Chapter 35 – The Bed and Servants of Desire
“Welcome to the bed of desire, master.”
“Welcome to the bed of desire, master.”
A clear voice that hits both eardrums at the same time like a stereo speaker.
‘The bed of desire’, are you referring to this place?
I turn my head once again at the unbelievable exotic sight,
A pleasant wind blows past my bangs, holding the scent of grass.
Indeed, the motel room turned into a bar for dancers in an instant.
How on earth is this even possible? The laws of physics that I understand, phenomena that cannot be explained by science.
All I can do is speculate that all of this is the power of the mask. But is it enough power to change the entire space?
The dream of being a ‘witch’ that the existence of the mask wanted to achieve may be much more dangerous than I thought.
If the mask gains more power than this when it’s doing something uncommon with only the alcohol it’s dedicated so far…
No, the first thing I have to think about is not worrying about the mask.
It is an unstable relationship in which neither party has clear trust, but first of all, I need the power and knowledge of the mask.
That nasty mask will need my help too. Then once we have a friendly relationship.
It means that there is no need to push away the mask that opened your hand first in the midst of sharing your doubts.
While maintaining some vigilance, try to be as friendly as possible.
That is the task I have to solve now.
“…Whoa, by the way, the two of you… You two were stiff until just now, when did you change your clothes again?”
“…I don’t know what you mean.”
“We are just the master’s saints and servants serving the master in this bed.”
After sweeping away the wariness and anxiety that had risen in my heart, I finally began to see two attractive women in front of me.
The surrounding scenery was a luxurious bedroom of aristocrats, just like you would see in a medieval movie.
And two saints, Isabelle and Noah, dressed as dancers to serve the owner of this room.
Looking back at the two people’s attire, it was a lewd outfit that went well with this background.
Besides, if you listen to what they say, they don’t seem to feel anything out of place with the current situation and their outfits.
Maybe their heads have changed to suit this background and their outfit…? Whatever you do, you’ll know.
“Then let’s have some fun… Start something.”
“Yes, I understand… Hehe…♡”
With a deep and dignified voice suitable for this situational drama, he sits on the large bed behind him in an awkward position.
Then, with a coquettish smile, Isabelle put down the bottle and glass she was holding next to her, and moved away while moving her translucent robe.
On the contrary, with the sound of her lewd laughter, Noah, who sat next to her and put the fruit basket she was holding on her lap.
She deliberately brings her breasts to my forearms, and puts her gold ring and her hand adorned with white cloth over my breasts.
I meet eyes with Noah, who is looking up at me with open eyes. Eye makeup to enchant men, and a sweet scent.
“Whoops… I hope you enjoy it…♡”
I get goosebumps at Noah’s despicable act of blowing her voice with the wind in my ears.
I feel smooth hands coming down from my chest to my stomach, and from my stomach to my groin.
Five white fingers intertwined like snakes in the penis that began to flow naturally.
Just-!
The gaze, which was focused on Noah for a moment, returns to the direction where the clear and fine sound of the blow came from.
At the end of her gaze, Isabelle snaps her fingers on the spot and looks around, taking out her small bottle and spraying it on herself.
Her clear pink liquid soaks into the fabric that shimmers over Isabelle’s breasts and clings to her raised nipples and her flesh.
The soft vanilla scent wafted up to this place, about five paces away. Apparently, that liquid was scented oil.
Isabelle, whose sweet scent is smearing her van oil on her own stomach, chest, and armpits, smiles as she looks into my eyes.
Isabelle’s skin, glistening with the sheen of her oil, reflected the dazzling moonlight in her eyes.
As the sound of her clanking torches grew louder, Isabelle began to dance her silver hair back and forth.
A lively and sticky melody heard from somewhere at the same time as Isabelle’s gestures.
Not a beautiful dance, but an explicit dance to excite men.
Raise her arms to the side to show the origin of her breasts and the continuation of her armpits.
A lewd dance where her hands traced the contours of her body, drawing my attention to her, and gently caressing her hips at the end.
I stared at the woman’s swaying body in disbelief, then turned my head again to the soft feel of her cock.
“The owner’s thing is very bold… Do you like the dance of that lowly thing…?♡”
Before he knew it, the pre-cum at the end of his urethra was dripping down and staining Noah’s white hands.
Not caring at all for that filthy liquid that soiled her own hands, Noah, her goddaughter, points her glance at her Isabelle.
“Leave the lower part of the service to me, and the master please enjoy the stage…”
Prick, chewgeouk, iron puck!
“Ugh…!”
Grabbing her cock, she moved her hand up and down, rubbing her fingers between her cuticles,
I took her eyes off Noah, who was licking my breasts with her tongue as she wrapped her palms around her entire glans.
The scent of vanilla, closer than before, and the shiny buttocks that came in front of her eyes are stroking in front of me.
If she stretched out her hand just a little further, her buttocks were soft and smooth, warmer than the night air.
“Yeah…♡ Whoop, um…”
Isabelle, biting her lower lip at my touch and trembling her body, looks back at me.
Noah didn’t say a word, he patted her glans before removing her hand, and his huge ass landed on top of her slime-covered prick.
Isabelle’s balm from her ass coats my skin, and Isabelle’s dance continues with her cock sandwiched between her ass.
Smack! Poke, poke!
“Ugh?! Huh…!”
“…♡”
Isabelle, who puts her hands on my lap and continues to wiggle her ass.
“Chuup, chuup…”
It was unreasonable to endure the service of Noah, who kept licking and caressing my breasts.
“Keugh?!”
“Ah…♡ It’s hot…”
Even more pure white semen sprayed over Isabelle’s white ass.
The dancer who steals the seeds of her desire that covered her buttocks with her hands and brings them to her lips, grins.
Isabelle, smiling seductively as she rubbed her ass against her still-ejaculating cock, was not the girl she had first met.
What was in front of her eyes was a female prostitute who gave her body away from the aristocracy, a female who fawned over men and lived on money and semen.
“I will clean… Excuse me for a moment… Chew…♡”
“Ugh, wait…!”
Noah knelt down in front of her as I pulled out the semen-covered cock from Isabelle’s ass.
Noah’s eyes were full of lust as he lifted the veil that covered her mouth and slowly hid her cock inside her mouth.
“Jurureuk, Chook, Chuuwoop, Swoop…♡”
Service too intense to be called cleaning.
Noah is licking all the dirt on his cock from under the glans to the urethra.
Her lips were pursed, her long tongue wrapped around her, and she clung to the blanket for the pleasure of rubbing her prickly bumps.
However, the service of the dancers did not end there, and Isabelle, who cleaned up the semen on her buttocks, sat next to me.
“Master, how was my dance…? If there’s anything you want, feel free to tell me.
I made a vow from the bottom of my soul to learn true happiness from my master and to dedicate my existence to you♡
Shall we serve by mouth this time? Or see? Back hole? Please love the place you want…♡”
Isabel took my hand in hers and slowly brought it into her own cunt.
The soft cloth touched by her fingertips was already very wet, and a sweet moan came to her ears.
“Ah…”
Isabel starts to masturbate by rubbing the towering clit on her finger, and Isabel lifts her waist happily.
Isabelle’s breasts on her forearm, Noah’s tongue wrapped around her cock, love juice soaking her fingertips,
Intoxicated by the scent of vanilla that still filled my body and surroundings, her brain began to numb.
As it is, her mind is filled with the thought that she wants to live here forever with them.
Melting into her gooey, warm, relaxing pleasure, she presses her Noah’s head, hugging Isabelle.
“Yeah, puuuuu00uuuuu can possible can be found…♡”
“Ah, my master… My master… Yes♡”
“…”
Paradise, the perfect word to describe this space right now.
When you are in the paradise of lust, enjoying pleasure beneath the bodies of two beautiful dancers.
A whining, vibration-like sound, a familiar rupture crashed into my head.
‘I’m having a lot of fun. Did you like the gift I gave you?’
“…Where did you go after creating this division…”
Respond to the voice that is ringing directly in your head.
Grasping the spirit that was lost in haze and looking around, Isabel and Noah were frozen again.
‘I can’t enter that space with this human woman’s body. Only the saintess and the owner can enter there.
So I was just watching from the outside, but fortunately, I was relieved to see that he was enjoying himself well. How is it? It’s good?’
“…”
‘Okay~ Anyway, what I gave you is the key to the ‘Chair of Desire’.
You can come to this place just by bringing the card I gave you to any door.’
“Only me and the saints can enter? Then what will happen to Room 402?”
‘It will look like a normal room to other humans. This is a different space from the dimension where humans live.
Even those witch hunters can’t perceive it, and even the saints can’t remember what happened in that space.
That’s why I don’t have to worry about leaking information about the ‘Chair of Desire’ to the outside world.’
Other humans couldn’t recognize it, and only the saintess and I could enter.
According to the mask, this space is definitely the best hideout for me. There are many good things…
‘…I guess you liked something other than safety?’
“Shut up. And if there was something like this, give it to me a long time ago…”
‘I told you, I had no trust in you. Prior to that, I didn’t have the strength to create this space even if I wanted to give.
Anyway, another function of the bed of desire is that you can change it to the space you want!’
“…What does that mean?”
‘It’s literally. The current concept is the ‘master and his attendant’ of the era I know,
It means that you can assign the roles of various places and saints in your head if you want.
For example, the maid that came to your mind right now? Or a bunny girl? Men of this era know a lot about being rude~’
“If you fucking look into someone else’s head again, are you going to beat me up?”
Hearing the words of the mask, the embarrassing delusions that came to mind were discovered, and he became a ridiculous figure who numb his feet.
While giggling, I looked down at the card in my hand as I clicked my tongue at the sarcastic mask, saying ‘yes~ yes~’.
…There is such a function…
‘First of all, let’s explain this place, let’s make plans for the future.
Yes, you. You don’t want to kill those two women, do you? I’m against it too. I think the two of them will make a pretty good drink.’
“The reason is very cheap.”
‘Well, get over that and open the door behind the bed. There’s an item that can help you guys.’
I wake up from bed scratching my head at the mask’s voice.
Then I got off the bed so wide that I had to get up and walk out and went down the stairs.
Indeed, an old door stood intact behind the bed.
A crumbling wall, and an unnaturally standing door.
There is nothing beyond the door… What the hell is it?
I push the doorknob at meaningless instructions like finding the light in the void.
As expected, what fills my eyes is the darkness, and the worn-out wooden floor that makes a ‘squeak’ sound when I step on it.
In a space where only acrid dust is blowing, he plugs his nose and shouts while staring at the invisible ceiling.
“There’s nothing? What’s there?”
‘Look closely, they’ll be everywhere.’
I squint at the voice behind the mask and look around.
Old and broken bookshelves, spider webs, rusty buckets, old books, and even a worn-out bed.
It was a moment when I looked at a wall as I stepped deeper into a space that seemed to have been inhabited a long time ago.
“…What the heck…”
‘Well, I found it. Take one of them And hand it over to the witch hunters.
Then those two saints won’t have to sacrifice, and you’ll get away from the chase for a while.’
It was none other than a mask that filled up the gray grime-burned wall.
An old wooden mask, painted white, with strange characters engraved on the back.
Dozens of masks identical to mine were hung on the walls.
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