"Allen young masterrr... I… I'm just here to collect the laundry, but if you do this, it'll be trouuuuble…."
"Stay still."
In the narrow pussy that struggled to take even one finger.
Laying Merril, who said she'd come to gather the room's laundry, on the bed, carefully rubbing inside her pink pussy that could barely handle the single knuckle I mentioned earlier, lewd moans burst out.
"Ah, Allen young master… I, I have to go quickllly…! Ah, or I'll get scoldedd...!?"
Merril's cry that she needed to take the laundry out soon.
But I just let it go in one ear and out the other.
Instead, I persistently prodded deeper into Merril's narrow pussy that said she had to leave quickly.
"Y-Young masterrr… I, I… I feel like I'm gonna cum… N-Now stoppp…!"
"It's fine. You came to collect the laundry anyway, right? It'll get washed regardless, so cum as much as you want."
"Hnguuu!?"
At Merril's words that something was about to come out, I rubbed the slightly hardened clit with the hand that had been kneading her breasts, stroking it gently.
Then Merril's hips bucked wildly, and at the same time, transparent liquid arced out, soaking the cozy blanket and pristine white sheets that needed washing with her warm fluid.
"Haa…! Haa…!"
Rough breaths bursting from Merril's mouth and the fierce gush of piss and pussy juice from her lower lips.
The force was so intense that the piss soaking the bed quickly overflowed, the sound of dripping water echoing explicitly.
"I didn't mind dirtying the laundry, but I didn't expect you'd soil the floor too."
"M-My apologieees…! Haa…!!"
Merril, her pink hair disheveled on the bed, breathing heavily with seductive allure, begging for forgiveness.
"Ahng…!"
Pulling out my hand with her hips raised, moans escaped along with pure white pussy juice and transparent piss staring back at my hand.
Then, I gently brought it to Merril's mouth, exhaling hot breaths like it was on fire.
"Merril. My fingers got dirty. You know what to do, right?"
"Y-Yes… Uuung… Slurp… Haa…"
The afterglow of climax lingering deeply, Merril trembling all over as she licked and sucked the pussy juice clinging to my fingers.
"Huuup… Slurp…"
She might feel disgusted licking and eating her own pussy juice, but obediently doing as told made me inwardly proud.
Like Merril's pink hair, her warm tongue lapping up the juice soon stole back the sticky fluid clinging to my fingers.
"Slurp... Huuung... Allen young master..."
The thick, milky pussy juice on my fingers was already gone, but her lewd voice and nasal sounds calling my name, as if wanting more.
"You were told to clean it, but you made it dirtier with your spit?"
"M-My apologieees..."
"Sorry, huh. For now, lift your skirt and turn your ass toward me."
"Y-Yes..."
Trembling legs and hands.
Lying prone on the bed, Merril raised her ass high, lifting her skirt hem with shaking hands.
Then, the pure white panties around her knees along with her snow-white ass.
From the pink-tinted pussy, pussy juice stretched long like a thread connecting to the bed.
"Hnguuuu…!"
Pressing my erect dick against the soaked pussy, without much resistance, the hot flesh sucked in the glans as if starving.
"Huuung…! Allen young masterrr… S-Slowlyyy!?"
The flawless snow-white ass cheeks rippled like waves.
Though I only thrust a few times, sweat-soaked skins soon slapped together, lewd sounds gradually rising.
"Haaa! Haaang!!"
Excitement wouldn't fade at Merril's cries as she got fucked on my dick.
She tried to hide her massive moans by hugging my pillow and burying her face in it.
But the sporadic breath-like moans while muffling in the pillow only excited me more.
****
"Ah, Allen young master. I, I'll take the laundry and go now…"
Merril, buttoning up her top and straightening her clothes with a greeting.
Originally, Merril had entered the room to wash the blanket and bedsheets.
But the more I touched her, the more I fucked her, the cuter her moans and actions became, so unknowingly, I kept her longer.
Then, carrying the basket with the blanket and sheets stained with traces of sex, and the pillow soaked in saliva, she left the room with unsteady steps.
Some time passed after Merril closed the door.
With one foot out, a languid, empty feeling wasn't welcome.
Should I call it sage time?
No, more fundamentally, a chronic, deep-rooted problem came to mind, letting out a sigh naturally.
"Has it already been 2 weeks since possessing this guy?"
Picking up the mirror from the bedside drawer, looking at the face reflected there as if confirming again.
The furrowed brows in the mirror were quite impressive.
'Allen Mestia'
The protagonist Lusen's close friend in the R-19 fuck-fest game Ruannes Fantasia, and the second son of the Mestia marquess family.
A man with beauty so feminine that one might mistake him for a woman at first glance, unmanly in a way.
Matching his beautiful appearance, his heart was impeccably pure, earning him the nickname "Pure White" among nobles as a man more pitiful than women—the protagonist's friend.
At first, as a supporting friend character, honestly, I didn't like him.
But as the game's story progressed, even I, who disliked men, found Allen's actions and personality quite likable.
To the point where he ranked 1st in an independent community poll, beating out the seductive heroines.
That's why I chose countless events and options for Allen.
But as the story advanced, that very personality became poison.
In the end, under the guise of "help," he suffered exploitation everywhere and met horrific deaths.
In every ending.
Even frequently in early or mid-story.
Putting the mirror back in the drawer, I recalled the day I first possessed Allen's body.
Arriving at the academy, the moment opening the carriage door to step out.
Possessing Allen's body then, I remember collapsing with a splitting headache and screaming.
Personally…
I think the massive memories of two people who'd lived separate lives overwhelmed the brain, causing fainting.
Of course, just fanciful personal thought.
Since possession happened, no deep reason to dwell on past pain.
"Still lucky. Thanks to the injury, I don't have to die recklessly."
Gently shaking my left leg, faint pain lingered, but not unbearable.
Rather, breaking the leg and missing academy enrollment was a blessing.
Now, first-year entrance ceremony over, classes ongoing, but I didn't mind.
The leg nearly fully recovered for daily life, memories sorted like untangling threads.
"One week left? Gotta prepare quick."
****
As dusk faded, black starry sky swiftly covered it.
Broken leg bone meant ten days bedridden, gazing at brilliant blue full moon and starry sky through window wasn't bad, but incomparable to walking the city directly.
"Allen young master… is it really okay? If the lord finds out…"
"It's fine. Just walking around the mansion for rehab."
"Not the mansion grounds, but downtown… can that count as mansion walking…?"
Seeing Merril's serious expression walking beside, sneaking out in carriage without notice worried her.
No, more than that, if caught coming downtown, fear of severe scolding from the head maid for leaving the mansion, her lips trembled.
"Walking's the same anywhere."
"Ah, Allen young masterrr…!"
Mentioning location, anxious Merril called me as if about to cry.
Regretting following without permission?
"We snuck out without anyone knowing, but Merril followed forcibly because worried about me, right?"
"Y-Yes, but… still, your leg isn't fully healed, so I'm worried…"
"How thoughtful. In that sense, even if caught by Grace head maid, I'll cover for you."
"T-That's not what I meant…"
She said not, but at promising to speak well to Grace head maid, Merril's teary face sighed in relief with "thank goodness."
"Good?"
"Yes? Ah, yes. Hehe."
Merril answering honestly with a smile.
So straightforward with emotions, cute Merril, but worry if ignored by other attendants at academy later.
No, possessing game world.
As protagonist's friend who always dies, worrying about others is ridiculous.
"Allen young master."
"Yeah?"
"But where are we going now?"
"To the black market?"
"...Huh? Why the black market? We came for a walk...?"
Hearing "black market," Merril looked cautiously with blank expression.
"Walk's just an excuse. Came to buy something there?"
"It's disrespectful for a mere maid to say this to young master… but Allen young master. On entrance day, carriage accident—did you hit your head... Ahh!"
"Desperate for punishment, huh, Merril?"
"M-My apologieees…!! Y-Young masterrr!!"
Pinching her cheek, Merril reflected on her slip…
No, maybe just apologizing to escape the pain of pinched cheek.
Still, ending with cheek pinch; other nobles might execute for insulting nobility if a mere maid said that to her master.
"Owie…"
"Next time, won't end with cheeks."
"M-My apologies. Still, if the esteemed marquess's second son frequents black market, bad rumors…"
"It's fine. It'll work out."
"Too reckless… Ahh! S-Sorry…."
Raising arm slightly, she backed away, cradling pinched cheek, apologizing.
Seeing that, I sighed deeply in anguish, gently stroking Merril's head.
"Anyway, in black market, stick close to me. Keep mouth shut. Got it?"
"Yes! As Allen young master said!"
Forgetting pinched cheek, her excessive salute and confident reply made me anxious instead.