VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Chapter 32: Service from Sugar Baby Maid

"No," Eren countered instantly, though his inner pervert let out a brief, respectful salute to her enthusiasm.

"As I previously stated, I am legally dead. A corpse has zero use for physical therapy. Leave me to hibernate."

Mira giggled at his stubborn refusal, thoroughly enjoying how completely unbothered and lazy her master could be.

"Oh, right! I completely forgot," she announced, reaching into the deep pocket of her maid uniform.

"The head butler asked me to deliver this specific letter directly to you. He mentioned it... from your new fiancée or something?"

Voom.

Adrenaline detonated through Eren’s nervous system as he snapped upright on the mattress, his blue eyes instantly locking onto the sealed envelope clutched in her hand.

Mira immediately pulled the letter back, a scandalous pout forming on her flushed lips as she witnessed his dramatic reaction.

"My, my... look at you bolt upright the second another woman is mentioned. You really are a terribly bad master. Doing such intensely naughty things with your innocent, vulnerable maid two nights ago while having a fiancée on the side?"

"Give me the letter, Mira," Eren commanded, reaching out his hand.

Mira swiftly hid the letter behind her voluptuous lower back as she grinned up at him from her knees.

"Hmm... I don’t know. If it’s that important, the Young Master should be willing to use a specific key to override my security. Come on, try and get it."

Eren let out a defeated sigh, staring at his mischievous maid, wondering if he accidentally awakened something inside her that day.

"Alright, fine," Eren muttered, conceding defeat to the cute maid with a shrug.

He slid over to the edge of the mattress, casually loosening his trousers and pulling them down just far enough to present her with the exact key she was looking for. At the moment, his legendary dick was in a completely soft state, sleeping peacefully.

Mira’s green eyes practically sparkled with primal excitement.

"Key accepted!" she cheered, flawlessly handing over the letter before dropping between his thighs.

She looked up at him with a thoroughly lewd, heavy-lidded expression, her soft hands wrapping around his resting shaft. She stroked the soft skin with deliberate friction, making his sleeping giant wake up to its full might.

Mira let out a lewd, hungry hum.

"Thanks for the treat, Young Master~" she whispered shamelessly as she smooched the tip.

Without a single fraction of hesitation, she swallowed the whole soft shaft, deploying her tongue to give the ultra-sensitive massage.

Eren’s body shook as the surge of heat shot straight up his spine.

’Holy... is she literally leveling up her sucking stats?’ his inner voice choked out, his gaze flickering down.

His shaft was gradually expanded inside her, filling her mouth and visibly pushing against the inside of her flushed cheeks, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his skin. But the red-haired maid didn’t care about the strain; she simply clamped her lips tight and began delivering an exclusive morning service to her master; he could feel her throat working in a rhythmic suction.

slurp slurp slurp

Mira let out a series of muffled, incredibly lewd whimpers and deep, wet gulps that echoed softly through the quiet room as he tried to focus his blurry vision on the letter.

She’s enjoying the taste of her sugar daddy afterall.

Eren ignored the ticklish, warm sensation as best as he could, skimming the elegant, razor-sharp handwriting of Aria Reedings.

The Sword Saint’s daughter hadn’t wasted a single second on pleasantries, responding to every single one of his proposed terms for their contractual engagement agreement.

"Incredible..." Eren muttered to himself, a smirk forming on his lips despite the breathy grunt that escaped just now.

The letter explicitly said that he was required to formulate his own legal contract draft containing his specific terms. Once the document was ready, they would meet in a neutral setting to make the final signatures. Furthermore, as a gesture of good faith, a batch of Astreus Stones had already been sent.

Although he was happy that he got what he needed right, his eyes were still on the requirement for an airtight legal document. He glanced down at the fiery-haired maid who was currently bobbing her head frantically between his legs.

"I need to find who could make a perfect contract," Eren muttered.

Hearing that, Mira suddenly accelerated her speed. Ignoring the fact that his thick shaft was practically blocking her entire airway, the red-haired maid plunged her head forward with a fierce determination.

Her throat clamped down hard, sucking it like a vacuum, sending a catastrophic wave of raw pleasure.

"Ugh... damn it, Mira," Eren trembled as he threw the Reedings letter onto the sheets beside him.

He gripped her fiery red hair firmly, forcing her down as the concentrated pressure hit the maximum limit. She didn’t complain, nor had any plan to pull back, her female instincts telling her to move one more.

With a deep, breathy groan, he released the inside of her mouth, filling it with a massive, warm load of his seeds.

After a moment, he slowly pulled out, and she slumped back onto her soft butt. Her face was completely flushed and her eyes watery as she forcefully swallowed the entire thick payload.

"Cough! Cough! Ugh... Young Master. It... it tastes completely weird again!" she wheezed with a grossed-out face, although she drank it all like a good girl.

Eren breathed out, completely collapsing back onto the pillows with a relieved sigh. He gave her a lazy, appreciative wave.

"Thanks for the morning feast."

Mira huffed at getting only small appreciation. She stood and grabbed the small towel, cleaning the stray white marks from her face.

Then her eyes fell onto the letter beside him, and she decided to read it by ignoring basic privacy. Although Eren didn’t even bother to stop her.

As Mira read the elegant words, her eyes darted back and forth before a knowing smile slowly formed on her bubbly face.

She glanced down at her shameless master, who was currently sprawled out entirely naked from the waist down, completely unbothered by his exposure.

"I recall hearing my sugar daddy complaining about needing someone who can make an airtight draft, right?"

"Yeah," Eren muttered lazily, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed the post-nut downtime. "I need an expert to build a solid contract. Someone who leaves zero room for exploitation."

Mira tucked the letter under her arm, crossing her arms beneath her voluptuous chest.

"Well, then, how about you let your favorite little maid help with this one, Young Master? After all... before my family went completely bankrupt, my father was the chief commercial counselor for the merchant guilds. I practically grew up forge—I mean, drafting high-stakes financial contracts."