Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 75: Sneaky maid [18+]

’He is mine,’ Lily thought, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. ’She might have his ring, but I have his body. Let’s see who really serves the Master best.’

Without a word, Lily carefully rose from her knees, her movements agonizingly slow and silent. She moved over Alex’s hips, her starched black-and-white maid uniform rustling ever so slightly. She gathered the hem of her skirt in her hands and hiked it up past her waist.

Alex watched her, his breath hitching.

From his perspective, the visual was pure, concentrated sin. Lily was fully dressed in her immaculate, professional uniform from the waist up, the white frills of her apron glowing faintly in the morning light. But from the waist down, she was completely exposed. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her soaked black lace panties and pulled them aside, revealing her dripping, swollen center.

The danger of the situation was absolute madness. Emma’s small, pale hand was currently resting flat against Alex’s chest. If the Yandere woke up right now and saw the Head Maid straddling her fiancé, the room would turn into a slaughterhouse.

And yet, that very realization sent a spike of pure, electrifying adrenaline straight to Alex’s groin. The taboo of the moment—fucking his busty, devoted maid while his obsessive, virgin fiancée slept off her exhaustion right next to them—pushed his arousal to an agonizing peak.

’If we make a single sound, we’re dead,’ Alex thought, a wicked, thrill-seeking smirk forming on his lips.

Lily hovered over him. Because Emma was curled so tightly against his right side, Lily had to angle her body awkwardly, planting her hands on the mattress on either side of his head to support her weight.

She lined up her slick, aching entrance with the thick head of his cock.

She bit down hard on her own lower lip to suppress a moan, and slowly, millimeter by millimeter, began to sink down onto his shaft.

Squelch.

The wet, slippery sound of her taking him in was deafening to their hyper-aware ears.

Alex gritted his teeth, his head falling back against the pillows. The contrast was mind-melting. Lily was incredibly hot, her internal walls swollen and spasming with intense arousal, gripping him tightly. The friction of her wet sheath sliding over him, combined with the soft, terrifying warmth of Emma’s sleeping breaths puffing against his bare ribs, was sensory overload.

Lily finally sank down to the hilt, completely swallowing his length. She paused, her arms trembling slightly as she held her weight above him. She looked down into Alex’s eyes, her face flushed, her chest heaving heavily beneath her buttoned-up uniform.

’I’m doing it,’ Lily thought, a euphoric wave of triumph washing over her. ’I’m riding the Master right in front of her face, and the little bitch doesn’t even know.’

Lily began to move. She couldn’t slap her hips against his, and she couldn’t ride him with the brutal, wild abandon she usually craved. It had to be a slow, agonizingly deep, grinding rhythm.

She lifted her hips just a few inches, the tight walls of her pussy milking his cock, before slowly sinking back down, grinding her swollen clit against the base of his shaft.

Alex reached up with his free left hand. He couldn’t move his right arm—it was still securely wrapped around Emma’s waist. He grabbed the back of Lily’s thigh, his fingers digging into the smooth skin just below the hem of her bunched-up skirt, helping guide her agonizingly slow, rolling thrusts.

The silence made every sensation ten times stronger. They communicated entirely through burning eye contact and sharp, muffled exhales.

Lily’s golden eyes rolled back slightly as a particularly deep grind hit her G-spot. She squeezed her eyes shut, a soft, high-pitched whine threatening to escape her throat.

Alex quickly brought his hand up and pressed his palm firmly over Lily’s mouth.

Lily’s eyes snapped open, looking down at him. She licked his palm, her wet tongue swirling against his skin, completely submitting to his control. The rough, dominant gesture only fueled her blazing arousal. She ground her hips down harder, burying him as deep as she possibly could.

Suddenly, the unthinkable happened.

Emma shifted in her sleep.

With a soft, sleepy murmur, the petite blonde girl rolled closer to Alex, seeking his body heat. Her right arm, which had been resting on his chest, slid downward.

Her small, pale hand brushed directly against the side of Lily’s bare, moving thigh.

Both Alex and Lily froze instantly. Their blood turned to ice.

Lily stopped breathing entirely. She remained perfectly still, impaled to the hilt on Alex’s cock, her eyes wide with sheer terror. Alex’s heart hammered against his ribs so violently he was sure it would wake the girl sleeping on him.

Emma murmured something incomprehensible, her fingers twitching against Lily’s skin.

For three agonizing seconds, the world stopped turning. The threat of violent, magical death hung over the bed like a guillotine.

Then, Emma simply sighed, her hand falling limply onto the mattress, and her breathing returned to a deep, even, snoring rhythm. She was too physically exhausted from the night before to wake up.

The wave of relief that crashed over them was instantly replaced by a tidal wave of explosive lust. The sheer terror had acted like a catalyst, multiplying their arousal tenfold.

Lily looked down at Alex, a manic, thrill-drunk smile breaking across her flushed face.

She started moving again, faster this time, abandoning a fraction of her caution for the sake of the overwhelming high.

Squish. Squelch.

The wet sounds of their joined bodies were muffled by the heavy velvet curtains and the thick blankets, but the friction was undeniable. Alex thrust his hips upward in time with her downward grinds, fighting the urge to completely lose control and pound into her.

He was incredibly close. The combination of Lily’s hot, milking sheath and the psychological high of the taboo situation was pushing his legendary stamina to its absolute breaking point.

"Mmph!"

Lily bucked wildly against his hand, her inner walls suddenly clamping down on his shaft in a series of violent, crushing spasms. She was climaxing, her body shuddering uncontrollably above him, her pussy milking him with absolute, greedy perfection.

The intense pressure triggered Alex’s release.

He bit the inside of his cheek to stay quiet, his hips locking upward as he erupted deep inside his Head Maid. Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded her womb, adding to the messy, slippery heat between their bodies.

Lily slumped forward, utterly drained, resting her forehead against Alex’s shoulder, taking extreme care not to bump into Emma’s sleeping head. She panted heavily against his skin, her entire body trembling with the aftershocks of the most thrilling orgasm of her life.

She slowly, reluctantly lifted her hips, pulling off his softening cock with a soft, wet pop. She hastily pulled her soaked lace panties back into place and smoothed down her starched black skirt, transforming back into the picture of a demure, professional servant.

She looked down at the masterpiece she had created. The young master was thoroughly satisfied, and the psychotic fiancé hadn’t suspected a thing.

Lily leaned down, pressing a feather-light, triumphant kiss to Alex’s cheek.

’I win,’ she mouthed silently, her golden eyes flashing with smug satisfaction.

With quiet, graceful steps, the Head Maid slipped out of the master bedroom, leaving Alex to deal with the messy aftermath and the ticking time bomb still sleeping soundly.

****

The click of the bedroom door locking behind Lily was the only sound in the room.

I lay there for a moment, my heart rate slowly returning to normal, staring up at the canopy of the bed. The sheer, intoxicating thrill of the last ten minutes still hummed in my veins.

But I didn’t have time to bask in the afterglow. I was currently covered in a highly incriminating mixture of sweat, Lily’s juices, and my own seed. If my fiercely obsessive fiancée woke up and smelled another woman’s scent on me, the peaceful morning would instantly turn into a localized bloodbath.

Carefully, so as not to disturb the sleeping girl draped across my side, I channeled a tiny fraction of my mana.

[Basic Water Magic: Cleansing Mist]

A localized, warm mist washed over my lower half, evaporating the sticky evidence of my Head Maid’s treasonous morning service.

Just as the mana dissipated, Emma stirred.

She let out a soft, contented hum, burying her face deeper into my chest. Her long eyelashes fluttered open, revealing those striking, golden eyes. They were hazy with sleep, but the moment they locked onto my face, they filled with an overwhelming, obsessive adoration.

"Good morning, Sir Alex," she whispered, her voice raspy from a night of screaming my name. She tilted her head up and planted a soft, lingering kiss on my jawline. "Or should I say... Husband?"

"Good morning, Emma," I smiled, stroking her messy blonde hair. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I have in years," she sighed happily, tracing the muscles of my chest with her small index finger. She looked down at my lap, her cheeks flushing a brilliant shade of pink as she noticed my morning arousal.

"My goodness," she giggled, a mix of awe and possessive pride in her voice. "Even after all we did last night, you’re still so... energetic. I suppose it’s my duty as your fiancée to take responsibility for that, isn’t it?"

Before she could get any dangerous ideas about initiating round six, I gently grabbed her wrists.

"Tempting," I chuckled, kissing her forehead. "But we have classes to attend today. And since it’s your first official day as a transfer student, it wouldn’t do for you to be late."

Emma pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. "Classes are boring. I just want to stay in bed with you forever."

"Come on. Let’s get washed up."

I scooped her up into my arms. Emma let out a bubbly squeal, wrapping her arms securely around my neck as I carried her into the en-suite bathroom.

The bathroom was a massive, luxurious space carved from white marble, featuring a sunken tub large enough to comfortably fit four people. I turned the brass dials, letting the enchanted faucets fill the tub with steaming, lavender-scented water.

I stepped into the tub, bringing Emma down with me.

"Ah, it’s so warm," she sighed, instantly melting against my chest as the water enveloped us.

"Turn around," I instructed smoothly, grabbing a sponge and a bar of expensive soap. "Let me wash your back."

Emma obeyed happily. She sat between my legs, presenting her smooth, pale back to me. The faint, reddish handprints I had left on her hips the night before were still slightly visible—a physical mark of my claim that seemed to bring her immense, twisted satisfaction every time she looked at them.

I gently scrubbed her shoulders and back, washing away the dried sweat and the remnants of her lost innocence.

"My turn," she declared once I was finished.

She spun around, splashing water playfully, and took the sponge from my hand. Despite her petite frame, she was incredibly thorough. She scrubbed my chest, her small hands massaging my shoulders with surprising strength. But her focus inevitably wandered.

She pressed her modest, perky breasts flush against my torso, using her own body to lather the soap across my skin. Her golden eyes looked up at me through wet, blonde bangs, burning with an intense, territorial heat.

"You smell so good, Alex," she whispered, burying her nose in my wet neck, taking a deep, greedy inhale. "You smell like me. Only me."

"Are you marking your territory, Emma?" I teased, resting my hands on her waist under the water.

"Of course I am," she replied fiercely, her angelic facade slipping just enough to show the possessive yandere beneath. "I want everyone in this Academy to know exactly who you belong to."

After a long, highly distracting bath, we finally got out and dressed.

Emma looked absolutely breathtaking in the Merchen Academy uniform. The crisp white blouse and pleated skirt suited her perfectly, making her look like a literal saint descended from the heavens. She stood on her tiptoes, carefully adjusting the silver tie of my uniform jacket, her fingers lingering obsessively on my collar.

"Perfect," she smiled, patting my chest.