I was deep into pleasuring myself when I jolted in shock.
It was that nightmare scenario no guy ever wants to face—the humiliating moment of getting caught in the act by someone else. Still, I forced my voice to stay as calm as possible.
"Eirin? What's up?"
Thankfully, Eirin continued in her usual composed tone.
"You seemed quite absorbed in your work, young master. And wasn't it you who told me to come right in without knocking?"
She added an explanation.
"You... you called it exposure play, didn't you? You said it excited you to show your intense moments to others."
What a lunatic. Julian truly exceeded my wildest imaginings as a total scumbag. The game Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire hadn't included details like this, making the real Julian feel even more depraved.
"Got it. We'll drop that play from now on. Actually, never mind that—what brings you here in the middle of the night? Night service?"
I pulled my pants back up to hide my protruding shaft. Come to think of it, night service. I was dying to know.
'Morning service was that mind-blowing blowjob I never saw coming. Does that mean I get another round before bed?'
The thought sent blood rushing south again. Wait—looking closer, Eirin's outfit was a bit unusual.
Last time I'd seen her, it was the standard black-toned maid dress with a white apron—a classic maid getup.
Now she was wearing a thin robe as she entered my room.
Eirin spoke up, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.
"It's the usual night service. Or do you require a different kind tonight? If so, I'll go prepare."
"No, the usual is fine."
"Understood."
With that, Eirin slipped off her robe and let it fall to the floor.
I gasped out loud in genuine surprise. There she stood, stripped of the robe, in her maid uniform.
But it wasn't just any maid uniform that would make me react like this.
Eirin's outfit was the kind of cosplay maid getup you'd only see in adult material.
Exposed arms, collarbone, shoulders—the dress covered barely any skin. The black, sheer mesh fabric clung transparently, outlining her nude silhouette perfectly.
Then there were the stockings and garter belt accentuating her slender, shapely legs—not overly thick, but perfectly toned. And matching black sheer panties.
It was outrageously provocative from every angle.
"Is something wrong? Does the outfit displease you? I prepared it exactly as you said you liked before..."
"No, it's fine."
A beauty like Eirin standing before me in such lewd attire? It was a reward beyond belief.
"Somehow, you seem different tonight, young master. Normally, you'd have gone straight for a spanking instead of talking."
"Spanking? No need to worry about that anymore, Eirin."
Her expressionless face shifted slightly at my words.
"Is that so? Perhaps this is some new play you're trying out."
She clearly didn't trust me much. Then she continued.
"In that case, let's begin the night service. I apologize for prattling on."
Eirin climbed onto the bed. It was about a king-size, spacious enough for three adults to lie side by side comfortably.
"Just lie back and relax, young master. If you'd like a different play, let me know."
She started touching me with the same delicate care she'd shown that morning.
I was in pajamas. Winter here, but the heating was excellent, so the fabric was thin.
Even through that single layer, I could feel the sensation of her fingertips perfectly.
'Just her touch alone...'
All she was doing was stroking me with her hands. But in that erotic outfit that was a feast for the eyes.
And her skilled fingers lightly teasing my neck, ears, collarbone—it was far from ordinary.
Call it the prelude to foreplay.
Eirin was kneeling now. She brought her lips to my ear and whispered.
"If it's uncomfortable or not to your liking, tell me."
Just like morning, her feminine scent enveloped me without reservation. But unlike the fresh aroma from before, this was seductive and sticky, heavy with pheromones.
She kept whispering in my ear while caressing my upper body.
"Good. Just relax and let go. And you said this spot feels especially nice, right?"
Her calm voice, laced with ASMR-like allure that burrowed straight into my brain. Eirin began stimulating my nipple with her index finger.
The sharp thrill at the tip made me catch my breath.
Some guys stimulate their own nipples while jerking off, sure. But I was the type to focus everything on my hand and cock.
This was entirely different. Sight, touch, sound, smell—all assaulted by Eirin.
Even just her brushing me through the thin pajamas had me hypersensitive, burning up.
If night service is like this, I could have it every damn night and never get bored.
"Shall I remove your top now?"
I obeyed, hastily shedding my pajama top and tossing it aside. I was sitting on the bed now, leaning against the soft pillows.
'Come to think of it, Julian's got some meat on him.'
Wilhelm the Border Count had a muscular, toned build. Liberto the head butler had that sleek, tailored look too.
But Julian—my current body? Not obese, but far from ideal. Mid-30s dad bod with a solid beer gut.
Still, Eirin pressed against my torso like it was the body of a cherished lover.
"Slurp... slurp..."
She began teasing my nipple with her tongue. Wet saliva as her tongue rolled wildly. The sensation wrapping around it made my head spin.
"Smack... smack..."
Mouth on the right one, fingers on the left. Eirin didn't let up on the foreplay.
And for some reason, Julian's body reacted intensely to her touch. Probably because she'd trained it—or he'd ordered her to.
Next, her soft, wet tongue explored my upper body: neck, collarbone, sides. Expert tongue work raced across my skin without pause.
"Slurrrp... slurp..."
Just the foreplay had me in ecstasy. My torso was soon slick with her saliva.
And down below, my cock stood like a temple pillar, precum pooling at the tip like a fountain.
Eirin pulled down my pajama pants and underwear next. My shaft sprang up energetically, but she dodged it this time.
"Even at night, you're as vigorous as this morning."
She parted her vivid pink lips—like a virgin's lower mouth—and engulfed my glans.
"Sluuurp... sluuuurp... slurp."
Her tongue coiled around my glans. An unbelievable pleasure surged through my cock.
Totally different from morning. In my already aroused state, her mouth felt like hundreds of tentacles wrapping my shaft.
This alone might make me blow my load uncontrollably.
But the unprecedented bliss was making me lose my mind. Instinctively craving more, I held back the rising urge to cum.
"Sluuuuurp—slooooorp—"
As if reading my intent, Eirin ramped up to vacuum-level suction. Then, with a pop like opening a soda cap, she released me.
"No need to hold back. Night service time is plenty long, and your stamina is always overflowing."
Really? Julian seemed exercise-deficient, but his libido was top-notch. Makes sense—with a cock this virile, weak stamina would be a crime.
But I endured the urge again. I had a gut feeling Eirin could show me pleasures beyond what I knew.
"Then I'll..."
Her maid outfit hung precariously off her shoulders like a camisole. Eirin pulled it down without fully removing it.
Her bare breasts emerged. A perfect pair of perky peaches.
Not huge, but beautifully shaped—perfect for hands. And nipples and areolas as pink as her lips.
Just looking was visual satisfaction at its peak.
"Young master. Would you like to touch?"
She guided my left hand to her breast.
'Holy shit. This soft?'
Visually, they looked firm and bouncy. But the feel was softer than tofu, beyond rubbery elasticity.
I followed her lead, groping her breast. My first real woman's breast ever. It shattered every virgin's imagination.
I sat up further, using both hands now. A short moan escaped Eirin's lips.
"Ahh~"
An unexpected sound. Not her usual calm, expressionless self—this was a real woman's voice. And her once-soft, jelly-like nipples had hardened.
'Does Eirin feel it too?'
But Julian was a total sleaze. From the context, he'd abused her for a while. She didn't seem masochistic, though.
'He's the Demon King's son. Maybe his demonic blood naturally arouses women with my touch.'
Screw analysis. I pulled her body close.
"Eek. Young master?"
She startled for a moment, but naturally straddled me. Instinct took over—I latched onto her breast with my mouth.
"Sluuurp... smack smack."
First time sucking such alluring breasts. But male instinct needs no practice.
I devoured them like a baby at her chest.
"Y-Young master?"
Eirin cried out in clear panic.
"Young master... haah. You always said my breasts were small and unimpressive, so you barely used them..."
What nonsense. Leave cute, pretty tits like these alone? Julian's tastes were bizarre.
'Not that he ignored Third Princess Lillia's massive rack.'
His kinks didn't matter anymore. I was Julian now. I lost myself, sucking and groping like they were gourmet delicacies.
"Haah... haah... Young master... at this rate... at this rate..."
The tables had turned. Eirin, who'd had me on fire moments ago, now panted from simple breast play.
Maybe she was more sensitive than I thought. Her neck and pale upper body flushed red.
And my instincts were primed for the next step with Eirin.