowed her head respectfully to her mistress.
Emilia was extremely loyal to her mistress Marugarete, which was why her weekly return to her fiefdom was forgiven—when Emilia was away, the usual deputy head maid of Noien Dorufu Castle served as the temporary head maid, which meant a decrease in the quality of meals and housework for Marugarete.
"Emily. You can have one of those men captured in the dungeon. Pick one you like and take it back."
"W-is that alright...?"
Emilia was surprised by her mistress's unexpected kindness.
As she wondered, Marugarete replied,
"Yes, please have a... fulfilling holiday, hehe."
Marugarete returned to her room with a relaxed smile.
Only the most exceptional men become targets of Noiendorufu.
While expressing gratitude for the unexpected gift from her master, Emilia chose a man—not someone she particularly liked, but simply, she felt a certain attraction to the young man.
Emilia then led him into the carriage bound for her fiefdom—of course, the man had no idea of her thoughts. The
young man was bewildered in the swaying carriage. He had assumed that his only fate, captured by Noiendorufu, would be to perish in the games of that cold-blooded female lord.
However, he was rescued—oh dear, by a beautiful maid. From the moment he was imprisoned, the young man had become intrigued by this woman responsible for their meals. A black Russian-style dress paired with a white apron and white hair accessories—everything about her appearance and attire clearly identified her as a dignified maid.
This woman possessed an ethereal quality—a loneliness beyond words
.
"You—
why did she save me?
Who is she—this completely unknown situation left the young man's mind in turmoil.
"...My name is Emilia. So, Master,"
the maid introduced herself, bowing her head with a practiced movement.
"Emilia…Madam? My name is—"
Emilia raised her pale hand before the young man, who was about to introduce himself.
"—No need to introduce yourself.
Your name has no meaning—Master."
"...!?"
A cold voice announced calmly.
The young man felt a chill run down his spine.
But, for a fleeting moment, it seemed as if a gentleness appeared within Emilia's aura.
"Um...am I the master?"
Considering his own situation, it was obvious that Emilia was the one in a superior position.
He had absolutely no reason to be respected.
"Because I don't know any other way to get along with her besides that,"
Emilia said, then fell silent.
"..."
And the young man also fell silent.
The two sat silently in the swaying carriage.
"Wow, what a big house..."
The young man muttered, looking up at the place in front of him.
Standing there was a mansion that looked like it belonged to a great nobleman.
The exterior alone was breathtakingly luxurious.
Just the fact that Emilia lived in such a house was enough to show her status in the Demon World.
"...It's nothing to worry about. Well then, master, please come this way."
The young man was led into the house.
Of course, the interior was also incredibly spacious.
The entrance hall had a corridor that seemed to stretch on forever, filled with luxurious daily utensils—
and, the mansion felt completely devoid of any signs of human habitation.
It was less like a mansion and more like an abandoned villa.
"Ms. Emilia…where are the others here?"
"This is the Demon Realm; humans other than sex slaves don't exist here,"
Emilia said with a smile.
The young man was seeing her smile for the first time.
"And I have neither family, nor roommates or servants. I live alone in this house."
"I see…"
The spacious, eerily quiet atmosphere filled the mansion. There
was no sign of life; the spacious house was filled only with a terrifying loneliness.
Even just walking through the entrance hall sent a chill down his spine.
"Well then—"
Guided by Emilia, the young man walked down the eerily quiet corridor.
Slight stains clung to the decorations, and a thin layer of dust covered the everyday utensils like jars.
"Unexpectedly dirty... Ah, I'm sorry."
The young man couldn't help but remark on the house's condition, so different from Emilia's seemingly clean impression
—
realizing his slip of the tongue, he immediately apologized.
"Don't worry about it. I only come back here once a week, I don't have time to clean."
"I'm sorry..."
the young man sighed silently after his apology.
She returned to this empty house once a week.
This ridiculously spacious mansion, where no one even bothered to clean—
"Then, Master, please come to the center of this room."
The young man was led to a room with stone floors that resembled a prison.
Although sunlight streamed in through small windows with iron bars, the room remained dark.
Brooms, mops, buckets, vacuum cleaners, and other cleaning tools were visible nearby.
The combination of the unsightly room and the cleaning tools felt very strange.
Was this where the cleaning tools were kept...?
"The center, here...?"
The young man stopped in the center of the room as Emilia had instructed.
In that instant, something made a clanging sound as it reached from the ceiling.
It was two chains with handcuffs attached to their tips—
"What...!? Whoa!"
Without any chance to grasp the situation, the young man's hands were instantly handcuffed.
His body was stretched into a "Y" shape, his movements restricted.
Emilia simply stood quietly—her right hand on the light switch on the wall.
Undoubtedly, she was responsible for all of this.
"What...is this...! Ms. Emilia...?"
The young man twisted and struggled.
But his arms were bound by chains, unable to move.
"Master's body must be quite filthy. It needs to be cleaned..."
In that instant, the young man saw another side of Emilia he had never seen before.
Behind that icy, seemingly indifferent expression lay
a gaze that looked down on men, and an attitude that seemed to revel in the young man's panic.
Emilia no longer intended to conceal her instincts as a rusakyubasu (I don't know how to translate this, but it probably means a succubus or a succubus...) towards men.
"Those clothes are in the way."
Emilia gently raised her right wrist, as if wielding an invisible knife, and made a downward slashing motion.
In an instant, the young man's clothes were sliced into pieces—scattered on the floor.
"Ugh, clothes..."
"No problem. I've already prepared a change of clothes for Master—"
Before the maid's cold words, the young man's lower body was exposed.
Because his arms were restrained, he couldn't cover his crotch.
Emilia stared at his throbbing penis and chuckled.
"Eh, Ms. Emilia...? What...are you going to do...!?"
"I told you to clean, didn't I? Master's understanding is really poor."
With those cold words, she appeared with a rag at some point.
She soaked it in a bucket of water, making sure it was fully saturated—
judging from the glued threads hanging from the rag, it seemed to be some kind of sticky liquid.
Emilia, holding the rag in one hand, walked up to the young man.
"Could it be...?" The young man instinctively thought,
intending to use that rag to wipe—his own body!? Cleaning his body—that was indeed what she said. "You should thoroughly clean your dirty body with a rag," Emilia said, her brows slightly furrowed. "Master, don't you like using a rag?" "Like or dislike...! A rag, something for wiping the body..." Emilia gave the young man, who was struggling anxiously as he spoke, a cold gaze that sent chills down his spine. "—Master, a rag is very suitable." And with that, she pressed the rag onto his right shoulder. The sticky liquid pressed against his skin— "Ah!!" The young man couldn't help but raise his voice at the smooth sensation. "Then, wipe..." Emilia said, slowly moving the rag. The sticky rag crawled around Emilia's body, wetting it. From right shoulder to right wrist, left shoulder to left wrist— she smeared the sticky liquid, like lotion, all over his body. "Ah…! Hey…!" The young man felt grotesque under the sticky liquid. It was like a caressing rag, incredibly pleasurable. "Please don't fuss, Master…" Emilia moved around the young man, carefully rubbing his back and sides. When her rag reached his chest, slowly crawling over his nipples— "Ah… ahhh…!" The stimulation of his nipples made the young man gasp. "Oh? Your nipples are erect, aren't they?" Emilia frowned slightly. "Because of being rubbed by the rag… you're aroused?" Emilia said, rubbing the young man's hardened nipples with the rag as if caressing them. Repeated rubbing, gently pinching with her fingers through the rag… clearly, she was giving him intense stimulation. "Oh, Ms. Emilia…!" "Mama, what a filthy mistress," Emilia muttered, never ceasing her stimulation of his nipples. Gently pulling at his nipples, she pinched and twisted them through the cloth— the young man felt waves of discomfort under her meticulous caresses. Finally, after cleaning his nipples, Emilia moved the cloth down his lower body. She carefully wiped his lower abdomen, starting around his navel, then cleaned his knees and shins— "Ugh…" The young man trembled incessantly at the caresses of the smooth cloth. Finally, the cloth began to slide into his sensitive inner thighs. "Ah, oh!" The young man twisted his body, unable to bear the stimulation of the cloth crawling and twisting on his inner thighs. "Oh, is it itchy? Or…" Emilia whispered, her gaze falling on the young man's penis. Due to the persistent caresses of the cloth, it had reached its limit and was bulging. Drops of sticky fluid seeped from the tip, almost like a plea for caresses. "...Master, do you know what you're about to be done to?" Emilia asked, her expression seemingly contemptuous. Eagerly anticipating the stimulation between his groin, the young man had almost given up resisting. "Ms. Emilia...already, please...here..." "Here, what do you mean? I don't understand, please be clear," Emilia said decisively . "It's...the...crotch," the young man blurted out uncontrollably. If he didn't say it, this beautiful maid might really stop— in that instant of thought, the young man, already unable to offer even the slightest resistance, succumbed to the pleasure Emilia brought him. "...Can we continue, Master?" "..." The silent answer meant affirmation. Understanding what she meant, Emilia moved the rag to the young man's buttocks. And so, she rubbed along the cleft of his buttocks several times—the young man was forced to thoroughly savor the sticky feeling of the rag. "U, ugu..."

The young man's body began to tremble, pushed to the limit by the humiliation of having his buttocks wiped.
He was being treated like an animal, his genitals being wiped with a rag—by that beautiful woman.
Were there so many humiliating things in the world?
Then, Emilia pressed the rag down onto his anus.
"Ah! Haa!!"
The young man cried out, unexpectedly stimulated by the sensation of Emilia's fingers through the rag
.
"What's wrong? Why are you making such a strange sound?"
The rag she used was slippery and swirling, as if she were thoroughly cleaning his anus.
Even his anus was being cleaned by the maid.
While enduring such humiliation, he also gasped for pleasure at the sight of that body—
the excitement and shame the young man experienced were not ordinary.
"Your genitals are also filthy. Should we wash them properly?"
Emilia carefully cleaned his genitals, then wrapped the rag around his scrotum.
Emilia's hand, rubbing his crowded scrotum through the rag—
"Ah, auu…"
The young man's body trembled in response to the sweet stimulation.
His scrotum was being rubbed by Emilia—he was already indulging in that pleasure.
And, the only place that needed cleaning was his penis—
the anticipation of that pleasure made the young man tremble involuntarily.
"Then…"
Emilia returned the rag to the bucket, soaking it in the sticky liquid before vigorously wringing it.
"Please… let me clean the dirtiest part,"
she said, wrapping the rag around his penis.
The sticky sensation mercilessly covered his bulging shaft.
"Eh, Ms. Emilia…!"
With his penis wrapped in the rag, the young man let out a joyful sound.
His penis, covered in the sticky fluid, began to rub against the rag.
Emilia skillfully guided him with her hands, and the young man watched as he reached his climax.
It was almost like the pleasure of having one's penis wrapped and pulled up.
Moreover, the inverted sensation of wiping his penis with a cloth amplified the pleasure many times over.
But he ejaculated under the stimulation of the cloth, a consequence of the young man's pride.
"Agu, uuu…"
he groaned, desperately resisting the pleasure.
"What's wrong with you, Master? Your mouth is opening and closing, and saliva is dripping down…"
"A…, aa…"
But resisting that pleasure was utterly impossible.
The glans was being scrubbed smooth by the cloth.
Emilia's dignified and clean face remained impassive, as if performing a trivial task.
Through the cloth, her hand tightened and pressed against the glans—
"Oh! Ms. Emilia…! Oh aaa!!"
Unable to bear the sweet stimulation, the young man finally reached his climax.
"Get away, get away quickly..."
he said, ejaculating into the rag. There couldn't be a more miserable ejaculation.
"...Bewitched, Master?"
Emilia said casually, seemingly oblivious to the young man's ejaculation.
It was impossible not to notice the penis throbbing to its climax in the rag.
But she pretended not to know, continuing to wipe his penis with the rag.
"Oh...! Mr. Emilia... like that...!"
The young man's penis, splattered with semen, was mercilessly stimulated by the rag. His engorged penis
was tightly rubbed and squeezed through the even damp rag, the semen left in his urethra being wrung out—
"Ah, auuuu..."
the young man humiliatedly savored the pleasure of ejaculation.
As soon as his ejaculation ended, Emilia immediately pulled the rag aside—and quickly opened it.
The surface was covered with white semen.
"...Disgusting,"
Emilia muttered, frowning.
"Is it just from having your genitals wiped that you leaked?"
"..."
The young man couldn't say anything about the excessive humiliation.
"It seems quite enjoyable. If Master wishes, you can have your body wiped with a rag as many times as you like.
" "Huh...?"
He could ask to do it more times... that?
The young man's heart trembled greatly at Emilia's words.
"Th-that kind of thing...? Even a few times...?"
"If you're a maid like me, someone who can be reduced to having even my crotch wiped with a rag, you can't even muster the desire to be treated as bait for Sakyubasus,"
Emilia said, turning her terrifyingly cold gaze to the young man.
"...Can I just be wiped with a rag?"
Emilia asked in a quiet but heavy tone.
As for the young man—
he didn't want to fall there, he almost
fell
, denying the self that was about to fall.
"..."
Emilia's neat and tidy face reflected a color as if she was relieved about something.
But that was only for a moment.
Perhaps the young man had just imagined it.
"Of course. If I were to fall behind here, I could just spend my life in Ms. Marugarete's playroom—"
"This...this kind of thing...does that mean?"
Was it just a fantasy that this woman had helped him from that succubus who only saw humans as toys...?
"Master was picked up by me, you know? How I treat you is my prerogative."
Saying this with an indifferent expression, Emilia submerged the rag soaked in semen into the bucket.
And she picked up the vacuum cleaner in the corner of the room.
"For example...using the vacuum cleaner to deal with Master's lust."
Avoiding the tip of the nozzle, Emilia turned on the switch.
The sound of suction, "Vuwu~~n..." echoed in the room.
"Master's dirty bodily fluids, all of them must be absorbed."
Adjusting the vacuum cleaner, Emilia smiled slyly.
The young man was completely stunned by the sudden turn of events.
In other words,
the chains binding his arms—the dust collector—came off, liberating the youth who had been forced to stand upright.
"Stop...! That kind of thing...!"
The young man stumbled backward, landing hard on his buttocks, as if trying to escape Emilia's grasp.
His penis, though already erect, was still erect.
Emilia, holding the vacuum cleaner, approached him. Aiming
at the trembling penis of the fallen young man, the tip of the vacuum cleaner's hose slowly drew closer—
"Well then, excuse me,"
Emilia said, sucking the glans into the hose.
In an instant, the tip of his penis was swallowed by the hose, vibrating and intensely sucked in.
"Ah...! Uwaaaaaaaa!!"
Vuwu~~n, zubo, zubobobobobobo…!
The intense attraction to something he had never experienced before, the exposed sensation of his penis.
The intense vibrations, like a vibrator, quickly numbed his penis.
The sucked-in air created a unique vibration between the penis and the nozzle.
The penis was sucked into the vacuum cleaner, ravaged and exhausted—it was an intense pleasure.
"Aa!! Oh aaaa!"
The young man cried out at the excessive stimulation.
The attraction was like it was trying to suck him out, and the unique trembling sound
was unbearable .
The young man's knees trembled, and the strength in his waist was rapidly leaking out—
"Then please, Master, release your semen inside,"
Emilia said, sucking the root of the penis into the tube in one breath.
Now the glans was being subjected to an almost insane stimulation, attacking the entire penis in one go.
"Oh! Uaaaaaaa!!"
Zupo, vuwu~~n, zubobobobobobo…
In the tube, the young man clearly understood that his penis was rolling and thrashing around.
The trembling penis, vibrating from the unique whirring of the vacuum cleaner, was being
sucked up
"Aaaaa… ko, like this…"
The young man's mind was completely absorbed in the stimulation.
His head turned white, experiencing this for the first time.
The young man ejaculated almost unconsciously.
"Ah! Ah! Ouch…!!"
Semen spilled intermittently from the vacuum cleaner's hose.
"Did you ejaculate… being sucked out of semen by a device like this, you're hopeless…"
Emilia showed no mercy to the young man who had been sucked into ejaculation by the vacuum cleaner.
She bent the hose as if playing with a penis in the middle of ejaculation.
"Uh! Ouch! Ouch—!!"
The young man almost cried out as Emilia manipulated him.
Just like that, she used the vacuum cleaner to suck out all the semen that had spilled from the boy.
She sucked up every last drop of the cloudy liquid from the hose.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure and the perverse sensation, the young man's limbs went limp—
"You've ejaculated quite a lot, Master. Are you planning to impregnate the vacuum cleaner?"
Emilia, with a mocking smile, played with the vacuum cleaner's hose in her hand,
leaving him no room to immerse himself in the ecstatic pleasure .
"—,—…! Ouch!"
The young man's shoulders trembled at the intense stimulation.
His penis didn't shrink at all, and was continuously sucked into the vacuum cleaner and played with.
"Oh? If it hasn't shrunk, it means there's still some dirty fluid left. It needs to be sucked all out,"
Emilia muttered—she sucked on the penis mercilessly.
Her hand, gripping the hose, moved up and down, making a skillful piston-like motion.
Zubo, zubobo… the suction sounds rang out intensely.
"Ah... agu, ah! u, aaa...!"
The young man made sounds that seemed abnormal in response to the stimulation.
His penis was sucked in and subjected to intense vibrations—the agonizing pleasure of his body was fully exposed.
"Emilia, madam...! Stop, please stop...!"
"If you want to stop, you have to spit out all the semen. So I'll increase the suction a little."
Saying that, Emilia turned the vacuum cleaner switch to 'middle'.
In an instant, the suction of the vacuum cleaner increased.
Vuwu~~n! Zubo, zubobobo...!
"Oh, like that, like that, aaaaaa!!"
The working sound of the vacuum cleaner, the suction sound, and the young man's moans echoed around.
"Feeling good being sucked in by the vacuum cleaner... what a hopeless master,"
Emilia said, not letting up on her scolding of the young man.
The young man's hips were being manipulated by the nozzle, and he continued to pant with pleasure.
The fluid overflowing from the tip was predictably sucked upwards, and he watched himself reach another climax.
His body trembled and shook, his strength failing him, and his mind went blank again—
it was the feeling he had tasted during his ejaculation.
In a sweet numbness, the young man came—
"Ah…! Uaaaaaaa…!!"
His semen gushed out of the tube.
Completely unconcerned, Emilia kept the vacuum cleaner running.
"…It's coming out again? Vacuum cleaner, is it that good?"
"It's…that's enough, please stop…"
"I told you before. The penis getting so big, the dirty fluid accumulating…"
Emilia lifted the tip of the nozzle, focusing on sucking the glans.
The nozzle, having instantly finished sucking out the semen, returned to the young man's glans.
Amidst the echoing roar, the young man trembled nervously.
"The cleaning can't stop until it's all sucked out!"
"What, like that…! Aaaa…"
The young man shuddered with pleasure.
His penis wouldn't be forgiven if it didn't shrink.
The forced attraction before and after ejaculation kept it erect.
In short, this was a relentless torment that wouldn't end until it was completely tattered—
"Like this… it just won't end…"
"Hey, that's why it's like that. It's all because the master only cared about ejaculating into the vacuum cleaner,"
Emilia said, as if she truly understood.
"Cleaning is my job, and the master is the one being cleaned. Therefore, please entrust your body to me."
"That... ahhhhhh!!"
As if to force the young man into silence, Emilia turned the switch to 'strong'.
The suction became stronger and more powerful, and she began to suck on his penis intensely.
"Ah, au...! agu, auu..."
His sensitive parts were being sucked in the tube, and in an instant, the young man was pushed to the peak.
At the same time, his head turned white—
in that sweet feeling, he was sucked up a portion of semen in the blink of an eye.
"uuuu, aaaa..."
This, the pleasure of sucking his penis with a vacuum cleaner—
the young man, who should have been resisting, was unknowingly intoxicated by that pleasure.
The humiliation of having semen extracted with a vacuum cleaner was replaced by pleasure.
He wanted to experience this more—
he wanted to take in more semen with the vacuum cleaner—
Emiliia could not miss the change in the young man's emotions.
"...Drowned, Master?"
Emilia muttered, tapping the glans with the tube.
"Ah, au..." "
The pathetic existence of having semen treated in a vacuum cleaner—can it be reduced to that? If you don't mind, I can treat you like that from now on..."
"U, uuuu..."
His head, dulled by pleasure, only understood that he had been asked something important.
From now on, he wanted to keep savoring this pleasure—
but he felt something different.
"How should I be done, Master...?"
Emilia said, continuing to suck the penis with the vacuum cleaner.
Dragging, kneading, continuously eroding his penis.
However, the young man—
despite this, something that was about to be washed away by pleasure , something
that longed for this pleasure, something that could continue,
"It's not...like that..."
"Like that—"
Emilia said, continuing to suck the penis.
The young man's mind went blank again, ending once more in the vacuum cleaner.
"Ua! Ua like that, oh, like that, ahaa!!"
He dodged, gurgling as he dodged...!
He cried out in anguish as he continued to ejaculate into the vacuum cleaner's hose.
"Stop...it's already, stop it..."
"I should have said it wouldn't stop until all the semen was sucked out. All of it, spit it out—inside,"
Emilia coldly and calmly declared.
Under the suction of the vacuum cleaner and the rubbing and ravaging of the young man's penis by her hands.
"Au...ahaaaaaaaa..."
And so, many, many times, he was forced to reach climax—
after more than five times, the young man finally lost consciousness.
"U, uu..."
When the young man woke up, he was in a space filled with heat.
Under his feet was a marble floor, and the surroundings were filled with heat and humidity—immediately, the young man realized that he was in the bathroom.
Although he tried to get up, he immediately fell to the ground again.
The fatigue from being brutally sucked out of semen by the vacuum cleaner seemed to extend all the way to his toes.
"Oh dear, be careful,"
Emilia, dressed in a maid's uniform, said to the waking young man.
She held the showerhead, adjusting the water temperature.
"Yes, oh..."
"You're quite dirty, aren't you? You need to wash yourself,"
Emilia said, forcefully pressing the young man down onto a chair in the bathroom.
Exhausted, he had no energy left to resist and sat there.
"If it's too hot, please tell me, Master,"
Emilia said, beginning to rinse the young man's entire body with the hot water from the shower.
She was wearing a dress and apron, but neither was wet.
It was as if the clothes themselves were waterproof—whether it was magic or something else—whatever.
The young man was exhausted from the excessive scrubbing.
He had no choice but to entrust everything to Emilia, who was washing him.
However, something about the washing method seemed off.
"Eh, Ms. Emilia..."
"What's wrong? Is the shower too hot?"
"No..."
After rinsing the young man's body in the shower, Emilia lightly applied shower gel to his entire body.
It was a careful and attentive, yet extremely rough, way of washing.
The young man was filled with the illusion that he had been turned into a cat or dog.
It was just a one-sided washing of his existence—
in reality, it was probably almost the same.
"--Well then, wash the front too
." Noticing that his back and body had been washed, leaving only his groin area—the young man finally realized that. He
was going to have his groin area washed by this beautiful maid—
he should have accepted the shame of being disheveled, but what remained was not that at all; it was a boiling emotion, almost like anticipation.
"Because we need to wash the dirty parts, please open your legs a little."
"..."
The young man sat on the bathroom chair and slowly opened his legs.
His penis, due to being squeezed so many times, remained shrunken.
Emilia thoroughly coated it with shower gel in her palm.
Watching his penis bubble in her hands, the young man couldn't control his rising excitement.
Then, she would use that foam, that palm, to wash his penis—
"...Excuse me,"
she said, turning behind him and extending her arms around his hips.
She gently grasped his penis and scrotum with her right and left hands, generously applying a thick layer of foam.
"Eh, Ms. Emilia…!"
The young man's penis began to grow larger in her hands.
The smooth touch, Emilia's body heat even radiated through the foam. She
gently enveloped his penis with that.
Faced with his own thing covered in white foam, the young man trembled with excitement.
"I thought you just sucked it all out, but there's still some left…"
Emilia frowned as she continued washing his penis.
Using foam-covered hands to squeeze the penis, she fully enveloped it with both palms, turning it upside down—
raising the shaft of the penis while stimulating the slit.
"E, Mr. Emilia…! Out, out…!"
"Master, this body wash isn't a sexual service," Emilia said decisively.
"But, even if you can't tolerate this little bit of stimulation, I can't help you. Please ejaculate as you like."
"E, Mr. Emilia… Ouch!!"
Yuchiyu, yuchiyu…
The young man's penis was played with by foam-covered hands, and lewd sounds echoed between his thighs.
His expression was distorted as he savored the pleasure—that boundary was so easily crossed.
"Ouch! Emilia… Mr… uaaa!!"
Submitting to the stimulation of the upside-down pulsation, gurgle gurgle… The young man spurted out a cloudy liquid in Emilia's hands. Foam and semen mingled on his penis, leaving a lewd trail.
"Is it dirty again? Then there's no point in washing it, Master."
After rubbing his penis, Emilia opened her semen-covered fingers. A
white, cloudy liquid mixed with foam dripped from between her fingers.
His exposed flesh had so soiled Emilia's beautiful hands—the sight made him breathless.
"...Master's tadpoles are swimming around,"
Emilia said, rinsing the semen clinging to her hands without stopping.
Between the young man's groin, the hot shower water washed away the mixture of foam and semen.
The rinsing between his groin was finished—the young man thought.
"Then, let's start washing again from the beginning. Please bear with it."
"Huh...?"
Emilia's unexpected comment.
The young man was stunned by the arrangement, and soon Emilia again cupped his penis in her hands, washing it almost like stroking it.
Yuchiyu, Yuchiyu…
“Uu, oh my…!”
The young man’s body throbbed with the unique pleasure brought by the smooth foam.
Emilia held him down as if hugging him from behind.
“Please don’t fuss, Master.”
Emilia’s hands continued to move between his thighs as she held him tightly from behind.
Her delicate fingers gently entwined around the glans covered in foam—
the young man was aroused again by the stimulation Emilia gave him.
“…If you ejaculate, you’ll have to start washing from the beginning again,”
Emilia announced to the powerless young man.
Her soft palms focused on washing the glans covered in foam.
Contrary to her words, the movement of her hands gradually forced the young man to comply.
"Oh, ahhh...!"
Emilia's small, soft fingers slowly crawled along the foreskin, capturing the slender waist at the junction, the man's most sensitive spot.
The moment her foamy fingers wiped away the sticky fluid and the groove, the young man's boundary was breached.
"Pain... oh, ahhh!!"
Embraced tightly from behind by Emilia, his penis throbbed, his limbs limp—
in that feeling of openness and ecstasy, the young man was intoxicated.
The young man was once again brought to climax by Emilia's fingers, ejaculating.
Unable to hold back ejaculation before Emilia cleaned his penis—
that would be an unbearable humiliation for a man.
"...Master, are you so troubled by my hands?"
Emilia's gaze shifted with disdain as she observed the sticky, white fluid swirling around his hands.
After a quick rinse in the shower, she continued to lather the young man's groin with foamy shower gel—
once again, the sweet cleansing reproach began.
"Like that...! Like this, it never ends...!"
"It'll end if Master doesn't ejaculate."
Emilia calmly washed the penis.
The pads of her fingers rubbed and circled the glans—
like tickling her fingertips, washing away the smegma under the foreskin—
she made circles with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing the glans many, many times—

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