The system, still not having dematerialized, cast an erotic red glow over the scene as she responded.
Of course, the glow was visible only to Stiletto.
"Uh... uh— uhm... Tha—"
"Do you not like this...?"
With Stiletto's hand settled directly on top of Mya's—far too close to his cock, lingering on his inner thigh—she stuttered slightly as she kept eye contact:
"What? Oh... n—no... That's not..."
She stole a glance at her Young Master's hard rod.
"...What I was going to say is that I can tell you, without a doubt, that it is perfectly normal to feel the way you do, Young Master.
Blushing, she added softly:
"Even at my age, it is not uncommon to want to feel needed. To feel... loved."
"Don't you have a husband, Mya?"
Startled by the sudden question—for more than one reason—her eyes widened.
"Huh...?! W—what does he have to do with this?"
"You just said that at your age, you don't feel loved."
"N—no, no I didn't..."
Her breath caught as the words left her mouth.
In that instant, she realized she had implied exactly that—without meaning to, without even noticing it herself.
She couldn't bring herself to deny it; if she truly didn't feel neglected, she wouldn't have mentioned her age in the same breath as wanting to feel loved. The admission had slipped out before she could stop it.
'Maybe...'
As her head spun, overwhelmed by everything, Stiletto took a chance.
"Mya..."
With his hand still resting atop hers, he slowly began to guide it closer toward his center.
The maid instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Stiletto persisted.
Seeing the young man's strength and determination, she felt her heart skip a beat.
'Strong...'
She glanced once more at his cock before looking back up at him.
"Young Master, I'm not sure—"
Feeling the moment of truth approaching, Stiletto met her gaze with a sincere intent in his eyes, cutting her off.
"Mya... look at me."
Taking a deep breath, he began his speech.
"You've been with me for as long as I can remember... helping me with everything—feeding me, clothing me, bathing me when I was little, and so much more. I'm eternally grateful for that... and for you. Mya... I don't want to make things awkward between us. But like I said before, the truth is that I've been yearning for... something. And right now, in this moment, that something... is you. I've always cared for you."
Finishing, the mature woman's fingertips touched his base.
In truth, Stiletto was conflicted.
The woman before him was truly a beauty, and he reacted instinctively to that.
But the memories of the previous Stiletto had folded into his own, and he couldn't ignore the other side of it—he saw her in a different light also, like a motherly figure of sorts.
So his whole speech carried a mix of truth and white lies.
Sure, he had never met this woman in his entire life, which made the whole ordeal feel absurd. But even so, he truly did feel genuine warmth toward her, one he couldn't deny—borrowed memories or not.
He watched her closely, almost able to see the battle playing out behind her bleak eyes.
She, too, stared back at him—the air seeming to freeze between them.
'Maybe... its...'
Feeling her nerves build, she turned her gaze aside.
"I apologize, Young Master... I—I don't know what to say..."
Abruptly, she let out a cute screech as she felt a hand at her hip, pulling her in.
In an instant, the two of them were sitting extremely close to one another.
Mya felt Stiletto's breath on her neck, her body instantly responding.
'It smells good...'
Stiletto let a small smirk slip as he made sure she was locking eyes with him.
"Don't be sorry... Don't worry about what to say. Just..."
Suddenly, the two of them locked lips as Stiletto leaned forward.
Mya felt stunned, his tongue invading her mouth.
'Wha— Oh my gods..."
But strangely, she couldn't bring herself to resist.
Or maybe... she simply didn't want to.
Stiletto pulled back for a moment, a mischievous glint in his eye as he finished his sentence and drew in a breath.
"...Stay beautiful. Don't trouble yourself over what to say or how to act. Just... be you."
His words seemed to trigger something deep within the mature maid, prompting her to lean forward this time.
'Maybe... it's... okay.'
Her fingers still rested on his base, and she slowly curled them around it, gently stroking his cock as they continued.
"MmMMphh~"
Mya's body shuddered as she felt Stiletto's hand slide down, palming her plump ass.
'That feels good... how does he know that's my weak spot?!'
He didn't know.
In fact, the only thing in his mind was sheer panic.
'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Am I really about to have sex with a hot MILF?! A sexy maid, at that?!'
Stiletto hadn't actually expected to get this far... he was insanely nervous.
Many thoughts ran rampant through his mind as they continued to fight for position in each other's mouths.
'Shit, her tongue feels too good. Her fingers are the greatest thing in the universe! Wait... SHIT! Am I really about to cum already?!'
His lower back buckled.
"Uhmp—mMMmpHhm~"
In barely a minute of action, Stiletto had blown a load all over Mya's fingers.
The two unlocked their tongues as saliva spilt between them.
Mya's face reddened as she observed her hand, then slowly returned her focus back to her Young Master.
Stiletto, in turn, returned her flustered look, his own cheeks tinged red.
"I—I'm sorr—"
He felt both his cock thump and his heart stop when she pulled back her hand, brought it to her mouth, and began to lick it clean.
She flashed him a sly, devious grin.
In that moment, Stiletto felt he was in trouble.
This woman was dangerous.
After sucking her fingers clean, Mya ran her tongue over her lips with a seductive glint in her eyes.
"Young Master, was it not you who just told me not to be sorry? In that case..."
With swift grace, the maid dismounted the bed's edge and positioned herself between his thighs.
Gazing up at Stiletto on her knees, the woman reached out and grabbed his softening shaft in her hand.
With a slight shift forward, she inhaled deeply—savoring his balls' aroma.
Leaning back, she relished his expression as she finished her sentence:
"...You don't be sorry, either."
An affectionate, earnest smile softened her features.
"Just... 'be you.' Hehe..."
Stiletto felt his heart thump.
He had never experienced love before—not even in all his eighteen years spent back on Earth.
But this...
This had to be what it felt like, right?
Hearing his heart pound in his chest, Stiletto answered her with a weak nod.
He had planned to test the woman and confirm how favorability worked—and honestly, he was almost certain he'd succeeded.
But, what caught him off guard was that he thought he would be the one applying pressure... not her.
Mya giggled.
"Good then... you be you, and I'll be me. So allow me to be myself once more, Young Master~"
Moving with quiet elegance, the maid reached behind herself to undo her white apron's back strap. She then lifted it free, setting it gently on the ground beside her.
In the same motion, she quickly slipped off her shoes and socks, placing them at her side.
Then, with the same practiced ease, she reached for the row of buttons running down the back of her dress, slipping each one open in turn.
When she finished, she eased her arms out of the sleeves one at a time, carefully holding the upper part of the dress in place to keep herself covered.
With her hands placed on the dress collar's hem, Mya looked up at Stiletto bashfully.
"I ask that if you don't like them... p—please just keep it to yourself. This older woman's heart can only take so much, alright?"
Stiletto's sporadic breathing finally settled.
For a moment, he stepped out of his internal panic—only to feel a flicker of frustration instead.
Why was this gorgeous woman before him thinking so little of herself?
"Stop. Right now, in this moment, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Mya's cheeks lit up even more as she gave a cute little nod, casting her gaze aside.
From there, she took a deep inward breath before letting go.
Instantly, Stiletto felt his cock jump.
Due to the design of the maid outfit, no cleavage was visible at all. Of course, when he first saw her earlier, he could tell by how tight-fitting her clothes were that she carried quite large breasts...
Still, what met his eyes was nothing like he had expected—surpassing even his highest expectations.
Her voluminous, fleshy tits bounced—a sexy mole hanging diagonally from her right nipple.
Stiletto gulped.
"You're... you're perfect."
The heaviness in her expression dissolved instantly, replaced by the same bold confidence she had worn earlier.
Stretching her hand out once more, she eagerly gripped on Stiletto's hardening pole.
His veins pulsed beneath her palm, sending an involuntary shiver through her as she suddenly became aware of her own wetness.
"By the reaction this bad boy right here is giving... I'd say you're telling the truth~"
Feeling her arousal build with each passing moment, she bent her head slightly and licked her tongue upward, coating his cock from his base all the way up to the his tip with her saliva.
Stiletto let out a stifled groan.
"OhhhUuhHh~"
Her face set with fervent resolve, Mya spoke:
"Ready to feel this willing maid's throat, Young Master~?"