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"Lord Seirios, your bath is ready," Zest announced as she approached Seir, who was resting on the sofa.
In truth, Seir hadn't really been in the mood for a bath—he had agreed absentmindedly—but since she had already prepared it, he saw no reason to refuse.
"Yeah? Thanks… again," he nodded, rising from the sofa and making his way to the bathroom.
As he was making his way, Zest called out from behind, "Lord Seirios… allow me to help you wash your body."
"There's no need for that… I can do it on my ow—" He began to refuse, glancing back at her, but his words suddenly caught in his throat. His eyes widened as he exclaimed, "Zest, you…!"
The reason for his surprise?
Zest, who had been wearing her maid uniform just moments ago, was now standing before him with it pooled around her ankles, revealing the lingerie beneath. A white brassiere hugged her large, ample breasts, paired with matching white panties over her curvy ass. White thigh-high stockings wrapped snugly around her thick thighs, held in place by a delicate white garter belt over her slim and toned stomach.
The contrast between the pristine white fabric and her rich, chocolate-brown skin was utterly captivating.
The sight was so alluring that Seir found himself speechless, utterly captivated. His mind raced as he wanted to ask for an explanation, but no words came. He could only stare in stunned silence, unable to question why she had suddenly stripped before him.
It was only at this moment that he truly saw her and thought to himself, 'Now that I think about it… Zest isn't half bad either…'
Having been Asian in his previous life and raised in a society that idealized fair-skinned beauty, Seir couldn't deny that he had a preference for white-skinned women—what some might call the classic European beauty.
He knew it might sound a bit biased, but it was simply the reality of how he had been conditioned by the environment around him.
He had grown up in a society where fair skin was considered the ideal standard of beauty—associated with wealth, status, and desirability—while darker skin was often unfairly linked to poverty and looked down upon. Naturally, he had developed a preference for fair-skinned women.
'After all, people always desire and idealize what they can't easily have and can only admire from a distance…'
All those Hollywood movies, European TV shows, and porn definitely didn't help either… and served to further reinforcing his preference for fair-skinned women.
Preferences built over decades weren't so easily changed, and because of that, he had never really paid much attention to Zest. His eyes had always been drawn to women like Roygun, Mio, Iris, Liala, Cleria, Misla, Élise, et cetera.
But now, as he really looked at Zest and thought about her, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Yeah… who am I kidding? Zest is really… really…'
This wasn't the first time he had seen a woman in lingerie, but at this moment, Zest exuded an entirely unexpected allure—one he had neither seen nor felt before.
Praise must be given where praise is due.
The sight was so mesmerizing that he couldn't help but murmur, "Beautiful…"
Zest, who was just about to unhook her brassiere, was taken aback by his sudden comment. She blinked in surprise as her cheeks reddened slightly before her lips curved into a smile, and she nodded. "Thank you, Lord Seirios."
Her words snapped him back to reality, and he quickly noticed her hands at the clasp of her bra. His heart began to race as he struggled to keep his gaze from lingering. Taking a deep breath, he quickly averted his eyes and looked away before questioning her, "What… are you doing? Why are you stripping?"
Zest, who had already unhooked her bra but was still holding it in place with her hands, responded with a slightly bashful expression, "I'll be helping you wash your body… and I can't exactly do that while wearing my clothes."
"Did I not say that I would be fine on my own?" Seir reiterated, pointing out his earlier refusal.
"I know…" Zest nodded before adding, "But, Lord Seirios… It's very clear to me that you're under stress, and you need someone to help you relieve your frustration."
"Are you… being serious?" Seir asked, taken aback by her words. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, his eyes widening in shock as he grasped the true intention behind her suggestion.
"Yes, I know what I'm doing, and I am perfectly serious," Zest affirmed with a nod.
With those words, she finally let go of her brassiere, allowing the tightly restrained mounds of flesh to spring free—bouncing lightly before his very eyes. Boing! Boing!
"Boobs…" Seir murmured, gulping as his eyes locked onto the pair of chocolate-toned breasts, their darker nipples standing out enticingly.
Normally, he wouldn't react so intensely to a pair of breasts, but when a man has been parched for far too long, even the mere sight of water can drive him to the brink of losing control.
The sight of bare breasts before him—combined with his part-Succubus lineage and his pent-up frustration—was perhaps akin to a starving vampire being presented with the scent of fresh, untainted blood of a virgin. It took every ounce of his mental strength to resist the overwhelming urge to pounce on those damn titties and start sucking on them.
Noticing the hunger and lust in Seir's eye, Zest stepped closer, her voice softer yet unwavering. "Trust me… and please, allow me to help you, Lord Seirios."
Hearing her words and seeing the sincerity in her eyes, Seir hesitated for a moment, but his lingering desire overpowered any reluctance. With an embarrassed expression, he gave a slight nod. "It's up to you…"
Zest smiled warmly. "Yes, leave everything to me…"
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The scene shifted to the bathroom, where steam from the hot water filled the air, creating a thick, misty atmosphere.
Amidst the haze, Seir sat on a stool, completely bare and somewhat flustered. His long, snow-white hair cascaded down his back as a pair of gentle hands carefully massaged shampoo into it.
An awkward silence filled the space. Aside from the occasional sound of their breathing and the soft trickling of water down the large tub, only the quiet rustling of fingers running through damp strands of hair echoed in the misty air. The soothing scent of lavender and chamomile shampoo wafted up, adding to the tranquil atmosphere.
Suddenly, Zest spoke, her voice barely louder than the splashing water. "I must say, your hair is truly beautiful, Lord Seirios… So long and smooth… It's like Arcane silk."
"Haha… I've actually been thinking about trimming it short," Seir said with a shrug.
Zest's hands paused mid-motion, and she asked in surprise, "Why would you want to do that?"
"I'd rather not have another man mistake me for a woman and propose to me…" he muttered, recalling the unpleasant memory of that brainless dragon suddenly approaching him with a proposal.
"I see… I understand your reasoning, but…" Zest resumed her work, running her fingers through his hair as she added, "I don't think either Mistress or Lady Sephie would approve."
"Yeah… but they won't be able to do anything about it once it's already cut, right?" Seir smirked.
"Um… actually… they can," Zest replied hesitantly.
"Uh… right… magic… How could I have forgotten…" Seir sighed.
If magic could be used to change the size of someone's tits, fixing a haircut was hardly a challenge.
"Forget it… I'll think about it later," Seir murmured.
"I don't think you need to worry about being mistaken for a woman again. Not everyone is like that," Zest said, trying to lift his mood.
"You never know…" Seir replied with a sigh. After all, there's no shortage of brainless idiots in this world.
Zest smiled. "Well… the decision is yours."
"Hn…" Seir gave a noncommittal nod.
Silence settled between them once again as Zest carefully worked the shampoo through his hair. Normally, washing it would be difficult due to the pair of horns on his head, but since he had temporarily hidden them, she was able to do it effortlessly.
Once she finished with the shampoo, she gently rinsed it out of her hair before clipping it up to keep it out of the way. "There... the hair's done. Now, for the body..." She paused, then asked, "Shall I?"
Seir gave a light nod. "Hn…"
Seeing his approval, Zest said, "First, I will wash your skin with just my hands, and then I'll apply the body wash."
"…" Seir remained silent, keeping his head lowered.
Taking his lack of refusal as permission, Zest gently began cleansing his neck with her bare hands before moving to his back. Her smooth, delicate touch sent a shiver down his spine, and as her hands worked over his skin, his face grew redder, his heartbeat quickening. It wasn't just his face—his entire body took on a faint flush.
Zest, however, remained silent. She simply continued, her hands slowly gliding from his underarms down the length of his arms before trailing back up and slipping beneath his armpits to his chest, during which she leaned in closer, causing her nipples to occasionally graze his back, sending jolts of sensation through him.
Yes, at this moment, she too was completely bare of all her clothing.
Feeling her hands creeping closer and closer, Seir's breath hitched. His face flushed as he instinctively placed both hands over his crotch, attempting to cover his growing erection with each sensation that he felt.
"Zest… I… I don't think this is such a good idea…" he murmured, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
But it was too late. From her higher vantage point, the chocolate-skinned woman kneeling behind him had already noticed.
"Oh, my…" she murmured in mild surprise—not that she hadn't expected this outcome. In fact, she had been waiting for it.
A playful smile curled her lips as she leaned in closer, pressing her soft breasts against his back while her warm breath teased his ear. In a sultry whisper, she murmured, "Then… allow me to take care of this as well…"
'!!!' Seir's mind reeled as he felt her soft breasts pressing against his back, her warm breath tickling his ear, and her hand slowly inching toward his crotch. The combination of sensations overwhelmed him, causing his erection to harden completely, twitching slightly in response.
Instinctively, he clamped his knees together and kept his hands firmly over his erection, trying to conceal it and block her advance.
Seeing his reaction, Zest understood she shouldn't push too hard. 'It's his first time… Lord Seirios is nervous and hesitant… That's alright… I'll just slowly help him relax,' she thought, her expression softening.
With a delicate touch, her left hand traced soothing circles over his stomach while her other hand lightly skimmed over his, teasing yet patient. As her warm tongue flicked over his ear and trailed down his neck, a shiver ran through him, and he let out a soft, unintentional moan. "Zest…"
Her voice, gentle and reassuring, whispered against his skin. "It's okay, Lord Seirios… I won't hurt you."
Slowly, she traced her right hand over his, inching toward the palm that desperately shielded his erection. In a soothing voice, she continued, "Just relax… Let me do this. Let me take care of you… Let me ease all that pent-up frustration…"
"Hn…" Seir murmured, beginning to lose himself to the growing waves of lust.
A few seconds passed, during which Zest skillfully eased his tension, coaxing him to relax. Slowly, his legs parted, and his hands slipped away from his erection, allowing it to spring free in full glory with a bead of crystal-clear fluid glistening at the tip.
"Oh my… so this is your… penis, Lord Seirios… it's… quite adorable," Zest murmured as she peeked over his shoulder, her fingers gently tracing along his pelvis. His skin was completely smooth—without a single trace of pubic hair.
"I know it's small…" Seir muttered, his expression laced with embarrassment. Even at full erection, it barely exceeded three inches, small enough for Zest to completely envelop with just one hand. Shame pooled within him. 'So much for being an Incubus… I don't even have a ten-inch dick—the so-called standard for a reincarnated individual… let alone the massive size a true Sex Demon should possess…'
Zest giggled as she scooped up the glistening precum from the tip, gently spreading it over the sensitive head with her fingers. With a teasing smile, she said, "Don't worry… you are still a child… just like the rest of your body, your cute little penis will grow in size over the next few years…"
"Hmm~" Seir exhaled softly in response to her touch, his body reacting instinctively. His head leaned back, resting against her shoulder, while his tail unconsciously wrapped around Zest's waist, drawing her closer.
"That's right… Just relax and let me take care of you…" Zest whispered softly in his ear before gathering saliva in her mouth and letting it drip onto his erect penis which she used to smoothen her gentle strokes over his shaft while the other hand caressed his balls, teasing them with delicate touches.
"Ah… damn…" Seir murmured, his breath hitching as waves of pleasure coursed through him with each slow, deliberate stroke of her hand.
"This is it… this is what I needed…" Seir sighed.
"That's right… this is exactly what you needed," Zest murmured, her voice smooth and reassuring. "So just close your eyes and let yourself feel it…"
As she spoke, her hands continued their slow, deliberate strokes over his shaft and balls, while her tongue traced teasingly along his ear and neck, heightening the sensation.
"Yeah… I'm feeling it…" Seir murmured, nodding as he closed his eyes, surrendering control to Zest and losing himself in the pleasure.
'So this is what a woman's touch feels like…'
'It's so much better than just masturbating…'
'Man… I could get addicted to this…'
'Yeah… I could do this all day…'
Such thoughts swirled in his mind as time slipped away. Lost in pleasure, he didn't even notice when his body began to release steam. But even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. In this moment, all that mattered was the overwhelming sensation consuming him.
Of course, just because Seir didn't notice his body releasing steam didn't mean Zest was unaware. Observing him closely, she thought, 'He's releasing pheromones… Maria was right… this could have been very dangerous if left to Élise or some other low-class devil…'
If she weren't a powerful High-Level Devil with immense reserves of Demonic Power and mental fortitude, resisting their effects would have been far more difficult. Had Seir been a stronger, more experienced Incubus with greater mastery over his powers, she might have completely lost control—and that could have been dangerous.
But since that wasn't the case, she was able to resist the pheromones from affecting her as she simply continued her work.
He had no idea how long had passed before a familiar sensation began to build within him. His shaft twitched, the head swelling and turning an even deeper shade of red, signaling his approaching climax.
"Zest… I… I'm… close to…" Seir murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It's alright… just relax and let it happen… it's natural," Zest soothed, maintaining her slow, deliberate pace.
He wanted more. He wanted her to move her hand faster, to push him toward release in one intense, overwhelming burst. His body ached for that rush, that shattering climax. But Zest remained steady. Her strokes stayed gentle, teasing—prolonging the sensation, keeping him teetering on the edge without ever letting him tip over, like carefully pouring tea into a cup, ensuring it never spills.
Slowly, steadily, her touch continued, coaxing him little by little. A few drops of white fluid began to seep out, but Zest paid it no mind. She simply scooped it up and used it to smooth her strokes, drawing him ever closer to that inevitable breaking point.
But no matter how slow or careful the pour, a cup can only hold so much. And when it reaches its limit, when there is no more space left, the tea will overflow.
Even with her slow and deliberate strokes, the inevitable moment finally arrived. The edge that had seemed so distant was suddenly within reach—and then, Seir crossed it. His body tensed as an intense wave of pleasure overtook him, and he could no longer hold back.
His muscles tightened, his tail coiled more firmly around Zest, and his butthole clenched involuntarily.
"Fuck… I… I… I'm cumming…" he gasped, his voice strained with ecstasy.
"It's alright, Lord Seirios… let it all out," Zest whispered, her voice soothing yet encouraging. "Cum to your heart's content… release everything you've been holding back."
"Cu-cumming…!!!" In a powerful release, thick spurts of semen erupted from his throbbing length, spilling uncontrollably and staining Zest's hands.
Spurt! Spurt!
For several seconds, his dick kept throbbing, releasing thick spurts of semen—far more than what should have been possible.
Hentai logic? Incubus physiology? Seir had no idea how he was able to cum so much. All he knew was that he didn't want it to stop, as if he were emptying a lifetime's worth of pent-up release. And so, he kept going, unloading everything without restraint.
"Haah… Haah…"
Only after releasing at least fifteen thick spurts of cum did he finally begin to calm down. Taking deep, steadying breaths, he murmured, "That… that felt so good…"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Lord Seirios…" Zest said as she released his still-sensitive length, a few lingering drops of cum leaking from the tip. She glanced down at her hands and arms, now stained with his release. "Now, I need t—"
Before she could finish, Seir, fearing she might try to wash her hands, cut her off with a firm command.
"Lick it."
"Huh?" Zest murmured, momentarily caught off guard by his sudden order. "You want me to…?"
Though embarrassed to say it out loud, Seir repeated, his voice a little more insistent, "Lick it… all of it."
Zest held his gaze for a moment before nodding. "Alright…"
Without breaking eye contact, she slowly brought her hands closer to her mouth, her movements deliberate as she stuck out her pink tongue and began to scoop up every drop of his release, savoring each taste while swirling it in her mouth before gulping it down her throat.
"Fuck... I can't..." Seir murmured, his breath hitching as he watched her. His still-sensitive penis, which had only just begun to soften, started to harden once again.
"Oh my..." Zest said with a playful smile, finishing swallowing the last of his release. She looked up at him, her gaze flicking down to his fully erect penis. "It seems we still have a lot of work ahead of us."
"Yeah... it seems that's the case..." Seir murmured, gaining some confidence in himself.
He didn't fully understand why his body was ready for another round so soon after just cumming, 'Hentai Logic? Incubi Physique?' But at that moment, he didn't care. All he wanted was to continue what they had started.
"In that case... please relax," Zest said, guiding him to turn around and sit on the stool with his back resting against the bathroom wall.
Leaning against the wall, Seir spread his legs, allowing Zest a clear view of the three inch erect cock.
"It's rearing to go…" she said steadily as she returned her hand to his erect penis and wrapped it around him. Simultaneously, she added some of her saliva—mixed with the cum already leaking out—to serve as lubrication, and began to stroke his shaft again, alternating between her left and right hand.
"Yeah... that's it," Seir moaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he felt Zest's skilled hands working their magic on his still-sensitive penis. He began to lose himself in a burgeoning wave of sensation, a pleasure just starting to build within him.
What Seir didn't know was that for him, this was only the beginning of a new kind of hell—a hell filled with pleasure and indulgence in the flesh.
And by the name of dead God, he was determined to savor every moment of it.
It's worth noting that Seir was so lost in pleasure that he failed to notice a small spider crawling along the bathroom walls, silently observing everything with its eight unblinking eyes.
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Two hours, sixteen orgasms, and a proper bath to wash off all the Cum later, Seir, wrapped in a towel, and wearing a pair of undies finally walked out of the bathroom with a relaxed expression on his face and sank into the sofa. "That felt really good…"
Zest, also wrapped in a towel, followed him and began to change into a different set of clothes.
"But if I am being honest, I didn't expect I'd...," Seir murmured, staring up at the ceiling in a daze, trying to process how he had managed to orgasm sixteen times in a row.
Although it felt really good, he still couldn't believe the fact that he had ejaculated sixteen fucking times!
Yes, all of them had been hand jobs—Zest hadn't used any other part of her body, and he hadn't asked her to—but that wasn't the point. The fact remained that he had cum sixteen times in a row, which, in his opinion, was quite the feat.
What was even more surprising was that, despite having orgasmed sixteen times, he didn't feel physically exhausted at all—something almost unbelievable, considering that just two or three orgasms would be enough to leave a normal human completely drained!
If it had been in his previous life, he probably would've set a world record with something like that.
'After all, a normal human male would most likely die after sixteen orgasms,' he thought, somewhat horrified.
But Zest seemed to have different thoughts. "Don't think too much about it, Lord Seirios," she said while adjusting her white panties over her shapely buttocks, and added, "You have Incubus blood… something like this isn't surprising at all."
"Really?" Seir asked, surprised.
"Yes," Zest nodded. "Fully mature Incubi can orgasm several hundred times in a row without any problem. It's normal for them to have massive orgies with hundreds of women, lasting for days."
"Fuck..." Seir exclaimed, struggling to imagine such a reality.
"It's surprising, but this is normal," she added.
"I see..." Seir murmured, his expression thoughtful. 'Compared to them, I'm still rather tame...'
"That's the case," Zest replied, picking up her brassiere.
Watching her, Seir suddenly asked, "Anyway, putting that aside… What are you going to do now? Do you have anything else planned for the day?"
"Although I don't have anything else planned for the day, I was going to leave the room and return to mine to sleep since I have an early day," Zest answered, then paused. Noticing his expectant expression, she asked, "Is there something you need from me, Lord Seir?"
"Yes..." Seir nodded. "Don't leave. Hold me while I sleep tonight. Comfort me with the warmth of your body."
Although his lust seemed to be satiated for the time being, he still craved a woman's touch and wanted to sleep beside her. He would often do this with Élise, but since Élise wasn't here, he wanted Zest to do this for him.
"I see..." Zest nodded, setting down her brassiere. "Then I shall do that." She summoned a white, see-through nightgown and draped it over herself before adding, "Well then... let me cuddle you for the night..."
"Yeah..." Seir nodded, taking note of Zest's attire—a white panty and a sheer, white nightgown. Simple, yet incredibly sexy, perfectly complement her alluring figure.
'She really is a beauty…' he thought, quickly changing into his sleepwear.
The two then lay down on the bed, with Seir using her hand as a pillow and resting his body against hers. He buried his face in her cleavage, enjoying the scent of her skin, thinking, 'Sex is good... but cuddling isn't bad either...'
"Good night, Zest," he murmured as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Good night, Lord Seirios," Zest replied, gently caressing his hair.
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Author's Note:
Does anyone remember the Boing Boing song from Zatch Bell? Man, I was suddenly reminded of it while writing this chapter… Lol.
As for the sex scene, I wrote it this way because this is the MC's first real sexual experience with another person. Wet dreams, porn, and self-pleasure are one thing—but this is actual physical thing. Since he's a virgin, it's natural for him to be inexperienced and not very proactive.
Additionally, there's a huge gap in experience between him and Zest, which is why she's the one taking charge and helping him. This phase is sort of like the MC's shota stage, where he learns about sex from older, more mature, and experienced women–the women of Roygun's Peerage.
In the future, once he gains confidence and experience and becomes the Chad that he should be, he'll be the one taking the lead, but that's still far away for now.
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