Vapor Palace. Once referred to as a secret hot spring, it gradually lost its secrecy, attracted an overwhelming number of dragons eager to serve me, and evolved into quite an impressive complex—making a name change unavoidable.
Even from the perspective of dragons who have visited numerous Dragon Palaces, such as those of Lyra or Baus, this place ranks among the more magnificent palaces.
For dragons who prioritize creation over grandeur, any location where they can settle comfortably suffices; typically, Dragon Palaces resemble hidden villages rather than imposing structures. Only when commissioned by dragon riders or when seizing an existing castle for some reason do such elaborate buildings arise.
The name feels somewhat disconnected from reality, but since the term “palace” was originally coined by other races, I suppose it’s only natural.
…Well, technically, this one was built at my request. Though I initially envisioned nothing more than a modest wellness facility.
Anyway. The palace consists of several major structures: dormitories for female slaves and guests (limited to those who can ignore or cater to the nudity within), a dining hall, my invention workshop, and a small indoor stage for entertainment. Over ten buildings are connected by roofs.
I once worried that heavy winter snow might collapse them, but thanks to a secret construction technique from the Northern Forests capable of withstanding five meters of snow without a tremor, they remain unscathed. Though I still don’t fully understand how it works, they’ve endured every blizzard since completion without issue, so my concerns have long faded.
Since dragon arrivals and departures are now confined to designated zones within the palace (once a monster attacked us mid-landing on the snowy plains), those moments can be hectic—but otherwise, this palace is bustling with over a hundred young women walking around in nothing but near-nudity. Honestly, despite everything, it’s the perfect world for me.
Female slaves, dragons, girls from the cat colony, courtesans from Cosmos-san’s establishment, and the maid squad—all of them exist in a realm where they show their bare bodies to me without hesitation, willingly accepting any touch or act I desire.
What used to be secret activities within barrier prisons have now become daily routine. As per the slaves’ wishes, I spend far more time with my penis wrapped in someone’s mucous membranes than not.
Though I can’t boast too much given the children around me, I harbor no complaints whatsoever about this lifestyle. Beautiful women who eagerly indulge my every erotic whim—what could be better?
Dragons, elves, and dark elves alike proudly display their nakedness, allowing unrestricted access to breasts and intimate areas. No matter how indecent I become, no one interferes, and thanks to the sacred spring, even minor excesses are tolerated. It’s my private paradise.
…Still, I do exercise some restraint out of consideration for the children—but since they expect me to fulfill their desires, I have no choice but to comply.
…In any case.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Master.”
“Goood mornin’~!”
Two dark elf maids—one with silver hair and a ponytail, the other with black short hair—greet me with contrasting attitudes yet flawless manners as I rise from our shared dormitory room, dangling my penis. Both wear only headpieces; otherwise, they’re completely naked, sporting magnificent, trembling breasts.
By the way, I haven’t learned their names yet. The maids seem content with my lack of individual recognition, showing no objection to being addressed vaguely as “that maid” or similar.
Perhaps this reflects part of their kink: wanting to be toyed with by their master as maids. Thinking so, I grab both their breasts without warning.
“Mmph…”
“Oh, you want a blowjob?”
“No, I just wanted to feel them. Such lovely breasts. Since they’re soaked in hot spring water, let’s wash them with these.”
“Yes~♪”
“I’ll take care of it.”
The cheerful silver-haired ponytail maid and the stern black-haired short-hair maid not only don’t push away my hand but gently hold it as I grasp their breasts, happily consenting to my indecent request.
“By the way, can I also ask for a wake-up vaginal service?”
“You got it~♪”
“Understood.” Neither of them showed any resistance to transitioning from a full-nude greeting straight into morning sex service. All the maids in the corps are like this. Even virgins react this way; sometimes I’ve had to insert myself before they even realize their hymen is intact, only to be startled afterward.
“You guys really know how to handle things… more like education, or perhaps unifying sexual fetishes.”
“Even if dozens of lecherous fantasy maids swarm us, we won’t back down. Our master loves it when everyone gets used before heading home~♪”
“I feel the same; I salute you.”
“You understand that your own sexual preferences can be complicated… but there seem to be plenty of people who’d hire girls like this whenever they want.”
“Not entirely true. There are nouveau riche types who enjoy that, but it’s only at first. Once they realize our desires and other things about us, they tend to discard us. Some might occasionally want to prank their maids, but if faced with genuine sexual advances, they get scared stiff.”
“People often say, ‘If you want sex, hire a prostitute; maids should stick to their duties.’ Married men especially can’t afford to waste shots on maids, as it would cause discord in the household.”
…A rather unromantic conversation. Or should I say, surprisingly dreamy?
But maybe that’s just how it is… Ordinary people simply aren’t capable of handling so many rounds.
As for someone like me, who doesn’t even clearly understand whether I’m working or not, that’s one thing. But ordinary men employed in society, even if surrounded by highly lustful maids, probably can’t keep up with them exclusively.
“Anyway, even though we’re hyper-sexual maids, we absolutely love our masters who enthusiastically indulge us~♪”
“We shall serve you wholeheartedly…~♪”
The voluptuous women, whose chests and buttocks brim with eroticism, gather as a group of perverted maids, their voices tinged with the anticipation of further acts.
I firmly grasp both hands they’ve offered, make them tremble again, smile at the contrasting textures of their soft flesh, and lead them toward the large bathhouse.
After sweating out all sorts of fluids in the bathhouse, our interest peaks, turning it into Maid Festival Day. Onyx’s maids voluntarily take on various tasks throughout the palace: cleaning, assisting with cooking, or stepping in to handle errands for other guests staying here. While this vacation also serves as a kind of training program, there’s suspicion that their desire to have us work stems from their own sexual preferences rather than genuine dedication.
Anyway…
“Hello.”
I approach one of the dark elf maids sweeping the hallway and stroke her bare rear, which has nothing to hide.
Well, stroking it is an understatement; I immediately start kneading it, my fingertips creeping into the crevice between her buttocks.
“My master…~♪”
“I’m sorry for interrupting your cleaning… but could you come with me for a moment?”
“Yes…~♪”
The fully nude maid blushes and follows me obediently.
She wasn’t even surprised by the sudden touch to her rear… or rather, how could she not notice my footsteps? Dark elves have keen hearing.
Then I approach another dark elf maid I spot nearby and invite her as well.
“You too, come with me. I need you.”
“Oh, um… right away?”
“If you’re busy, we can do it another time.”
”…Right away! Coming now~♪”
I repeat this process, gathering about ten maids in total. In the hallway, they lean against the wall and line up their bare rears side by side. “Perfect. It’s Maid Spanking Festival time.”
Grinning, I gazed from end to end at her ass, lost in pleasure. Of course, my erection bounced with every word I spoke, so there was no way I could maintain a proper demeanor. The eight maids were dark elves; the remaining two were human and elf. The human was one of the new recruits from before—a girl with mixed ogre heritage. As for the elf… she belongs to the Sakura clan, but while working as a maid at the Baron’s estate and living here, she became too close to the Onyx Maid Group, acting just like one of them. There are even a few others who’ve done the same. Since they’d be delighted if I played tricks on them too, I can’t help but include them in my antics.
“Then let’s begin the punishment from end to end!”
“W-wait, what exactly is this ‘punishment’ supposed to be?”
“Huh…?”
Anything would do, I thought, but it seemed they were quite particular about having a specific reason.
“You need to be more serious about this.”
“But being impregnated while asking for forgiveness is the standard procedure, isn’t it?”
“And if you get pregnant, you can explain the child’s existence too!”
Wait. Are you actually saying that? If I were working as a lustful maid in the Naked Palace, wouldn’t you tell your child, “That was because you got impregnated during punishment”? “I’ve been overthinking it.” “But it’s important.” The maids stared at me intently. Shivering slightly, I realized this group truly has some strange fetishes.
“How about punishing them for facing their erotic buttocks toward their master while working?”
Well, even after confirming multiple times, I’m not officially their master. Their master is Mr. Carlos—or the Baron himself—and displaying such blatant eroticism at work wouldn’t happen in a proper workplace.
But…
“Then there’s no choice but to accept it…♪”
“If Master sees us, we’ll be punished… Wet and glistening buttocks, oh my!♪”
They seemed satisfied with that explanation.
“Alright… then let’s restart the punishment! You naughty maids!”
I grabbed the first brown hip and thrust my cock inside while uttering unreasonable words. With a voice trembling with pleasure, the maid apologized as she cried out. “Aaah…♪ I’m sorry…♪ Please forgive me…♪ A maid who wiggles her plump buttocks to show how much she wants to be ridden by her master—please forgive me…♪”
Does she want forgiveness? Or does she want it stopped? Does she want to be ravaged intensely? From her voice, her words, and the way she thrusts her hips, there’s no telling what she means—it’s just a maid’s apologetic sex. While enjoying this with gusto, I inserted my finger into the next ass beside me. Next to me was Sakura’s maid’s white buttocks. Even though she wasn’t a female slave, she’d been so influenced that she now enjoyed being treated as my meat container—a naughty elf ass.
“I’ll give you two rounds of punishment… Wait there with your wet apologetic pussy, you useless maids!”
“Yes…♪”
All the naked maids lined up with their buttocks thrust forward responded in unison.
…and then, I caught myself glancing twice. Something was off—the ass seemed unnaturally low. Did I really invite someone that small?
“I apologize for entering without being summoned.”
“Of course you get it? We don’t casually mix in twelve-year-olds… and besides, didn’t you say earlier you wouldn’t go all the way with Kei-chan?”
“Please, just…”
“No, stop getting on your knees! I can’t fathom why a father would want to be assaulted in such a rush!”
”…As punishment for showing my daughter that lewd penis?”
“Punishment?!”
Amidst the pressure of kneeling, Kei-chan—the mysterious maid daughter—deflected with an evasive remark, stirring things up.
…After a back-and-forth, thanks to the intercession of the other maids, I ended up participating in cleaning oral sex again.
”…Your daddy’s semen tastes delicious.”
“Only say ‘daddy’ at times like this…”
I sense this girl is a formidable opponent.