The stalemate between the two lasted for a few seconds before Milia stood up, arranged back her skirt, and bowed,

“Welcome back, your highness. Now that you are here, I believe I can go back and finish my work.”

Sol gave her an amused glance as she began to walk away but just as she reached the door,

*Tack*

The two of them looked down, only to see the glistening pen that she had been using, laying on the ground while leaving a stain.

“...”

“...”

“This — is my pen, right?”

“...Indeed, it is.”

“And you were masturbating with it, right?”

“....Indeed I was.”

Her face was red and she gritted her teeth, but her lord had asked a question and it was her duty to answer,

“How interesting.”

Sol stood up and walked up to her nonchalantly until he reached the pen, then he crouched down,

“Your highness!”

“Don’t move.”

He said so in a low voice but it was enough to immediately stop her. Her expression became even more mortified when she saw him pick up the pen lightly,

“Well, well, well. Would you look at this?”

He brought the pen close to her and Milia could only look aside shyly.

This situation was more than fun for Sol. It was highly entertaining.

Every time he had sex with Milia, she would always smoother and mother him. It didn’t matter that he was physically stronger than her. She had always been the one at the win.

Of course, Sol didn’t care. The most important thing was having fun. But — watching Milia with her head bowed down like this and acting like a shy girl, it was impossible for him to not make use of the situation.

He threw the pen away and wiped his hand before cupping her face in it, “Look at me.”

Milia hesitated a little but did as she was told, her eyes moved around, showing how reluctant she was to face him.

Sol found her so cute at this instant. He wanted to kiss her and tell her that everything was alright. But he also wanted to tease her and bring her to tears.

It was necessary to find the middle ground.

“I don’t mind what you did.”

Milia’s eyes opened wide,

“But you still need to be punished.”

Milia shuddered as he gently whispered this to her ears.

He took a step back and sat on the office table, looking at her with a teasing light in his eyes.

“Raise your skirt.”

Once again a so calm but oh-so-commanding voice. Milia hiccuped a little in embarrassment at Sol's command.

A mixture of shame and excitement and anticipation filled her bountiful chest, causing it to rise up and down.

But in the end, she did as she was told and grabbed her skirt, before slowly pulling it up to her waist.

It was done slowly but this made the sight all the more tantalizing. First, her beautiful legs were shown, followed by her thigh encased in a garter belt, and finally, her white panties soaked in lustful love juice were revealed to his eyes.

She opened her trembling moist eyes and looked at him with a pitiful expression that made a fiery fire in him burn hotter.

He approached her and began to walk all around her, inspecting her carefully, until he was completely behind her.

This sight of her butt was no less tantalizing and in fact, was even more exciting for him. He wished for nothing more than simply to bend her down and shove his stick in her. But everything had a place and time.

He hugged her from behind and inhaled deeply. He didn’t care that he looked like a pervert right now. He was simply completely intoxicated.

His hands were placed around her navel, right where her womb should have been and he started to apply some pressure. He also brought his face to her collarbone and began to bite –leaving marks of his teeth on her porcelain white skin.

“Hah…”

Milia moaned a little as the heat started to spread through her body.

Afterward, when Sol grabbed her panties and pulled them down, Milia did nothing as anticipation became like a lump blocking her throat.

Her naughty scents began to fill the room and a thread of transparent love juice dangled from the panties.

In an instant, Milia’s became red to the ear. She felt even more shame when Sol used his fingers to spread her closed mound left and right, showing the pink flesh of her hidden garden.

Milia covered her face and let out a low moan as she felt him stir up slightly inside her. She could already imagine her liquid covering his hand and him being so close to her place.

“Your Highness…S-stop…”

“Do you really want me to?”

Sol whispered close to her ears, “Wasn’t it what you were imagining while you were pleasuring yourself on my chair?”

“Hah….This was…”

Sol smirked as he felt her vaginal folds clench around his fingers at his words. Clearly, his words had made her imagination more active.

He ignored her and began to accelerate the movement of his fingers. Like a motor that was warming up, her inside became hotter, and a wet stain formed on the floor because of all her liquid.

“Nh~!”

Each time his finger scratched her inside, Milia would tremble and spread her legs more vulgarly. She knew she looked nothing like the usual dignified maid she portrayed herself as but she had no desire to care for her unsightly appearance at this moment.

At the threshold of her climax, Milia swung her waist as if she had lost all reason but no matter what she did, the final release did not come to her.

At least this was the case until,

“Cum for me.”

His words were like permission granted by heaven.

“Ahhh~!”

Milia moaned loudly as she looked up at the ceiling. Her body trembled like it was being electrocuted and her juice flew like there was no tomorrow.

“Nooo~”

She was squirting, she was covering the entire room with her smell and her juice. She wanted to stop but the pleasure was like a never-ending wave that was constantly hitting her mind.

When the climax finally stopped, Milia would have plopped to the ground had Sol not caught her. Her legs were so weak that she was like a newborn calf that could not stand strong.

“This was beautiful.”

Sol’s voice was coarse and filled with desire. His cock was stretching painfully in his pants and he knew that soon, he would satiate his lust.

(AN: So, yeah, I didn’t win the competition for my second story. Didn’t even win a pity prize. I won’t lie, this is extremely demoralizing. I am wondering what the heck might even be the problem. One of the dudes who won silver didn’t write a chapter in 20 days. This also happens in Bronze and newcomer awards. MP is higher ranked than all but 3 or so prize winners, be it in Trending, Power stones, or Golden Ticket and Priv Unlock.

This kind of thing is honestly like a straight punch in the guts. I don’t think my third story will be on WN. Most likely I will just post RR/Pa Treon and my website before going to Kindle Unlimited. This will also be helpful because then Pirate sites won’t be able to take my advanced chapter and I can strike them with a DMCA if they try stealing from Pa Treon.

Whatever imma go sulk somewhere. The good news is, my friend did some good Milia Illustrations: https://[email protected]/posts/milia-shk-80535502)