Morning sunlight poured through enchanted windows, casting golden beams across polished stone floors and silk-sheeted beds. The palace stirred with quiet activity as the aftermath of last night's debauchery faded into the soft rustle of fresh uniforms and distant clatter of silver trays.
And then…
Knock-knock.
Doors opened in unison across the guest wing.
A wave of maids entered — not with sultry wine and whispers like the night before, but with carefully folded royal garments draped over their arms and the crisp, professional poise of women on a mission.
Each one entered their assigned room with a graceful bow.
The maids were… different today.
Still dressed in their scandalous uniforms — black corsets tightly cinched, thigh-high stockings glistening under enchanted mana-thread, skirts that defied modesty — but now they held elegant, folded outfits in their arms.
"Today is a formal occasion," one maid said sweetly to Daniel, presenting a pristine white and gold embroidered uniform. "As per Madam Selene's orders, all heroes are to appear in their finest state before the Royal Council."
"Royal Council?" Daniel raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Sir Hero," she replied. "You will be meeting the rulers of this world. It is a matter of great ceremony. You must have been informed yesterday"
"Indeed. It just slipped out of my mind."
"So, we… have been assigned to prepare you."
And just like that—
A collective bloom of unspeakable dreams burst through their brains. A few even clutched their hearts.
'Oh my god—'
'Is this finally happening?'
'This is it. This is the legendary plot line.'
'I'm finally going to be bathed by a sexy maid just like in those anime— and then she slips and lands on—'
'I saw this in Volume 7 of Lust Knight Chronicles!'
Tents pitched in unison beneath bedsheets and boxers. The room temperature rose by five degrees.
It was only when one of the maids crouched down to collect boots that she noticed the frozen, wide-eyed stare on her assigned Hero.
"Dear Hero?" she asked sweetly. "Are you alright?"
"Ah—yes! Yes!" Oliver stammered, sitting upright a little too quickly.
The maid bowed again. "Then allow me to prepare you. You won't need to lift a finger. I'll take care of everything."
Inside, Oliver was screaming.
YES. YES. BY THE GODS, YES.
He stood shakily and followed her toward the attached bathroom — except calling it a "bathroom" felt wrong.
It was massive.
Marble floors. Gold-trimmed fixtures. A tub the size of a Jacuzzi. And off to one side, a free-standing glass panel with a metal frame — a shower. In a fantasy world.
Oliver stared.
"Is that… a shower? In this world?"
The maid smiled. "Indeed. A modern amenity from the central magic tower. Our kingdom develops tools powered by runes for common utility. The runes are crafted for single-purpose enchantment, so even non-magic users can benefit. A mana user can activate them manually, or a magic stone can substitute."
"Fascinating…" Oliver muttered, stepping closer to inspect the arcane script carved along the base.
"So the runes are… pre-coded to do one thing?"
"Exactly, Mr. Hero," she said gently. "Would you like me to activate it for you?"
Before he could answer, her fingers moved up to his collar — and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"W-wait—!" he jolted. "I can undress myself."
She tilted her head innocently. "Please don't make it difficult for us sir hero. We have been ordered to take care of everything and not to make sir hero lift his finger."
Oliver froze.
Then slowly, slowly, a grin began to spread across his face.
This is happening. This is really, actually, finally happening.
He let his arms fall to his sides and stood there like a dignified pervert accepting his fate.
"Very well," he said nobly. "Proceed."
She helped him out of his shirt, pants, and everything else, until he stood naked in the steamy bathroom — flushed from both temperature and arousal.
She turned on the shower with a tap to the rune and beckoned him in.
He stepped under the stream, letting the warm magical water cascade down his body. He didn't even try to hide his rock-hard erection.
The maid stepped behind him, pouring fragrant soap into her hands. She started with his shoulders — strong, smooth circles — then down to his back, his arms, his chest.
Oliver's head lolled slightly.
Then her hands dipped lower.
Past his navel. Over his hips. Down the curve of his ass. And then, slowly, up the inside of his thighs.
He twitched.
She giggled softly. "Mr. Hero," she whispered, lips close to his ear. "Do you require assistance in cleaning… that as well?"
Oliver flushed. "I, uh—"
"I'd be honored," she purred, pressing her soft, barely-covered chest against his back.
He nodded.
Gods forgive me, but I'm about to ascend.
Her hand reached around and wrapped around his cock — firm, slow strokes, slick with warm water and soap. Her fingers moved expertly, squeezing just enough to make his legs wobble.
"Mnnghh…"
She kept stroking, her breasts rubbing rhythmically against his back beneath the thin layer of fabric.
"Such a strong reaction," she whispered. "Shall I keep going, Mr. Hero?"
He could only nod again, eyes half-rolled, breath ragged.
She pumped him slowly, deliberately, working from base to tip with her slick hand, twisting softly at the head with every upward stroke. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging gently.
His body tensed. The water ran down both of them, warm and heady.
And then—
"Ah—!"
He came, thick white spurts shooting against the glass wall, steam swirling in the air as he gasped through clenched teeth.
The maid held him, stroking softly through the aftershocks.
"Such a healthy release," she whispered. "You'll make an excellent impression today."
Oliver leaned against the wall, completely spent.
Similar scenes unfolded like a carefully choreographed orgy of luxury and lust.
In one chamber, a voluptuous maid straddled Jason's lap as she "adjusted his collar" — her heavy breasts swaying inches from his face. Each button took far too long. Her breath was hot against his neck. Her thighs pressed firmly against his.
"You're such a commanding presence, Sir Jason," she whispered, grinding slightly against his growing bulge. "The court ladies will be wet the moment they see you…"
Jason couldn't even speak — he just groaned, nodding like a man under hypnosis.
In another room, a busty brunette was on her knees "polishing" a hero's boots — slowly, sensually — while her cleavage swayed like a trap meant for one thing only. Her lips brushed the leather, but her eyes never left the stiff tent in his trousers.
Further down the hall, two maids were drying a trembling otaku's hair.
One rubbed gently at his scalp, her full breasts resting on the top of his head.
He sat frozen on the edge of the bed, gripping his towel like a holy relic, his face beet red, his cock throbbing beneath the thin cotton barrier.
"Mmm… such soft hair," the maid hummed.
All throughout the guest wing, the palace maids moved like temptresses from a noble harem.
Soft voices whispered into flushed ears…
"You're even more handsome than I imagined…"
"Such broad shoulders… will you keep me safe when the demons come?"
"I'd drop to my knees for you — in battle or otherwise."
Their hands smoothed coats, tightened belts, and lingered just a little too long while tucking things in.
All throughout the guest wing, the palace maids moved like temptresses from a noble harem.
Soft voices whispered into flushed ears…
"You're even more handsome than I imagined…"
"Such broad shoulders… will you keep me safe when the demons come?"
Their hands smoothed coats, tightened belts, and lingered just a little too long while tucking things in.