Chapter 9 – Charlotte. Giving Head
Charlotte’s room was the polar opposite of Azer’s. Unlike Azer’s, which was filled with dolls, it had no decorations to speak of. A bed to sleep in, a vanity and a wardrobe to groom herself. That was all there was in the monochrome black room.
Charlotte sat down heavily in front of the vanity and recalled what had happened with No. 25 in the bath. No. 25’s tear-stained face, his trembling body and slender voice in the grip of terror, the heat and hardness of his cock still vivid in her hands. Everything was breaking into Charlotte’s heart.
She rose from the vanity, lay down on the bed, and began to masturbate, her skirt half-raised. Every time her cold fingers disturbed the hot labia, Charlotte’s body convulsed as if paralyzed by electricity. Her fingers, which she prided herself on feeling better than most dildos, were not enough.
Once she started masturbating, she saw it through to the end, but a sense of ennui soon washed over her. Someone said that all animals are sad after climax, and Charlotte was no exception.
Charlotte lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling and muttering.
“Ugh… what am I going to do?”
No. 25 was so much to Charlotte’s taste that she felt it was a waste to give her first time to the naive Azer. She was barely holding herself back from turning him into her own personal doll and ravaging him in this room.
But if she did nothing, she wouldn’t be Charlotte. She had already thrown the bait to No. 25.
If No. 25 came to this room, it was his choice, not Charlotte’s coercion. Since No. 25 would be coming to this room of his own volition, Charlotte would not be responsible for whatever happened to him. The thread of reason that Charlotte was barely holding onto by her affection for the Demon King was so unstable that it was in danger of snapping at any moment.
And Charlotte was hoping that No. 25’s visit would be the trigger. Charlotte’s desires, having lived for so long and never met a real man, were growing inside her.
Just then, someone knocked on Charlotte’s door.
Could it be No. 25? Charlotte hurriedly adjusted her skirt, which she hadn’t taken off after finishing masturbating, and straightened her clothes. She hid her panting voice from whoever was beyond the door and replied in a calm voice.
“Come in.”
But it wasn’t No. 25 who opened the door, but another maid. The maid bowed her head in greeting, then slid her glasses up and got straight to the point. Every maid in the castle knew that Charlotte hated wasting her time. If her mood was off, they had to walk on eggshells for the rest of the day or face her wrath.
“Miss Charlotte, about the training of the new maids…”
The maid finished her sentence and realized that the atmosphere was not right.
“Do I have to be informed of every little detail?”
Teaching the maids their duties was definitely Charlotte’s job, but the timing was terrible. Unlike usual, her words were full of thorns. The maid who had opened the door sensed the unusual atmosphere and, without waiting for an answer, immediately bowed her head and retreated backwards, running out of the room.
“I’m, I’m sorry!”
The door creaked shut and silence fell again. Outside, she could hear the maids gossiping about her.
– What’s wrong with her?
– I don’t know, the crazy bitch. Maybe she’s on her period.
– I told you to memorize her cycle like I do.
– Ew, why would I want to memorize that between women?
The voices faded away.
If it had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have been able to let it go, but Charlotte didn’t care much. In a place with a clear hierarchy, sometimes you can’t survive without gossiping about your superiors. She was lenient with the barks of the weak.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Charlotte’s door rang three times again.
Thinking it was another pointless visit about maid duties, Charlotte’s temper flared, and she snapped, uncharacteristically.
“Get lost!”
“I’m, I’m sorry…!”
But the voice that came urgently from beyond the door was the one she had so longed for. Charlotte hurried to the door, opened it, and looked around the hallway.
No. 25 was about to go downstairs, looking forlorn, his shoulders drooping like a wet puppy. Charlotte called out to him, raising her voice slightly before he could leave.
“Hey, come here!”
No. 25 looked up at Charlotte’s call and trotted over. He looked so much like a puppy that Charlotte couldn’t help but smile.
When No. 25 got close, Charlotte grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and immediately pulled him into the room. With an inescapable grip, the laws of inertia, No. 25 was in Charlotte’s arms with a single cry of, “Huh?”
The door slammed shut and soon there was a click as the door locked. A large room, only two people. This situation, where no one could enter from the outside, was a strange thrill. It was also frightening. It meant that no one could help him, no matter what Charlotte did to him.
Charlotte looked down at No. 25 in her arms with a loving gaze and asked.
“What do you want that you came all the way here?”
No. 25 hesitated, feeling Charlotte’s warmth, and then spoke.
“I, I want a… reward.”
No. 25 remembered everything Charlotte had said in the bath. That she would give him a reward, that if he came to her room, he could do the next thing. He had trusted her words, barely drawing on the courage that had sunk deep in his heart, and had come to Charlotte’s room. Charlotte was so proud of No. 25 that she couldn’t hold back any longer.
Once he entered this room, No. 25 was her slave.
“Really? You want a reward.”
Charlotte sat No. 25 on the bed. She sat next to him, put her arm around his shoulder, and tickled his cheek. No. 25 sat demurely with his legs together, his face flushed. Charlotte enjoyed No. 25’s reaction, flinching at every touch of her hand.
“You have long eyelashes.”
“Yes?”
“Just a compliment. Anyway, make yourself comfortable.”
How could he possibly make himself comfortable in this situation? It was like telling him to be comfortable in a lion’s den. Besides, telling 25 to be comfortable was an area of ignorance.
Charlotte’s sticky gaze scanned No. 25’s body from top to bottom. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She was sorry for Azer, but she would have No. 25 first.
Wasn’t there a saying about a royal taster? As the head maid, she had to make sure it was safe before Azer tasted it. With that excuse in mind, Charlotte took off No. 25’s panties and put her head under his skirt.
No. 25 was startled by the sudden appearance of Charlotte under his skirt.
“Miss Charlotte?!”
“Stay still. I have to give a good slave who came for a reward something even better than usual, right?”
Charlotte licked her lips as she looked at the cock that was slowly starting to get hard. The strong smell of a male spreading to the tip of her nose, yes, she had always wanted this. Charlotte bit the tip of the glans and began to taste it in her mouth.
His first time experiencing fellatio, and with the most sensitive glans being targeted, No. 25’s waist began to shake obscenely. In the pleasure that seemed to blow his mind, No. 25 felt fear first.
“M-Miss Charlotte! Th-that’s where the pee comes out… it’s dirty!”
“Mmmph… are you getting excited with that dirty thing in my mouth?”
Charlotte couldn’t help herself either. She licked the glans, then opened her mouth wide and began to swallow the cock deep into her throat. The massive cock, about the size of a young girl’s forearm, filled Charlotte’s mouth.
‘This size actually exists…? It’s much bigger and hotter than most of the dildos sold in the black market… My jaw feels like it’s going to fall off.’
Charlotte, having swallowed the cock whole, began to shake her head up and down. Only the lewd, obscene sound of water and No. 25’s wet moans echoed in Charlotte’s room.
– *Slurp, slurp.*
– *Slurp! Mmmph, slurp.*
How long had it been since she had the cock in her mouth? Charlotte felt No. 25’s cock swell even more in her mouth than before. It was her first time, but she definitely knew the feeling of ejaculation. No. 25 also felt the sensation and desperately cried out to Charlotte.
“No! Miss Charlotte, I think I’m going to pee!”
He still didn’t seem to realize that it wasn’t pee, but semen. This innocent and cute slave. She vowed to make him forget himself, to stain him completely with her colors before giving him to someone else.
“Mmmph… mmmph… *Pfft*…! It’s okay. You can cum all in my mouth.”
No. 25’s waist lifted in a sense of depravity, using his superior’s mouth as a toilet. Just as his cock was about to ejaculate, someone knocked on the door.
If it had been just a normal maid, they would have ignored it and enjoyed the fellatio, only indulging in each other’s bodies. But the situation didn’t go as Charlotte had planned. The owner of the voice from beyond the door was…
“Charlotte, are you in there?”
It was Azer’s voice.
An alarm went off in both of their heads at the same time.
