Side Story 2 – The Greediest Man (Part 2)

“Mmngh…”

A faint moan escaped from between Ria’s lips as a rough movement invaded her mouth. His tongue, rubbing against her tender inner flesh, tangled messily with hers, mixing their saliva. “Haa,” she gasped for breath, overwhelmed, as her small hands gripped his thick forearms, silently pleading for a moment of respite. But Rune didn’t allow even a fleeting pause.

It was only after a long while that their lips finally parted. A thin silver thread stretched between the tips of their tongues as they withdrew, only to break.

“Say it again.”

His deep, husky voice flowed languidly. Ria, her closed eyes trembling as she opened them, blinked a couple of times, her long lashes fluttering. A large hand gently cupped her cheek.

“The title you just used.”

In the darkened, deepened blue of his eyes, flames blazed fiercely. The hand cradling her cheek moved slowly to her chin, and his thumb pressed against her lower lip, rubbing it deliberately. Her lips naturally parted slightly, revealing the tip of her bright red tongue, further inciting his heat.

“…Master.”

Her tongue moved slightly as she voiced the answer to his urging question. The moment her reply ended, he swooped in again, swallowing her lips.

Whether it was because it had been a long time or because her appearance had provoked them, the kiss was rougher than usual. As if no matter how much he devoured, it wasn’t enough, he impatiently explored and claimed her.

Tears, clinging to the corners of her eyes, blinked and fell as another hand touched her body. Still held by Rune and seated at the edge of the bed, someone seemed to sit beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under the added weight.

A hand, brushing along her pale, slender neckline, flicked at the small jewel hanging from her black lace choker before tapping lightly along her collarbone and the exposed skin of her deeply cut dress, as if playing an instrument.

“Sometimes, I think the most lascivious one among us is Ria. Don’t you agree?”

Still kissing Rune, Ria couldn’t see who it was. But the voice that followed soon after told her it was Cherta. Just as they could never fail to recognize her, Ria could never fail to recognize them.

“Ah, since you called us ‘Master,’ we should respond accordingly.”

Tracing the rounded upper curve of her full, gathered chest, his hand suddenly tugged roughly at the fastened buttons as if to tear them off. The force caused the buttons to pop off.

Her br*asts, which had grown larger since giving birth, were fully exposed to the open air. At their already hardened tips, droplets of milk began to bead.

The golden flames in his eyes burned even brighter.

“How impudent. Spilling milk meant for your masters’ mouths.”

“Hngh!”

A hand, gentle yet firm, grasped her br*ast. As he pressed the peak with his large hand, the milk that had been beading flowed freely with just a slight pressure.

Cherta, unconsciously licking his lips at the still-abundant milk, immediately took the peak into his mouth. His teeth lightly teased it, causing a faint tinge of pain, and the milk spilled onto his neck as he sucked greedily.

Meanwhile, Rune had already claimed her other br*ast, kneading and pressing it roughly.

“Haa… Ahhh!”

Once again, it was only after a long time that Rune’s lips finally withdrew. Her hurried, gasping breaths quickly turned into moans as their persistent hands continued to torment her chest.

At some point, Kahin had knelt on one knee at her left side, gripping her slender leg in his hand and licking slowly from her toes upward.

The thin black stockings she wore were so sheer they revealed her skin, and the sensation of his hot, soft tongue through the fabric sent a strange, ticklish pleasure coursing through her.

When her toes curled and trembled, the hand that had been rubbing her ankle with his thumb slid up to her calf. Following his hand, Kahin’s thick tongue trailed upward, licking her skin.

He didn’t just lick. As if determined to prove he could leave marks even through the stockings, he sucked deeply and bit, leaving red marks here and there.

When Kahin’s lips finally reached her rounded knee, he pressed a kiss there and looked up at her. His green eyes, filled with heat, resembled a campfire blazing in a forest.

As he moved a little higher, something equally warm pressed against the sole of her foot. Ria’s body trembled as she realized what it was.

Already soaked in the sensations Rune and Cherta were giving her, her lower body responded instinctively to the unfamiliar contact, releasing a trickle of fluid. Unconsciously, Ria brushed her foot against it.

“Haa.”

A shallow, heated breath escaped her lips. From the moment Kahin’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze, fixed and intense, seemed to deepen in color. Like grass soaked in water, his green eyes darkened.

Just as she thought this, his body moved closer, and the weight pressing against her foot grew heavier.

His thick eyebrows twitched. His jaw tightened as if he was clenching his teeth, the sharp edge of his jawline becoming more pronounced.

“More.”

His low, growling voice resonated in her ears. When her toes curled slightly, he impatiently unbuttoned his pants, his wild, predatory gaze fixed on her.

“Do whatever you want.”

He was offering himself to her entirely.

At some point, Kahin, too, seemed to have fully immersed himself in the roles of master and maid. Yet, his words felt no different from how he usually spoke to her, and Ria found herself chuckling even amidst the situation.

“This isn’t the time to laugh.”

Eden, kneeling on one knee to her right like Kahin, caught her attention. In his hand was something she had never seen before. It looked hard like a stone, but it gave way slightly under the pressure of his fingers.

With a smirk, Eden lifted the short skirt of her maid outfit, revealing her undergarments. The contrast between the black stockings, garter belt, and her pale skin made the sight even more provocative.

Eden’s fingers moved slowly against her sensitive spot. Confirming the dampness that had already soaked her, he pushed the fabric aside, exposing her fully to the air. His crimson eyes took in the sight of her flushed, glistening flesh, trembling as it leaked fluids.

After licking his lips, he brought his fingers to her exposed skin. As he rubbed the area, wetting his fingers, he suddenly slid two of them deep inside her.

“Hngh…!”

Her insides, already tense from his earlier teasing, clenched tightly around the sudden intrusion. Eden gently massaged and stretched her inner walls, his fingers moving with care to ensure she adjusted to the sensation.

As her body gradually adapted, he inserted more fingers, eventually thrusting four inside her and moving them skillfully.

“Ah! Aaah! Nngh…!”

At this point, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that her entire body was at their mercy.

Rune bit her earlobe while kneading her chest. Cherta tormented her other br*ast, sucking and teasing its peak with his mouth. Kahin’s hot, firm flesh pressed against her foot, radiating heat, while Eden’s fingers worked deep inside her.

All Ria could do was surrender herself to them and cry out.

Then, Eden’s fingers withdrew from her. Her loosened, dripping entrance was left wet with her fluids, which had smeared all over. Eden, his hand soaked, brought the soft, stone-like object to her entrance. The device quickly became slick with her fluids.

“Preparing something like this… Are you trying to please your masters, or are you enjoying yourself, hmm?”

Preparing? What did he mean by preparing? The maid outfit? 

Her thoughts, clouded by the overwhelming sensations, failed to grasp the meaning behind his words. Unconsciously, Ria nuzzled her cheek against Rune’s head, seeking comfort. Eden’s neatly arched brow rose slightly.

With his fingers, Eden tapped the device twice against her entrance. At that moment, Ria’s body jolted.

“Haaah!”

The object vibrated intensely as it touched her, sending waves of sensation through her. It soon slid fully inside her. Her inner walls, mistaking it for the fingers that had been there before, clenched tightly around it. The vibrations against her sensitive inner walls were unmistakable.

“Haa, ah…! N-no… Eden… Hngh!”

“Eden? I don’t recall giving you permission to use your master’s name.”

“Ah, aaah…! Nngh…”

Ria’s hands flailed weakly in the air, searching for something to hold onto. Eden, despite his sharp tone, intertwined his fingers with hers, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

However, the hand that had placed the device inside her now roughly rubbed her sensitive nub.

“Hngh…! Ah…!”

Usually, inserting a vibrator wouldn’t bring this level of pleasure, so why…? 

Just as her thoughts began to wander, the device pressed deeply against her most sensitive spot, and her mind went blank.

As Eden’s thumb rubbed her sensitive nub and his fingers pinched it, the vibrations from the device sent her over the edge, causing her to leak uncontrollably. The sheer amount of fluid soaked Rune’s pants.

“It seems we’ll have to teach you not to make a mess in front of your masters.”

Rune pinched her flushed peak and bit down on her neck. Beneath her black lace choker, a distinct bite mark appeared. “Hngh!” Ria arched her back, tears streaming down her face as waves of pleasure consumed her.

Meanwhile, Kahin’s fingers, which had been stroking her thigh, slid inside her alongside the vibrating device. His rough, thick fingers stretched her already full entrance, tormenting her inner walls along with the device. It wasn’t long before Ria reached another climax.

“Ah, ah…”

Her nails dug into Rune’s arm, leaving deep marks as her body trembled with the aftershocks of her release.

Her torn outfit was soaked with milk, and her skirt, pushed aside, revealed the mess of fluids she had spilled.

As Ria’s body went limp from exhaustion, she was lifted into someone’s arms. Rune held her close, cradling her as Cherta buried his face in her neck, his mouth opening slightly. His sharp teeth seemed ready to sink into her delicate skin.

Instead, the sound of fabric tearing filled the air.

Cherta lifted his head, cupping Ria’s cheek to make her look at him. Though his touch was gentle, his expression was firm. Holding the torn black lace choker between his teeth, he passed it to her, urging her to bite down on it.

As Ria obediently held the choker between her lips, Cherta caressed her cheek softly. However, his other hand, which had slid down her slim waist, grabbed her pale b*ttocks roughly. A red handprint was sure to be left behind.

“Hold it tightly.”

For every time you let go, the punishment will increase.

The commanding tone, as if a master was giving orders to his maid, made Ria’s body tremble.

It wasn’t fear or apprehension that made her tremble—it was the anticipation of what was to come.