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My hands still tingled from the carriage ride. The memory of her moans—the way her breasts had filled my palms—clung to me like a curse. By the time the wheels clattered over stone and slowed, my heart was hammering.
We stopped before an estate that didn't look like a mere house. It was a mansion—tall, gilded windows catching the fading sun, a courtyard lined with statues that seemed far too… lewd. Women in marble, hips cocked, lips parted, carved mid-moan.
Whoever Kira was, she wasn't just rich. She was worshipped.
The carriage door swung open and another woman approached, curtsying with a sly smile. She was tall, sharp-eyed, her uniform tighter than any practical armor had a right to be. "Lady Kira," she purred. "I see you've acquired another plaything." Her gaze slid to me, sizing me up like cattle at market.
Plaything. The word made my stomach tighten.
Kira leaned lazily from the carriage, barely dressed in those straps that weren't even trying to be clothing. She waved her manicured fingers like she was bored of the exchange. "He's mine. Have him bathed, polished, and brought to my chambers."
I wanted to protest, but the guards flanking me didn't seem like the negotiating type. Before I knew it, I was whisked away, stripped, dunked into steaming water by a pair of attendants who smirked at my awkwardness. Their hands were clinical, efficient—yet every brush across my skin felt deliberate, like they knew exactly how exposed I was.
By the time they were done, I stood in a thin robe, damp and shivering, guided through endless hallways that smelled faintly of incense and something muskier. My pulse quickened with each step.
Finally, a guard opened a tall set of double doors.
Kira's chambers.
The room was vast, velvet curtains draped over high windows, a bed big enough for four people dominating the center. On that bed lay Kira, sideways, a robe hanging open at one shoulder. Her hair spilled like ink over the pillows. When her eyes met mine, I froze.
"Come," she said simply.
The word wasn't loud, but it wrapped around me like a leash. My feet moved without thinking.
She rolled onto her stomach, stretching out, her robe sliding lower to reveal the curve of her bare hips. She patted her back. "Climb on. Massage me like you did before."
I hesitated. "I—I don't—"
Her finger twitched, commanding. My body obeyed. I climbed onto her back, straddling her. The robe beneath me shifted, and I realized there was nothing underneath. Her ass was bare, the swell of it pressing against me.
I swallowed hard and put my hands on her shoulders. Muscles smooth, skin warm. I kneaded, trying to focus on the task. But her body moved under me, her hips rolling in slow circles that made the robe ride higher.
"Mmm," she sighed, head turning into the pillow. "Better. But don't hold back this time. Put your mind into it."
Her moans urged me on. My hands wandered lower down her back, over her waist. She was deliberately pushing, making me aware of every inch of her.
[System Notice: Mistress Kira is pleased. Continue.]
[Bonus Reward Available: Increased favor if you satisfy her fully.]
My breath caught. The system… was watching?
Kira lifted her hips suddenly, arching. "Enough. Now," she said, her voice a husky command. "It's been far too long. Ride me."
I froze. "Wait—I—"
[System Directive: Direct command issued.]
[Warning: Failure will result in punishment. Compliance advised.]
My mouth went dry. The system wasn't giving me a choice. And Kira's tone made it clear she would enforce her own punishment if I dared refuse.
Her hand slid behind her, gripping my thigh, pulling me closer. She pushed her hips up, her robe bunching around her waist, leaving her completely bare beneath me.
I was trembling, torn between fear and the throbbing ache that told me I wanted this. She gave me no time to think. With a sharp tug, she ground against me, the heat of her body undeniable.
"Ride," she repeated.
And I obeyed.
At first, I moved cautiously, shallowly, testing. She accepted it, her moans soft, encouraging. But the system wasn't satisfied.
[System Prompt: Your Mistress expects more.]
[Increased Intensity Required: Adjust pace, deepen thrusts.]
It was insane—an RPG tutorial for sex. My body responded before my brain caught up. I thrust harder, deeper, lifting the hem of her robe completely away. The sight of her bared hips, the way her ass quivered under each motion, nearly broke me.
She groaned into the sheets, her voice muffled but heavy with pleasure. "Yes… that's it. Harder."
I leaned over her, instinct taking over. My hands cupped her breasts, pinning them against the bed as I rode her harder, faster. She arched beneath me, her moans growing louder, rawer.
Her body writhed, hips rolling with mine, guiding me without words. The room echoed with the sound of skin meeting skin, her cries filling every corner.
[System Update: Mistress Kira is highly satisfied.]
[Reward Pending: Attribute Increase – Stamina.]
Reward? My head spun, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.
She pushed back against me, harder now, her voice breaking into sharp cries. "More! Don't stop—make me feel it!"
I obeyed, pounding into her with everything I had. My sweat dripped onto her back, my breath ragged in her ear as I bit down on the urge to scream. Her body clamped around me, pulsing, milking me for every ounce of energy.
When she finally collapsed forward, trembling, her hair wild and her robe in tatters, I nearly collapsed with her.
The system chimed again, mocking me with its sterile approval:
[System Notice: Task Complete.]
[Reward Claimed: +5 Stamina, +1 Favor – Mistress Kira.]
[Reminder: Continued obedience ensures survival.]
Kira glanced back at me over her shoulder, her lips curling into a satisfied, predatory smile. "Not bad… for a new toy."
My chest heaved, sweat dripping into my eyes. My entire body burned with the reality of what just happened.
This wasn't a dream.
This was my life now.
And I had no way out.
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