The invitation hung in the air like a challenge—a line drawn in silk and skin. For a split second, Regulus hesitated, his inexperience flashing through his carefully constructed mask of confidence.
The senior maid saw it.
Her lips curled into a smile that sent heat crawling up his spine. "Come, Little King," she purred, her voice a velvet threat. "Show your power over us. Make us bow. Make us surrender." Her nails dragged lightly down his chest, stopping just above his belt. "But fall..." Her breath warmed his lips. "...and you'll be our toy forever."
The other maids watched, their eyes dark with anticipation.
Regulus exhaled slowly. Then, with a smirk that didn't quite hide the way his pulse hammered, he stepped forward—
—and strides boldly towards the five, ordering them to head into his room with him. he locks in, focusing every bit of his brain power to recall everything about bringing ladies pleasure from the internet.
The best way to make them horny, their womanhood ready, and their faces in ecstasy.
Regulus turns to face the maids, his eyes burning with determination. He remembers the images, the videos, the articles he'd scoured online. He remembers every single detail.
The maids stand before him, their breathing shallow, their hearts racing in anticipation. Suddenly, Regulus speaks. "Strip."
For a moment, there's silence. Then, without hesitation, they start removing their uniforms, black and white silk sliding down toned skin. Their movements are slow, graceful. A dance of desire. They reveal themselves to him, porcelain skin and curves that could drive any man wild.
The maids now stand before him in their underwear, lacy bras and tiny panties that barely cover their most intimate areas.
Regulus feels his heart pounding in his chest as he takes in the sight. He remembers the techniques, the positions, the ways to make them scream with pleasure. "Come here,"
As one, the maids approach him, their hips swaying seductively. When they're close enough, he reaches out and grabs the nearest one, pulling her onto his lap. She gasps, wrapping her arms around his neck as he squeezes her bottom. "Bend over, arms behind you back,"
She swiftly complies, bending over gracefully with her hands clasped behind her back. Her position pushes her breasts forward and her bottom high in the air, the lacy underwear barely covering anything.
Regulus swallows hard, remembering his online research. Women love when their wrists are held captive... He doubts it is true now that he thinks about it but right now he can only improvise.
He unclips her bra with one hand, letting her full breasts hang freely. He then captures both her wrists easily with one large hand at the base of her back. She moans softly, arching more. He sees her underwear is now damp. He realizes she likes this position, this power play.
He takes advantage, while glancing at the others to see their reactions. half were unimpressed, the other simply observing.
The now identified BDSM maid starts shaking her butt, hips swaying seductively like a hypnotist's pocket watch.
Regulus can't help himself. His eyes are glued to the scene before him, the way her bottom is raised in the air, her arms held behind her back, and the way her breasts are pushed forward.
It's all too much. He grabs her panties and rips them off her body.
There's something deeply arousing about taking control, dominating her like this. And the way she moans, her voice dripping with need and lust, it's all too much.
She whimpers softly as Regulus runs his fingers through her wet folds, circling her clit and Regulus leans over and licks the moisture, his tongue tasting her arousal. It's a sweet, musky flavor.
He rapidly improves his technique, by minute three the girl already reached her first climax.
Regulus pats himself for a good job. However his moment of triumph didn't last long as miss BDSM recovered. And another maid joined the fight in a pincer attack.
The senior maid continues observing, taking notes in her mind on Regulus' skills
One of the two alongside her calls for her attention hesistantly. "Mistress Circe, should we be allowing miss Helena to use her enhancement magic?"
"Sir Regulus must be able to withstand this much at the bare minimum. Let her be." Circe responded calmly, her hand patting the girl's head.
They continue to observe, Mage maid used her magic to enhance Regulus' sensitivity. The slightest stimulus causing him to twitch uncontrollably.
"Wait, stop!"
BDSM maid grabbed his shaft, and squeezed it. The pain stopping him from moving, despite this he ended up cumming.
Mage maid smirks "Look at yourself. Conpletely putty under our control. Trissha, help us take this King down. We shall thoroughly drain him tonight."
The doubtful girl shifts back her gaze from her conversation with Circe. The maid next to her had already joined the fray to support Miss BDSM and Mage maid.
She looks at Regulus, twitching and cumming over and over again.
Trissha approaches him. Her lips curling into a smirk, her fingers teasing him. "Sir Regulus, you've been doing well, haven't you?"
Regulus' voice cracked as she wrapped her hands around his member, stroking him gently. "N-not bad, I guess. I've got plenty of experience."
"Oh? Then you must have lots of stamina left, right?"
"Y-yeah. Sure. Lots."
Trissha grins, her lips trailing across his chest, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. He's salty and warm and his breath hitches when her teeth graze his nipple.
"Ahh! S-stop!"
After hours of being pleasured, drained and teased by the four, Regulus finally had his moment to breathe.
He was sweating heavily, and his cock was limp. His whole body ached, his limbs felt heavy, and his eyes were half closed.
His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in a state of disarray. His uniform was open, his pants and shirt crumpled on the floor, and his underwear had been lost somewhere.
Regulus recollected himself from the pleasure, his mind clear post nut. "You girls made a mistake."
"Hmm?" Miss BDSM replied, her hand still on his limp shaft. "And what's that, my dear?"
"You made the mistake of stopping. You should've broken me completety." Regulus grinned. "Well, think again. Because it's my turn now."
Trissha tensed at his words, her cheeks flushed and her body hot.
Regulus grins and starts moving, his hands reaching out and grabbing BDSM maid. He pulls her close, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her panties and dragging them down her thighs. She shivers as his touch grazes her skin, her legs parting as he touches her.
"Ahh! That's—"
"Shhh," Regulus whispers, pressing a finger to her lips.
"It's my turn now."
"W-what?"
"You heard me."
His hand is still on her thigh, his fingers slowly tracing circles on her skin.
She squirms under his touch, her eyes fluttering shut and her mouth parting slightly.
"Now, let's see..."
His hand moves from her thigh, up her side, tracing her curves. She shivers, her breathing becoming shallow and her eyes half-lidded. He stops, his hand resting on her breast, squeezing gently. She moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself against his palm.
He continues, his hand moving to her other breast, cupping and kneading gently. Her moans grow louder, her body trembling and her cheeks flushed. He smiles, his other hand grabbing her hair, pulling her head back.
She whimpers, her body shuddering and her eyes rolling back. He continues, his hand moving down her stomach, between her legs. He finds her wet and wanting, her thighs slick with her own juices. He slides a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit.
"What a lewd face," He grins, his fingers working their magic.
"I wonder how you'll react if I do this?" He presses his thumb down, rubbing her clit harder. She gasps, her body spasming as an orgasm ripples through her. He doesn't stop, his fingers moving faster and his thumb pressing harder.
"Ahh, n-no... please, I can't..."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" He leans closer, his lips brushing her ear.
"I didn't hear you." He smiles, his voice low and dangerous.
"Or are you saying you want more?"
"No, I... ahh..."
He slides another finger inside her, curling them and rubbing her G-spot.
"Ahh, no... please, no more... I can't..." Her voice is strained, her body shaking with the effort of speaking.
"Please... I'm begging you..."
He ignores her, his fingers moving faster and his thumb pressing harder.
"Come for me," He whispers, his lips brushing her ear.
She moans, her body convulsing as she comes undone, her mind going blank with pleasure. She cries out, her body arching as she orgasms, her fluids gushing forth and soaking his hand.
Regulus laughs, a tired, relieved laugh.
"This is the power of a king. This is what it means to go against me."
"Don't celebrate too soon, a true master is capable of much more,"
Circe, the senior maid, spoke, her voice clear and calm.
"Now, let us see what else you can do, young king." With a snap of her fingers, the remaining maids backed away, only she remained, with the same expression that gave him a chill.
"Well, Little King. Are you ready for the final round?"
"Ready." Regulus replied, his confidence returning.
"Good, now let us begin."
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Five figures lay strewn across the rumpled sheets of Regulus' bed, their breathing ragged, their limbs tangled in silk and exhaustion. Circe, the once-unshakable senior maid, twitched faintly, her fingers still clutching the shredded remains of her apron. The others were little better—collapsed in various states of disarray, their usual predatory grace reduced to spent, shuddering sighs.
And standing at the foot of the bed, finally—finally—clad in his crisp, proper butler's uniform, Regulus adjusted his cuffs with a smirk.
"Let it be known," he declared, his voice hoarse but triumphant, "that miracles do happen."
He gestured to Circe's limp form. "A senior maid, level whatever-the-hell-that-means, brought low by a measly level one." He shook his head. "Frankly, I'm as shocked as you are."
One of the other maids groaned into a pillow.
Regulus ignored her, continuing his soliloquy as he fastened his waistcoat. "And then, of course, there was the encore." He shuddered dramatically. "Honestly, you'd think after that performance, they'd be satisfied. But nooo—" He pointed accusingly at the smallest of the maids, who was curled into a ball of mortification and bliss. "Someone needed convincing."
The maid in question let out a muffled whimper.
"But!" Regulus clapped his hands together. "Here we are. Victorious. Glorious. And, most importantly—" He plucked at his freshly pressed sleeves. "Finally dressed like a goddamn professional."
The door creaked open. The leading senior maid of the Vesper branch stood in the threshold, her gaze sweeping over the wreckage of her subordinates before landing on Regulus.
"Congratulations," she said dryly. "You've passed that test."
Regulus bowed, the picture of mock deference. "Why, thank you. Do I get a prize? A raise? A nap?"
The senior maid's smile was razor-thin. "Better." She stepped aside, revealing a tray laden not with gold or rewards—but with a single, folded note.
Regulus picked it up. Unfolded it.
And tensed.
"Oh," he said.
The maids, despite their exhaustion, perked up.
"Oh no."
The senior maid's grin widened. "Phase Three begins at noon. Do be ready."
And with that, she left—leaving Regulus standing there, clutching the note, the weight of his "victory" crashing down around him.