TL: Kinda 5 hours late the internet provider is f*****g me up
“Hmp, Hmp, Master’s cock is so hard and big”
Kotono, wearing a maid’s uniform, is sucking on my penis.
She is wearing a maid’s outfit and her big tits are swaying from her bra.
Well, Kotono’s actual bra size is a C, but since it’s a fantasy, this is fine.
–Oh dear, you’re nipples are getting hard aren’t they?
I poked her nipples.
”Ahh! y-yes master, Hiiiya!”
I pinch her nipples as hard as I can.
” You are a rather naughty nipple for a maid, so why don’t you use your tits to make your master feel better?”
Kotono held my cock between her tits as she sucked on it.
”mp, p, chup, n…… n.”
”Kotono, that feels so good!”
I shake my hips because it feels so good.
”I’ m cumming!”
”Raise your head and look at me!”
I spewed all the cum I could into Kotono’s mouth and then splashed it all over her face.
”Here’s your master’s cum, savor it.”
Kotono scoops it up with her fingers and puts it on her tongue.
”It”s hot and delicious, ….”she said.
My imagination was cut short there.
I’m not sure what to make of this.
It was as fast as a rabbit. I gently rubbed my nose against Mimi’s.
But I had achieved my goal. After I came, I was filled with a sense of euphoria that I had never felt before.
The time of the wise men is about to come again.
I was sure of it.
* * * *
I quickly adjusted my clothes and threw the used tissue into the garbage bag.
I folded up the bath towel and checked to see if any pubic hair had fallen out.
Then, I took out a bottle of the bio-deodorant and sprinkled enough on the bed.
It should be perfect.
And indeed, it was perfect.
When Kotono came back from the concert that night, she didn’t seem to notice it at all.
Although she was blind, she was sensitive to smells and had a keen intuition.
I was very confident that Kotono didn’t know anything about it.
Yes, the perfect crime had succeeded.
Neither Hercule Poirot, Sherlock Holmes, nor Kogoro Akechi would be able to see through my scheme.
Once a month, while Kotono was out at a concert, I continued to rape her.
Maids, female teachers, nurses, older women, married women.
I used my imagination, which I had developed through erotic novels and manga, to play with all kinds of variations. creampies, blowjobs, cunnilingus, anal, and sixty-nine.
And once a month, I went out with the guys from school and enjoyed a wholesome high school life.
I can say that my plan was a great success.
By continuing to f**k Kotono in my fantasies, I was able to treat the real Kotono with a sense of peace.
With the guilt of masturbating in her bed, I was more devoted to her than before.
If Kotono woke me up in the middle of the night with her cell phone and said she wanted cocoa, I would go to the kitchen and make it.
If she wanted to read a book, I would sit on a chair and read to her.
If he wanted to listen to Eddie Murphy’s “Beverly Hills Cop,” I’ d watch the DVD with her and give her a detailed explanation.
”Now Axel got a banana from the hotel boy. …… Taggart and Rosewood ate their evening meal while I secretly stuffed the banana into the exhaust hole. Axel and Jenny drive off in the car. Oh, Axel, you smiled at me. Taggart and Billy rush after him! Start the engine and drive away! Um, but the banana causes the car to stall, and the car spins to a halt!
Kotono always smiles happily at this point.
Kotono Harukawa rarely laughs. Some of my servants have never seen Kotono smile before.
But Kotono laughs out loud in front of me, and it’s very cute.
I had finally conquered my own desires, and the worry of assaulting Kotono was gone.
It may have been a short-lived peace, but I was more mentally fulfilled than ever.
And so autumn passed, and winter came.
New Year’s Day came, winter ended, and spring came.
I was drunk with my success.
I was so drunk with my own success that I forgot how keen a sense of smell and intuition Harukawa Kotono had.
I could fool Hercule Poirot, Sherlock Holmes, and Kogoro Akechi, but I couldn’t fool Kotono Harukawa.
My brief peace of mind was shattered on May 24th, which I will never forget.
It was the day after Kotono Harukawa’s seventeenth birthday.