She didn't answer with words. Her small hands wrapped around my free wrist, tugging gently. I let her guide my fingers to her mouth. She took my index and middle finger between her soft lips, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Her tongue swirled, warm and eager, then she gave a gentle bite—just enough pressure to make my cock swell harder inside Kim. She sucked, licked between them, nibbled again, tiny teeth grazing the pads while her tongue bathed them in wet heat.

The sensation shot straight to my balls. I growled, hips snapping forward, fucking Kim so hard her whole body jolted. Kim screamed again, another orgasm ripping through her, pussy gushing around me.

I couldn't hold back.

I yanked out of Kim suddenly—she cried out at the emptiness—and flipped her over in one motion. Face-down, ass up, baby-doll bunched at her waist. I spread her cheeks and slammed back in, prone-bone, one hand pressing her head into the mattress.

Jasmine slid off Kim's face and immediately slapped her ass in perfect rhythm with my thrusts—crack, thrust, crack, thrust. Red handprints bloomed across pale skin.

Nala crawled over and lay beside Kim, spreading her own legs wide. Emerald satin soaked, panties long gone. "'Master'," she begged, voice trembling. "Please."

I pulled out of Kim—she collapsed, whimpering—and moved to Nala in a heartbeat. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove in deep. The angle was brutal; every thrust punched the air from her lungs. Tessa knelt beside us, reached down, and rubbed Nala's clit in fast, ruthless circles.

Minne, braver now, crawled closer again. While I pounded Nala, Minne grabbed my hand a second time, guiding my fingers back to her mouth. She sucked harder this time, little tongue swirling, gentle bites turning sharper—each one making my cock twitch and throb inside Nala.

The feeling was electric.

I was close again, pressure coiling vicious and fast.

"Inside her," Jasmine commanded from the side, voice sharp as a whip. "Fill Nala up. Breed her."

I roared, slammed in one final time…

And let go.

Cum surged out in thick, endless ropes, flooding Nala's pussy. She screamed, cumming with me, walls milking every pulse. I kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, pushing my load as far as it would go until it overflowed and ran down her ass in creamy streams.

I stayed buried inside her, panting, as the girls watched—hungry, wrecked, ready for more.

"Oh… fuck. Wow…"

I pulled out of Nala with a wet sound, cum pouring from her, and stood at the foot of the bed. My cock stood angry-red, glistening, veins throbbing.

"On the floor," I ordered, voice rough. "All fours. Now."

They obeyed instantly.

Jasmine dropped first, knees hitting the rug, back arched like a cat, ass high, torn lace framing her dripping holes. Tessa followed, thick thighs spread, leather harness creaking, heavy tits swaying. Kim scrambled down next, baby-doll hanging off one shoulder, ass presented like a gift. Nala slid off the bed gracefully, emerald corset soaked with sweat and cum, back curved deep, pussy still leaking me.

Minne hesitated, cheeks flaming. She lowered herself awkwardly, knees too close, back straight. Jasmine laughed softly, reached over, and corrected her.

"No, baby. Like this." Jasmine pressed a hand between Minne's shoulder blades, pushing her chest down. "Arch. Ass up. Knees wider." She tapped Minne's thighs apart until the maid's freshly-fucked hole were completely exposed, back dipped in a perfect curve. Minne whimpered, but held the pose, trembling.

Five perfect asses in a row, waiting for me.

I started with Jasmine.

I gripped her hips and slammed home in one thrust. She screamed, pushing back greedily, pussy swallowing me whole. Ten brutal strokes—hard, fast, punishing—then I pulled out, leaving her gaping and whining.

Next, Tessa. I drove into her like a battering ram. She snarled, slammed her hips back to meet me, thick ass rippling with every impact. I fisted her hair, yanked her head back, and pounded until her thighs shook.

Kim was third. I slid into her slow at first, then snapped my hips forward, bottoming out again and again. She moaned into the rug, fingers clawing the fabric, pussy squirting lightly with every deep thrust.

Nala fourth. I entered her gently for two strokes—just to feel the mess I'd already left—then fucked her like I hated her. She sobbed with pleasure, back arching impossibly deeper, cum from earlier loads frothing around my cock.

Finally Minne. She was so small I had to crouch. I rubbed the head through her slick folds, then pushed in slow. She cried out, tiny body shaking, but held position perfectly now—ass high, back arched, just like Jasmine taught her. I gave her slow, grinding thrusts, letting her feel every inch, her pink pussy stretched wide around me.

I rotated again—Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, Nala, Minne—faster this time, five strokes each, then move. The room filled with wet slaps, moans, whimpers, the creak of leather and satin. Their backs glistened with sweat, asses red from my hips and hands.

I could feel it building again, massive, inevitable.

"Up," I growled, voice breaking. "All of you—kneel. Take my cum."

They scrambled to their knees in a semicircle, faces tilted up, eyes shut, tongues out like good girls. Five beautiful, wrecked faces waiting to be painted.

Jasmine's lips glossy and parted, chin already dripping from earlier.

Tessa's tongue flat and wide, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed.

Kim breathing hard, mouth open, baby-doll hanging off one shoulder.

Nala serene and eager, tongue curled, cum still leaking down her thighs.

Minne tiny and trembling, tongue barely poking out, eyes clenched, cheeks scarlet.

I roared.

The first rope shot across Jasmine's face—thick, white, splattering from forehead to chin. The second coated Tessa's tongue and cheeks in heavy stripes. Third hit Kim square across the bridge of her nose, dripping into her open mouth. Fourth painted Nala's lips and eyelids. The fifth caught Minne right on her little tongue and cheek—she flinched, but kept her mouth open like a perfect girl.

I kept going, rope after rope, endless, Pleasure 20 turning the orgasm into a firehose. Faces, tongues, hair, throats, every drop claimed them. Cum dripped from chins, slid down necks, pooled between tits.

When it finally slowed, Tessa licked her lips with a filthy grin, grabbed my still-throbbing cock, and stroked hard—milking the last shudders and aftershocks out of me, smearing the mess across her fingers.

She looked up, eyes gleaming.

"We are not done," she purred. "You better be ready, 'Master'."

I gulped, chest heaving, cock already twitching again in her grip.

Oh boy…

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Fuck. Last night was one of those nights I'd remember randomly years from now and just grin like an idiot. I'd taken Minne's virginity, fucked the others like the world was ending, and the system rewarded me with a ridiculous 861 EXP. Enough to push me to Level 11. My dick, though? It felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. Zero power left. With Pleasure still sitting at 20, I'd say I lasted pretty damn heroically.

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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 11)

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- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 74 kg

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- EXP: [█░░░░░░░░░] 60/2970

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Jasmine was a good sport. She'd smiled, kissed Minne on the forehead, and declared the little maid deserved to sleep curled up against her "Master" for the rest of the night. So now I woke up with Minne's head on my chest, one slender leg thrown over mine, her small hand clutching my wrist while she—still asleep—suckled gently on my fingers. Not just holding them in her mouth; actually nursing on them, tiny tongue swirling, soft bites, warm saliva trickling down my knuckles. It didn't hurt. It felt… weirdly soothing. Possessive in the cutest way possible.

To my left, Nala slept naked on her side, back to me, the curve of her spine and ass glowing in the morning light filtering through the curtains. I smiled, carefully slid my fingers from Minne's mouth, she whimpered in her sleep but didn't wake, and pulled Nala against me. She sighed, instinctively pushing her ass into my crotch.

The whole bed smelled like a brothel after a fire drill: sex, sweat, cum, perfume, leather, and that sweet metallic tang of total… 'debauchery.' We desperately needed a bath. I couldn't even remember falling asleep; just remember thinking "I'll rest my eyes for five seconds" and then—lights out.

"A Master waking up before his maid," I muttered, chuckling. "That's a first."

Minne stirred at the sound, nuzzling closer, lips still searching for my fingers. I let her find them again. She latched on immediately, eyes closed, suckling like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Evan?" Nala's sleepy voice was raspy. She rolled over, hair a beautiful mess, and blinked up at me. "Morning."

"Morning, gorgeous." I kissed her shoulder.

She wiggled backward, pressing that perfect ass harder against my exhausted cock and smirked. "No morning wood? Wow. We really drained you last night, huh?"

"You have no idea," I groaned. "I'm running on fumes."

"Master…?" Minne mumbled, finally waking. She rubbed her eyes with tiny fists, confused for a second, then remembered where she was. Her face went nuclear red. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry I overslept! I'll change the sheets right now and—"

I caught her wrist before she could bolt and tugged her gently back down, settling her head on my chest again. "Shh. Relax. We're staying right here for a bit."

"But Master—"

"No buts." I stroked her hair, the other hand resting on her warm stomach. "Just breathe."

"O-okay… Master," she whispered, melting against me.

Nala propped herself on an elbow, grinning at Minne. "So. How was your first time?"

Minne turned even redder—if that was possible—buried her face in my chest, and let out the tiniest, happiest squeak. No words. Just pure shy joy. I couldn't help it; I kissed the top of her head and laughed softly.

God, I loved her. The old robotic, dead-eyed Minne was gone. There was light in her now—real, warm, alive.

Silence settled, comfortable and lazy. Nala grabbed her phone and started scrolling messages. I used the quiet moment to open my stat screen and spend the three points I'd been hoarding.

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