Long Last
Inside a maid’s room, the bed creaked and groaned incessantly in discordance with the one usually occupying it by herself. Pale and frail fingers dug into the bedsheets and mattress as the servant of this household was rigorously claimed and dominated by the one she referred to as her master.
The patriarch’s own grunts were much lower and rarer, but they seemed to cut through all other sounds. Even his primal vocalisations demanded attention. Each time they rang out, it was like something occurred within the body of the maid... A small burst of intense pleasure would manifest, knowing that her body and performances were satisfactory to the man she loved and adored more than anyone else, and more than anything else in existence.
It was like a fervent believer being made aware that the deity they worshipped every single day was aware of their devotion, and appreciated their work… It might be more than just a likeness–It was basically exactly that.
To the maid, her master was her deity–Her one true God. She yearned that he would one day be willing to let his superior seed grow within her... That he would be willing to use her as a tool to further propagate his superior bloodline…
That day was not today, however.
When the hefty dose of nourishing batter flooded her pink palace, it was not allowed to fertilise the soil. Naturally, the maid was always a little bit disappointed about this, but she knew that any amount of attention he spared for her was already a blessing.
The disappointment only existed because her master had already made it clear that it would one day be the case. She was merely hoping that this day would happen to be today.
“M-Master… You’ve gotten even bigger since last time…”
As a maid, she received less affection than a wife, and it had thus been a little while since the last time the residence’s patriarch had spared some of his time for her. She had thus been unaware that his size growth had affected his lower brain to such an extent.
Since she always returned to her original tightness after the fact despite the heavy equipment he wielded, any increase in size down there was very easily noticeable. Especially with her, who was narrower than average.
“And you, Jingyi... You’ve made good progress, haven’t you?”
Anoteros ran his fingers across her face, pushing the Headmaid’s white hair out of her face as they remained tightly joined together. His muscular frame pressed down on her slender and fragile body on the bed.
Jingyi’s soft green eyes dripped with lust... Hazy with pure love…
She had indeed made much progress while her master was busy. Since her awakening had begun, the process had accelerated. Like a snowball falling down the side of a snowy peak, it had grown and grown, taking up more mass and accumulating more momentum in the process.
More and more of her special attributes–Once sealed away and neglected–Had unravelled themselves to daylight. Currently, nearly every day, a new attribute revealed itself. At this very moment, Jingyi was actually only missing a single one.
…When it came to special attributes one could possess, the most common and most well-understood was the bloodline. Whether because it was so common or because it was actually a fact, was unknown. However, most scholars believed that the bloodline was the heart of all attributes. It was said that a bloodline seeped into all other attributes to some extent, and was thus the bedrock of them all–The foundation.
Edrick wasn’t going to weigh in on this convoluted topic, but if true, then it was no coincidence that Jingyi had unlocked her bloodline first.
As for the remaining one… Many likened the physique to a special case among the traits that could occur within a person. It was the second most common trait after bloodlines, but it was far less understood... Less so than pretty much all other traits, whose effects could be easily pinpointed on a general scale.
Physiques were a mixed bag. Some were more literal, such as a person born with a special physique granting them two additional, fully functional arms–While others were more esoteric, or even bordering on the concepts of… Well, concepts.
One of such cases was a physique that made a person capable of learning any spells, as long as they were subjected to or exposed to them enough times. This was despite the person having no actual signs of possessing an abnormal physique other than through direct tests checking for it specifically.
Otherwise, their bodies appeared perfectly normal. Mundane, even.
As such, perhaps it wasn’t a coincidence either that the physique was the only one who hadn’t yet manifested itself…
Once Jingyi had fully awakened and gotten used to it, Edrick was planning on having her train at the Sect Of The Old Decay, and by the same occasion, build a solid connection with this vassal of the Elt family. This was partly why Yaling held the post of Headmaid Assistant, and why the Rococoli had been made to take on the duties of her superior more often. It was all to prepare her to take on the role for an extended period of time, as Jingyi would be busy away from the residence.
However, the physique seemed to be the kind to take its sweet time to show up…
Just keep pounding her, Edrick. If you drive enough Cleansing Elixir into her body, it should eventually be enough to cause her physique to awaken… I can feel that the boon she holds for you is close, but is being held back as well
The boon can only be acquired once she reaches her best self. Ergo, once she fully awakens
‘Huh… You aren’t saying this because you like the way she squeaks when I bed her, right?’
I won’t lie, she does make interesting noises. She almost sounds like a mouse, but I assure you, it should work just fine
‘Alright then… Today is her lucky day, I suppose’
Jingyi unexpectedly got to enjoy the affection of her dear master for several long hours, as he repeatedly rewarded her with his noble rod and superior dew... And the love-making only grew more satisfyingly intense as Edrick could see for himself that the system was correct.
The Cleansing Elixir was indeed stimulating her unawakened physique to the point that the Headmaid couldn’t help but leak inner energies riddled with all sorts of effects associated with death. This caused the bedsheets underneath her to appear as though they were far older than they were, and the wood of some nearby furniture to start decaying, emitting dust, or otherwise fragilising.
Being that Anoteros was booming with overwhelming vigour, he was wholly unaffected, but he didn’t have to worry much. It seemed that even though unintentional on Jingyi’s part, she was still subconsciously making sure not to direct anything harmful toward her master.
Between this and the rigorous activities, everything came to an end not just when Edrick gave one last thrust, but when the bed broke due to having been rendered far less durable…
“Fully awakened, huh? Good girl, Jingyi. Learn well, and you can expect to bear my seed when you return”