Anastasia stood outside the guest room door, the silk of her crimson nightgown brushing against her skin. She smoothed the fabric over her hips, ensuring it hung with a calculated vulnerability, and knocked softly.
"Subaru? May I come in?"
From inside came a heavily slurred voice. "Yeah... come in."
She turned the handle and stepped inside. Subaru was sitting on the edge of the bed, his posture slumped and his face flushed a deep, feverish red from the potent vintage and the subtle aphrodisiac she had laced into his glass. His glassy eyes widened noticeably as they adjusted to the dim light, his gaze involuntarily lingering on the sheer curve of her neckline before he quickly jerked his head away, embarrassed and disoriented.
Anastasia smiled sweetly, her movements fluid and deliberate as she closed the distance between them, holding an opened bottle of the same spiked wine.
Look at him, she thought, a cold wave of competitive superiority washing over her. So easily muddled. Rem thinks she secured a paragon of loyalty, yet here he sits, unable to even keep his eyes from wandering. I am ten times the woman that little maid could ever dream of being, and tonight, I will prove it.
"I wanted to talk with you a little more," she said warmly, her voice dipping into a low, comforting register. "We were having such a wonderful conversation about the upcoming festival. I really want to hear more of your brilliant ideas."
She poured him another generous glass, filling it to the brim with the drugged wine. Subaru took it automatically, his motor functions sluggish, and took a deep swallow.
Meanwhile, far away in the deluxe suite of the hot springs, the telepathic connection slammed wide open. Rem's furious, anxious thoughts lashed out like a whip through the silver mantle draped over her bare shoulders.
You disgusting whore... Rem's mind spat, raw with a mix of terror for her husband and blinding rage. Using your body to manipulate him like this. You're pathetic. Look at yourself, dressing up like a common harlot just to trick a drunk man!
Anastasia didn't flinch. She shot back coldly within the mental link, her lips maintaining a flawless, innocent smile for Subaru's benefit: And you're the filthy, home-wrecking servant spreading your legs for my husband. We're both whores tonight, Rem. Except I am the one pulling the strings, and you are the one on your knees. Let's see whose husband breaks first.
At the hot springs, Rem stepped entirely out of the private bath, steam rising from her glistening skin. Water cascaded down her heavy breasts and curved hips. Julius walked in from the adjoining room, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, though it did little to hide the rigid contour of his desire. His eyes darkened intensely the moment he saw her completely exposed, his noble restraint fraying at the edges.
Rem, bound by the terrifying leverage Anastasia held over Subaru's life, forced her trembling body forward. She rose on her toes, wrapping her arms around Julius's neck, and kissed him deeply, her tongue meeting his with a desperate, mechanical compliance. She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice hollow and vacant.
"...Please, Julius. Make it quick. I want you to please me... so I'm nice and wet for you."
Anastasia, sitting on the edge of Subaru's bed and experiencing the tactile rush through Rem's sensory feed, felt an unexpected, shameful spike of heat pool between her own thighs. She subtly pressed her knees together beneath her nightgown, her breathing hitching slightly.
Oh, look at you, begging my husband to make you wet, Anastasia taunted in Rem's mind, her mental voice dripping with venomous amusement. Is that how a loyal wife acts? You look so eager to be ruined.
Shut up! Rem's thoughts shrieked back violently. I am doing this to save him from you, you psychopath! You're the one sitting next to a married man while your own husband is touching another woman!
Subaru, completely oblivious, was sinking deeper into the haze of the drug. His eyes were entirely glassy, and a prominent bulge had formed beneath his trousers as he stared at Anastasia's crimson silhouette.
Anastasia leaned in closer to him, her voice like velvet, even as she barked a silent order across the link: Good. Keep going, Rem. Give your princess a proper show. Show me how a servant takes her master.
Rem's mind screamed with a violent surge of humiliation and hatred, but she could not stop.
Anastasia watched through Rem's eyes as Julius gripped the maid's waist, pinning her against the wall to deepen the kiss. Pushing her will through the metia, Anastasia taunted: See? You like it. Don't lie to yourself, little maid. Your body knows exactly what it wants. Look at how your chest heaves against his.
I don't want this! I hate him, and I hate you! Rem's mind thrashed against the link, her psychological defenses fracturing as her body betrayed her. He's only touching me because you forced us into this sick trap!
Keep telling yourself that while your tongue is in his mouth, Anastasia spat back with dark satisfaction. Now grab his cock. Don't worry—I don't plan to go all the way with Subaru tonight. I don't need to. I just want to watch you worship my husband while yours sits right next to me, drooling over my dress.
In the guest room, Anastasia refilled Subaru's glass once more, her fingers deliberately brushing against his hand.
"You know, Subaru..." she teased lightly, tilting her head so her hair brushed his shoulder. "Rem seemed so tense before she left. Tell me... do you ever have secret fantasies about your precious wife being handled by another man? A real noble, perhaps?"
Subaru blinked heavily, a goofy, intoxicated laugh escaping his lips. "N-no... of course not... that's crazy talk..."
"Maybe you should try imagining it sometime," Anastasia whispered, her voice a soft, hypnotic purr. "It might cure that silly jealousy of yours. You worry so much, don't you?"
Subaru shook his head firmly, though his chin wobbled. "I trust her. Completely. Rem loves me... she'd never..."
Through the connection, Rem heard her husband's slurred, fiercely loyal words. A small, agonizing spark of warmth flared in her chest, a painful reminder of the man she was trying to protect.
Did you hear that, Anastasia? Rem taunted back through the connection, her thoughts laced with desperate venom. He trusts me. He loves me. No matter what you do, you will never have a bond like that. You are entirely alone in your empty bed!
Sensing the emotional shift, Anastasia's mind sneered with vicious envy. How touching. Now get on your knees and suck Julius nicely. Ruin that trust. Let's see how much he trusts you when your mouth is full.
Rem's mental voice flared: I won't—
Do it, Anastasia cut in, turning her physical attention back to the drugged boy tobacco beside her. She leaned forward, letting the low-cut neckline of her nightgown dip tantalizingly close to his face. "Subaru... what do you think of my gown? Only my husband has ever seen me like this before..."
Subaru's face burned a dark crimson. He stared, completely ensnared by the visual and the chemical fog in his brain. "It... it looks beautiful on you," he mumbled, his defenses completely dismantled.
On your knees, Rem. Now. I want to watch you take him, Anastasia commanded.
Rem's hands shook violently as she reached down, pulling the towel away from Julius's waist to reveal his thick, throbbing length. Shifting her weight, she sank to her knees on the cold tile, her eyes welling with tears of absolute hatred as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Julius let out a low, ragged groan, his fingers automatically weaving into Rem's blue hair to guide her.
That's better, Anastasia thought with dark satisfaction, watching the wet, obscene rhythm unfold through the maid's own vision. Suck him nicely. Make it wet and sloppy. Show me what those lips are good for.
You sick, twisted bitch! I hate you! I hope you die in agony! Rem's thoughts screamed back, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, taking Julius deeper, the wet slurping sounds echoing through the telepathic link. Look at your husband, Anastasia! He doesn't even think about you right now! He's calling me good!
He's using you like the tool you are, you home-wrecking slut, Anastasia retorted coldly, though a pang of bitter jealousy hit her chest. Now suck harder. Show me how grateful you are for my husband's attention. Gag on it for me.
"Good girl... just like that," Julius murmured above her, his voice thick with unbridled pleasure. "You're doing so well, Rem..."
Back at the mansion, Anastasia pressed her body close behind Subaru on the couch, her soft breasts deliberately flattening against his back through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She leaned in until her lips almost touched his earlobe.
"Now that you're relaxed, Subaru... I want you to picture someone holding Rem right now. Someone strong. Like Julius."
Subaru tensed, a primal instinct trying to force him to pull away, but the drug made his limbs feel like lead. Anastasia wrapped her arms around his chest from behind, holding him in place.
"Shhh... just close your eyes and listen. It's only an experiment," she whispered, her voice sliding like silk over his raw nerves while her eyes drank in the visual of Rem choking on Julius's shaft. "Picture it... Rem is on her knees right now. Her pretty lips stretched wide around a thick, heavy cock. She's sucking him so eagerly... making those wet, sloppy choking noises because she's struggling to take all of him..."
Subaru's breathing turned ragged, his chest heaving as a terrible, confused arousal warred with his horror. "I... I can't... stop..."
Anastasia pressed harder against his back, her gloved hand sliding slowly down his stomach, resting right above the heavy bulge in his trousers. Keep sucking harder, Rem. Make those pretty noises for me. Let your husband hear how well you pleasure another man.
Shut up! Shut the fuck up, you monster! Rem's mind exploded in a frenzy of agony. Stop telling him! You're a disgusting demon! I'll tear your throat out!
Good. Hate me while you choke on it, Anastasia hummed back. Tell me more about how much you hate me while you swallow my husband's pride.
Subaru let out a broken groan, his body entirely betraying his mind under the relentless assault of the aphrodisiac and Anastasia's vivid words.
Anastasia's gloved hand slid inside Subaru's pants, her fingers curling around his hot, hardened length. She began to stroke him with a slow, agonizingly steady rhythm.
"I... I shouldn't..." Subaru stammered, his head lolling back against her shoulder, his eyelids heavy. "Rem... I love Rem... I'm a bad husband... a total failure... but she'd never..."
"Of course you feel like a failure," Anastasia whispered right against his skin, her hand speeding up its motions. "You caused her so much pain. You ran away, you held her back. That's why you can't stop imagining it. You know you aren't enough for her. You need this punishment."
She tightened her grip, driving him toward the edge. "Imagine her, Subaru... smiling... while Julius cums deep in her throat."
Through the metia, Anastasia mocked: A handjob isn't really cheating, is it, Rem? Or at least, I hope it isn't. Look at how hard your husband gets under my touch while you're busy with mine.
You filthy whore! Take your hands off him! Rem's thoughts despaired, her rhythm faltering for a second before Anastasia's mental pressure forced her back down. Don't touch him with those disgusting hands! He loves me!
He's coming for me right now, Rem, Anastasia retorted sharply, even as Julius gripped the maid's head with both hands, his pace turning frantic, thrusting deeply into her wet mouth.
"Look at that," Anastasia whispered to both of them, her mind buzzing with a chaotic, vicarious peak of arousal. "Julius is about to blow. Open wide for him, little maid."
"Fuck... Rem... I'm cumming—" Julius groaned deeply, burying himself to the hilt in her throat as his body shuddered, flooding her mouth with thick, hot ropes of cum. Rem's eyes watered, a few stray lines of white leaking from the corners of her lips as she was forced to swallow his load.
Did you hear that, Rem? Anastasia taunted, her gloved hand moving in a rapid, blurring friction against Subaru's shaft. Your husband is moaning your name, while you're swallowing another man's milk. How does it feel to taste my husband while I hold yours?
You monster... I hate you... I hate you...! Rem sobbed mentally, gagging as she swallowed the last of it. You will burn for this!
"Come on, Subaru... cum for me," Anastasia whispered aloud, her voice tight and breathless. "Imagine your beloved Rem drinking it all down like a good girl."
With a shattered, guttural cry, Subaru bucked against her hand, coming hard, his spent fluid soaking into her black glove as his body went completely limp, entirely spent and half-conscious from the drug.
Anastasia slowly withdrew her hand, looking down at his dazed, ruined form with a dark, triumphant smile. Through the link, she looked at Rem, who remained on her knees, chest heaving, cum still glistening on her chin.
Your husband just finished too, Anastasia purred. See? You both finished at the exact same time. How romantic. We really are like sisters now.
Anastasia leaned back against the cushions, her own breathing shallow, her body humming with a twisted satisfaction. She cleared her throat, her mental voice turning cold and commanding once more.
"Time for the main course, Rem."
Rem was still wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when Anastasia's voice slithered back into her skull.
"There's a large, smooth stone in the water just outside the suite. It's the perfect place for you and Julius to finish this. Go there."
You're disgusting... I hope you choke on your own venom, Rem thought, her mental voice brittle and exhausted. You're a hollow, pathetic shell of a woman who has to watch others because nobody truly wants you.
Oh, and Rem? Anastasia added with a sweet, venomous bite, ignoring the insult as her competitive dominance flared. Say hi to Julius from me and Subaru. And if you don't mind... tell him that Subaru is slowly becoming much more open to the idea of the two of you fucking. Let's see how much your pride holds up then.
Rem's entire frame shook with a fresh wave of violent humiliation. She stood up on unstable legs, her naked body glistening under the moonlight as she walked out into the outdoor portion of the private bath. Julius followed her closely, his eyes heavy with concern and a lingering, dark possessiveness.
Rem stopped at the edge of the smooth, submerged stone. She turned to look at Julius, her jaw tight, forcing the words out through her teeth.
"Julius... Anastasia says hi. And Subaru... sends his regards too." She swallowed the bitter taste remaining in her throat. "She also says... Subaru is slowly becoming more open to the idea of us... fucking."
Julius's elegant eyebrows rose in brief surprise, a dark, complex emotion crossing his face before he stepped forward, pulling her slick body firmly against his chest. "Anastasia is really pushing her boundaries, isn't she?" he murmured, leaning down to press hot kisses along her wet neck. "But right now... I only care about you."
Rem's mind screamed across the distance, pouring every ounce of her remaining soul into the link: You sick bitch! Are you happy now?! He's touching me again!
Anastasia, lazily resting her hand on the unconscious Subaru's chest back in the mansion, let out a soft, purring laugh.
Very. Now bend over that stone and let him take you properly. I want to watch every single second, little maid. Don't close your eyes.