CHAPTER 41: THIRD TASK

"Strip."

"Okay, master," Lena replied, and the next moment, she gently slid off one strap of her dress, followed swiftly by the second.

*FHUM~*

Her nightgown dropped to the floor in slow motion, revealing Lena’s naked figure. Her hands crossed over her chest, shielding her tits, while the only thing covering her lower half was a blue panty with floral designs.

"Remove your hands, Lena. Why are you hiding such a beautiful body?" Dapper remarked, causing her cheeks to flush deeper as she slowly obeyed, uncovering herself.

’Why’s she acting like a virgin? Isn’t she supposed to be trained for this? Or... wait—did Uncle Roy not touch her before giving her to me?!’

Now fully exposed, Lena’s body was on full display. Her breasts were oval-shaped, with two perky pink nipples topping them like cherries on cream.

"Lena, have you had sex before?" Dapper asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.

"T-They only trained us with toys at the slave camp. When that man bought me, he didn’t touch me... he said he wanted to gift me to someone," Lena answered, as if understanding why Dapper had asked.

"I see..." Dapper muttered. The atmosphere thickened, and Lena’s heartbeat quickened as Dapper began unfastening his pants. She stepped forward and started undoing his shirt, following her training that dictated a master must be assisted when requesting sex.

"Leave the rest to me, master," Lena said softly as she removed his top. Then, slipping her fingers into both sides of his underwear, she slowly pulled it down while kneeling before him.

As her eyes rose, they widened in shock at the massive snake dangling in front of her, thick with veins running along its shaft.

"Haaa~ Master~" Lena whimpered softly, unsure where to begin.

"You’re cute, Lena. But you’ll suck it another time, alright? I’ve got something important to do. Let’s get to the main event," Dapper said, bending down and lifting her easily, laying her gently on the bed.

He removed her panty and tossed it aside before feasting his eyes on her smooth, freshly-shaved pussy. It was already puffy and slightly open, its inner lips parted like a blooming flower—she was clearly aroused.

He parted her legs and lined up his shaft with her entrance. It was tight, incredibly tight, like it might tear—but it gradually stretched to accommodate him.

"Mmnh~ Master," Lena moaned, her face turned to the side, flushed with heat. As Dapper slid halfway in, Lena’s mouth opened wide, stunned by the intense pressure deep in her abdomen. It felt like he was in her stomach.

"Ahh, you’re tight and wet, Lena. Were you fantasizing about me fucking you before I got here?" Dapper asked, struggling to hold back as her warm, sucking walls nearly milked him.

"I would never dare think such dirty thoughts, maste~"

"Still playing innocent, huh? I’m going to start moving now," he warned, cupping her perky breasts as he began thrusting.

"Ahn~ master~"

"Ahn~"

"Ahan~ it’s so deep."

"Keep your voice down. You want the whole place knowing you’re getting fucked?"

"I’m sorry—mmhh~" Lena’s eyes welled up with tears as Dapper thrust harder, slamming into her like he was crushing something soft. Then he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, increasing the rhythm.

With one final thrust, he came inside her without warning, flooding her insides with thick, hot semen.

"Ahan~ MASTER~~" Lena cried out lewdly, her pussy spasming as it milked every drop from him.

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"Should we go another round, master?" Lena asked as she noticed Dapper putting on his underwear.

"No, I’m fine. That was just a warm-up anyway. Besides, I didn’t expect you to be that tight," Dapper said, snapping on his underwear before quickly slipping into his pants.

"Master~"

"What?" Dapper paused, noticing the strange look Lena was giving him.

"I... I want more," Lena whispered in a husky voice.

"I said later. Are you trying to give me orders now?" Dapper asked, his expression turning serious, causing beads of sweat to form on Lena’s forehead.

"I’m sorry, master."

Dapper sighed, realizing he might’ve overreacted or misunderstood her. The last thing he wanted was for his maid to stop being open with him.

"Don’t take it the wrong way, Lena. I just have something important to handle. We’ll have more fun later, alright?"

"Yes, master."

Dapper left the room and made his way to the living room, taking a sharp turn toward the dining area. Once there, he saw Belinda helping herself after cooking.

’She’s here.’

Dapper sat down at the dining table.

"Good morning, Dapper~" Belinda greeted him with a cheerful smile.

"Morning. You seem unusually happy today," Dapper replied, picking up a knife and fork, lightly tapping them against the table.

"Mmmhmm. My sister went out," Belinda said vaguely.

"I see..." Dapper responded with a subtle smirk.

"We’re having rice this morning, so you might want to drop the fork, fufu," Belinda giggled as she began serving him.

Dapper watched her closely while she plated his food, quietly admiring her beauty despite her dark, gothic flair.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you’re beautiful. I wish I could marry you and your sister," Dapper said boldly, causing Belinda to freeze in surprise.

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach before looking at Dapper again in disbelief, wondering how he said it so seriously.

"I know we’ve done some wild stuff, but that’s a bit much. Do you think my sister would ever agree to something so absurd?" Belinda asked once her laughter calmed.

"It’s not taboo. It’s actually pretty common among aristocrats. Besides, I could always convince Ruth one way or another," Dapper replied. Though he was originally teasing, a strange fetishistic desire suddenly crept in.

"I have a fiance," Belinda said, sliding his food in front of him.

Dapper didn’t respond. He simply began eating in silence, while Belinda also ate without a word. She finished first, and as she stood to leave, Dapper stopped her.

’She already gave me the greenlight. I won’t mess this up. She’s mine!’

"Wait. Let’s leave together—and head to your room," Dapper said vaguely.

As if understanding the message, Belinda sat back down, glancing toward the alleyway that led to Lena’s room.