Chapter 1299: Horny Maid Behind The Door

Saori made a soft, audible gulping sound, eyes still locked on the thick, glistening cock that had just slapped her face. Her cheeks were burning, breath coming in short, uneven pants.

The Scent of Lust kept the heat coiled low in her belly, refusing to let the image or the intimate smell fade.

I moved quickly. I snatched the towel from the floor, wrapped it firmly back around my waist, and tied it tight, trapping the still-hard length underneath. Standing up, I kept my voice calm and apologetic.

"I am sorry..."

Saori scrambled to her feet as well, smoothing her damp uniform with trembling hands. She still wouldn’t meet my eyes. Her voice came out small and shaky.

"I... I’ll go..."

Without another word, she turned and hurried out of the kitchen, almost running. Her room was only a few steps away, just off the kitchen corridor.

The door shut behind her with a soft but definite click, leaving me alone in the quiet kitchen with the lingering scent of her arousal, the damp towel, and the clear knowledge that the proper head maid was now locked in her room, heart racing, body still aching from everything she had just felt and smelled.

I activated AI Lens and looked straight through the thin wooden door.

Saori was leaning heavily against the closed door from the inside. Her legs finally gave out, and she slid down until she was sitting on the floor, back pressed to the wood, chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven pants. A soft, dazed murmur escaped her lips.

"So big... and that smell..."

She looked down at herself. Her nipples were still stiff and clearly visible through the damp uniform and bra. Lower still, a dark, wet patch had spread across the front of her panties; a thin, shiny strand of her own arousal was already threatening to drip down the inside of her thigh.

"So shameful..." she whispered, voice trembling.

Her fingers rose slowly and touched the soft skin of her cheek—the exact place where my cock had slapped her only moments before. She traced the faint warmth left behind, eyes unfocused.

The combined residual effects of Scent of Lust and the earlier Hand of Arousal contact were still flooding her system. The heat that had started in the kitchen only intensified now that she was alone. Her breathing grew heavier. Her thighs rubbed together restlessly.

A soft, needy sound escaped her. Almost without thinking, she reached up with one hand, pinched her own stiff nipple hard through the damp uniform, and tugged. The sharp sensation made her hips jerk.

"Nnh... aah..."

She bit her lip to stifle a moan, then pulled the top of her maid dress down with sudden force. The fabric tore slightly at the shoulder as she yanked both the dress and the bra cup down, freeing one full, heavy breast.

The nipple stood out dark and tight. She pinched it again, harder this time, rolling and pulling the sensitive peak roughly between her fingers while her other hand slid down between her tightly clenched thighs.

"Haaah... so sensitive... aah...!"

She began rubbing her clit in firm, circular motions over the soaked fabric of her panties. The wet sound of her fingers working against the drenched cloth filled the small room. Her hips started rocking in small, helpless circles against her own hand. Soft, broken moans slipped free with every breath.

"Nnh... aah... haaah... it feels so good... aah..."

The Scent of Lust sank deeper, making her movements more frantic, almost possessed. She yanked the other side of her dress down as well, exposing both breasts completely.

Both hands worked at once—one pinching and stretching her nipples hard enough to make the soft flesh bounce, the other rubbing her clit faster and harder through the dripping panties. Clear wetness had already soaked through the fabric and begun coating her fingers.

"Haaah... so thick... that cock... aah...! Nnh—harder... aah... my nipples... haaah...!"

Her moans grew louder and more shameless, the proper tone completely gone.

"Aah... aah... it was so big when it hit my face... haaah... the smell... so dirty... aah... I’m so wet... nnh...!"

Her thoughts turned completely wild and dirty, the proper head maid’s composure shattered under the relentless influence of the abilities.

[That cock... so thick... so heavy when it hit my face... the heat of it is still on my cheek...]

[The smell... Claire’s creamy pussy and Yelena’s asshole mixed together on his skin... it was so strong... so filthy... why did it make me so wet...]

[It’s still hard even after he came so much inside Claire... the shape under the towel... the way it throbbed against my tits when I fell on him...]

[I want to feel it again... I want to wrap my hand around it... I want to know how much thicker it is than my husband’s... stop thinking that... I’m married... but my fingers won’t stop... my nipples are so hard... my panties are soaked through...]

[If he walked in right now and pushed that thick cock against my face again... would I open my mouth...?]

Saori kept pinching and pulling her exposed nipples while her other hand rubbed faster and harder over her dripping clit, soft, broken, increasingly loud moans leaking freely from her throat.

"Aah... aah... haaah... so good... nnh—my clit... aah... that thick cock... haaah... I can’t stop... aah...!"

Her hips bucked against her own hand, dress half-ripped and hanging off her shoulders, both breasts bare and bouncing with every desperate movement, the wet sound of her fingers working her soaked panties growing louder and more frantic with every passing second as the Scent of Lust and the lingering heat of my earlier contact drove the married head maid deeper into open, shameful, almost possessed self-pleasure only a few meters away from where I stood.

Saori’s thoughts spilled out in a raw, desperate rush, the last of her composure completely gone under the heavy influence of Scent of Lust.

[Why... I can’t stop myself... I don’t want to stop... hmm... aaaaaaah... Mr. Jack... ram your cock inside my pussy... and cum hard... deep inside... just like you did in Claire’s pussy...]

I chuckled softly under my breath. Even locked in her room and touching herself, the proper head maid was already imagining me fucking her and filling her the same way I had filled Claire.

Suddenly I heard soft tiptoeing footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Kasumi, Tomiko, Yelena, Yuko, Haruna, Jayden, and Claire appeared in the doorway, still in their open, messy lingerie. They looked at me with questioning eyes and made small gestures: Where is Saori?

I raised a finger to my lips in a clear "shh," then pointed at the closed door of Saori’s room.

Tomiko and Yelena moved first, pressing their ears carefully against the wood. Kasumi followed a second later.

The soft, broken, unmistakably erotic moans of the head maid leaked through the door—wet rubbing sounds mixed with her breathless, needy voice.

All three women’s eyes widened.

They immediately covered their mouths with both hands, faces turning deep red as they listened to Saori openly pleasuring herself while moaning about my cock.

The rest of the group stood frozen behind them, blushing just as hard, the thick scent of sex and residual squirt still clinging to their bodies as they realized exactly what the married maid was doing only a few meters away.