"…"
Right now, draped over Akuto's thigh, Kairen was so embarrassed she couldn't squeeze out a single word. All she wanted was for him to hurry up and finish his "punishment."
If Akuto went one step further and pierced through what she was really thinking, she was genuinely afraid she'd get so flustered she'd pass out on the spot.
Akuto didn't seem interested in teasing her any further. After briefly feeling the texture of her black stockings beneath his palm, he raised his hand—and brought it down with a sharp, decisive smack.
Smack.
The sound landed with a frightening clarity, the impact shooting through her in a way that made her whole body jolt.
"Mm—" Kairen's watery blue-green eyes instantly fogged, her already-tense thighs tightening reflexively as her toes curled inside her little black shoes.
And that was only the beginning.
With each firm slap that followed, Kairen's composure steadily unraveled. Her feet kept twitching and curling on their own, her breathing growing uneven as the sensation piled up in waves that were equal parts humiliation and dizzying stimulation.
She quickly realized another problem, too—her toes were starting to ache from the friction inside the shoes.
So while she endured the punishment, she instinctively tried to relieve it, shifting and squirming until, after a while, she finally kicked the shoes off entirely.
The moment they fell away, her delicate ankles—and the slightly rumpled black stockings—were exposed to the cool air.
Without the shoes digging into her toes, Kairen could finally stop fighting that discomfort and, to her own alarm, sink far too completely into the "punishment" itself.
Akuto's succubus bloodline was simply too unreasonable.
It was supposed to be punishment, yet Kairen kept getting more worked up the longer it went on.
"Hah… hah…"
A few minutes later, Akuto finally let her go.
Kairen's face had turned a cute, overwhelmed pink, and her blue-green eyes looked dazed—soft, unfocused, and full of heat.
Afterward, she felt a kind of lightness she'd never experienced before, as if a knot she didn't even realize she'd tied inside herself had finally been loosened. Shame burned in her chest, but beneath it was a bright, heady relief.
Sitting on Akuto's thigh, Kairen took a long time to catch her breath before she managed to speak, her words coming out a little stiff, like her tongue hadn't fully recovered.
"Akuto-sama… did you know? Before I even walked through the door, I'd already made up my mind. I decided that before warming your bed, I was going to ask you one question."
"Yeah. I know," Akuto replied calmly. He'd started this talk precisely because he'd noticed Kairen's emotions were spiraling.
"Right. You knew." Kairen nodded.
"Even if you knew… I still want to ask it." As she said that, her ears—those faintly animal-like, telltale ears—tilted a little more upright.
"Go on," Akuto said. "Ask."
Even though Akuto could guess what she was going to ask, he still let her say it out loud.
"Okay… then I'll ask."
"Akuto-sama… do you like Liliana-sama?" Kairen asked.
By now, Kairen understood that Akuto calling her—and Diana—over was because of Liliana. She also understood that Akuto liked Liliana.
Even if that "like" was probably tangled up with the same possessiveness Kairen herself had—body and heart both—at the end of the day, it was still affection.
After all, Akuto-sama really was a pervert, and worldly rules couldn't bind a Godslayer.
"I do. Of course I like Liliana," Akuto admitted openly.
At this point, with his strength and status, there was no need to hide his intentions first and only reveal the truth after everything was already done.
"So Akuto-sama likes Liliana-sama…" Kairen licked her catlike lips, then leaned in close to his ear.
"Then that means I have a reason to fall for you."
"And if Liliana-sama found out I'm this close to you… she'd probably make that adorable face like she's about to cry, wouldn't she?"
As she spoke, Kairen lifted her stockinged feet and deliberately pressed down against Akuto's other thigh—light at first, then with a little more confidence, as if testing how far she could go.
Akuto raised an eyebrow, a knowing, amused curve to his mouth.
"Kairen. You're bringing up Liliana just to find an excuse for what you want to do next, aren't you?"
"…"
Kairen didn't answer. She only rolled her eyes, helplessly, and the motion of her feet grew a touch rougher—more honest.
She realized that while she'd hated Akuto's bluntness at first, once she'd recovered, she'd started savoring this back-and-forth with him.
Usually, against Liliana, she crushed the "match" with ease.
But with Akuto, her thoughts kept getting punctured before she could even enjoy them.
That evenly matched push-and-pull frustrated her—and at the same time, it lit a challenge in her veins.
"Close your eyes," Akuto ordered.
"…"
Kairen obeyed instantly, shutting her eyes with a practiced, docile smoothness. But the way her blue-green lashes trembled gave her away completely.
She felt warm breath first.
Then a feather-light touch.
At first, it was only a gentle brush—light enough to make her heart stutter. But it quickly became clear he was doing it on purpose, testing her reactions, enjoying the way her composure wavered.
[Akuto-sama… what are you—] Kairen's thoughts slipped easily into his mind, thanks to their closeness.
[Nothing much. Just teasing you a little. And confirming something I was curious about.] Akuto's smile turned playful. He liked the way a black-bellied girl like Kairen could act fearless—right up until the moment her shell cracked.
He didn't hate Kairen's sharp, mischievous nature at all.
If anything, it made her reactions sweeter when he finally cornered her.
Kairen's response came fast.
[Akuto-sama. You just lied.]
[Lied? When did I lie?] Akuto shot back.
[You said you like my maid outfit, you like my ankles, and you like my black-bellied personality.]
[But you didn't say everything. From what you're doing now, it's obvious you like more than that.]
Kairen had fully shifted into "battle mode," as if she were determined to extract evidence—proof that he liked her in even more ways than he'd admitted.
Akuto paused for a few seconds, then gave a slow, conceding reply.
[…From a certain angle, you're not wrong.]
[In that case—] Kairen's thoughts trembled with a mix of pride and embarrassment. [—as a maid serving a king, I should make sure Akuto-sama enjoys himself even more.]
After that, the rest of her words dissolved into breath and heat.
The room filled with the kind of closeness that made time blur at the edges—Kairen losing herself, then stubbornly trying to regain control, only to be undone again.
At some point, a new presence joined them.
Kairen caught a faint, familiar scent through her haze, and when she forced her heavy thoughts to focus, she made out Elianna's face—close enough to steal her breath.
Elianna, apparently deciding Kairen had monopolized Akuto for long enough, slipped into the intimacy with a calm boldness that left Kairen too flustered to even protest.
Half an hour later, Akuto finally pulled back.
Kairen had gone limp, utterly spent, able to do nothing but cling to him and breathe.
Elianna, meanwhile, gently straightened the rumpled collar of Kairen's maid outfit and brought her a glass of water.
"Are you feeling okay, Kairen-san?" Elianna asked with a soft smile. Unlike Kairen, Elianna had already survived an entire night of being kissed senseless by Akuto—her "resistance" was, frankly, unfair.
"Th… thank you…" Kairen murmured, taking the water and drinking in small sips.
Her memories were patchy toward the end—everything too intense, too overwhelming—but she was certain of one thing.
Elianna had joined in.
"…," Kairen narrowed her eyes, saying nothing. She only realized, a little too late, that she regretted calling Elianna along.
What could've been a perfect chance to have Akuto all to herself…
She'd handed part of it away.
So now the only thing left was damage control.
Not long after, Kairen stepped onto the white bedsheet, her stockinged feet braced on either side of Akuto's thigh as she lowered herself into a poised, squatting stance.
Her maid skirt fluttered, her ankles taut, her posture bold in a way that was almost defiant—like she was making a statement with her body since words had failed her.
Kairen's cheeks were still flushed, her breathing still uneven, but her eyes had regained a glint of familiar mischief.
As if to say:
My turn.
(End of Chapter)
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