Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 32: Maid’s Service [1] [18+]

"Master," Lily said, looking at the mess over her shoulder. Her voice was a mix of scolding and purring satisfaction. "Look what you did. This was dry-clean only."

"You..." Alex wheezed, rubbing his nose which still tingled from the impact of her ass. "You fell on my face, Lily. I nearly suffocated. It was... self-defense."

He groaned, rolling his neck. A loud crack echoed.

"Ouch."

He winced, reaching for his shoulder.

"And now my neck is stiff. That was a heavy impact, you know. I think you twisted something."

He looked at her with pleading eyes, shamelessly milking the situation.

"I’m injured, Lily. I think I need that massage now. For medical reasons."

Lily looked at him, then at her ruined dress. A wicked glint entered her eyes.

"A massage?" she repeated softly. "You’re right. It is my fault you are ’injured.’ I must take responsibility."

She reached behind her back.

Zip.

She pulled the zipper of her dress down.

She shrugged her shoulders, and the black fabric pooled at her feet.

She stood there in nothing but her sheer white stockings, garters, and the white cotton panties that were now slightly translucent. Her massive breasts were finally free, bouncing heavily as she moved.

"Lie on your stomach, Master," she commanded.

Alex obeyed instantly, flopping onto his front.

Lily walked over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of aromatic oil—the vanilla scent she knew he loved.

Pop.

She poured a generous amount into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it. Then, she poured more. A lot more. She poured it directly onto Alex’s back.

"Cold!" Alex hissed as the oil hit his skin.

"Shh. Relax."

Lily climbed onto the bed. She straddled his lower back, her knees pinning his hips to the mattress.

"I’m going to work out all the tension," she whispered.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to knead. Her thumbs dug into the knots, her technique surprisingly professional.

"Mmm... that’s good..." Alex groaned, his face buried in the pillow.

"Is it?"

Lily leaned forward. "But hands aren’t enough for this much tension."

She lowered her upper body.

Alex felt something soft, heavy, and incredibly warm press against his oiled back.

Lily used her breasts.

She slid her massive chest up and down his spine. The oil made her skin frictionless. Her nipples, hard and erect, dragged along his skin like two distinct lines of fire.

"Lily..." Alex gasped into the pillow.

"Quiet, patient," she hummed.

She began to move her entire body. She slid up, pressing her breasts against his neck, then slid back down, grinding her pelvis against his buttocks. It was a full-body Nuru massage.

She coated him in oil and her own scent.

She slid further up, whispering directly into his ear.

"Does this feel better, Master?"

"Yes," Alex choked out.

"Good."

She moved down again. As she slid back, her hand reached between his legs. Even though he had just finished, the sensation of her oiled body sliding on him was reawakening the beast.

She stroked him gently from behind.

"You see, Master?" Lily whispered, biting his earlobe gently. "No girl at the Academy can take care of you like this. No library girl knows your body like I do."

She pressed her chest firmly against his back, hugging him from behind, marking him completely with her oil and her scent.

"I am the only one who can clean up your messes," she declared possessively. "Remember that."

Alex, drowning in pleasure and vanilla, could only nod.

"I remember," he surrendered. "I definitely remember."

Lily chuckled darkly. The sound vibrated through her chest, transmitting directly into my spine where she had pressed her massive assets against me. She could feel it against her thigh. Despite having just unloaded a massive load all over the bed and into her hair just minutes ago, my dick was twitching back to life.

The sensation of her oiled tits sliding against my back, the heat of her skin, and her hand boldly stroking my balls was simply too much for my Stamina: 14 body to handle. Yet, paradoxically, my Lust was infinite.

"My, Master," she whispered, sliding her hand down from my balls to grip the base of the semi-hard shaft. Her fingers were coated in the thick, aromatic vanilla oil, making the grip slippery and intense. "You really are a beast today. You’re already getting hard again?"

She squeezed. The oil squelched between her palm and my skin.

"Since you’re so eager... let me use these properly."

She grabbed my shoulder with surprising strength and flipped me over.

Squelch.

My back slid against the ruined, oily sheet. I was coated in grease, feeling like a slippery seal on a rock. The room was heavy with the scent of vanilla, musk, and the faint, metallic tang of the semen that was already drying on the headboard.

Lily straddled my waist, looming over me like a goddess of fertility. She was naked now, save for the white stockings that clung to her thick thighs. Her skin glistened under the magic lamp’s warm light. She looked like she had been dipped in liquid glass.

She reached for the bottle of oil on the nightstand.

Glug. Glug.

She didn’t pour it on me this time. She poured a generous amount directly onto her own chest. The amber liquid cascaded down her neck, pooling in the deep, collarbone divots before overflowing down the slopes of her massive breasts. It coated her pink, erect nipples, making them shine like polished candy.

"Watch, Master," she commanded, her voice husky.

She dropped the bottle and brought her hands to her breasts. She began to knead them, spreading the oil until every inch of her cleavage was slick and dripping.

"You like these, don’t you?"

She leaned forward. The heavy, oil-slicked flesh swayed.

"Mmph..."

She didn’t use her hands to guide me. She simply lowered her chest onto my erection. She trapped the head of my cock between the lower curves of her breasts.

Schlop.

It was the sound of pure suction.

[Paizuri (Breast Intercourse) Initiated.]

"Oh fuck..." I groaned, my hips instinctively bucking upward.

The friction was non-existent, replaced by a sensation of overwhelming, crushing softness. The oil eliminated any drag, allowing my dick to slide effortlessly into the valley of her cleavage.

Lily began to move. She bobbed her upper body up and down, her eyes locked on mine.

Squelch. Schlick. Slap.

The sounds were obscene, echoing loudly in the quiet room.

My purple glans popped out just under her chin, glistening with oil, before she pushed her chest down, swallowing the entire length back into the ravine of flesh. She tightened her arms, squeezing her breasts together. The pressure on the shaft was immense, yet pillowy.

"Look at it, Master," she whispered, a drop of oil falling from her chin onto my forehead. "Look at your cock disappearing inside me. It looks so happy."

She sped up. Her nipples, hard as rocks, brushed against my cheeks with every downward stroke.

"Haa... Lily..."

I reached up, my hands finding purchase on her oily hips. My thumbs dug into her flesh, but they kept slipping. Everything was so wet. So messy.

"Is the library girl soft like this?" Lily taunted, grinding her tits against me. "Does she have tits that can swallow you whole? Does she know how to oil you up until you can’t tell where your skin ends and hers begins?"

"No... just you... only you..."

"Good answer."