The Freed Slaves Are Obsessed
Chapter 244: The Maid’s Duty

After dinner, I returned to my room.

The girls naturally tried to follow, but I told them not to. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to digest properly otherwise.

They looked disappointed, but it couldn’t be helped.

Even I need time to rest alone now and then.

I sat down, leaning back against the sofa.

‘Should I be exercising or something?’

I eat three meals a day without skipping, but I don’t move at all. I used to go here and there, but ever since I came here, I just sit around all day.

Now I think I understand why nobles and rich people all end up with round figures. At this rate, I might turn out the same.

Knock knock knock.

A knock came at the door.

“Master, I’m sorry to disturb your rest. May I come in for a moment?”

It was Mirabel.

“Of course. Come in.”

The door opened and Mirabel hesitantly stepped inside. Standing in front of me, she fidgeted with her hands.

“Is something the matter?”

“It’s nothing big, but... my maid training is now officially complete. They said I’m ready to serve you directly, starting tomorrow.”

“I see. That must’ve been tough. You’ve done well.”

She hadn’t chosen the easy path. She’d taken the hard road and earned her qualification.

Sure, Mirabel is a natural talent—but only when it comes to magic. This was something she’d accomplished purely through effort.

“To think Mirabel’s become a proper maid. I’m proud of you.”

“...Yes.”

Something about her seemed... off. Even when she came in, there was tension in her voice.

Even now, she couldn’t stay still for a moment. Her head kept twitching, and her pupils wandered back and forth without settling.

“Do you have something else to say?”

“It’s just... the other maids told me there’s one duty every true maid has to perform.”

“There is? And what is it?”

Instead of answering, Mirabel hesitantly stepped closer and gently knelt in front of me.

“P–Please excuse me.”

After asking for permission, she reached her hand toward the waistband of my pants. I was so startled I grabbed her wrist.

Mirabel, caught by the wrist, flinched as if startled too.

“Mirabel? What exactly are you doing right now?”

“They said... relieving the Master’s s–sexual urges is also part of a maid’s duty...”

“Who said that?”

“The other maids...”

So those girls had been putting weird ideas into my Mirabel’s head.

“Well then, Master... Though I have a humble body, I’ll serve you with all my heart.”

As she said that and began to move her hand again, I stopped her. That made Mirabel look up at me with sad eyes.

“Wh–Why? Is it because... my body isn’t enough to please you...?”

“Of course not. It’s just... isn’t it too soon for you, Mirabel?”

“I’m technically an adult, so it’s not that early. At my age, lots of people are married with children.”

Sure, in the old days, people were considered adults young. But to me, it still felt too early.

Especially since she was a witch, her outward appearance looked even younger.

A kid like this... doing sexual service?

That’s messed up.

This was on a completely different level from dressing her up in clothes that suit my tastes.

“To me, it’s still too early. There’s no rush. You have plenty of time. You can grow up more first.”

“I knew it... It’s because of my underdeveloped body that I’m not good enough for Master...”

Mirabel muttered dejectedly and lifted her head.

“Then I’ll just have to change so that I am good enough for Master.”

“...What?”

Burning with resolve in a strange direction, Mirabel summoned her broomstick. Then she began casting a spell on herself.

“If I accelerate time and push my body forward by ten years, I’ll become a mature woman, right? Then I’ll be able to satisfy Master!”

What?! Accelerate time?

My precious doll Mirabel, becoming a grown woman?

“Wait! Stop!”

“Don’t worry, Master! I’ll show you a gorgeous and beautiful woman you won’t be able to keep your hands off of!”

I urgently reached out my hand to stop her, but I couldn’t.

A flash of light burst forth.

I’d never seen such a horrifying glow in my life. When the light faded, what appeared was...

“...Huh?”

It was not what I expected.

Still the same bouncy, sparkly Mirabel.

She looked even more confused than I was.

“Did the spell fail? That can’t be. In that case, one more time!”

Another flash of light.

But again, it was the Mirabel I knew.

“Huh? Again!”

Flash!

“Again!”

Flash!

“Againnnn!”

Flash.

No matter how many times she tried, her appearance didn’t change.

Only her hair grew ridiculously long.

By then, Mirabel seemed to realize something. She touched her soft cheeks, then looked at her tiny hands.

“Wait... don’t tell me... the spell didn’t fail... this is what I’ll look like in ten years? That’s why nothing changed? My body stops growing here?”

She looked utterly shocked.

She couldn’t accept it.

“No way... Then I have to live my whole life like this? I’ll never be able to serve Master the way I want?”

Then she even started sniffling.

“I–I’m sorry, Master... I guess I’ll be stuck like this forever. Nothing will ever change...”

I pulled her into a hug.

“Master...?”

Nestled comfortably in my embrace, her petite frame fits perfectly. Her cheeks are so soft and chewy, I want to nibble on them. Her arms and legs are silky smooth.

"Will Mirabel stay like this forever?"

"This is it. Exactly this."

Mirabel is the best. You are the best.

****

Sitting between my legs, Mirabel sobbed. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her in a back hug.

I was consoling Mirabel, who despaired over her inability to grow any further.

Caressing her soft earlobes and cheeks was purely for her sake, not to satisfy any personal desires.

"To think this state is permanent..."

For me, it's an immense relief that Mirabel will remain this way, but it seems to be a shock to her.

There was no sign of improvement.

"I wanted to serve my master too..."

She still hadn't given up on the idea of service.

"It's fine."

"But..."

"The master says it's fine, but the slave is making more fuss. Do you want to serve me, or is Mirabel just interested?"

Mirabel stopped her sobbing. Her cheeks flushed.

"But other houses have maids just for sexual duties, and sex slaves too, and we don't."

"I don't need them."

"But everyone is anxious, wondering if you don't find us attractive."

"That's not true at all."

It was common for slaves to be sexually obsessed with their masters, even during the games. They'd often say, 'Let's make the master feel good, hmm.'

Even now, it's a precarious situation.

Surrounded by beauties. And not just ordinary beauties.

A gumiho optimized for beguiling men since birth, a princess chosen by a magic mirror, a saintess who turned devout believers into fanatics.

Not to mention elves and witches, noble ladies.

It's hard to keep a {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} clear mind amidst their constant storm of affection from morning until night.

"There's no need to hold back, Master. We swore that day to dedicate everything to you. Please unleash your desires on us."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

Mirabel answered without hesitation.

"But I won't be there... since I'll always look like this."

And then she looked downcast again.

I swiftly lifted Mirabel to face me, gently stroking her cheek, then stole a kiss.

Surprised by the sudden kiss, Mirabel didn't push me away, seemingly determined to stick to her words.

I pressed gently, ensuring she wasn't frightened.

The soft, moist touch. Her lips were tender yet tensely sealed.

I slowly moved my lips, and Mirabel cautiously followed my movements, gradually parting her lips.

Her breath mixed with a light tremor.

I slid my tongue between her lips, causing her shoulders to twitch.

The warmth of her mouth.

The moment I touched the tip of Mirabel's hidden tongue, a thin tremor passed between us.

Her tongue initially retreated as if shrinking from the unfamiliar sensation but then returned, accepting me.

Initially resistant, she gradually yielded to my gentle embrace.

I didn't rush. Slowly, I coaxed Mirabel's tongue, guiding it.

Initially awkward, Mirabel gradually found the rhythm, her movements endearingly clumsy.

I slightly opened my eyes to see Mirabel with her eyes tightly closed. I smiled inwardly, then pulled her closer.

Our vulnerable tongues intertwined, slipping against each other.

The sensation of our tongues sliding intensified our senses. Each contact of our lips, each separation, mixed tiny droplets of saliva, creating a subtle sound.

Our tongues touched, sticky saliva mingling, a subtle sound accompanying. Sweet breaths mixed, generating a hot surge.

How long had it been?

The shy Mirabel had vanished, replaced by one eagerly moving her tongue, enjoying the moment.

Then, I slowly pulled away, creating distance.

Mirabel's tongue followed as if drawn out, and a silver thread of saliva stretched between us.

The kiss left a thin trail, lingering until she exhaled sharply, breaking it.

Mirabel looked up at me with half-open eyes.

Her eyes were hazy. Her breath was quick, and a faint sheen glistened over her blush-colored lips.

A mix of embarrassment and longing was palpable.

I chuckled softly, stroking Mirabel's hair gently.

"From now on, I'll give you a task, Mirabel. Wake me up every morning in the way I just showed you."

"Every day?"

"If you dislike it, I could ask another slave..."

"No, no! I want to do it! I'll do it! Every morning, for Master... Hehe."

Mirabel couldn't hide her smile as she giggled.

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