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🕑 Added 2025-03-01 02:46:00 +0000 UTCEP.66 Secretary Francesca 1
I opened my eyes, feeling a warmth that could almost be stifling.
Yesterday, the succubi were arguing about who would sleep next to me. But whether they got along or not, they were now each wrapped around one of my limbs, sleeping soundly.
Wait, one is missing?
Pink-haired Mother, black-haired sister, one blonde sister.
The blonde maid is here, but the red-haired secretary sister is gone.
My phone showed it was exactly 11 AM.
Though I didn't have sex with Francesca before bed, I vividly remember entrusting her with cleaning my dick after each ejaculation.
We fell asleep together watching the sunrise, but she's already up and starting her day. She could relax more on this trip.
"Mmm mmm..."
Anna was smacking her lips in her sleep, as if dreaming of eating semen.
Though also a servant, she was quite different from Francesca.
I slapped the naughty pussy maid's breasts hard enough to make a sound before getting up.
When I, who had been at the center, disappeared, the four beauties squirmed and felt around with their arms.
Then they clung to each other, hugging and going back to sleep.
It felt awkward seeing Mother among that group, but I figured it was because they had all been through so much lately.
"A proper secretary's duty is to take care of the young master's erect dick."
I could grab any sleeping person and thrust my dick in, but maybe because I ejaculated so much yesterday, I felt more like relaxing in the hot spring than having vulgar sex right now.
So I threw on a yukata and went outside.
"Ah, nice weather."
Unlike yesterday, it was bright and sunny.
As I walked on the stone path to the outdoor hot spring and looked up at the sky, I felt my chest open up.
"How much did I ejaculate yesterday anyway?"
About 10 times in the car on the way here.
And in the hot spring too...
I started counting on my fingers, but gave up when I realized even my toes wouldn't be enough.
Yet this body felt no stiffness or fatigue, which was both impressive and a bit scary.
"Mother, what exactly did you do to me?"
Stamina that gets stronger the more I use it, sex that never gets boring no matter how much I do it.
These days, I looked forward to every single day.
Shaaaa!
"La la la."
I quickly washed my body in the shower before entering the hot spring.
As I headed to the hot spring, I saw the back of a woman already in the bath.
A petite head with flaming red hair.
It was our gruff secretary, Francesca.
Her hair, usually neatly tied up, was disheveled from the water and looked incredibly beautiful.
"Hm? Ah, young master. You're awake. Good morning."
"Did you sleep well too, Francesca? What time did you get up?"
As I approached making noise, she noticed me and greeted me.
"I haven't been up long either. More importantly, though the sunlight is warm, it's still cold. You should come in quickly."
"Should I?"
I didn't hesitate to sit down next to her.
"Ahh... nice. By the way, is Francesca always an early riser?"
I thought beauties were supposed to be sleepyheads.
If that proposition were true, succubi should sleep from birth until death.
"I do sleep in on holidays. But... I was excited for today so I couldn't sleep well."
For someone who didn't sleep well, she didn't have any dark circles, but I let it go.
"What were you so excited about? Our secretary sister?"
Seuuk.
I approached with a lewd smile and wrapped my arm around her waist. Yet she just looked at me expressionlessly.
"Young master is mischievous like the master."
"Huh? What were you excited about, tell me quickly."
I slowly stroked up and down her waist, caressing her side, ribs, and hips.
Her soft skin felt plump and smooth from soaking in the hot spring water.
Francesca, the gruff but kind secretary, raised one arm to embrace my waist as well.
A considerate gesture to let me touch her body more comfortably.
And at the same time, a desire for me to make her feel even better.
She truly was an admirable secretary in many ways.
"Since today is the day I promised to have sex with you... Why are you looking at me like that?"
I knew, but hearing Francesca confess she couldn't sleep because she was excited for sex with me.
Unlike her monotone voice and cold expression, her words were incredibly lewd.
"You know what? Your face is red, Francesca."
"...My heart races when I see you... That must be why."
What a bewitching secretary!
A bewitchingness beyond what weak human flesh could approach.
The gap of calmly confessing the truth was incredibly arousing.
"I'm feeling good today too for some reason. My dick must have known it was going to fuck Francesca."
"...Ahem, is that so. I'm glad."
At my words, the corners of her mouth started to rise for a moment before falling with a fake cough.
Come to think of it, Francesca said this before:
"I'll show you my smile when we're alone."
Just as I remembered that and was about to ask, Francesca stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"Actually, I prepared something... May I go get it?"
"Prepared...?"
"Yes. I didn't bring it since I didn't know you'd come to the hot spring, but it won't take long."
"Alright."
When I nodded, she started walking away, dripping water.
"Francesca! Walk while shaking your butt!"
"...Yes."
Francesca hesitated for a moment at my request, but reluctantly agreed.
She stood still for a moment after turning around.
Ssilleuk ssilleuk.
Then she walked away with a model strut, shaking her large butt.
"Hehe. So cute."
I wonder if Francesca knows how cute she is.
Francesca, who puts up professional walls with others but becomes a slut in front of me.
She truly was an ideal woman.
As I was enjoying the hot spring thinking that, I sensed someone behind me.
"Francesca's back... Whoa!"
"Did you wait long?"
I turned around and couldn't close my mouth in surprise.
That's because she was wearing a bikini.
"Is this the art of concealment?"
We had already seen everything, but seeing her nipples and pussy newly covered made me realize how precious my experience had been.
I felt an urge to quickly see her pretty straight pussy with my own eyes.
"...I'm relieved you seem to like it."
Francesca's usually stiff expression softened a bit.
It seems she was quite worried whether I would like or dislike the bikini she prepared.
"I don't just like it, I feel like I'm going crazy."
Snow white skin contrasting with her red hair. And the sexy black bikini opposite to that.
Thin scraps of fabric precariously covering only the parts that can't be casually shown to others.
I could sense the traces of her agonizing over how to arouse the young master.
Yet she was walking over shaking her butt hard as I had asked earlier.
Erection!
It was enough to painfully erect my dick that had already been quite aroused.
"Excuse me for a moment."
She sat down next to me and linked arms.
The sensation felt different than usual due to the bikini, but it wasn't unpleasant at all.
How could that little thing move a man so much.
Sensing my gaze constantly glancing at her, Francesca turned her head towards me.
"You can look as much as you want. My body belongs to you, young master."
It was a sufficiently satisfying statement, but it's inevitable that an even greater greed arises.
Not just as a man, but anyone would feel that way as a human.
"What about your heart?"
"......"
"Is your heart mine too?"
At my question, she was silent for a moment, then spoke the truth as she always had:
"I can't give you a definitive answer yet..."
It was an ambiguous answer that was neither positive nor negative, but that was okay.
"To be more precise, I think it's over 85%."
"Hahaha, such a specific number makes it even less believable."
"Hmm... How can I make you believe me?"
She seriously pondered even my joking words.
I like that Francesca too, but now I want to see her smiling face as well.
"Francesca, you promised before, right?"
"...You mean showing you my smiling face?"
"Yes."
Seeing her answer right away, it seems she remembered too.
"It's embarrassing, but if it's for you..."
Then the corners of her mouth trembled as they rose, but wouldn't curve past a certain angle.
"What's that? I saw you almost smile earlier too."
I saw her forcibly holding back a smile earlier.
"Are you talking about me? I don't remember that."
"Oh come on. How shameless."
When I turned my head away as if sulking, I sensed flustered emotions from the back of her head.
"Young master."
"...What?"
"Please look at me."
I turned my head at her seemingly desperate tone.
"......"
There was Francesca, trying her best to smile brightly.
She shone more brilliantly than anyone under the blazing sun.
Her red hair matched the current scenery very well.
"...This is the best I can do for now, but I'll work harder for you, young master."
"...No."
I was momentarily entranced by that sight before barely coming to my senses and speaking.
"You don't need to do that. I just realized Francesca is incredibly pretty whether she smiles or cries."
"I've never cried though..."
She muttered in a small voice at my words.
As if shy from the sudden praise, her cheeks were very faintly flushed.
I eagerly took in the sight, as it was a rare scene except for when she was sniffing me and sucking my dick.
And as she calmed down and the blush completely faded:
"Francesca, let's kiss."
"It would be my honor, young master."
