The system's crimson glow washed over them, deepening the tension in the air.
The sight was overwhelmingly erotic.
Of course, only Stiletto himself was able to see it, and it had been there hovering at his side this entire time.
He didn't really mind it, though—it was out of the way.
Stiletto braced himself and nodded, determination filling his eyes.
"Oh, Mya~ You have no idea~"
Sure, he might have came prematurely earlier, but he decided that this time he would last longer.
Mya let out a nervous giggle, still feeling a flicker of anxiety beneath the bold bravado she had put on.
"Is that so~? Well then, Young Master, allow me to show you what this love you've been missing feels like~"
With a knowing smile, Mya took a steady breath and then latched her luscious lips onto his cock.
Instantly, he felt his pelvis jolt.
'Oh. my. god. Fuck, this is good~'
The scene before him was almost unbearable—too good to be real.
Down below, the forty-five-year-old busty maid was giving her all—committed to bring her Young Master to completion.
Her tongue moved like a serpent, curling itself around his member.
One hand holding down his base and the other resting on his thigh, she focused solely on pleasuring him.
Stiletto threw his head back.
"MmmMMphh~ Mya, ke—keep going~"
And that, she did.
If anything, Stiletto's words made her press harder.
"OH~ UugHhhhH~"
Tilting his head forward again, he glued his eyes to the art piece below him.
He'd be damned if he missed this visual, being the virgin he is.
Staring down, he noticed her long hair falling onto her face, so he reached forward and held it in place above her, allowing her to focus on her task more efficiently.
What a gentleman.
With her hair now pulled aside, he finally had a clearer view—and in that moment, he felt his cock grow slightly.
The woman sucking his dick was laser-focused on his member, her eyes fixed on her target and nowhere else.
As if it were the only thing in the world.
Her meaty breasts bounced in tandem as spit dribbled down between his thighs.
Between her own thighs, she felt a drop of her pussy juice fall and splash against the hard floor, slipping past her panties.
Which were already soaked.
'Ahhh... I'm losing control of myself~'
Suddenly, she slammed her head down as she took all of him down her tight, warm throat.
Stiletto's hips lifted off the bed's edge as he groaned loudly:
"OH FUCKkkK~"
Mya, with her nose buried in his purple pubic hair, sniffed deeply.
'And... he smells fantastic~ Fuck, what am I doing? How did things end up this way?'
She began bobbing her head once more.
Feeling his cock grow further in her mouth, Mya moaned between licks, having not fully detached from his member yet:
"Mmm—MMphh~ You—ng Mas—ter~"
"OhhhHHhH~ Your tongue fe—MmmPhH—els so gooOOod, Mya~"
Finally, she removed her lips from his immensely hard rod with a pop, and she gazed up at Stiletto for the first time since throating him.
Her cheeks instantly tinged a deep red, embarrassment flooding her like a sudden rush of heat.
That same heat was radiating over her pussy, causing it to pulse erratically.
Tenderly stroking his cock, she spoke:
"Does it really feel that good, Young Master~?"
"Yes~ Oh god, yes. It's the best, Mya~"
She let out a throaty chuckle.
"MmmMMm~ Good, hehe! Then how about this~"
A surge of boldness came over her, and she abruptly bent his cock, rubbing his tip against her sexy nipples and mole.
Stiletto gasped.
"SoOooo—MmmpPHhh—fucking goOOodd~"
A sense of pride washed over her, seeing that she could make her Young Master feel this way—especially at her age.
Using that confidence, she once again took him in her mouth.
Stiletto was freaking out.
'I'm going to cum again... shit! How do I stop this...'
He just needed a moment to rest, and then his eyes widened as a good idea struck him.
This was exactly what he needed to turn the tides, giving him the chance to move at his own rhythm...
Provided she agreed.
'I guess it's finally time... It's been a long time coming!'
Reaching down, he patted Mya's shoulder, prompting her to shoot him a confused glance.
With another pop, his cock left her mouth.
"What is it, Young Master? Have I... done something wrong?"
"No, no. Quite the opposite, Mya. I just..."
Stiletto inhaled slowly, a sliver of anxious anticipation tightening his throat.
"Well... you felt amazing just now. But..."
He paused.
"I want something more from you."
Turning his gaze away to hide his embarrassment, he spoke:
"Get on my bed."
Mya felt her stomach drop.
"Y—Young Master... are you sure?"
"Yes. Yes, I am."
"But... for a maid t—to lay on her master's bed, I—"
Staring intimately into her eyes, he cut her off:
"I don't care. I want you."
"I—"
Unable to utter another word, a war waged in the maid's soul.
A sudden image rose in her mind—her husband and daughter back home.
'What am I doing...?'
She truly cared for her family.
She really did.
But the love...
The love was different—especially when it came to her husband.
They had been married since before she was employed by the Baron.
Just as she had formed a bond with Stiletto's mother, Mya had met her own husband during the war—and she had quickly developed feelings for him.
As the war neared its end, she discovered she was pregnant with their daughter. The two were elated—until the reality set in that they had no means to support her. The war had taken its toll on countless families, and they were no exception.
They were painfully poor.
The nights she spent crying alone in a cramped, run-down hotel—her husband wandering the streets in desperate search of work—were memories she knew she would never shake.
That loneliness, that fear, had etched itself permanently into her heart.
Then, a miracle shone down on them: Valerie du Life.
Her former friend stepped in, using her influence as the Baron's wife to recommend Mya for a maid position.
Of course, Mya was no maid—she had worked as a nurse her entire life...
But something had to change, and so she accepted the job.
With her new salary, she was able to secure a modest apartment in the city for her family and even had enough left to support their child comfortably.
However, her husband had begun to change.
Losing his place as the family's provider seemed to bruise something deep within him. She was almost certain he had grown resentful of her for being the one to carry the burden.
As the years went on and their daughter grew, the arguments between them became more frequent—often erupting right in front of her. Little by little, they both began neglecting her, too weighed down by their own problems.
So it was no surprise when, one day, their daughter came to them with the news that she had been scouted by a spirit academy—and that she wished to leave home and dorm there.
From that point on, her husband had grown lazier and lazier, no longer taking on work at all.
That laggard was the only reason why she was still working at forty-five years of age. Not that she disliked the job, of course... but still.
Actually, funnily enough, this job was the only thing that kept her sane.
There were countless times when she needed to step away from her husband and bury herself in her duties, if only to escape her worries for a little while.
And at the very heart of that...
Was Stiletto.
She wasn't completely aware of it, but watching him grow up before her eyes had given her something she hadn't realized she was missing—a sense of redemption, a chance to raise a child the way she wished she could have with her own.
But more than that...
It gave her hope.
And now, the embodiment of that hope was before her...
Wanting her.
And in all honesty, Mya couldn't deny how deeply her body ached for him too.
Time seemed to freeze.
...
'I'm sorry, James, but...'
Slowly, the mature beauty rose to her feet.
The dress on her lap slid off her thighs as she stood, and Stiletto's eyes glistened with lust as he watched her, now only wearing her panties.
Stepping fully out of the dress, she nudged it to the side as she took a step forward.
Her massive, plush tits hung directly in front of Stiletto as she reached down, gripping his cock once more.
'In this moment... I choose him.'
With his cock throbbing in her hand, she lowered her gaze slightly as a small grin tugged at the corner of her lips, her face flushed with guilt and quiet shame.
"I'll do it."