Vapor Palace. Back in the day, it was called the Secret Hot Springs, but as it lost its secrecy and dragons eager to serve me flocked here in droves, the complex grew into something quite grand, forcing a name change. Even by the standards of dragons who have visited multiple dragon palaces, like Lyra and Bows, it seems to fall into the relatively upscale category. Most dragons don’t prioritize lavish construction; they generally consider a “hidden valley” adequate as long as they can settle in. Building a proper palace is usually reserved for cases where a Dragon Rider requests it or when an existing castle is seized by circumstance. It feels like there’s a disconnect between the name and reality, but I suppose that’s how it goes, since it was other races who originally coined the term “palace.” …I guess this counts as one I commissioned to be built, in a way? Though I only directly requested something modest, like a small resort facility.
Well then.
The palace consists of several large buildings.
There are dormitories for female slaves and guests (provided they can ignore or accommodate the nudity within the palace), a dining hall, my invention workshop, a small indoor stage for entertainment, and over ten other structures connected by covered walkways.
I once worried about whether heavy winter snows might crush them, but applying techniques passed down from the Northern Forest, they withstand even five meters of snow without a single creak. While I personally don’t understand the technology behind it, they’ve endured any blizzard until spring without issue, so my worries have since subsided.
Since completion, dragon takeoffs and landings have been confined to designated pads within the palace (one time, landing on the nearby snowfield attracted a monster, causing quite a panic). During those times, things get a bit hectic, but otherwise, this palace where over a hundred beautiful young women roam about naked or nearly so is… well, come what may, I have to admit it’s the best world there is.
The female slaves, the dragons, the girls from the cat colony, the prostitutes at Cosmos’ place, and the maid corps.
None of them mind being seen completely naked by me; in fact, they’d be perfectly fine if I touched them capriciously or even fucked them.
Things that were once done secretly inside a barrier prison have now become complete routine. As the female slaves wish, my days are spent with less time not having my cock wrapped in someone’s mucous membrane than vice versa.
I can’t really boast about it in front of the children, but I have absolutely no complaints about this lifestyle itself.
Beautiful women who let me do as much explicit stuff as I want while looking happy. It can’t be beat.
Dragons, Elves, and Dark Elves alike show me their naked bodies; I can look at their tits and cunts to my heart’s content and touch them freely. No matter how indecent I am, no one gets in the way, and thanks to the Spirit Spring, even a bit of roughness works out fine.
It is completely my own paradise.
…Well, I do try to hold back a little out of consideration for the children’s eyes, but since I’m expected to, I suppose I have to.
…So that’s how it is.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Master.”
“Good mornin’—!”
As I emerged from one of the dormitory rooms where I spent the night with the female slaves, my cock dangling, two Dark Elf maids from Onyx greeted me. Their attitudes differed in stiffness, but their manners were perfect. The only thing marking them as maids was a single headpiece; otherwise, they were completely naked. Both had perky little tits.
By the way, I haven’t memorized their names yet.
The maid girls apparently don’t mind that I don’t distinguish between individuals in such a state; they show no signs of caring even when called crudely, like “you maid over there.”
Thinking perhaps this was part of a fetish where they “want to be toyed with by the Master as maids,” I grabbed both their tits with my hands without any warning.
“Mmm…”
“Oh, do you want breast fondling?”
“No, I just felt like squeezing. Nice tits. Since I’m going in the hot spring, wash them with these.”
“Yes sir♪”
“I shall attend to you.”
The bright blonde ponytail maid and the strict black-haired short-cut maid. Neither swatted away my hand grabbing their tits; instead, they gently held onto it as if cherishing it, gladly accepting my indecent request.
“Could I also have some morning clit service by the way?”
“Yes sir♪”
“Understood.”
Both of them showed no resistance to transitioning from naked greetings to morning sex service.
All the maid corps girls are like this. Even though they’re virgins, it happens sometimes that I insert my cock and then realize there’s a hymen and get surprised.
“You guys are really dedicated… I mean, regarding education, or rather, the uniformity of fetishes.”
“I love how Master likes it when dozens of lewd, fantasizing maids swarm him, he’s not repulsed by them, and he screws all of them on his way out♪”
“Likewise, I hold you in the highest regard.”
“I get that understanding your own fetishes as a hardship is part of the deal… but I bet there are plenty of people out there who’d hire as many girls like this as they could ever want.”
“Well, sure, there are some nouveau riche types with those kinds of kinks. It’s fine at first, but once they find out about my libido and all that, they usually just dump you. Sometimes a master wants to play little games with his maid, but the moment he hits them on for a real sexual encounter, they get scared.”
“They tend to say things like, ‘If you want sex, buy a whore; maids do maid’s work.’ And if you’re married, of course, wasting your shot on a maid is just asking for marital trouble.”
…That’s a dreamless line of thought. Or rather, it should be considered a dream?
But maybe that’s how it really is… . Normally, a man can’t perform that many times anyway.
Setting aside guys like me, where it’s unclear if they’re even working in the first place, an ordinary working man couldn’t keep up with a high-libido maid every time, no matter how eager she was.
“And so, even though we know you see us as super-lewd maids, we absolutely love having our beloved master fuck us nonstop ♪”
“I shall serve you with my whole heart… ♪”
The deviant maids, whose impressive bodies were brimming with lust despite the lack of modesty, once again colored their voices with the anticipation of sexual intercourse.
I wriggled my firmly held hands once more, smiled at the contrasting feel of the different breast flesh, and headed toward the large bathhouse with them.
After washing off our sweat and everything else in the main bath, we got carried away with the mood, turning it into a Maid Festival Day.
The Obsidian maids work independently around the mansion, keeping themselves busy on their own. They clean, help with cooking, or volunteer to run errands for other guests.
I like to think that what they call a vacation doubles as a sort of training, but there’s also suspicion that it stems from their perverted preference for having people they serve make a move on them.
Anyway.
“Hey.”
I approached one of the dark elf maids cleaning in the hallway and stroked her bare ass, which had nothing left to hide.
No, more than stroke—I immediately started groping… my fingertips threatening to slip into the cleft.
“Master… ♪”
“I’m sorry for interrupting your cleaning, but… could you come over for a bit?”
“Y-Yes… ♪”
The naked maid blushed red and followed me.
She wasn’t particularly flustered by her ass being touched out of the blue… or rather, with good ears like a dark elf’s, there’s no way she wouldn’t have noticed my footsteps coming up behind her.
Then I tried to seduce another dark elf maid nearby I spotted by rubbing her ass.
“You come too. I need something done.”
“Ah, um… right away…?”
“If you’re busy, we can do it later.”
”…I’ll go right now! ♪”
Repeating this process, I gathered around ten maids in total and had them line up against the wall in the hallway, ass-up.
“Not bad. This is a Maid Punishment Festival.”
Grinning from ear to ear, I gazed upon those asses from end to end, basking in pleasure. Of course, since my erect cock was bouncing as I spoke, I looked completely uncool.
Eight of the maids were dark elves. The remaining two were human and elf. The human was the new hire from earlier, a girl with ogre blood.
The elf… she’s an elf from the Cherry Blossom Clan, but while working as a maid in the Baron’s mansion and living here, she got along so well with the Obsidian maids that several of them behave like members of their group.
When I played the same kind of mischief on her, she was delighted to the core, so I ended up including her without thinking much about it.
“Well then, let’s start the punishment from the end.”
“What… what is the pretext for the punishment?”
“Hm?…”
I thought it didn’t really matter, but they seemed to think it did.
“You have to be precise on that part.”
“Asking for forgiveness before being bred is the standard route, after all~”
“If you got pregnant, I could at least have a reason to explain it to the child.”
Wait. Is she actually going to say that?
Is she planning on telling her kid that while working as a lewd maid in a Nude Palace, she got knocked up by a punishment sex?
“I’ve been thinking it over.”
“But it’s important.”
The maids were staring at us intently from behind their hiding spots.
Watching them like this, I couldn’t help but tremble a little; they really are a group of perverts.
“H-How about the punishment being for showing my dirty ass to the Master while working…”
Well, I’ve checked multiple times, but officially I’m not the Master.
Their Master is Mr. Carlos, or rather, the Baron. And besides, stripping naked and working like that isn’t what we do at my actual job.
But then—
“Oh well, it can’t be helped…♪”
“If the Master saw us, he’d shake us off immediately… wet-wet ass♪”
Seemed like they were convinced now.
“Alright… so, to reiterate, punishment time! You bad maids!”
Grabbing the first brown-skinned hip, I thrust my cock in while spouting an unreasonable declaration.
The maid moaned with a voice dripping of joy as she apologized.
“Aaah… ♪ I-I’m sorry♪ Please forgive me♪ A maid who shows off her throbbing ass because she wants to get fucked by the Master, please forgive m-mee…”
Does she want forgiveness? Or not? Does she want me to stop? Or does she want to be ravished more violently?
From the tone of her voice, the words, and the way she thrust her hips forward, I couldn’t tell a thing about this maid’s apology sex.
Enjoying it at full throttle, I stuffed my fingers into the ass next to hers.
Next door was the white ass of the Sakura maid. Despite not being even a female slave, she had been completely influenced and now enjoyed becoming my flesh toilet; a wicked elf ass.
“I’ll do two rounds of ass punishment… Get your apologizing pussy wet and wait for it, you useless maids!”
“Yes sir… ♪”
The naked maids, lined up with their asses out in the open, answered in unison.
…And then, I suddenly glanced twice.
There was a suspiciously low-set ass mixed in.
Did I invite such a small child?
“I apologize for entering without being invited.”
“Of course you know that. We don’t just casually involve twelve-year-old kids… wait, didn’t I say before that we weren’t going to have full intercourse with Kii-chan?”
“Just this once, please.”
“No, stop the kiza (deep bow with palms on ground) already! Why do you even want your dad to fuck you in a rough way like that?!”
”…The punishment for showing my daughter my lewd little cock?”
“The punishment?!”
Mysterious maid-daughter Kii-chan, applying pressure with her deep bow while trying to distract me with deflection.
…After some back-and-forth, thanks to the other maids interceding, she only participated in this round of cleaning-fuck blowjob.
”…Daddy’s semen tastes delicious.”
“You only call me ‘Daddy’ at times like that…”
I had a feeling this girl was going to be a tough one too.