Chapter 27: White Apron
Leon sat firmly on the edge of his plush mattress with his strong hands resting casually on the wide hips of the woman straddling his lap.
Elara was trembling violently under his touch as the overwhelming heat of her own suppressed desires finally fractured her strict tyrannical facade.
She had sneaked past heavily armed guards and risked her own execution just to throw herself into his arms because the slow agonizing burn he had orchestrated was simply too powerful to resist.
Leon looked deeply into her glassy amber eyes and allowed a highly predatory smirk to grace his handsome features. He gently brushed his thumbs across the sensitive fabric of her skirt and sent highly concentrated sparks of electric pleasure right into her nervous system using his passive Basic Caress skill.
Elara gasped sharply and arched her spine to press her heavy chest even closer to his tailored uniform while letting out a soft pathetic whimper that sounded nothing like the terrifying Head Cook of House Sterling.
Leon murmured in a deep magnetic whisper that resonated directly against her collarbone. "Reach into your pocket and take out the apron you brought."
Elara squeezed her eyes shut as a furious dark blush rapidly conquered her neck and cheeks.
Her tyrannical pride desperately fought a losing battle against the sheer overwhelming gravity of his dominance. She had spent years cultivating a reputation of fierce untouchable authority among the lower servants but this magnetic young man had effortlessly dismantled her defenses in a matter of days.
Her trembling hand slowly reached into the deep pocket of her dark cloak and pulled out the pristine white cotton apron she had stolen back from him just a few hours prior.
"Good," Leon praised smoothly while guiding her trembling hands downward toward the leather belt wrapped around his waist. "Now unbuckle my belt and use that apron to relieve the massive frustration you have caused me. And I want you to look me directly in the eyes and call me your Master while you do it."
The command hung heavily in the quiet room. Leon thought having her call him master was a tad dramatic as most of the system demands usually are, but looking at her now, he wanted to watch the prideful HeadCook say it.
It was an astronomical demand that required her to fully surrender her ego and formally submit to a man who was technically her subordinate in the estate hierarchy.
Elara opened her beautiful amber eyes and stared at his highly confident face while her chest heaved with erratic ragged breaths.
She desperately wanted to refuse and storm out of the room but the throbbing heat pooling in her lower stomach demanded immediate satisfaction.
With agonizing slowness Elara lowered her gaze and brought her trembling hands to his waist.
She clumsily unbuckled his leather belt and pulled down the front of his tailored trousers to expose the heavy rigid proof of his own intense arousal.
She let out a highly scandalous squeak at the sheer intimidating size and heat radiating from him before she frantically wrapped the soft white fabric of her pristine apron around his length.
Leon leaned his head back and let out a deep groan of pure appreciation as she hesitantly began to move her hand up and down.
The soft cotton fabric provided an incredibly tantalizing friction that nearly pushed him over the edge the very moment she started.
Elara was visibly inexperienced but her sheer enthusiasm and desperate need to please him rapidly made up for her lack of technique. She squeezed her fingers tightly around his rigid length and slowly increased her pace while grinding her own hips highly subconsciously against his thighs in a desperate search for relief.
"Look at me," Leon commanded softly while reaching up to gently grip her chin and force her to meet his gaze.
Elara looked up at him through a thick curtain of dark messy hair.
Her striking mature face was beautifully flushed with deep unadulterated lust and her lips were slightly parted as she painted wildly for air. She increased the friction of the white apron and squeezed her eyes shut for a brief second before finally shattering the last remaining fragments of her stubborn pride.
"Yes...," Elara whimpered in a breathless highly desperate tone. "Yes Master."
The familiar crystal bell instantly chimed beautifully in Leon’s skull and bathed the dark bedroom in a bright pink glow that Elara could not see.
[Quest Completed Successfully!]
[Your vocal cords remain perfectly normal and highly magnetic.]
[Distributing Rewards: +20 Strength, System Shop Item ’Aura Concealment Ring (Upgraded)’, 200 Shameless Points.]
A sudden explosive surge of dense muscular power flooded directly into Leon’s chest and instantly elevated his total Strength to a monstrous seventy points.
The physical enhancement was so intensely powerful that he accidentally gripped her hips tight enough to leave faint bruises on her pale skin.
A refreshing wave of cooling energy washed through his veins as his original concealment ring magically evolved into a much darker metallic band right inside his pocket. He mentally acknowledged the massive rewards but quickly pushed the digital interface away because the physical sensations assaulting his body demanded his undivided attention.
Elara was eagerly picking up the pace with her hand and the intense friction of the white cotton apron was rapidly driving him toward an explosive release.
Her amber eyes were locked onto his face with a look of pure adoration and heavy submission. She was practically melting into a puddle of compliance right on top of him.
Leon reached down and gently placed his large hand over her trembling fingers to bring her movements to a complete halt.
Elara let out a highly frustrated whine and tried to continue her highly stimulating massage but his newly acquired seventy points of Strength made him an immovable mountain.
"You have been a very good girl," Leon whispered deeply while slowly shifting her weight off his lap and gently pushing her down onto the soft mattress. "But that is enough for now. It is my turn."
He casually tossed the ruined white apron onto the floor and leaned over her figure.
The moonlight spilling through the small window illuminated the deep mesmerizing swell of her heavy breasts straining beautifully against her partially unbuttoned maid uniform.
Leon knew the pervert system demanded a slow agonizing burn and he fully intended to extract every single ounce of pleasure from this beautiful woman before the sun came up.
He mentally activated the Soundproof Ward from his inventory and cast a silent invisible dome over the bedroom ensuring their upcoming highly degenerate activities would remain a dark secret from the rest of the world.
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