Chapter 61 : Maybe… could we just go with a finger instead?

Being kissed.

“Smack, smack.”

“Hah, hng…! S-Stop…!”

It was clearly a pleasurable act. Especially between lovers who cared for each other.

“Slurp, smack.”

“Please, ngh— Wait, it feels weird, so weird…!”

But what if it wasn’t the lips being kissed?

Yena kept pressing kisses between my legs, where sticky fluid trickled out.

A wave of humiliation so intense I could’ve bitten my tongue and died washed over me.

With no chance to catch my breath under her relentless lips, my words came out broken.

‘This is dangerous…!’

If I let my guard down even for a second, I’d lose it…

My body was unnervingly sensitive.

Maybe it was because I never knew when she’d press her lips against me again.

Closing my eyes made the sensations sharper, but keeping them open only made the softness of her lips more pronounced.

Even when I tried to squirm away, Yena’s arms pulled me right back.

Leaning forward did nothing—she stubbornly chased my hips, leaving me helpless.

This probably wouldn’t end until she was satisfied.

There was nothing more I could do.

I shut my eyes and endured the tingling sensations spreading through my body.

Then, Yena pulled away briefly to catch her breath.

“Haa… Sslurp—”

“Hngk…?!”

A lewd sound followed as something soft pushed between my folds.

Not the firm touch of fingers—

Something wetter, stickier.

It must’ve been Yena’s tongue slipping inside.

“Ah, hah, ngh—”

My thoughts stuttered as her tongue delved deeper.

Pleasure wracked my body, making my hips twitch uncontrollably, but Yena tightened her grip, locking my legs in place.

I writhed under the overwhelming ecstasy.

The only movement I could manage was my legs—

If I didn’t at least do that, I’d break.

I shifted my feet back and forth—

Then, my heel brushed against something soft.

Considering the position, it had to be…

‘All or nothing.’

A chance for payback.

Did she think she could have all the fun? No way.

I wiggled my foot, grinding my heel against that softness.

Yena’s tongue twitched inside me—she must’ve felt it too.

I pressed my weight onto my toes, twisting my foot side to side.

But my bold rebellion didn’t last.

“Schlurp, pah— What do you think you’re doing?”

“Eek…! S-Sorry—”

Before I could finish, a finger pushed in.

My mouth fell open, breath hitching as if my lungs had stopped.

Her long finger slid deep into my soaked walls without resistance.

In an instant, it pierced through me.

My mind blanked, vision whitening.

My back arched to the limit, hips trembling like they’d been wired to a motor.

‘Ah…’

Forgotten what I’d even been doing, I drowned in the aftershocks.

I could feel her finger stroking my inner walls, pressing insistently.

Every ridge, every curl of her knuckles, every deliberate scrape against sensitive spots—

It all blended into a haze of pleasure.

“Hah, ngh… ugh…”

After shuddering for what felt like forever, my arms finally gave out.

My body slumped forward—

But Yena caught me before I could hit the table.

As I lay there, dazed and panting, she suddenly released my legs and stepped in front of me.

“I told you to warn me before finishing, didn’t I? You ignored me again.”

“…Hic. I-I, uh—”

Her voice cut through my ringing ears.

Tension coiled back into my limp body.

I’d forgotten the promise from earlier.

Yena stared down at me, waiting for an apology.

‘But honestly…’

Wasn’t this her fault?

If she kept kissing like that and then shoved a finger in, of course I’d lose control.

She knew better than anyone how sensitive I was.

Not that I had the courage to say that out loud.

“S-Sorry, hah… I’m sorry…”

Silently, she lifted my chin with her finger.

“Eh…?”

Something sticky smeared on my skin—

The same finger that had just been inside me.

She’d done it on purpose. So cruel.

“A maid playing sneaky little tricks, huh? Unacceptable.”

Probably because of what I’d done with my foot.

‘Ah, why did I even…’

I should’ve just taken it quietly.

Avoiding her gaze, I glanced away.

“Admit you were wrong.”

“……”

A spark of defiance flared.

Why was she treating me like this?

I hadn’t done anything wrong.

I wore the maid outfit because she asked.

Let her kiss me wherever she wanted.

‘I did everything she asked.’

Getting punished for a little footplay was unfair.

My lips jutted out before I could stop them.

‘Ah.’

I tried to hide it, but it was too late.

“Now you’re ignoring me?”

Yena circled behind me again.

Oh no, wait—

I hadn’t even recovered yet.

Watching her approach like a predator, I tried to tense up—

But my trembling thighs and waist refused to cooperate.

‘What’s she planning…?!’

Nothing good, obviously.

I needed to surrender. Fast.

Putting on my sweetest voice, I tried to appease her.

“N-No, I mean, ahaha! I wasn’t ignoring you, I just— Eek?!”

Yena’s arms slid under my chest and thighs, lifting me effortlessly.

My vision tilted as she spun me halfway into her arms.

Something told me… my future was about to be rough.

Memories of past punishments flashed through my mind.

I needed to apologize before it was too late.

‘I don’t want to spend the whole weekend suffering…’

Trusting my instincts, I begged.

“Master, Master? Wait. Haha, I-I admit I was wrong…!”

“……”

No response.

I was doomed. She was already gone.

(Though she might’ve been faking it.)

Either way, groveling was my best shot at survival.

“J-Just now, I was, uh—thinking! Hehe, that’s all… Master?”

“……”

Her smug smile made me resentful.

It’s not like I wasn’t making sense.

Every time I called her “Master,” she laughed.

Her lips definitely trembled and curled up—was that a good sign? Right?

I wrapped my arms around Yena’s neck, pulling her close to press a kiss on her cheek.

“Mwah, mwah. No, wait. Stop—mwah. Master? Master?”

I kept peppering kisses while pleading, but my efforts were in vain—we’d already reached her bedroom.

Creak.

Yena nudged the door shut with her foot.

I guess escape was off the table now.

“…Master?”

“Pfft.”

“Huh?”

Yena’s expression melted in an instant.

The intimidating aura, the dangerous glint in her eyes—everything froze.

Ah, of course.

Relief and annoyance bubbled up at the same time.

So it was all an act from the start.

And here I was, falling for it again like an idiot.

I shot her the most venomous glare I could muster.

Of course, she remained unfazed, gently lowering me onto the bed.

Then she climbed on top of me.

“Ah—!”

The sudden movement startled me.

Yena slowly wrapped her thighs around my waist.

“Ngh…”

Being nestled between her legs felt strangely comforting.

Had I finally lost it?

Her hand slid under the back of my neck, rubbing soothing circles as if to reassure me.

“Relax. I’m not gonna eat you.”

“…Really?”

The most hopeful words I’d heard all day.

Not that I believed them for a second.

“You’re such a hopeless maid, I can’t even give you real work. Guess I’ll just have to put you on night duty.”

And just like that, my hope shattered.

She’d planned to devour me from the start.

Now she’s pretending to be nice?

“…You were just planning to have your way with me from the beginning.”

“Hm?”

“I-I love you, Master. Ahem.”

I’d muttered it under my breath—how did she even hear that?

But Yena seemed pleased with my response, grinning.

“I heard everything. Mwah.”

“Eep—”

Her lips met mine in a quick kiss.

“You’re getting more expressive. Just wait a little, okay?”

Her thighs pulled away, leaving me oddly disappointed.

Would it be too desperate to say I missed them already?

Yena walked toward the bathroom, opening a drawer nearby.

“Let’s see…”

I think I’d seen it before.

From what I remembered, there was a suspicious box inside.

“Found it.”

Mumbling to herself, she pulled something out.

“N-No, don’t come closer—wait! I don’t like that…!”

“Oh? You recognize this?”

A pink, oval-shaped object.

A long wire connecting it to a switch.

A “rotor”—the kind I’d only seen in lewd comics.

Yena’s expression darkened instantly.

Her eyes lost all warmth, lips pressing into a thin, terrifying line.

“…Who did you use this with?”

“I saw it in comics! I mean—I’ve seen it! I’ve never used one, but—people in those stories always, y’know, scream and—”

“Ah… That’s exaggerated. Well, maybe not for you.”

What’s that supposed to mean? That I’m so sensitive I’d wail like those unrealistic manga girls?

She approached slowly, casually dropping terrifying words.

“…Can’t we just stick to fingers?”

“Five.”

“Hngk?!”

Damn it. Just give me the rotor.