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Chapter 274 - Patricia and the Farewell Party, Part 3 (Patricia☆)

The lake visible through the window was wrapped in silence, its surface occasionally shimmering as if stars were raining down under the moonlight. Shifting my gaze to the room, I took in the luxurious decorations. A massive geometric-patterned rug hung on the wall, particularly impressive—it must have taken an inconceivable amount of time for human hands to weave something like that.

In the center stood a grand bed with a canopy, and beside it, a table large enough for several people to dine at. Its glossy surface was inlaid with a beautiful floral design. On top, white porcelain plates and silver utensils lay scattered haphazardly, remnants of our meal. The kebab sandwich that had been on the plate was already in my stomach. I'd wanted matsutake mushrooms, but they hadn't appeared on the menu.

This was the same room Marmi and I had stayed in during our previous visit. Now, Patricia sat beside me. She was staring at me intently, her face tense with nervousness.

"M-Mash..."

She called my name but then let her gaze wander as if searching for words, falling silent.

"Does Patricia always stay in this room when she visits the fortress?"

"No, this is the room Lady Mo always uses."

So this was another of Marmi's arrangements. I hadn't seen the other Levante members since returning to the fortress. The priests stationed here had treated my wounds and poison.

Patricia stepped away from the window, walking to the bed with stiff, awkward steps, as if her whole body was rigid. She sat down and placed her tightly clenched fists on her thighs. I approached her and trailed my lips along the pale stretch of her neck.

"Nn..."

Patricia lowered her eyes and let out a faint moan. Her hands wrapped around my back. I did the same, untying the strings of her apron. The frilled straps over her shoulders slipped off smoothly.

"W-Wah!"

Patricia twisted in surprise, trying to stop me, but that only made the apron slide completely onto the bed, revealing her navy-blue dress. The fabric was smooth and glossy, like the apron—far more luxurious than typical maid attire, befitting someone serving the daughter of one of the Four Regent Families.

Imagining the feel of that fabric, and the skin beneath, I let my hands roam, unfastening the brooch at her neck and moving to the buttons on her back.

"Nn... You're quite skilled at this..."

"More than in combat."

"Really... Nguh."

I lifted her slightly to slip the dress off. Beneath it, she wore a long, pure white linen undergarment that reached her calves.

"A negligee?"

Her eyes blinked in surprise at the word, then she broke into a smile.

"No, it's called a chemise..."

It had no sleeves, but the neckline was modestly closed. I caught a glimpse of the Slave Mark on her arm. Before I could touch it, she hid her arm and pulled me into an embrace.

"Mash, the current situation is all Lady Mo's doing, but I'm here of my own will. Everything that happens tonight is what I want too."

She smiled shyly as she said it.

"Of course, I do wonder if it's all right for someone like me to be embraced by Lady Mo's beloved. But this hesitation... I trust you'll dispel it for me..."

I didn't want to let her say another word. My hands went back to the buttons. Patricia watched my fingers intently.

"Do you always wear so many layers? Isn't it hot?"

"Uh, well... Right now, I'm so flushed my head's spinning."

Not just her face—her chest was tinged pink too. I paused to touch her cheek. She let out a hot breath, then tilted her head against my hand as if pressing into it.

I trailed my lips over her lowered eyelids, then pressed mine to her cherry-pink lips. After pecking at the soft sensation, I slipped my tongue into the gap.

"Nkuh."

Patricia's eyes widened. I held her gaze as I explored her mouth with my tongue, savoring the taste of her saliva and the slick texture inside. Hesitantly, her tongue reached out. We touched tips tentatively, confirming each other's intent, then entwined deeply.

After longing for each other at length, we parted our lips. A string of saliva trailed reluctantly. I reached for her chemise, but her hand stopped mine.

"What? Embarrassed?"

It seemed pointless now. I'd already seen her naked in the bath—and groped her breasts besides.

"It's unfair if only I'm naked. P-Please undress too, Mash!"

As I reached for my clothes, her pale arms extended to help, deftly removing them.

"You're quick at this. Used to undressing people?"

"N-No, of course not. But you move in a way that makes it easy—easier than with Lady Mo."

I raised my arms, and she pulled off my jacket.

She clutched it tightly, staring fixedly at my chest. Then she reached out, tracing her fingertips slowly over my skin.

"Did you want to see me naked that badly?"

"N-No, not exactly... but yes. So this is the skin I'll be embraced by..."

"You saw it in the bath."

"That time felt like I was just roughed up. I don't really remember looking closely."

"I see. True, back then I could only thrust into Mizuki."

At my words, Patricia's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's because you came in with my underwear over your head. Really..."

She puffed out her cheeks, then trailed her fingers from my solar plexus to my navel, hooking them into my pants.

"Is this really the kind of person everyone likes?"

"Still not to your taste? It's a bit late for that now."

We both gazed at my arousal straining against my pants.

Patricia pressed her lips together firmly, knelt, and unbuttoned my pants. She looked up at me as she tugged them down.

"Aren't you embarrassed, Mash?"

"You've already seen me naked, right?"

Being scrutinized like this was embarrassing—and exciting—but I kept that to myself for now.

"Seen... or rather, shown. I didn't look that closely."

"No interest?"

"I am... interested, of course."

A single tulip bloomed in her hair. Then my pants came down.

My erect member faced her directly. Patricia's eyes widened, frozen as if time had stopped. When I thrust my hips forward, the tip brushed her nose.

"It's so hard... but also soft. To think this goes inside Lady Mo... It's mysterious. And those two sacks really are dangling there."

She reached out and touched my balls, kneading them gently. It made me strangely restless. Just being touched was frustratingly teasing.

As I thought that, my shaft was nudged by something warm. Patricia stared intently at it with a determined expression, then gripped it and began stroking up and down.

Her neatly groomed brows, eyes crossed slightly in focus beneath them, pursed lips—her features were refined. In terms of beauty, no maid suited to serve Marmi more than her. Though now a slave in Marmi's service, she was originally the daughter of nobility from the Flower Folk city. Her face and demeanor exuded elegance.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she took my glans into her mouth, enveloping it in soft warmth. Her tongue tip prodded the sensitive head. The stimulation made me want to pull back, but she gripped the shaft firmly to hold me in place.

Our eyes met in that moment. The slightly vacant look on her face as she sucked, determined not to let go, gave me a sense of conquest. That thrill mixed with the pleasure of her saliva-soaked tongue laving my glans.

With a wet smack, Patricia pulled her mouth away.

"It's gotten so hard and big... Should I keep going until you finish?"

Was she worried about my stamina?

"Have you ever done this to anyone before, Patricia?"

"Of course not! Even kissing is all new to me!"

I was getting eager to see her naked, so I stroked her puffed cheek and pulled her to her feet.

Then I stripped off her chemise and peeled away her final undergarment.

Illuminated by the lamp, her body took on a faint blush, her lithe curves standing out. In the bath before, she'd been submerged and trying to hide, so I hadn't seen clearly, but from her daily work, she had just enough feminine softness—no excess fat. Her full breasts and hips looked firm and springy.

Her breasts were neither large nor small. The cherry-pink nipples atop them seemed lightly pigmented. I wondered if her down there matched. As my gaze drifted lower, a modest patch of pubic hair adorned her mound. Patricia rubbed her thighs together, hiding her sex.

"I am embarrassed..."

She tried to cover her chest with her hands too.

"Wait. Stay like that a bit longer."

I pulled out my smartphone from storage. She shot me a resentful look.

"Don't show this to Lady Mo or the others, okay?"

"Someday, I'll go to your village to remove your Slave Mark. When I do, I'll show everyone this—your last moments as a girl, and brag about it."

"Eek, please don't!"

I snapped a photo of her cry. Then I pushed her onto the bed, positioning her on her back with her knees raised and legs spread. I'd expected more resistance, but she obediently took the pose I wanted.

"Mash..."

She murmured, lips trembling with shame.

I touched her outer labia, parting her closed secret folds. Beneath the cherry-pink nub, her vaginal entrance hid amid slick, moist pleats, twitching as if trying to clench shut. It was a small hole.

The pigmentation was indeed light—probably a Flower Folk trait.

I brushed her clit with my fingertip.

"Nn."

Her body jerked. Gauging her reaction, I pressed and teased it. Her clit swelled and hardened, asserting itself.

"Do you touch yourself often, Patricia?"

Whether from my fingering her inner lips or the question, her body shuddered. She clasped her hands at her chest in a prayer-like pose, turning her face aside, but directing only her moist eyes at me.

"Can you tell just by looking...?"

Her voice was resigned, squeezed out. Of course I couldn't, but I nodded silently instead of saying so.

"I think I'm more perverted than most girls. When those feelings come, a flower blooms in my head right away, and when I'm alone in bed, I get curious and have to touch myself sometimes."

Listening to her, I trailed a finger to her entrance, scooping up the overflowing love juices. The soft feel of her inner walls tempted me to thrust my penis inside right away, but I couldn't miss this confession.

Feeling impatient, I smeared the juices over her clit.

"Every day?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, then she shook her head.

"Not that much—maybe once every five days..."

"Really...?"

I pinched her clit.

"Au! Sorry! When no one's around, it's almost every day. But not quite every day, and I only go all the way once every few days."

"What do you mean? Do you stop before climaxing?"

"Yes, I usually touch before sleep, so I often doze off midway..."

I was surprised by her words. Could you really fall asleep mid-masturbation? Didn't starting something demand seeing it through?

Was it just her, or all women? I'd have to ask Mizuki, the Onani Meister, next time. Frequency-wise, she and Patricia should get along.

As I pondered, she looked up at me with anxious eyes.

"Mash... Do you despise me for it?"

I shook my head.

"No, I'm impressed. More importantly, look at this fine bean I've raised. Want me to lead you to the top together?"

Patricia flushed and averted her gaze, falling silent. I prodded lightly with my fingertip to urge her.

"Kfuhn..."

"With your experience, my fingers alone must be frustrating, huh?"

I could go at her with Famu's tongue techniques, but I wanted to know how she pleasured herself.

After a wait, her finger crept down tentatively. She intertwined it with mine, rubbing her own clit.

"Nn, nnn, ah..."

Her brows furrowed, a faint voice escaping.

"Clit girl, huh? You don't put fingers inside?"

I asked, and she shook her head once.

"It's scary to put fingers inside... Ahun..."

Eyes downcast, she kept moving. I matched her rhythm, memorizing the pace and pressure. Her repeated moans grew ragged, her breathing uneven, heat spreading through her body.

"Mash... I... Kuun, ah, aaaaah!"

At the end, she pressed down hard on her clit, stopping her fingers. She clamped her thighs tightly, her body convulsing in shudders.

Patricia gazed at the canopy with a dazed, melted expression. Her limbs splayed limply, body fully relaxed. I covered her form.

And aligned my glans precisely with her entrance.

"I did too..."

Patricia murmured.

"I licked the tip of yours earlier... but there was no taste."

"You wanted to know what semen tastes like?"

She nodded at my words.

"Lady Mo and Mash probably won't miss me. You'll be together forever from now on. But that loneliness is unbearable for me."

"Patricia..."

"I've only known you a short time, Mash. But I can't imagine a future without you anymore."

"My image of you is just punching me with your fist."

"I only know the no-good side of you too. But... you'll definitely come to Miglutt."

She smiled, lifting her hips invitingly.

I gripped my penis, sinking the glans into her sufficiently slick, melted entrance.

Patricia's cheeks twisted faintly; she reached out a hand. I clasped it. Her other gripped the sheets, knuckles white with pain.

"Ahun..."

Her voice dropped, teeth gritted in agony. Suppressing the urge to thrust deep, I pushed in slowly. Her entrance tried to clench around my shaft, but the ample wetness let me slide steadily inward.

When she opened her eyes wide, the tight grip eased, and my glans slipped all the way in. My penis was fully sheathed inside her.

"Haa, haa... Kuun, nn, Mash..."

Her ragged breaths mixed with pained whimpers. I pressed my lips to her proffered ones, then forehead to forehead.

"It's so warm in there."

She smiled faintly at my words.

"It hurts so much. It feels so foreign. So Lady Mo went through this..."

I hugged her waist. She wrapped her limbs around me, nails digging into my back.

"I'm moving."

She nodded faintly. I pulled her close and thrust. My glans pressed against her walls, the pressure intensifying. Shaking it off, I drove to the hilt.

"Ahun..."

Despite the sweet sound, her face twisted, brows furrowed. But no complaints of pain. I drew back until my glans nearly slipped out.

"Nn."

Then thrust flush against her again.

"Kuun."

She exhaled sharply.

"Mash... So I won't forget, so I can remember forever... your thing inside me..."

Hearing her, I pistoned repeatedly.

"An, ahun, aaa, ah..."

The initial tightness softened, her walls now clinging and coiling, urging my release. Her expression eased; she nuzzled my neck, sucking a mark, then licked it with her tongue tip.

"Ah, nnn... Mash..."

I latched onto her sweet-voiced lips. Tongues entwined, her saliva meltingly sweet, dissolving my brain. We devoured each other's, then parted with tongues out; the connecting thread snapped. Lost in it, I slammed my hips fiercely.

"Aah, aaaah..."

Her voice grew louder.

"Still hurt?"

"It's fine now. But it's stronger and bigger than before..."

She matched my rhythm, her initially clumsy movements syncing naturally, becoming sensually fluid.

I lengthened my strokes, aiming deeper.

As climax neared, she clung to my neck.

"An, aa, an, Mash, I... already..."

"Patricia, me too."

One final deep thrust. I gripped her hips, flooding her insides with semen.

"Fuaaaaaah...!"

Patricia's eyes flew wide, mouth agape, tongue protruding.

Staring at her face, I savored the pulsing pleasure from my penis. Her vagina spasmed repeatedly, as if trying to milk every drop.

Our heavy breaths in the room softened to calm ones.

Still buried inside her, I lay over her body.

"Mash, make sure to bring Lady Mo back safely, okay?"

Her walls clenched.

"It's fine. I don't plan on doing anything dangerous."

"Really? I'm worried. Miglutt's been in total chaos since you arrived..."

"I'll keep the rampage to inside your pussy."

At her playful squeeze, my penis stirred again. I thrust back in.