Herogasm: My SSS-Ranked Maids Can Do Everything!

--Chapter 30--

Title: A game of Corruption [18+]

"Come in."

The bathroom door opened with little to no sound.

Solaria stepped inside carefully, as if the floor itself might accuse her.

Billows of steam moved around her bare legs and the half-removed state of her clothes.

The white-and-silver maid uniform was already loosened. One shoulder was fairly exposed. The apron was completely gone.

While her fingers held the front of the bodice closed out of habit rather than effectiveness.

She didn’t dare look at him when she entered, her eyes trailing the cold floor.

Takeshi remained in the bath, arms resting along the edges, water at his chest. The heat had already loosened the ache in his shoulders.

And Now.... now, the room felt smaller and awfully quiet.

’She’s definitely different from Nyxara,’ Takeshi said inwardly.

If this were Nyxara, she would have already been in the water, grinning, demanding, and pulling his hands where she wanted them.

Solaria on the other hand, just stood there like someone approaching a line she had told herself she would never cross.

This.realization was exactly why Takeshi knew to approach this differently and carefully.

"Master..." Her voice came out soft and weightless on the surface. But underneath, there was uncertainty.

"I...I prepared the bath. I thought... if you needed anything...I --"

She couldn’t finish before Takeshi spoke up, cutting off her excuse. "You came for more than that."

Her fingers tightened around the soft cotton of her skirt. She still did not fully raise her eyes even when he spoke.

Takeshi watched the small signs her body gave instead.

He trailed the brightness on her cheeks. And the way her breathing turned into gasps.

But it was the way she kept her thighs close together without seeming to notice that make him smirk.

He knew in that moment if he took her just like that, then she would deny it to herself, tell herself it was merely duty. And evade her own desires.

"I need to make her feel herself choosing pieces of it. Even if she hates that she is choosing them.’ Takeshi thought.

And in that moment, he decided he would be what he had always been when it came to women.

"A good man."

"Come here," he said bluntly.

With how sudden he spoke, Solaria obeyed just as fast. But her approach betrayed her choice.

She took slow and steady steps, her bare feet against the warm sweaty floor.

Close enough, she stopped near the bath, curls of steam clung to her stomach and the underside of her breasts where the loosened uniform no longer protected her.

Takeshi did not reach for her. He didn’t even move a muscle, and simply looked directly in line with her eyes.

"Look at me."

Solaria hesitated for a second, or was it half a second then raised her eyes. Her unsteady eyes trying to look away at intervals.

"Why are you really here?"

"...To serve you."

Takeshi smiled, "Why lie to me Sol."

Her throat moved as she swallowed. The silence after his words stretched long enough to become uncomfortable.

But Takeshi allowed it, truth be told, he enjoyed it.

"...Because I kept thinking about you," she said at last, her words slow and careful almost like she was treading on forbidden grounds.

"In the hall, during the meal." She paused, her eyes trying and failing to stay locked on his steady gaze. " I told myself it was just duty but i--i don’t feel that way anymore."

’Good.’ That was all Takeshi needed to hear.

With a soft smile on his face, he gestured towards her. "Take the rest off."

Her hands shook once. But only once then she pushed the uniform down. The cotton fabric slid over her hips and gathered at her feet.

She stepped out of it with the awkwardness of someone trying not to look exposed while intentionally exposing herself.

Her undergarments followed the moment he glanced downward. She didn’t need words.

In no little than five seconds, Solaria stood naked in the steam.

Her pale skin and broken black wings drawn close behind her as if they could hide anything.

Her nipples were already tight from nerves and heat. Between her thighs, she tried to keep herself angled slightly away, then seemed to realize the attempt was useless and simply stopped.

Baring herself wholly to her master.

Takeshi’s eyes moved over her without hurry. Without hunger or even need.

He could almost tell she was proud under all this softness but ashamed of her want.

The kind of woman who would try to avoid all of this in her mind but would reject all of those restrictions.

An Angel conflicted with her own corruption.

"Sit on the edge," he spoke again, nodding to the rim of the bath near him. "Face me."

Solaria did as he said, the stone was warm under her thighs from the steam.

Her knees angled inward at first. Takeshi only looked at them until, after a few seconds, she opened them a little. Not wide enough to see everything but enough not to miss the perfect cherry pink peeking through the gap.

From where he sat, he could smell her under the herbs. The unmistakable arousal mixed with nerves.

"You’re going to touch yourself," he exclaimed without a stutter.

Her eyes widened. "Master--"

"Not me," he bit his lower lips, " You."

Crimson or was it red, flooded harder across her face. "I... I can’t."

"You can. And you will." His voice remained even. "If you wanted only to wash me, you would have brought a cloth and kept your uniform on."

Solaria’s breathing turned shallow at his words... The truth was undeniable.

Takeshi leaned his head back slightly against the bath edge, still watching her.

"Start over your thigh and move slowly, I want you to feel every inch of your own hand before you reach anywhere important."

For a moment she became a statue, even her lashes refused to move. But then her right hand settled on her thigh.

Her fingers were cool at first compared to the steam-warmed skin. She traced upward in a small, reluctant path. The muscle under her palm tensed and then she stopped.

"Higher."

Without thinking, The side of her hand brushed closer to the soft junction of her thigh then she let a tiny breath escape her lips. It wasn’t a moan at least not yet.

’There. Even that little contact is already more honest than her mouth.’ Takeshi thought.

"Again and slower," he continued.

Solaria’s fingers trailed back down, then up once more. This time she did not stop as short. The edge of her hand grazed the outer line of her vagina through nothing but air and proximity, and her shoulders pulled tight.

Takeshi’s own body responded to the sight with heavy, patient heat. He did not hide it under the water, but he also did not rush it either.

He needed her to know she was desired and yet allowed to express herself.

"Look at me while you do it."

The words rang at the back of her mind but she followed without question.

But her immediate response was followed with failure. She tried once and failed. Again and the result was the same.

The corners of her eyes were wet with steam or was it shame. Probably both.

"Touch yourself properly."

Solaria’s hand finally moved inward as he looked directly at him for half a second.

The first contact made her jolt. Two fingers pressing carefully over her own folds, finding heat and slickness she could no longer pretend were absent.

Her mouth opened to a soft, broken sound left her before she could stop it.

Takeshi watched her change. Every flutter in her belly, the way her toes curled against the bath.

The tiny, unwilling roll of her hips when her fingers slipped a little more firmly against her clit.

"Tell me Sol... How does it feel?"

"I... it’s warm," she whispered. "It’s so...good, I feel... wrong."

"Wrong, " Takeshi raised a brow. "how?"

"B--Because I don’t want to stop."

Her admission hung between them, but her fingers didn’t stop even for a second.

Takeshi’s cock throbbed under the water at that sentence, thick and fully hard now from nothing more than her reluctant honesty and the sight of her fingers working against herself.

"Circle," he said. "Don’t push hard yet. Feel..Feel it."

Without question, her fingers moved in small, trembling circles. Wet sounds began to mix with the soft shift of bathwater.

They were barely audible even as her other hand gripped the stone edge hard enough for her knuckles to pale.

She was already shining against her own fingers.

But even as she did as he instructed. Takeshi could still see the faint suggestion that she wanted to look away from him. Close her knees and beg him to take over the responsibility of her pleasure.

But he knew it wasn’t time yet... Even if his throbbing cock disagreed.

"Stop."

And immediately, almost like reflex, her hand froze in place.

A frustrated, helpless noise caught in her throat. Her hips twitched forward once, chasing contact that he no longer allowed.

Takeshi gave her a few seconds to feel the denial fully. The smiled, and placed his right hand under his chin.

"Continue..."

Solaria’s fingers didn’t take half a second to resume.

This time her motion was less meticulous.

The need had began ruining her precision as she rubbed faster around her clit without meaning to, then forced herself slower when his eyes narrowed.

Her thighs flexed as a few beads of wetness slipped lower, catching the light before disappearing toward the stone.

Her wings shivered as shameless moans escaped her lips.

"Inside," Takeshi said quietly.

She stared at him as if he had struck her with a rod.

Then, after a long second, one slender finger pressed into her entrance again.

The sound that followed was much higher and yet softer as her back arched by a fraction. Her eyes lost focus before they ound him again by force of will.

And just when she thought, she was reaching her pique, her eyes in complete disarray.

Takeshi tapped against the stone of the bath sending vibrations throughout her body.

"Stop, " he smirked.

"Add another..."

--End of Chapter--

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