Chapter 111: [111] Marcella - The Red Queen

“Master… Distinguished Young Misses… welcome once again to Forever Restaurant. Tonight, the entire establishment belongs only to you.”

Marcella’s voice was sweet and thick, like warm honey dripping slowly over her bare stomach, sliding down into the well of her navel.

She remained slightly bowed for a moment longer than necessary. Her heavy, mature breasts hung like overripe fruits beneath the tight blue-and-white fabric, swaying heavily with every soft breath. Daniel’s lips twitched.

She had deliberately chosen to bow right beside his chair. From this angle he could clearly see the deep, filthy valley of her cleavage and the soft, heavy fall of her tits just above his shoulder. Her thick, womanly scent mixture of her warm skin, faint perfume, and the lingering musk of a cunt that still remembered his cock

drifted straight into his nose.

When she straightened, her lips held a mature, calm smile. To Daniel it looked exactly like a cock-hungry tigress eyeing her next cocky meal.

A young maid with a ridiculously short black skirt stepped forward silently, carrying a silver tray. Four tall crystal flutes of pale-gold champagne rested on it. The girl’s smooth, creamy thighs were completely exposed; every small step made the tiny skirt sway and flash the soft shadows between her legs.

Marcella took the tray herself.

She bent her waist deeply beside Daniel, deliberately letting the full, soft weight of her heavy breasts drag and graze across his shoulder as she placed the first glass in front of him. Instead of walking around the table normally, she pressed her plump crotch against the edge of the table and bent even further forward to serve the three girls. Her body-hugging maid uniform stretched obscenely over every curve. Each time she reached out, her massive tits pulled against the fabric, clearly outlining the soft, creamy meat and the stiff little buds of her nipples.

The way the heavy flesh deformed and shifted under the strain made Daniel’s cock swell until it ached. Even the smooth, faintly damp underarms of her outstretched arms looked filthy and inviting. The deep bend forced her fat, mature ass to push backward, the tight skirt stretching so tightly over her peachy cheeks that the deep crack between them was clearly visible.

Daniel’s eyes turned dark and hungry.

Heat crawled his crotch. For a moment he seriously considered standing up, bending this shameless head maid over the same table, yanking her skirt up around her waist, and plapping that heavy, jiggling ass until she sobbed and begged in a broken voice, “Masterrr~ My cunt is bleeding… please let me rest!!”

Marcella straightened with elegant, practiced grace, though a faint flush had risen on her neck.

“A complimentary welcome champagne from the house — Dom Pérignon Rosé, vintage. Please enjoy it while you relax.”

The three girls accepted the glasses with slightly nervous hands. The expensive scent of the champagne mixed with their sweet young perfumes.

Marcella did not leave.

She moved to stand just behind Daniel’s right shoulder, close enough that the soft heat of her full tits radiated against his back. Her hands folded neatly in front of her apron. Her heavy chest rose and fell slowly. She looked like the perfect head maid… who knew exactly how much of a dripping, cock-hungry bombshell she was in uniform.

“Is the temperature comfortable for you, Master? Young Misses?” she asked softly. “Or shall I adjust the air?”

Daniel knew the question was mainly for him. The rest was only added to avoid suspicion.

“…It’s perfect,” he replied, voice low and a little rough.

He still couldn’t fully understand what kind of filthy thrill she was chasing. If she simply wanted to be bred again, she could have asked directly and he would have fucked her tomorrow without hesitation. But NO!! she insisted on playing these slow, teasing, cunt-tingling games in front of the girls.

“Very good.” Marcella’s smile deepened just a fraction, eyes dark with hidden heat.

“Please take your time. There is no rush tonight. The kitchen is entirely at your disposal.”

The girls took their first sips. Soft fizz burst across their tongues, making them shiver lightly.

Marcella continued, her voice elegant yet carrying a subtle, husky edge that stroked directly over Daniel’s cock.

“Whenever you are ready, I can introduce tonight’s specially prepared menu. Or if Master already has something in mind… I am here to fulfill every request.”

The way she said “every request” dripped with hidden meaning. Anna and Kira were already lost in the luxurious atmosphere, focused only on enjoying the night. Lara and Daniel, however, both felt the undercurrent clearly.

When no one spoke, Marcella glanced at the young short-skirted maid who now stood ready with a thick leather-bound order book. The girl’s smooth thighs were pressed tightly together. Confirming they had no objections, Marcella continued in that same cock-teasing voice,

“Perhaps it is best if I present the courses. Tonight we have prepared a private tasting selection.”

She began to recite the menu, every word sounding like forbidden luxury,

“For the first course, we offer

Seared Hokkaido Scallops resting on a bed of cauliflower cream, finished with black truffle shavings and a light champagne beurre blanc.

Or, if you prefer something lighter,

Delicate Yuzu-Cured Salmon with avocado mousse, ossetra caviar, and edible gold leaf.”

Her eyes kept drifting to Daniel’s face as she continued,

“For the main course, the chef has prepared three signature options,

A5 Japanese Wagyu Tenderloin, cooked to perfection, served with roasted bone marrow, potato purée infused with aged Parmigiano, and a red wine reduction.

Butter-Poached Maine Lobster Tail with saffron risotto, coral emulsion, and fresh sea herbs.

And finally,

Free-Range Duck Breast, glazed with honey and lavender, accompanied by cherry confit and a delicate foie gras sauce.”

She paused, letting the descriptions sink in while her heavy breasts rose and fell slowly under the tight uniform.

“And of course, if Master or the Young Misses have any special cravings… anything at all… you need only speak it. Tonight, nothing is impossible.”

Her gaze lingered on Daniel a heartbeat longer than necessary. Behind the polite elegant maidy smile, the woman whose tight cunt had been scraped raw and filled with cum in her own restaurant’s washroom was still very much present.

The young maid stood poised, pen ready, thighs squeezing together beneath her tiny skirt, waiting.

“Now… what would Master and the Young Misses like to begin with?”

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Sometime later, the soft clink of expensive cutlery filled the quiet restaurant.

They had decided to follow the chef’s full recommendation. Anna and Kira were too shy and overwhelmed by the luxury to choose on their own. Lara and Daniel remained mostly quiet. Their eyes kept meeting across the table every time they leaned forward to take a bite. Each time Lara swallowed, a deep blush rose on her cheeks as she imagined herself swallowing Daniel’s thick cum down her throat. She felt choked with that imaginary creamy cum sliding down her throat.

Daniel’s eyes twitched with irritation.

Both Lara and Marcella seemed determined to make him suffer.

Marcella found every possible excuse to approach his side like refilling his glass, adjusting a napkin, asking if the seasoning was perfect and every time she did, she deliberately dragged her heavy, soft tits across his shoulder or arm. Her thick mature scent would wrap around him like a wet cunt, and the view of her bent waist and the tight skirt stretching over her fat ass would burn itself into his mind. His cock stayed aching the entire time.

He was controlling himself with pure willpower.

If he lost focus for even a second he would shove the plates aside, bend Marcella over the same table, yank her skirt up to her waist, shove a silver spoon deep into her used cunt, scoop out her thick creamy juices, and drink them right there in front of the three girls while she moaned and trembled.

To distract himself from the throbbing heat in his pants, he finally asked the question that had been burning in his chest since the mall.

“By the way, Anna… who exactly was that Fan guy?”

Anna’s eyes widened for a second, then softened with guilt as she looked at her daddy.

“Daddy… he’s our classmate.”

“And….? I want the full story.”

Anna pursed her soft lips and stared down at her plate, thighs pressing together under the table.

Daniel was still angry. The thought of what might have happened to his daughter’s tight little body if he hadn’t transmigrated made his chest feel restless and hot. He wanted to spank some sense into her.

“I’m asking you something, Anna.”

His voice turned cold and dominant, the same voice that were used to order women to spread their legs.

Anna flinched. So did Kira and Lara. Three pairs of soft thighs tightened under the tablecloth.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. He placed his cutlery down with a soft clink and leaned back in his chair.

“Uncle… that guy is—” Kira tried to help, her voice small.

“Its Daddy for You!!” Daniel’s cold gaze snapped toward Kira.

The cold words made her flinch, yet her mouth still obeyed, a soft, fluffy heat blooming low in her belly.

“…Daddy.”

The coldness in his eyes and voice did not make Kira afraid. Instead, a strange, forbidden warmth spread through her chest and straight down between her legs. In the deepest corner of her heart she had always craved a father who would force her to face her mistakes and then punish her properly. The fact that he had just made her call him Daddy again in that dominant tone only made her empty young cunt throb and grow wet.

Daniel gave her a small, appreciative nod, then turned back to Anna.

“You…Continue—!”

Anna finally spoke, her voice small and ashamed.

“Daddy… that guy was a… stalker. He proposed to me many times. I—I don’t have a boyfriend, I promise, and I’ve never even thought about getting one, so of course I rejected him every time. But he keeps following me. He… he…”

Her face burned with deep shame. How was she supposed to tell her own father these filthy, disgusting details with her own little mouth.

Lara sighed softly. She turned to Daniel and spoke in a calm but clear voice, her own cheeks faintly flushed.

“That guy is a complete creep. He sniffs the seats where Anna sits like a dog in heat. He collects the gum she chews and puts it away like some kind of sticky treasure. Nobody knows what he does with those things. On campus he follows her around like a shadow. If any boy shows even a little interest in her, he threatens them.”

After finishing, Lara watched Daniel’s eyes carefully. On the surface they looked calm, but she could feel the raging, possessive volcano underneath. That dark, protective rage for his daughter made her own empty cunt flutter softly.

Daniel nodded once, slowly.

Then he leaned forward, staring straight into Anna’s soft, kitten-like eyes. His voice came out low, cold, and filled with dominance.

“Did you think your father was so useless that he couldn’t even handle a roadside creeper for you?

In your eyes… am I just an incapable father who failed to earn his own daughter’s trust?”

The thick, heavy silence that followed was broken only by the soft sound of three young girls breathing a little too quickly, their thighs pressed tightly together under the luxurious tablecloth.