Vapor Palace.
In the old days, I used to call it the Secret Hot Spring, but I was forced to rename it as it gradually ceased to be a secret, as far too many dragons began gathering with a desire to serve me, and the complex itself grew quite magnificent. Even to dragons who have visited numerous other dragon palaces, such as Lyra or Bows, this place is considered a rather grand example of a palace. For dragons who don’t prioritize architectural grandeur, as long as they have a place where they can settle down, a dragon palace is typically more of a “hidden village” in reality. It is said that naming a place a “palace” with impressive architecture is usually reserved for cases where a Dragon Rider commissioned it to be built, or when someone has taken over an existing castle due to some particular circumstance. The terminology and the reality are somewhat disconnected, but since they say it was the other races who originally called it a “palress,” I suppose that’s just how it is. …I suppose, in a sense, I am the one who had it built to this scale. Though my direct instructions were only for something more modest, like a small retreat.
Now then. The palace is composed of several large structures. There are over ten buildings connected by rooftops, including lodgings for the female slaves and guests (though only those who can either ignore or play along with the naked residents of the palace), a dining hall, my invention workshop, and a small indoor stage for entertainment. I once worried whether the heavy winter snow would crush them, but the construction utilizes a secret method from the Northern Forest that remains unshaken even under five meters of snow. Personally, I have no idea what that technique actually is, but since the structures have survived every heavy snowfall unscathed until spring, I haven’t worried about it since. Since its completion, I have restricted dragon arrivals and departures to the palace’s internal landing site (once, a monster wandered over because they were landing in a nearby snowy plain, which caused a bit of a panic). While it gets a little hectic during those times, on all other days, this palace is a place where over a hundred women in their prime roam around naked or near-naked… well, for lack of a better word, to me, it is quite simply the greatest world imaginable. The female slaves, the dragons, the girls from the cat colony, the prostitutes from Ms. Cosmos’s place, and the maid corps. A world where none of them have any intention of hiding themselves even if seen completely naked by me; a world where it is perfectly fine to be touched or taken on a whim. Events that used to be held secretly within the barrier prison have now become a complete part of daily life. Just as the female slaves desired, I now spend my days with fewer hours where my cock isn”t wrapped in someone’s mucous membrane. I can’t exactly boast about it in front of the children, but I have absolutely no complaints about this lifestyle. Beautiful women who happily let me have my way as much as I want. Isn’t it the best? Dragons, Elves, and Dark Elves all show off their naked bodies, letting me see their breasts and pussy and touch them all I want. No matter how rough I get, no one interrupts me, and thanks to the Spirit Spring, I can get away with a fair amount of excess. It is a paradise made entirely for me. …Well, I do try to exercise some restraint out of consideration for the children’s eyes, but since they expect me to perform, I suppose I have no choice. …And so.
“Good morning.” “Good morning, Master.” “Good morning~!”
As I woke up in a room in the lodgings where I had spent the night with the female slaves, my cock swinging freely, two Onyx Dark Elf maids greeted me. While their attitudes contrasted between formal and casual, their manners were impeccable. The only indication of them being maids was a single headpiece; otherwise, they were entirely naked. Both had lovely, bouncing breasts. By the way, I haven’t memorized their names yet. The maids don’t seem to mind that I don’t identify them individually like that; they don’t seem to care at all if I call them something as crude as “you, maid over there.” Thinking that this might also be part of their fetish—wanting to be played with by their Master as mere maids—I grabbed both of their breasts with both hands without any warning.
“Ngh…” “Ah, do you desire titplay~?” “No, I just felt like squeezing them. These are great breasts. I’m going to the hot spring, so wash these with your breasts.” “Okaaaay♪” “I shall attend to you.”
The bright, silver-haired ponytail maid and the stiff, short-haired black maid. Far from brushing my hands away, they both pressed their hands against mine as if to hold my grasping hands in place, readily accepting my crude demand.
“While you’re at it, can I ask for some wake-up vaginal service too?” “Yay~♪” “Understood.”
Neither of them showed any resistance, moving from a naked greeting straight into morning sexual service. The girls in the maid corps are all like this. Even the virgins are the same, so sometimes I’m surprised to realize I’ve broken a hymen after I’ve already inserted my cock.
“You guys are certainly well… trained. Or perhaps, unified in your fetishes.” “We love it when Master comes home after fucking every single one of us, even when dozens of lewd, delusional maids swarm him~♪”
“I feel the same way; I truly admire you.” “So you realize your fetishes are quite a handful… Still, I feel like there are plenty of people who would want to hire girls like this, though.” “Well, there are nouveau riche types like that, but it’s usually fine only at first. Once our sexual desires and such are exposed, they tend to cast us aside. People might want to play pranks on their maids occasionally, but if they direct genuine lust toward them, they get terrified.” “It’s also common to be told, ‘If you want sex, go buy a prostitute; maids are meant to do maid work.’ And for married men, of course, wasting it on a maid is just an invitation for domestic strife.” …How unromantic. Or perhaps, should I say, how much of a reality check? But I suppose that’s just how it is. Normally, one can’t go at it round after round like that. Setting aside someone like me—who isn’t even sure if I’m actually working or what—men with normal jobs likely wouldn’t have the luxury of spending all their time with lustful maids. “And that is why we absolutely love masters who keep going with us, even when they know we’re total perverts! ♪” “We shall serve you with all our heart and soul… ♪” The perverted maids, possessing bodies with truly powerful breasts and buttocks and brimming with lewd desire, let their voices flush with the anticipation of the debauchery to come. I wiggled my hands, which had been firmly captured, and smiled at the contrast of the different textures of their flesh as I led them toward the large bath.
After washing away the sweat and grime in the large bath, the excitement builds, turning the day into a “Maid Festival.” The Onyx maids work voluntarily in various parts of the palace—cleaning, assisting with cooking, or volunteering for the chores of other guests. I’d like to believe this serves as a sort of training period alongside our vacation, but I suspect it might stem from their fetish: wanting someone to lay hands on them while they are working. Regardless. “Hey there.” I approached one of the dark elf maids cleaning the hallway and stroked her buttocks, which were completely exposed. In truth, I did more than just stroke them; I immediately began kneading them, my fingertips attempting to slip into the cleft. “Master… ♪” “Sorry to interrupt your cleaning… but could you come with me for a moment?” “Y-Yes… ♪” The naked maid followed me, her cheeks flushed. She didn’t seem bewildered by the sudden touch to her rear… or rather, for a dark elf with such keen hearing, there was no way she wouldn’t have noticed my footsteps. I then moved to recruit another dark elf maid I spotted nearby, stroking her backside as well. “You too. I have some business with you.” “U-Um… right now…?” “If you’re busy, we can do it next time.” ”…I’m coming, right now! ♪”
Repeating this process, I gathered about ten maids in total, having them line up against the hallway wall with their hands pressed to it, buttocks in a row. “Perfect. It’s time for the Maid Punishment Festival.” I grinned, basking in the pleasure of surveying their rear ends from one end to the other. Naturally, since I was saying this while my erect cock was bouncing, I didn’t look remotely dignified. Eight of the maids were dark elves. The remaining two were human and elf. The human was the newcomer from the other day, the one with ogre blood. As for the elf… she was from the Sakura clan. While living here and working as a maid at the Baron’s estate, she had hit it off so well with the Onyx maid group that she now acted like one of their own. Since she was just as delighted when I played pranks on her, I couldn’t help but include her. “Alright, I’m going to start the ‘punishment’ from this end.” “W-What exactly is the pretext for this punishment?” “Eh…” I thought the reason shouldn’t matter, but to them, it clearly did. “You really need to have a proper justification for that.” “After all, the classic trope is being impregnated while begging for forgiveness, isn’t it? ♪”
“That way, if I do get pregnant, I’ll have an explanation to give the child.” Wait. Does she actually intend to say that? Are you really going to tell your child, “You were conceived as punishment for working as a slutty maid in the Naked Palace”? “You went quiet on me.” “But it’s important.” The maids were all staring intently at me. Even while trembling a little, I couldn’t help but think: Yeah, this really is a group of sex addicts. “W-Well… how about… as punishment for working while presenting your lewd ass to your Master…” I mean, I’ve said it a thousand times, but I’m not officially their Master. Their master is Mr. Carlos—or the Baron. And they don’t normally work with their slutty asses on full display in their actual workplace. However… “Well, I guess it can’t be helped then…♪” “If you look at Master, we’ll just end up shaking it… our soaking wet pussies and asses♪” It seemed they were satisfied with that. “Alright… then, once again, it’s time for your punishment! You naughty maids!” Grabbing the first brunette’s hip, I thrust my cock into her while spouting unreasonable demands. The maid let out whimpers, her voice tinged with ecstasy as she apologized. “Ah, haah…♪ I-I’m sorry!♪ Please, forgive me!♪ Please forgive the maid who shakes her juicy ass just because she wants Master to fuck her!♪” Did she want forgiveness, or not? Did she want me to stop, or did she want to be violently violated? Between her voice, her words, and the way she thrust her hips, it was impossible to tell. It was a maid’s “apology sex.” Enjoying the rhythm, I slid my fingers into the butt next to her. Beside her was the white ass of a Sakura maid. Even though she wasn’t a female slave, she had been completely influenced by the others, enjoying her role as my meat toilet—a wicked elf’s ass. “I’ll give you two rounds of punishment… so wait there with your apology-pussies soaked, you useless maids!” “Yes, Sir…♪” The line of naked maids, all presenting their asses, answered in unison. …Then, I did a double-take. There was a strangely low-slung ass mixed in. Did I invite a child that young?
“I apologize for entering without being invited.” “I can tell, you know? I don’t just casually include twelve-year-olds… Besides, didn’t you say the other day that you weren’t going to have full sex with Kei-chan?” “I’m asking you to make an exception.” “No, stop prostrating yourself! I don’t understand why you’re so desperate to be taken by your father under the cover of chaos!?” “…Is it punishment for showing my daughter your lewd cock?” “Punishment!?” The mysterious child maid, Kei-chan, was trying to disorient me with feigned ignorance while applying the pressure of her kowtow. …After a heated argument, and with the mediation of the other maids, I only participated via a cleaning blowjob this time. “…Papa’s semen tastes delicious.” “You only call him ‘Papa’ at times like this…” I have a feeling this girl is going to be a formidable opponent.