Female Envoy Emilia (Complete) Author: Unknown Translator: Tiger Ray

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 Noiendorufu 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's capture.

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.

So Emilia took him into the carriage bound for her fiefdom—of course, the man had no idea what he was thinking.

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.

Yes, for a fleeting moment, it seemed there was something gentle in 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 eerily spacious mansion was filled with a correspondingly quiet atmosphere.

There was absolutely no sense 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, this way—"

Guided by Emilia, the young man walked down the eerily quiet corridor.
Slight stains were visible on 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 please come to the center of this room, Master."

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 rattled and clattered from the ceiling.

It was two chains with handcuffs at their tips—

"What…!? Whoa!"

Completely bewildered, the young man was instantly handcuffed.

His body was stretched into a 'Y' shape, his movements completely restricted.

Emilia simply stood there quietly—her right hand on the light switch on the wall.

Undoubtedly, she was responsible for all of this.

"What…! Ms. Emilia…?" The

young man twisted and struggled.

His arms were bound by chains, completely unable to move.

"Master's body must be quite filthy. It needs cleaning…"

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 intending to conceal her instincts as a Rusakyubasu (I'm not sure how to translate this, but it probably means a succubus or a lecherous demon...), towards men.

"Those clothes are in the way,"

Emilia said, gently raising her right wrist as if wielding an invisible knife and making 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 coldly speaking maid, the young man's lower body was exposed.

Because his arms were restrained, he couldn't cover his crotch.

Emilia stared intently at his throbbing penis and chuckled.

"Eh, Ms. Emilia...? What... what are you doing...!?"

"I told you to clean it, didn't I? Master's understanding is terrible."

With those cold words, she produced a rag sometime during the night.

She then soaked it in a bucket of water, allowing it to fully absorb the moisture—

judging from the sticky residue clinging to the rag, it seemed to be some kind of viscous liquid.

Emilia, holding the rag in one hand, approached the young man.

"Could it be...that I..."

He was going to use that rag to wipe—his own body!?

The young man instinctively thought.

Cleaning his body—that was indeed what she said.

"You should use the rag to thoroughly clean your dirty body,"

Emilia said, her brow 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, the rag is very suitable."

And with that, she pressed the rag onto his right shoulder.

The highly viscous liquid pressed against his skin—

"Ah!!"

The young man couldn't help but raise his voice at the smooth sensation.

"Well then, wipe..."

Emilia said, slowly moving the rag around.

The sticky, gooey rag crawled and swished across his body, soaking him in a viscous liquid, like lotion.

From his right shoulder to his right wrist, from his left shoulder to his left wrist—

she swished it across his body, coating it with the viscous liquid.

"Ah...! Hey...!"

The young man felt a strange discomfort under the sticky liquid.

The rag, like a caress, was surprisingly pleasurable.

"Please don't fuss, Master..."

Emilia moved around the young man, carefully wiping 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 dear? Your nipples are erect, aren't they?"

Emilia frowned slightly.

"Because you were wiped with a rag... and became sexually aroused?"

Emilia said, wiping the young man's hardened nipples with the rag almost like a caress.
She wiped repeatedly, gently pinching them with her fingers through the rag... clearly intending to give him intense stimulation.

"Oh, Ms. Emilia...!"

"Mama, what a filthy mistress,"

Emilia muttered, never stopping stimulating his nipples.

Gently pulling on his nipples, pinching and twisting them through the rag—

the young man felt waves of discomfort under this meticulous caress.

Finally, after finishing cleaning his nipples, Emilia moved the rag down his lower body.

She carefully wiped his lower abdomen, starting around his navel, then his knees and shins—

"Ugh..."

The young man's body trembled incessantly as the rag caressed him.

Finally, the rag began to slide into his sensitive inner thighs.

"Ouch!"

The young man twisted his body, unable to bear the stimulation of the rag crawling and turning on his inner thigh.

"Ouch, is it itchy? Or..."

Emilia whispered, her gaze lowering to the young man's penis.

Due to the rag's persistent caresses, it had reached its limit and was bulging.

Drops of sticky fluid seeped from the tip, almost like a plea for more caresses.

"...Master, do you know what you are about to do?"

Emilia asked, her expression showing a hint of contempt.

Truly yearning for the stimulation between his thighs, 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 crotch."

The young man couldn't help but blurt it out.

If he hadn't, the beautiful maid might have really stopped—

in that instant, the young man, already unable to offer even the slightest resistance, succumbed to the pleasure Emilia was giving him.

"...Can we continue, Master?"

"..."

The silent answer meant yes.

Understanding this, Emilia moved the rag to the young man's buttocks.

She then rubbed along the cleft of his buttocks several times—the young man was forced to thoroughly savor the sticky feeling of the rag.

"Ugh, ugu..."

Reaching the limit of this humiliation of having his buttocks wiped, the young man's body began to tremble.

He was being treated like an animal, his genitals being wiped with a rag—by that beautiful woman.

Are there so many humiliating things in the world?

Then, Emilia pressed the rag down onto his anus.

"Ah! Haa!!"

Tasting the touch of Emilia's fingers through the rag—the young man cried out in surprise, stimulated by the unexpected sensation
.

"What's wrong? Why are you making such strange noises?"

The rag she used was slippery and swirling around, as if she were thoroughly cleaning his anus.

Even his anus was being cleaned by the maid.

While enduring such humiliation, he gasped for pleasure—

the excitement and shame the young man was experiencing were not ordinary.

"Your genitals are also filthy. Should we wash them properly?"

Emilia meticulously 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 that sweet stimulation.

His scrotum being rubbed by Emilia—he was already indulging in that pleasure.

Moreover, 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 slippery liquid before vigorously wringing it.

"Please... let me clean the dirtiest part,"

Emilia said, wrapping a rag around his penis.

The sticky, slippery sensation mercilessly covered his swollen shaft.

"Eh, Ms. Emilia...!"

The young man cried out in pleasure as his penis was encased in the rag.

His penis, covered in 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 his penis wrapped and lifted.

Moreover, the inverted sensation of wiping his penis with a rag amplified the pleasure many times over. He ejaculated

under the stimulation of the rag, a fact that his pride as a man could not tolerate.

"Agu, uuu..."

he groaned, desperately resisting the pleasure.

"What's wrong with you, Master? Your mouth is opening and closing, and you're even drooling..."

"A... aa..."

Yes, resisting that pleasure was impossible.

The glans was being scrubbed smooth by the rag.

Emilia's neat and tidy face remained impeccably composed, as if she were performing a trivial task.
Through the rag, her hand tightened and pressed against the glans—

"Oh! Ms. Emilia…! Oh, ahhh!!"

Unable to bear the sweet stimulation, the young man finally reached his climax. "

Get away, get away quickly…"

he cried, ejaculating into the rag—a more miserable ejaculation than this.

"…Bewitched, Master?"

Emilia said casually, seemingly oblivious to the young man's ejaculation.
It was impossible not to notice the throbbing of his penis reaching climax through the rag.

She continued wiping his penis with the rag, feigning ignorance.

"Oh…! Mr. Emilia… like that…!"

The young man's penis, splattered with semen, was relentlessly stimulated by the rag.

Through a damp rag, his engorged penis was tightly rubbed and squeezed, the semen left in his urethra wrung
out— "Ah, auuuu…"

The young man, humiliated, savored the pleasure of ejaculation.

As soon as he finished, Emilia immediately pulled the rag aside—and quickly opened it.
The surface was covered with white semen.

"...Disgusting,"

Emilia muttered, frowning.

"Did it leak just from having your genitals wiped?"

"..."

The young man couldn't say anything about the excessive humiliation.

"It seems quite enjoyable. If Master wishes, you can wipe your body with the rag as many times as you like."

"Huh…?"

He could ask to do it more times…?

The young man's heart trembled greatly at Emilia's words.

"That...that kind of thing...? Several times...?"

"If someone like me, a maid who can be reduced to being cared for by a rag between her legs, can't even muster the desire to be treated as bait for Sakyubasus,"

Emilia said, turning her chilling gaze to the young man.

"...Can you say it's okay to just be cared for by a rag?"

Emilia asked in a quiet but heavy tone.

And for the young man— he didn't want to fall there...he 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　wanted to fall

there 　　...the young man almost denied the very thought that he was about to fall. 　　"..." 　　Emilia's neat and tidy face reflected a look of relief, as if she had found something to be. 　Yes, that was only for a moment. 　　Perhaps the young man had just misjudged.

"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 in 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 and did not react at all.

How so, the dust collector—

The chains binding his arms fell off the ceiling, freeing the youth who had been forced to stand upright.

"Stop...! That kind of thing...!"

As he retreated as if trying to escape from Emilia, the youth fell flat on his backside.
His penis, though he had already ejaculated once, was still erect.

Emilia approached him with the dust collector.

Aiming at the trembling penis of the fallen youth, the tip of the dust collector's hose slowly approached—
"Well then, excuse me."

Emilia, just like that, sucked the glans in with the dust collector's hose.

In an instant, the tip of the penis was swallowed by the hose, vibrating and intensely attracted.

"Ah...! Uwaaaaaaaa!!"

Vuwu~~n, zubo, zubobobobobobo...!

The intense attraction to something he had never experienced before, the sensation of his penis being exposed.

The intense vibrations, like a vibrator, quickly numbed the penis.

The sucked-in air created unique vibrations between the penis and the tube.

The penis was sucked in by the vacuum cleaner, ravaged and exhausted—that was intense pleasure.

"Aa!! Ouch ah ah ah ah!"

The young man cried out at the excessively intense stimulation.

The attraction and unique trembling sound seemed to suck him out.

It was impossible to endure.

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 subjected to an almost insane stimulation, attacking the entire penis in one go.

"Ouch! 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 creaking sound of the vacuum cleaner, was being sucked in as if being completely drained—
"

Aaaaa... ko, like this..."

The young man's mind was completely absorbed in the stimulation.

His head turned white, experiencing this sensation 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 such a device, 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.

In that way, 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.

"It feels so good to have your penis sucked by the vacuum cleaner... What a hopeless master."

Emilia said, not letting up on her scolding of the young man.

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