“May I… cool your head for you, Master?”
“Ellie, you?”
“Yes. I wish to repay you, Master, for listening to the brief opinion of a foolish maid.”
She deftly removed my trousers. With a metallic click, the buckle came undone and the zipper slid down.
When she pulled down my underwear as well, a massive pillar suddenly rose before her eyes. Her gaze swept over the veined, blue-tinged cock.
Lick.
The tip of her cold tongue lapped up the glans.
Slurp, slurrrp.
It was markedly different from last time. Her skill had improved this much after only a single practical session.
Was it because she was thorough in everything, befitting the director of the Intelligence Bureau? She worked her tongue like a snake, beginning to meticulously lick from the urethral opening to the tendons of the shaft.
“You’re much better than last time, Ellie. The way you can do anything perfectly when ordered… You have a truly enviable talent.”
“Mmph…. Slurp… Th-thank… you… mmmph….”
Sydney answered somehow, even as she tightened her mouth around my cock.
“Since… Master… is satisfied…!”
Sydney continued sucking desperately, as though unwilling to lose the bait I had dangled before her. My cock naturally stiffened at the sight.
Then, could she endure what came next?
I pressed down firmly on the back of her head while simultaneously reaching my remaining hand beneath the hem of her skirt.
‘Touch of Attunement.’
[Skill ‘Touch of Attunement (Lv. 2)’ is activated.]
At the same time as I activated the skill, I gripped the base of the anal plug with my hand. Then I slowly twisted it.
“Mmph…?!”
I pulled the anal plug out just like that.
Pop!
“E, euuugh—!”
Sydney buried her face in my groin and trembled violently at the waist. Her anus repeatedly gaped open.
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Confused, Enduring]
Yet, astonishingly, she did not stop.
“Huuh, slurp… shluuup….”
Even while her ass was being violated, she did not let go of my cock. Soon, she hollowed her cheeks and applied pressure like a vacuum cleaner.
I could not help but admire her. This was the attitude of a professional determined to entertain me somehow and bring the negotiations to a successful conclusion.
“Yes, Ellie. About the Santa Barbara Islands….”
“Mmmph…!”
At the words leaving my mouth, her tongue moved faster.
“The United Kingdom certainly does have a powerful navy. As you said, entrusting them with its administration wouldn’t be a bad choice. But….”
I deliberately let my words trail off and slapped the flesh of her buttocks with my other hand.
Smack!
“Huuugh!”
“But politically? That would be suicide. No matter how much I am His Majesty the Emperor’s favored hero, at heart, I am a soldier. There is already plenty of talk because of the way I acted at the Badenburg Conference…. If I involve myself any further, I’ll be an easy target for the bastards in Parliament to tear apart.”
I sighed and roughly tousled her hair. It was true. No matter how much I possessed [Silver Tongue], making enemies of the members of Parliament was an entirely different matter from manipulating a single emperor.
“Bringing about your own downfall by overreaching takes only a moment. There’s no reason for me to take such a risk. Isn’t that right?”
Sydney’s tongue faltered upon hearing my realistic criticism.
‘Status Analysis.’
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Cowardly, perhaps, but believes he is not wrong.]
[Emotion: Anxious]
[Hidden Desire: I must give him confidence and manipulate him into forcing this proposal through.]
She was anxious. This was a golden opportunity to take Santa Barbara, but I was trying to withdraw in order to protect myself. It must have been eating her up inside.
Swish.
Sydney slowly pulled her mouth away and looked up at me. Her lips glistened with saliva, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes held a desperate gleam.
“Master.”
She gently stroked my knee and began to speak.
“You are a hero who dominates the battlefield. For a hero… there are times when decisions beyond the understanding of ordinary people are necessary.”
The mask of a loyal and wise maid. Her hand subtly crept upward along the inside of my thigh.
“I don’t know much about politics, but I believe there must be a reason His Majesty favors you. Surely, it is because you bring profit to the Empire. If the practical benefits are certain… wouldn’t His Majesty block the noise from Parliament?”
Having finished speaking, she placed her moist lips against the tip of my glans once more.
Lick, slurrrp.
The movements of her tongue were meant to manipulate a hero of the Empire, a man with immense influence.
“Slurp… huumph….”
Her tongue did not remain focused solely on the shaft. Perhaps intending to drive home her point, the tip of her tongue traveled downward along it.
Past the root of the shaft, she carefully licked up both of my balls. Then her tongue reached—
Slurp.
‘Oh?’
The perineum, and the wrinkled place beyond it.
Sydney Wellesley, director of the Intelligence Bureau. The Queen’s shadow and the United Kingdom’s greatest elite had now buried her face before the anus of an enemy officer.
Lick, slurrrp.
“Hah, huumph….”
Suppressing her disgust, she sharpened the tip of her tongue. Her rough tongue pushed between the sensitive folds.
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Humiliated, Desperate]
‘Desperate, huh?’
Well, when it came to a colony, there was little she could do. The Empire, a latecomer to the colonial race, and the United Kingdom, enjoying its heyday as the nation upon which the sun never set, had entirely different levels of obsession with colonial possessions.
I leisurely looked down at her head. Her blonde hair danced between my thighs.
“Between the folds, too.”
“Slurp… shluuup….”
When I lifted my hips slightly, Sydney’s tongue moved faster, as though she had been waiting for it. She spread the folds and licked inside them, then stimulated the area around the sphincter in slow circles.
“Ungh…!”
A moan escaped my lips.
Perhaps that served as a signal, because Sydney’s movements grew even more intense. She sucked at the folds with her lips while rapidly stroking my cock with her hand.
A shivering sensation climbed up my spine from the stimulation applied from both front and back.
“Hoo… Good, Ellie. If the United Kingdom is as meticulous at managing the seas as your tongue is, then it might be worth trusting.”
“…Yes, Master. With your judgment, I’m sure you’ll be correct.”
Sydney continued her devoted-maid act without pause.
“I’m going to come.”
“…Yes. Give me everything….”
Slurp!
She pulled her mouth away, then took my glans between her lips again. This time, she swallowed it deep into her throat without hesitation.
Gush! Gush!
[Bonus effect ‘Fragrant Semen (Sweet Vanilla Scent)’ has been applied.]
“Mmph… urk….”
Her throat bobbed. Even as hot semen poured into her throat, she moved her head back and forth, maximizing the sensation of ejaculation—as though hoping the Santa Barbara Islands would be transferred along with my semen.
“Gulp… Hmm?”
After swallowing a large mouthful of semen, her expression changed strangely. The scent spreading through the air was not foul and fishy, but the refined flavor of vanilla.
I slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth. Sweet, milky fluid trickled from the corners of her lips.
“Cough, slurp….”
Without realizing it, Sydney’s eyes followed my glans. She seemed instinctively reluctant to lose the sweet flesh that had been resting on her tongue.
“Ah….”
[Status: Confused, Gustatory Pleasure]
“Master, this… the taste….”
“What? Doesn’t it suit your palate?”
“N-no! It’s just… sweet… No, fragrant….”
Watching her flustered reaction, I took my position again.
[Skill ‘Virile (Lv. 1)’ is active.]
Despite having released a considerable amount, my cock was still standing tall.
Sydney’s gaze fixed on my groin once again. Her pupils widened in disbelief.
“Wh-why…?”
Her confusion lasted only a moment. As the director of the Intelligence Bureau, she quickly regained her composure.
[Status: Opportunity Spotted]
Her eyes darted rapidly. Her master was not yet satisfied. To her, that fact must have represented another opportunity.
[Status: Hesitation]
She lowered her head for a moment and looked at the floor. Her gaze came to rest on the anal plug rolling across it.
[Status: Resolve]
Then she raised her head again.
“Master….”
Rustle.
As she lifted her head, she turned around and got down on all fours.
She raised her hips high and lowered her upper body. The white flesh of her buttocks spread apart, revealing the hole that had been slightly swollen from having the plug inserted only moments earlier.
“You still have… so much energy.”
With one hand, she seized the flesh of her buttocks and spread them wider.
Pucker.
The red mucous membrane twitched as though welcoming me.
“The rear entrance you wanted, Master….”
She spoke as though deliberately ashamed.
“As I promised last time… it’s loosened up nicely.”
I let out a faint chuckle and stepped close behind her.
“You’re exceptionally well prepared, Ellie.”
Then, tossing out words that could have been either praise or insult, I rubbed the tip of my glans against her wrinkled entrance.
“Huuugh… th-thank you….”
Push.
“Euuuuugh…!”
I thrust my hips forward in a single motion. Her tightly clenched sphincter clamped down hard on my cock, as if rejecting it.
Hot, narrow.
The pressure of the cramped, tight inner walls was different from a vagina.
“Hah, hah…!”
Perhaps simply receiving my cock was overwhelming for her; Sydney groaned with her head pressed to the floor.
‘Status Analysis.’
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Pain, Humiliation, Acceptance]
[Emotion: I have to endure this… for the mission. It’s merely a physiological phenomenon.]
‘Ha. Incredible.’
A sardonic smile naturally formed on my lips.
What in the world was going on inside this woman’s head?
For the glory of her country, to secure colonial interests, she was enduring the humiliation of having her asshole breached?
The Queen of the United Kingdom’s shadow, the famously cold-blooded director of the Intelligence Bureau—and that was all she could think? How naive.
The tightness of the inner walls clamping down on my cock did not lie.
She probably believed that she was making some great sacrifice and manipulating me, but in reality… who could say? She had merely been reduced to a hole for me to relieve my lust.
Like this.
‘Touch of Attunement.’
[Skill ‘Touch of Attunement (Lv. 2)’ is activated.]
[The target’s sense of pain is converted into pleasure, and the sensory nerves are heightened.]
“Hng, hhuuuung?!”
Sydney’s back arched like a bow.