Chapter 208: Chapter 32 - The Fall To Debauchery (2)



"The Master is currently being serviced by one of his maids, but no one can handle his insatiable appetite alone. She needs help. Charlotte, go to the dressing room to the left and put on something from there. I want you to look presentable for the Master," the maid instructed.

"I-Is there really no other choice?" I asked, my voice trembling with desperation.

"There is, but this is the better option," she replied, her tone softening just a touch, though her eyes remained cold. "You don't want to end up pregnant by some random guy you don't even know, do you? Better to endure this and keep some control over your fate."

So the other option was still to prostitute myself, huh? It was either being used by one man or multiple men. Either way, I still had to sell my body. In this case, the former seemed like the lesser evil, but...

"Don't worry," said the maid. "The Master is gentle your first time."

I felt a firm yet gentle push, urging me out of the office.

"Oh, and since you'll be servicing him, call him Master," she added. "No prostitute calls their clients by name. It's always Master, dear customer, or something along those lines. After you change in the dressing room, go to the door seven rooms down from here. You'll see a double door with a label that says 'Love Nest.' If no one responds when you knock, just go in.

I'm sure the Master will be too occupied with the sounds of pleasure to notice anything else."

After that, she closed the door. My knees sank to the floor, and a few seconds later, I slumped forward, my head resting against the door. This was a nightmare. Why did I have to go through this?

Before I knew it, I was in the dressing room where the maid had ordered me to go. The room was filled with... maid outfits? There were only maid uniforms here. Was this the fetish of the so-called Master? For now, though, I had to put one on.

Whether I liked it or not, I had no choice.

I walked through the halls, finally reaching a room with a label that read "Love Nest." This was the room the maid had told me to go to. I was now wearing a maid uniform. Unexpectedly, it was made from high-quality fabric that felt very comfortable against my skin.

Despite the comfort of the fabric, the reality of the situation kept my nerves on edge. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

I knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the silence of the corridor. No response greeted me. Should I retreat now? No, the maid's instructions were clear. If no one answered, I should enter. With hesitant fingers, I grasped the doorknob and slowly turned it, the anticipation tightening my chest.

As the door creaked open, even the slight gap released a pungent aroma, a mixture of sweat and something primal, lingering in the air. Though unfamiliar with such scents, I could only assume it was the essence of sex itself. And as the door revealed a sliver of the scene within, my suspicions were confirmed—the unmistakable sounds of pleasure filled the room.

"Ahhh, ahhn, ahhh, M-Master, r-right there! Ahh, ahh, ahh, I'm cumming again! C-Cum together! L-Let's cum togetherrr!"

Despite myself, I couldn't resist stealing a glance through the slightest gap in the door. Instantly, I was struck speechless, my hand flying to cover my gaping mouth in shock. What I witnessed beyond that threshold was pure, unadulterated primal passion. A man, his hips pounding into a woman clad in a maid uniform like mine, from behind.

He gripped the horns attached to her head, using them for leverage as he drove into her with relentless force. She faced my direction, her expression a mix of ecstasy and abandon.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm the owner of Leonamon, though I don't handle the business myself. I just supervise and oversee our income data, that's all."

"I-It's really surprising. I didn't expect someone as young as you to build a company empire like this. And especially not you, Leon."

"Well, I've got some incredibly talented people who've helped me get this far," he replied. "Without them, Leonamon might not have existed at all."

Surely, he was just being modest, but I assumed that even with those talented people, without him, this company might not exist at all.

"And so? What is your favor?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I gulped, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. His voice seemed to take on a darker edge, even though it hadn't changed.

"C-Can you help me with the situation I find myself in? Y-You see, my father sold me to your company, but I don't really want to be sold," I stammered, my voice trembling. "Um, I wonder if you could help me with that."

Leon pondered for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm? So what you're essentially saying is that you don't want to have sex with me? Is that it?"

"Y-Yes," I replied, my voice shaky. I tried to be a little calculating by slightly peeking at him, but my eyes betrayed me and drifted to his crotch.

"Heh." Leon smirked. "You really are something, Charlotte. Let me guess, you don't want to do this because you don't want someone other than your beloved Professor Sesillian to take your virginity, am I right?"

"H-Huh?"

His voice had changed completely, now edged with a dark undertone. I could feel in my veins that this was Leon's true nature. More than that, how did he know I was in love with Professor and saving my chastity for him? I was sure I hadn't told anyone about that, not even my closest friends.

No. Maybe he just guessed and didn't really know. Yes, that had to be it. Why would he know otherwise?

"W-What are you saying? I have no idea what you're talking about."

I was pretty sure I tried my hardest to keep my voice composed. But, apparently, Leon had caught the slight tremble in it.

"Do you really think you can lie, Charlotte? If you truly have no idea what I'm talking about, then what is this?"

He held up his phone, the screen casting a cold light on my face. The moment my eyes focused on the image, I felt the blood drain from my veins, leaving me cold and numb.

There, in stark detail, was a photo of me stripping in front of Professor Sesillian. The vulnerability, the raw exposure of the moment captured forever in that single frame.