The Harem of Juicy MILFs

Chapter 30: The Concerns of a Devoted Servant

Silence returned abruptly to the room after Seo Ye-Jin’s departure. Electhra, seated, stared intently at the closed door. She finally turned toward Gerhman, who had remained in his armchair, one hand resting nonchalantly on the armrest. He stared into the void, his thoughts already seemingly turned toward other concerns.

Electhra let out a long sigh, mixed with growing exasperation. She walked around her desk, the rustling of her black pants echoing in the restored calm. She stopped right in front of him, crossing her arms under her voluptuous chest, which tightened the magenta fabric of her unbuttoned shirt.

"Master... you are far too careless," Electhra began in a voice that oscillated between deep respect and reproach. "You do not really pay attention to your condition. But that is not what worries me the most... It is the way you throw yourself into danger without the slightest restraint."

Gerhman slowly raised his eyes toward her, his gaze showing no particular emotion. "If it can help me achieve my goals, I think the risk is worth it."

Electhra leaned toward him, her long violet hair sliding over her shoulders to brush against Gerhman’s knees. Her expression grew more severe, her brows furrowing.

"Rushing will not solve the problem, Master," she continued firmly. "You cleared the tenth lower floor in just a few hours, but at what cost? If you keep pushing too hard in this immature vessel, you will pay a heavy price. Your already unstable soul risks collapsing."

"That is precisely why I must act quickly..." Gerhman replied, his voice becoming lower. "This body is a prison that crumbles a little more with every second. If I do not recover the fragments of my soul or a compatible energy source, I will end up disintegrating before I can even take my revenge. Caution is a luxury I cannot afford."

Electhra felt a pang of pain pierce her heart upon hearing those words. She remembered the absolute power of the one she served, that aura which once made the heavens bow. Seeing him reduced to counting the days of survival of his mortal shell was torture for her. She slowly knelt between Gerhman’s legs, placing her hands on his thighs. The contact of the leather of his pants against her palms brought her a certain comfort.

"I know your pride suffers from this situation..." she murmured, her voice softening considerably. "I know what it means for you to have to rely on an established system and servants. But do not see this temporary weakness as a defeat. It is only an eclipse before the sun returns."

She raised a hand to gently caress Gerhman’s cheek, her thumb brushing the pale skin beneath his gray eye.

"This time, I will be your shield... Master. I will not let anyone, neither the Cult, nor the Alliance, nor even the Association of Awakened, approach you to take advantage of your condition. I have spent centuries preparing this world for your return. Let me carry the weight of your battles until your soul is anchored once more."

Gerhman observed Electhra’s face, noticing for the first time since his awakening the almost sickly glow of devotion burning in her violet eyes. He perceived her visceral need to be useful to him, an obsession that went beyond simple loyalty to become an entire part of her existence. She is truly afraid... afraid that I will disappear once again into the void.

He placed his hand over Electhra’s, squeezing her fingers with a strength that had nothing human about it. "You speak as if I were a porcelain child... Electhra. Do not forget who I am, even in this parody of flesh."

"I never forget..." she replied as she rose slowly, her face now only a few centimeters from his.

The atmosphere in the office changed subtly, becoming more intimate. Electhra closed the distance, her lips almost brushing those of her sovereign. Her breath, laden with a scent of jasmine and mint, caressed Gerhman’s skin.

Without waiting for permission she already knew was granted, she sealed her lips against his. The kiss was first gentle, before transforming into a passionate claim. Electhra slipped her hands behind Gerhman’s neck, her fingers getting lost in his grayish hair, pulling him toward her with contained urgency. She tasted her master’s lips.

Gerhman responded to the kiss, his hands sliding down to rest firmly on Electhra’s hips, feeling the smooth texture of her pants. He pulled her against him, forcing Electhra to arch her back. Electhra’s chest pressed against his stomach, her voluptuous breasts crushing against his athletic torso. A muffled moan escaped Electhra’s throat, a sound of pure delight.

Her lips are... a true delight, thought Gerhman as their tongues intertwined in a feverish dance.

They remained like this for long minutes, isolated from the rest of the world. She pulled away for a moment to kiss the line of his jaw, descending to the spiderweb tattoo on his neck, where she placed a burning kiss.

"You are not alone..." she breathed against his skin. "Never again."

She straightened a little, her violet eyes now veiled by a desire she no longer sought to hide. She began to unbutton the remaining buttons of her magenta shirt, revealing her generous chest held by a black lace bra that seemed ready to yield under the volume of her breasts. The skin of her shoulders gleamed with a light sweat, a sign of her growing excitement.

"Master... allow me to help you forget this fatigue..." murmured Electhra as she placed a hand on the buckle of her own belt adorned with golden chains.

Gerhman watched her, a satisfied smile stretching his lips.

"Do what you have to do... Electhra," Gerhman ordered in a hoarse voice.

She obeyed with grace, letting her black coat slide to the floor before attending to her pants. Soon, she found herself naked before him. Her wide hips and flat stomach drew a silhouette whose sight alone would have been enough to paralyze any man. But Gerhman did not content himself with looking. He stood up, towering over his servant with his full stature, and seized her by the waist to lift her.

Electhra wrapped her legs around Gerhman’s torso, her arms tightening around his neck. She felt herself carried toward the large purple velvet sofa located at the back of the room. As Gerhman laid her there, he began to remove his own clothes, his eyes never leaving Electhra’s.