■ The Financial Officer’s Day Off □
Last night, I ended up in a pretty bad situation.
Without any notice, I drank with Master until late at night, and as a result, got absolutely scolded.
Somehow, I managed to barely calm Ozma’s anger, but a ban on drinking outside has been declared for the time being.
Rather than drinking out, I was told to drink at home.
No matter what, it was because they were worried about me, so after agreeing that I understood, the matter was settled.
And this morning.
On a rare day off, I was enjoying a deep sleep when I slightly opened my eyes due to a moist sensation felt in my lower body from some point.
“…What are you doing?”
“Since you seemed healthy this morning, I’m just helping you relieve yourself.”
To my question, Camilla answered shamelessly and then licked the shaft with her red tongue while speaking.
“For your information, Ozma and I are on duty this morning. Ozma was supposed to be here too, but she must still be tired from yesterday since she’s still in deep sleep, so I came alone.”
“…I see.”
No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like she intentionally didn’t wake her up to take all the semen for herself, but I wasn’t so tactless as to point that out.
As I trembled with pleasant stimulation, Camilla sucked on my balls without being asked and then licked her lips, asking seductively like a true succubus:
“Can we do it a little earlier today?”
“As much as you want.”
The moment I gave my consent, Camilla climbed onto my thighs.
Had she been teasing me even before I woke up? Her vagina was already wet.
Gulp—
“Uh…”
Camilla exhaled sensually with her eyes closed tightly.
Even though we’ve been together physically for two years now, every time I hold her, her body feels as tight as a virgin’s.
Is it because she’s a succubus?
Holding her narrow hips with both hands, I thrust my waist upward.
Her back arched like a fish hit by a spear, trembling violently.
It seemed like she didn’t want others to find out about our act, as she bit her index finger to try to suppress her sounds as much as possible.
Camilla’s pale buttocks swayed back and forth over my penis.
Like searching for the optimal angle, she would sway front and back and then rotate her hips like a grindstone, and the pleasure was so intense that I almost ejaculated prematurely without realizing it.
“Guh… Camilla, go a little slower!”
Though I called out urgently, it seemed like Camilla no longer heard my voice.
She had found the best angle for her pleasure and began grinding her hips.
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
The lewd sound of flesh colliding filled the bedroom.
At some point, I also gave up and started moving my hips in sync with her motions.
Since resisting would only make it harder to last long, it was more beneficial to just go along with her.
When my spine tingled, Camilla’s vagina began to tighten as if recognizing the signs of my orgasm.
“Guh! I’m cumming!”
Bwooosh! Bwoo! Bwooosh!
“Haaaaaaaang!”
Gripping her thighs tightly, I began to ejaculate, and Camilla finally reached her climax with her neck thrown back.
The spit trickling down her chin dampened my neck.
That sight was so enchantingly seductive that I couldn’t help but get lost in it.
Finally, after everything ended, as I was savoring the fading pleasure like a breeze passing through, Camilla stood up from her sweat-drenched body and said:
“Thank you for indulging my lust. Then, I’ll go downstairs and help prepare breakfast.”
“…I’ll rest a bit more and come down later.”
“Of course.”
With that, Camilla left the room, and I enjoyed some “sage time,” resting for about 30 minutes before heading downstairs for breakfast.
Our house basically has four women.
No matter how strong my stamina might be, it’s impossible to satisfy all four of their sexual desires completely, so we’ve set some rules.
Mondays are for Ozma, Tuesdays for Dorothea, Wednesdays for Camilla, and Thursdays for Barnett.
After one round, we skip Friday and Saturday and have free sex on Sunday.
Of course, doing it all at once is tiring, so we usually split it into morning and evening sessions.
This Sunday morning shift was for Ozma and Camilla.
“Why don’t you finish eating first?”
“No way. I’ve already done it with Camilla, so I need to catch up on the count.”
Ozma said that as she climbed on top of my body sitting on the chair, wearing only her pants, and started shaking her hips.
Each movement made the old chair creak unpleasantly.
Although initially Ozma was an innocent girl who knew nothing, ever since we started living together, her technique improved rapidly.
It was a result of her personality, which always strives to excel, combined with her natural ability to use her body well.
The firm slaps of her buttocks hitting my thighs echoed throughout the kitchen.
Dorothea, sitting across from us reading the newspaper with her glasses, frowned as if annoyed by the noise, but Ozma didn’t seem to care.
Well, at this point, we’ve shown each other having sex so many times that it’s hard to start worrying now.
Still, although she refrained from outright cursing, Dorothea snapped at Ozma with an irritated expression:
“Why don’t you either eat or have sex? Can’t you just stick to one thing?”
At this, Ozma, who was enthusiastically shaking her hips while biting into a piece of toast spread with orange marmalade, tilted her head.
“Doing both at the same time doubles the efficiency, so why should we separate them?”
Indeed, a valid point.
Dorothea, clearly unwilling to continue this absurd conversation, sharply folded her newspaper and headed toward the living room.
She probably intended to lie down on the sofa and read there.
Ignoring her, Ozma continued vigorously shaking her hips on my penis while eating breakfast.
Barnett cautiously approached with a bowl of salad she had prepared with a new recipe.
“Um, Lady Ozma, could you please taste this new salad I made?”
Ozma nodded solemnly.
“Bring it over.”
“Yes!”
A delighted Barnett approached with the salad bowl and fork.
Just as I subtly moved my hips, the composed look on Ozma’s face faltered slightly.
Of course, it was because the sudden increase in pleasure.
“Hmm… stay still, Caldlasth.”
I whispered into her ear while pulling her body tightly from behind.
“If you stop moving your hips first.”
“But… But! If we keep going a little longer, I’m sure I’ll definitely—”
While saying this, Ozma turned her head slightly to check my reaction, but I told her to look forward and pretend not to notice.
So obediently, Ozma followed my command.
“Here, open wide~”
Barnett offered a forkful of smoked salmon salad to Ozma.
Receiving it like a baby, Ozma ate it.
“Mm… quite… delicious, Barnett…”
While I fondled her inverted nipples hidden under her clothes from behind and nibbled on her neck, Ozma tried to maintain a dignified smile despite the overwhelming pleasure.
One big change since Ozma became governor two years ago is that she no longer uses compression bandages.
While she used to feel unworthy about being a woman, she seems to have regained confidence after gaining her father’s recognition and is now comfortable revealing her gender.
Though she still prefers men’s clothing over women’s, compared to her past self, she looks much better now.
There’s a certain charm in her slightly boyish appearance.
Snap!
Thanks to my persistent efforts, Ozma’s inverted nipples finally shyly peeked out from under her clothes.
While tormenting her nipple, which was about the size of a pinky finger, and gently biting her neck, Ozma eventually couldn’t hold back anymore and trembled her shoulders.
She had reached a light orgasm due to the continuous clitoral stimulation.
“Haa, haa, haa, haa.”
Forcing her to turn her head, I roughly kissed her while she sat on my thighs, breathing heavily.
Our tongues intertwined, saliva exchanged copiously, and when it felt like we couldn’t breathe anymore, I pulled away.
Her tear-filled eyes, now moist, stimulated the sexual desire I had accumulated over the past two days.
Even though Camilla had already helped me release once this morning, it wasn’t nearly enough.
I shoved the empty plate to the corner of the table and laid Ozma’s voluptuous body on it.
The half-undressed pants and sweat-soaked shirt clinging to her skin looked extremely lewd.
Ozma stretched out her arms, beckoning to be embraced.
Who would imagine that this is the same person as Governor Ozma, known as the Iron-Blooded Queen outside?
Regardless of her public image, inside the house, she is nothing but a gentle lamb exclusively for me.
“Come here.”
Saying that, Ozma opened her legs herself.
I pushed my already soaked red shaft into the small gap between her legs.
