The Head of a Hundred Flowers is Violated

While Leticia was regaining her composure in her daughter's room, the head maid, having parted from the queen, was making her way to her own chamber.

The queen had told her to rest, but she wasn't foolish enough to take those words at face value.

A slime that neither the knights nor the mages had been able to find.

Given that she and her sisters would be the ones called upon next, she could already guess at several of the orders that would soon be handed down.

Places the knights had not investigated… somewhere within this royal castle, or perhaps a graveyard or an underground passage where people did not tread. A search of such places, the pink-haired head maid understood.

That being so, she would prepare before the order came.

Change out of the maid uniform unsuited to a search, ready the weapons and armor she had once used long ago… while piecing together the day's coming schedule in her head, she nevertheless walked the corridor with elegance, in calm and unhurried steps.

Not a single footfall sounded; even the rustle of cloth was kept to the barest minimum.

"Today's going to be a busy one."

So she murmured, and as she traced a fingertip along the windowsill, a faint dusting clung to the tip of her slender finger. Proof that the cleaning hadn't been thorough.

It was unreasonable to demand that the corners of so vast a castle be cleaned thoroughly, but even so, the maids prided themselves on aiming for perfection in their work.

Once this whole business was over, perhaps she would request a day's leave and clean every nook and cranny of the castle herself. Such a thought even floated through her mind.

She suddenly remembered how, when she had first come to this castle, she had been unaccustomed to a maid's work, and the previous head maid had often scolded her.

Just like this, corners left uncleaned, a speck of dust discovered, and she would be reprimanded.

She herself, and the other maids… including the missing Tiana, had all once been engaged in some sort of rough trade, or in work tied to magic.

That meant assassination, or war, or a hex-craft of a different stripe from magic.

She didn't need to be told why women with pasts they could not speak of aloud had been employed and kept close. She understood.

The companion of the [Hero] who had saved the world. His wife.

But her mistress, Leticia, was the queen, the one at the pinnacle of a nation, and one could not run a country on pretty words alone.

It was for moments like that, when pretty words wouldn't suffice, that women like them, women whose deaths would cause no trouble, had been hired. That much was obvious without thinking.

She let out a sigh at the smudge on the window, and continued down the corridor.

Even so, this life within the castle was beyond anything they could have imagined.

Maid, attendant, whatever station they held, being able to glimpse a slice of noble life was, all things considered, fascinating and enjoyable.

Days that never bored her.

The wages, which an ordinary person could never earn even after a year's labor, were attractive too, but what she enjoyed most in this work was the daily meals.

Of course, they weren't the same dishes her mistress Queen Leticia ate, but even the staff meals, made from the leftovers of dishes prepared for the nobility, were, to a former killer like herself, so exquisite they melted on the tongue.

That alone made each day enjoyable.

Above all, eating fine food after work while tilting back an equally expensive bottle of wine. That was the best part.

Despite her title of head maid and her outwardly diligent face, she was, contrary to that image, the heaviest drinker among the maids.

She liked drinking cheap fizzy beer until late at night, and she liked passing the time slowly with an expensive vintage.

The bothersome task that Leticia was likely to set on her shortly… once she'd been driven out to search for that wretched slime, how delicious would the wine that followed taste?

Just imagining that flavor lightened her feet.

She walked the corridor with a light step and arrived before her own door. As she reached for the doorknob… a puzzled expression crossed her face, and she withdrew her hand.

She turned her gaze from the knob to the keyhole.

She did not lock her own door. There was nothing inside worth taking, and if a spy capable of slipping into the castle ever drew close, she prided herself on being able to sense their presence and aura.

In a sense, leaving her room unlocked was itself a trap… but it seemed the door had been opened.

The orientation of the doorknob was subtly different. She could tell from the feel of the grip, and went on guard.

She turned her senses toward the inside of the room, but there was no sign of a person.

She strained her ears. No sound of moved objects either.

But there was a faint sound of breathing. Any living being had to breathe.

Whoever was in the room had no intention of hiding… wary of an intruder who concealed their presence yet did not conceal their breath, she turned the doorknob.

She felt no killing intent.

Of course, a master assassin could suppress killing intent as easily as drawing breath, so its absence did nothing to loosen her wariness.

As she opened the door, she filled her whole body with strength so she could react even if ambushed.

When she had opened the door just enough to confirm the inside of the room… what she saw was the figure of a colleague she knew well.

Tiana, who had been missing these past few days. She was inside the room.

Seated on the edge of the private bed, staring fixedly at the floor as though pained.

She knew well what kind of person her subordinate Tiana was. An iron-masked woman who never let her feelings show, who nodded at any order given.

Be it murder, or anything else. She would carry it out without so much as a twitch of expression.

It was because she was that kind of assassin that she had been hired as a maid.

In truth, both this woman and Leticia had given Tiana orders that weighed on the conscience.

But still…

"Tiana?"

When she murmured the name of the colleague who had given no sign of noticing the head maid's entry, Tiana's slender shoulders flinched.

Looking closer, the clothes she wore were filthy in places.

Her hair was tidied, but stray strands stood out, and her skin too…

Rather than a maid serving in the castle, she looked like a barmaid working some dive at the edge of town. That shabby, even pitiful state irritated her.

It hadn't bothered her before, but ever since she'd been entrusted with the duties of head maid, she had grown into a personality that could not settle unless her surroundings were tidy.

"Tiana, what is the meaning of that appearance? And, what have you been doing all this time…"

"Head Maid…"

Without waiting for her superior's words to finish, Tiana raised the face she had been holding down.

It was an expression on the verge of tears, anguished and pained.

She, who had never broken her iron mask even after killing people, even when wounded near death, even when running a fever, was now looking up with such a pained expression.

As though stifling tears, her shoulders trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes glistened faintly.

"Wh-what happened…?"

Faced with an expression unimaginable from the Tiana she had known, she found herself shaken in turn.

The urge to interrogate her about her recent disappearance was overpowered by her worry for a colleague.

They all carried guilty pasts, but for that very reason it could be said they shared a bond stronger than that of any other group… knights or nobles.

A kinship of kind, one might call it.

A guilty past. A past where they had done what they had done because they'd had no choice.

No one was a killer from birth. But there were, without question, worlds where you could not survive unless you killed.

She had known neither parents, nor family, nor any guardian.

That was how it had been for as long as she could remember. With no one beside her, she'd had to do whatever she could to survive.

And on top of that, in those days the [Demon King] had still existed, and monsters had run rampant. There were no adults left with the means to raise a child of unrelated blood.

She knew that hardship. She knew that suffering.

And so, she could not leave Tiana alone.

"Tiana?"

At those words, Tiana reacted.

To the words. To the voice.

At hearing her name called, she smiled. A dazed smile, like one in a fever.

"—Eh?"

She kicked off the soft carpet underfoot and leapt backward.

It was instinct.

The intuition she had cultivated over many years. The intuition raised in combat, sensing danger.

The hem of her skirt, which could not keep up with the motion, tore slightly. What had stabbed into the carpet along that trajectory was a slim knife.

"What the—"

In her head she was still worrying about Tiana. But her body reacted.

It wasn't killing intent. But it was clear, deliberate hostility.

The knife strapped at Tiana's thigh, illuminated by sunlight pouring in through the window, glittered as it was loosed.

The target wasn't her former superior herself.

"Kh!?"

She dodged — but her clothes, lagging behind her motion, were pinned by the knife, and that became a fetter.

Clicking her tongue, she moved violently, and her skirt began to split from the pinned point, the skin beneath gradually exposed.

The hem of the skirt that had reached past her knees rose to expose her knees, then her thighs, then the line where stockings met skin.

By the time the white-on-white garter belt suspending her stockings became visible, she had been driven, breath ragged, into the corner of the room.

She was no stranger to rough work either.

She had sought a chance to escape the room, but each attempt was foiled by a knife.

"Kuh—"

Even between women, she wasn't naive enough to feel shame at showing skin to another, but still—

"What are you playing at, Tiana!"

What she wasn't used to was an attacker without intent to harm… no, without killing intent. Seeing the face of the colleague she knew so well also stripped away her hostility and only deepened her confusion.

Through the skirt slashed open like an outrageously high slit, her well-fleshed thigh peeked out, and she paid it no mind as she leapt to dodge another knife.

She rolled across the carpet and hid behind the bed, then reached toward the weapon she had hidden beneath the bed for any emergency—

"—!?"

What good was there in swallowing back her scream?

What her hand, reaching for the weapon, had grasped was a sticky, viscous fluid.

The sensation of having touched it bare-handed was foul enough to raise goosebumps on a woman accustomed to combat, and falling onto her rear, she reflexively pulled her hand back and put distance between herself and the bed.

Her gaze and her attention shifted away from Tiana and fixed on the area beneath the bed.

As though it had been waiting for her to notice, for her to touch it, what crawled out from beneath the bed was a dark, murky viscous mass about the size of the pillow she usually used… a slime.

"That can't be!?"

She raised her voice and stood up in the same motion.

She tried to put even a little distance between herself and the slime… but the next instant, her knees struck the soft carpet. She tried to support her body with both hands so she wouldn't pitch forward face-first, but even that failed, and she fell prone.

"Wh… at…?"

No strength would come to her body. Her flesh would not obey her will to stand.

This was the slime she had touched bare-handed — the Black Ooze's child, sharing the Black Ooze's powers. The effect of its paralytic poison.

Not knowing this, she still struggled to rise… yet only her fingertips, her shoulders, and the tips of her toes could manage a faint tremble.

Even trying to scream, no voice would come.

(Fast-acting poison!?)

She made the judgment, but there was nothing she could do.

Seeing that the head maid was struggling desperately, Tiana knelt at her paralyzed colleague's side… then, with slow movements, scooped the slime that had been approaching the prone head maid up in both hands.

Without unleashing the paralytic poison on her ally… Tiana let the slime drop, without hesitation, onto the exposed nape of the head maid's neck.

At the unpleasant squelch and the feel of slime touching skin, she tried to scream.

"Hii—"

But all that escaped her paralyzed body was a small, strangled cry.

Not even a scream, that voice didn't reach beyond the room, and Tiana smiled faintly.

"I-I'm sorry, Head Maid."

The head maid couldn't see it, but Tiana smiled as she apologized.

What the apology was for, one didn't need to think to know.

"Hii, hiiii… t-take… take it…"

So as not to miss the desperate plea for help from her former superior, Tiana brought her ear close to the head maid's mouth. Her own neckline, long defiled by slime and the sewer's filth, gave off no small stench, though not as bad as the slime itself.

But the head maid paid no mind to that stench, desperately pressing her mouth near Tiana's ear, pleading for rescue.

"I'm sorry."

But Tiana's response was curt.

She had never intended to help her. If she'd meant to help, she wouldn't be here. She wouldn't have drawn a knife. She wouldn't have dropped the slime.

"I-I have to do this…"

Her voice was trembling. Her breath grew rough, her cheeks flushed more deeply than before, and the heat in her eyes intensified.

The head maid couldn't see it, but Tiana wasn't looking at her; she was looking at the slime perched on her colleague's neck as it slipped into her clothing.

Not with disgust, but with feverish eyes.

"I have to do this. I have to find another woman, or it's no good."

What was no good, she didn't understand, and she shook her head side to side. The motion was minute, but Tiana could grasp her meaning.

I was the same way.

I wanted to be helped.

I wanted to be saved.

But it was no good.

There were no allies here. There was no one who would help.

Understanding her superior's plea, but deliberately ignoring it, Tiana grabbed the collar of the head maid's maid uniform roughly.

The slime was no longer visible. That soft, pillow-sized body had already slipped entirely into the maid uniform. The dress was black, so she couldn't tell what was happening inside, but the fabric would occasionally ripple and betray roughly where it was hiding.

The fact that the dress, soaked through with mucus, clung to skin made it all the more obvious.

The way her colleague, who at least from the waist up had a fleshier figure than Tiana, trembled in revulsion was something that could excite even a fellow woman.

Imagining how this woman, who normally let little emotion show, who one might think had nothing to do with sex, was about to be undone, Tiana herself shuddered.

With a strength that didn't seem to belong to a woman's slender arms, she dragged the head maid up onto the bed.

"Gh, ekh"

Her neck must have been squeezed, for the head maid sank onto the bed with a muffled groan. Her lower body was still off the bed, so her posture made it look as though she were thrusting her hips out herself.

The paralytic poison left her whole body slack, all the more so. Tiana, her breath rougher than before, flipped the skirt up roughly.

What appeared was a pair of supple, beautiful legs wrapped in white stockings and a garter belt, and a large rear wrapped in black underwear.

Underwear plastered against her sweat-damp rear from all her violent motion, biting in to carve obscene wrinkles into the fabric, was a sight arousing just to look at.

The fabric was thin enough that, having absorbed sweat, it had grown faintly translucent, the skin tone beneath showing through.

Bringing such tasteful black panties out into broad daylight, Tiana lewdly laid a hand over them.

"N!? Nnnhh!?"

Unable to move so much as her own neck, she could only scream into the bedsheets. Her supple legs, which in full health could easily have flung Tiana aside, managed only a faint ripple at the inner thighs, her toes barely scuffing the carpet.

Unable to mount any meaningful resistance, unable even to scream, the maid who guarded the queen's person, the head maid who led those very maids, wriggled her rear as though squirming in place.

"Are you inviting me, Head Maid?"

With breath that, unlike before, felt hot enough to catch fire, Tiana brought her lips close to the head maid's ear and whispered.

She traced her fingers along her neck, licked her ear with her tongue, drank in the rising scent of her sweat.

A sweet woman's fragrance, different from the rancid stench of the sewers. It was like sugar candy, and without realizing it Tiana swallowed audibly.

The slightly sour taste of sweat, the candy-sweet scent of her body.

The body of the head maid she had thought of as stiff and humorless was, after all, a woman's: soft and warm.

She licked her ear, licked her nape, licked the welling sweat, let her breath and her panting sound right at her ear. The hand that had been stroking her neck slid down, seizing the now-exposed rear. Pleased by the warmth of skin and the damp softness of the underwear, she gripped, stroked, and rubbed.

The head maid swayed her body as though in disgust, trying to put even a little distance between them.

The sound of clothing rubbing against the bedsheet was all that came of it. If anything, the motion only resulted in her bare rear swaying right before Tiana's eyes, looking like an invitation to anyone watching.

Haaah… Tiana let out a hot breath, as though feverish.

Steeped in slime paralytic poison, one couldn't possibly move properly. Tiana had been the same. That night she had been attacked in the infirmary. When she had been violated endlessly in the sewers.

Robbed of bodily freedom, her shows of resistance disregarded, she had had shame and humiliation carved into her very marrow.

This maid, too, would have her bodily freedom stolen with no recourse, and be violated from here on. Just thinking about it excited Tiana, drawing another hot breath from her.

"Haaa, haaa…"

Like an aroused pervert, Tiana's breath grew ragged as she single-mindedly lapped the sweat from the head maid's skin. Like a survivor before a desert oasis, like a dog that had been running for endless miles, she licked her neck.

"Nnhh uuu…"

A protesting voice, as if to say this is foul.

That voice excited her.

Her heart pounded. Her vision blurred. Her breath grew ragged, and from the tongue still lapping at sweat, saliva now began to defile the woman whose freedom had been stolen before her.

It was unbearable. Was it because, having been defiled and violated, she had come to know the pleasure of defiling others?

She licked, she kneaded the buttocks, and her excitement climbed higher and higher.

Suddenly grabbing the head maid's shoulders, Tiana turned her onto her back.

The chest of the maid uniform, a black one-piece with white apron, was incomparably more abundant than Tiana's own, and from the mere recoil of being flipped over, it bounced softly.

"Hii"

A scream slipped from the lips of the normally unflappable head maid.

Tears rose in her eyes, on the verge of spilling. Even that expression was lovely, and Tiana licked the welling tear away with her tongue.

"A little saltier than sweat."

"—"

Having had the taste of her tears described aloud, the head maid's cheeks reddened. Rather than embarrassment, it was probably anger winning out. Her formerly fearful eyes now glared sharply at Tiana.

Knowing that was the only means of resistance left to her, Tiana let out another hot breath as she gazed down at her former superior.

"Nh, ah… kuuu…"

But that expression didn't last long either.

Twisting her body as though in disgust, the eyes that had been glaring at Tiana turned toward the empty ceiling.

Looking closer, though Tiana wasn't doing anything to her, the chest of the woman lying on her back was moving of its own accord. Moving wasn't quite right; being kneaded was more accurate.

When she strained her ears, she could hear a faint, viscous sound, one she'd grown familiar with in the sewers. The sound of a slime moving beneath clothing. The black one-piece wasn't see-through, and she was wearing an apron over it, so visual confirmation was impossible, but what the slime that had slipped beneath her clothes earlier was doing… that was easy to grasp.

The black one-piece dress soaked through with slime mucus and clinging to skin. Without any motion at all, its bosom was shaking violently, unnaturally.

Through clothes, through underwear, her breasts were being kneaded directly.

It had to be a first sensation. Being kneaded on the bare breast while fully clothed.

The strong glare directed once more at Tiana, sharp enough to kill, gradually grew watery with tears, and the moment she noticed, she glared at Tiana even harder.

The repetition was amusing, so Tiana decided to leave her be for a while.

"Kuf— fu, fu… fuuuu…"

Grinding her teeth with a jaw that wouldn't hold her strength, drooling from the corner of her mouth, her panting disordered, hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, she still desperately tried to glare at Tiana.

That expression was earnest, and lovely, and Tiana, looking down at her superior, casually flipped up her skirt.

"Hyaa, hyame—!"

She couldn't form words. The effect of the paralytic was advancing.

When she flipped up the skirt of the black one-piece, a white garter belt and, in beautiful contrast against the skin and the garter, black underwear were exposed.

The underwear was embroidered with lavish lace, the sort one could tell at a glance was an expensive piece.

Tiana herself was the same way, but for women who had crawled out of dirty work, there were limited ways to spend large sums of money.

Even when shopping, they tended to be frugal, and they had a hard time fitting into noble lifestyles.

Their work clothes were already decided for them, and so their hobbies, in Tiana's case and this woman's case, ended up being civilian clothes and underwear to adorn themselves with.

The result of that was the black underwear now exposed before Tiana's eyes.

Tiana's eyes softened with pleasure as she looked at the defenselessly bared lower body. By contrast, the eyes of the woman being looked down at stared sharply, as if to kill.

"Cute underwear."

So saying, she stroked its edge. The silk's touch was soft, as though it clung to her fingertip.

Twitch. The woman's lower body trembled.

In contrast to the slime's violent kneading at her breast, the gentle touch of fingertips brought a ticklish sensation. Her body was already numb and weakened to stimuli; the slightest touch drew sensitive reactions.

She seemed to despise her own reaction too, and the head maid huffed ffft, as if to say, the moment this paralysis fades, I'll pay you back.

In truth, in her mind Tiana had already been categorized as an enemy.

Once she fell into that category, she gave no quarter. Tiana, who was the same kind of woman, understood this.

"Ufu, you scare me."

"Hguu!?"

But that expression, too, lasted only a moment. When Tiana scraped a fingernail across the crotch of the black panties, the look on her face turned to one of shock.

She understood what would be done in this situation, but actually being subjected to a sexual act by another woman left her shaken.

In this world where the standard intercourse of man and woman was the norm, even a person whose trade was killing and back-alley work would have only the same mundane knowledge of sex as anyone else.

Same-sex relations: she had known such things existed, but it had never occurred to her that she herself would be on the receiving end.

"… You're sensitive, aren't you?"

The paralytic poison had heightened her body's senses. Just as a leg long asleep would feel both itch and pain when touched, anywhere now touched drew a reaction.

Tiana understood that.

But the head maid, not knowing this, turned a confused expression toward her own lower body.

(That just now — wh-what was that!?)

"Hya-me… fuu!?"

The mouth trying to tell her to stop only let out a sound of surprise.

Mid-word, her crotch had been scraped again by a nail.

"Heeh."

Like a child who had found an interesting toy, Tiana… gazed down with eyes that seemed almost cruel.

She scraped her nail against the genital area.

Again, and again. Each time, the woman who had been her superior convulsed at her lower body, her hips beginning to move up and down in time with the nail's motion.

Of course it wasn't her own will. Her body just reacted on its own. Because it was paralyzed, her will could do nothing about it. Could change nothing. And so—

"H-hya— ya, yahe— yahehee—"

"I can't understand what you're saying."

She ran her nail up and down. Over the pleasingly soft underwear.

Just that, and amusingly enough, her hips would rise and fall, twitching in small convulsions. The underwear plastered tightly against her lower body developed faint creases. The flesh of her vagina was biting at the panties.

The cloth that had clung snugly to her rear was gradually shifted by that up-and-down motion, and the area of buttock peeking out grew steadily larger. The shaking of her hips intensified, and creases multiplied across the panties.

The way that abundant lower body could move so amusingly under a single finger was a spectacle, and Tiana giggled as her breath grew ragged, the motion of her finger sharpening with arousal.

"Khh, Tia— Tiana—"

Her speech was slowly returning. Bodily freedom hadn't yet returned, but the paralytic must have been wearing off little by little.

It was, from the start, a poison used only at concentrations harmless to the human body. On a body accustomed to such rough work, its effect was lessened.

And so Tiana mounted her belly next.

Two skirts spread out on the white bed. And then, without hesitation, Tiana brought her lips down on the same-sex head maid's.

"—!?"

A voiceless scream rose, and she flailed the legs that hung off the edge of the bed desperately. Even so, only her ankles down could manage any motion, which only gave the impression she was being roughed up harder, though she had no room to care about that.

Her hands clutched at the bedsheets, and her booted legs swayed. Like a maiden being assaulted, her lips taken by force, the head maid stiffened her body.

When she clamped her lips tight shut, Tiana's tongue slowly traced their shape, as if examining the form.

Her whole body trembled. She held her breath, closed her eyes, tried to bar the tongue's intrusion.

But closing her eyes made her sense of touch sharper.

The feel of her lips being licked. And more than that, the motion of the slime molesting her breast (which, with her mind so full of Tiana, she'd been unaware of) became vividly perceptible.

Her held breath immediately broke loose, and a different kind of trembling shook her upper body.

(My breast — no — stop!)

She could think it, but couldn't put it into words. She didn't think a slime would understand speech, and to begin with, why a slime was kneading her breast… she couldn't even grasp that reality.

Behind closed lids, she even tried to cling to the faint hope this was a dream, and shook her head side to side.

"Aha…"

"Nhaa…"

Mistaking that motion for resistance, a left hand touched the back of her head, and her face was drawn closer to Tiana's.

Realizing what was about to be done, she put strength into her neck in dismay, but with her body numb, no real resistance was possible.

Opening the eyes she had shut, she glared, desperate and earnest. Tiana smiled at her bewitchingly.

And then, against the lips of her superior, who let out a small sound, Tiana's lips were pressed even harder.

"Nnh…!"

Her body stiffened at the act, and her eyes opened wide. But try as she might to turn her face away, against the strength of the hand holding her head, she could do nothing.

In one last gesture of resistance, she tried to close her lips, but Tiana's tongue stroked them before she could. As that tongue brushed her plump upper lip, the body of the beauty pinned beneath shuddered.

Through having her lips licked, she was forced to come to terms with what was being done to her.

The freed right hand caught the waist of the woman collapsed on the bed and drew her closer.

This was just like a kiss between lovers, wasn't it.

The thought that crossed her mind was a bad one. Her cheeks reddened more deeply, and her inability to resist sapped her spirit. And on top of that, the partner was a woman who had been her colleague only a few days ago.

Yes, same-sex.

The feminine softness of her lips, the smallness of her tongue. The sensation of a kiss, so different from a man's, threatened to drive her out of her mind.

When she reflexively closed her lips with all her strength, Tiana smiled softly and opened her own. The feel of a small tongue stroking her lips. Lukewarm, damp, similar to the tentacle slipped beneath her clothes, but entirely different in sensation.

In surprise, her eyes flew open.

Watching her colleague's reaction up close, Tiana, encouraged by it, opened her lips a little wider.

"Nh, nuuu—!?"

She shook her head side to side in resistance, but the motion was minute. With her head restrained, that resistance was a bad move in terms of stamina, and yet instinct made her do it anyway.

Her breasts being kneaded, her lower body exposed, her lips taken. Beyond the humiliation of all that, an even greater fear moved the woman's body.

With her lips clamped tight, her nasal breathing grew ragged in proportion, and sweat rose to her skin.

Even so, Tiana remained absorbed in licking her lips, and the head maid who had been her superior stubbornly refused to open them. But that resistance couldn't last long. Anyone could see that — Tiana, of course, included.

"Nuuh, nnuuuh—!!"

Nose-breathing alone wasn't enough for a body excited and on alert. Oxygen was running short. The cheeks of the head maid, who at the queen's side was even more iron-masked than Tiana, flushed red, and the flush gradually crept down to her neck.

The more she shook her head to resist, the closer her limit drew. The faint convulsing of her tightly closed lips reached Tiana's tongue tip.

Then, as a coup de grâce, Tiana pinched her nose with her free hand. The eyes that had still held resistance widened in shock.

The back of her head held, her nose pinched, her lips clenched against violation.

Her means of resistance were sealed. What had to be done to breathe… her body reacted faster than her head could think.

"Uah!? Haaah— nuuh!?"

And then at last, her lips were opened.

Through opened lips she gulped down air, desperate for oxygen, and without a moment's pause, Tiana's tongue invaded her mouth. Before she even had time to be shocked at a deep kiss between women, that tongue was tracing the roof of her mouth.

"Nhaa… nchu… nkuuu— y, yahehee…"

It moved slowly, as though confirming the shape of her teeth, then scooped up her saliva and drank it down.

In turn, she worked her sluggish, numbed throat desperately to swallow the saliva sent in from Tiana's mouth.

She choked and let out a small sound, but Tiana paid her no heed. The violation within her mouth didn't stop. When her tongue, fleeing desperately within the narrow space of her mouth, was caught, at last the two small tongues entwined.

They entwined, water sounds echoing, performing a lewd dance.

Saliva flowed in from Tiana's mouth, mingled, was frothed by tongue, and she was made to drink it down.

The head maid's tongue was toyed with by its invader, and the sweet pleasure that arose each time her tongue squirmed seized her brain, sapping her will to resist.

At some point the hand pinching her nose had been removed, and with her mouth blocked she breathed desperately through her nose, ruffling the front of Tiana's hair.

It was funny, and the way the woman who had until just yesterday been her superior was being reduced to such a pitiful state only made Tiana intensify the motion of her tongue.

"Nh… euuu… mu… nmuuu…"

Before either of them knew it, the head maid's tongue had begun to move on its own, following Tiana's lead, the two entwining in the mouth.

Her numbed throat couldn't swallow such an amount of saliva, and it spilled from the corners of her lips, ran down her cheeks, ran down her chin, defiling her neck and the sheets beneath.

(I'm drowning — in saliva—)

Gulp, gulp, she swallowed saliva.

Little by little, little by little.

Drinking and overflowing, drinking and spilling. And still she drank, and drank, and drank, until a haze hung over her head. Unable to accept this reality, feeling as if she were in a dream, she swallowed whatever Tiana fed her.

Exchanging the kiss, having her tongue entwined, just repeating that.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

She lost her sense of passing time, and her capacity for thought was stripped away as if a mist had settled on her brain.

She didn't understand.

What she was doing, what was being done to her. How she had gotten here — thinking that far, past Tiana's and her own ragged breathing, she heard a faint rustle of cloth at her ear.

Her whole body was numb with paralysis.

But it wasn't as though she could understand nothing.

Through senses dulled by paralysis — she understood that her legs had been parted by Tiana's knee. Through the skirt cut open by the knife, her fleshy thighs and the silk garter belt covering them were exposed on the bed.

"Ah, uu… ah—"

While her mouth was being ravaged, she somehow tried to make her voice work.

Tried to call for help.

She was reluctant to expose such an unsightly state to anyone's eyes, but more than that, she remembered the importance of letting someone know of this crisis.

"I understand."

Tiana must have grasped that too. Pulling her lips away, she sat up and looked down at the head maid.

"Help me. Help me. Help me—"

She repeated coldly, and her hand moved to the chest. In her hand, before the head maid had noticed, a knife was being held.

(Am I going to be stabbed—?)

In contradiction to that thought, the knife was directed at the white apron hiding her ample chest.

Pluck, pluck. Little by little. Making the sound deliberately, the apron was slit vertically.

(Wh-what…)

There was no need to think. She wasn't such an innocent maiden anymore.

When the apron, slit down to the waistline, was opened sideways, what came into view next was the ample chest pushing up against the black one-piece.

The way the remnants of the white apron were spread to emphasize the bosom may have been a deliberate touch of Tiana's.

The corner of her mouth curving up, she directed the knifepoint at the one-piece next. Just like the apron earlier, with audible sound and unhurried slowness, the dress was slit vertically from the collar down.

"Hi, uu…"

The knife's tip touched bare skin. At that coldness her body trembled and a sound slipped out.

It wasn't fear. It was a physiological reaction.

Even so, it looked as if she were afraid of nothing more than a knife, and her cheeks reddened for reasons besides shame.

As Tiana watched her changing expression, white skin was gradually revealed.

The neckline, stiff with paralysis and tension, where the tendons faintly stood out; the collarbones casting their shadow; the chest, where ample fruit and cleavage peeked into view — and then, matching the one-piece, underwear whose fine detailing set off her white skin beautifully.

All brought into the daylight pouring in through the window.

In embarrassment, she turned her gaze aside. Even between women, having her skin gradually revealed brought a faint flush to her skin and disordered her heartbeat.

The knife continued downward as it slit her clothes, finally stopping around where it had laid her navel bare.

Fingers traced along the waist where faint abdominal muscle lined the beautiful curve.

"—"

Twitch. Her hips moved.

The flush in her cheeks deepened, just a little.

"Beautiful."

Tiana murmured it unconsciously.

The slender shoulders, the ample chest, the toned waist. Even hidden by the skirt, the ample rear. Through the slit, her well-fleshed thigh. Her slim legs.

Every part of her was a body men loved.

And one even another woman would be captivated by — her clothes slit open, made to look as if she were being roughed up, only made her seem more alluring still.

"Ufu."

The chest moved of its own accord.

The same color as the underwear — no, darker than the underwear, defiled mucus was eating its way across the white skin.

Slime.

The slime that had slipped beneath the finely-wrought underwear was kneading her chest.

The motion, hard to make out through clothing, was now in plain view with her clothes cut open.

Gathering both mounds toward the center to emphasize the cleavage, then spreading them outward to expose the whole chest, then pulling the nipples so the breasts stretched toward the ceiling.

Tiana wasn't doing anything.

As if the underwear were playing with her, the chest was moving on its own.

"How strange."

She hadn't meant to mock, but the tone of her voice somehow betrayed enjoyment… and that grated on the head maid.

She glared sharply at the Tiana looking down at her, weakly shaking her hips in resistance.

Finding that resistance amusing, Tiana held up the knife in her hand as if to display it, bringing it before her superior's eyes.

Even so, the glaring eyes did not cloud in the slightest, meeting Tiana's gaze head-on.

Deepening her smile at the reaction, she brought the knife down… toward the skirt that had been crudely cut open earlier in the struggle.

What would come next… one didn't need to think.

With a body that wouldn't move under the paralysis, no resistance was possible. Splayed spread-eagle, she could only let what was done be done.

Her fingertips clutched the sheets, and her still-booted feet kicked the bedding into disarray.

Only the sound of cloth rustling and clothes being slit filled the room.

Riii, riii. Deliberately loud, the clothes were torn. With each sound, cool air touched skin, and her legs grew cold.

She bit her lip, feeling a faint pain.

(The paralysis is…)

Weakening.

The head maid didn't yet understand it, but this paralytic was a slime's ability. The poison, designed not to harm the womb, was diluted to a level that merely robbed her of resistance, which was why she'd been able to move a little just after the slime had touched her.

If the slime had been serious, the touch alone would have rendered her helpless.

A poison strong enough that, taken poorly, would have caused cardiac arrest.

But by being diluted to a level that only prevented resistance, its duration was reduced as well, and after a little time motion could gradually be regained.

She didn't understand the principle, but she noticed her strength returning, and a faint hope lit in her chest.

Still, it wasn't to the level that limbs would move.

The paralysis made her whole body sensitive, and the parts Tiana had touched, the chest the slime was still kneading, felt as though the nerves themselves had been laid bare.

Earlier, when her exposed abdomen had been stroked by a finger, her body had reacted in ways she couldn't suppress. It wasn't an erogenous zone, nor a weak point.

Just her stomach being stroked by a finger.

That alone, and the touch made her body tremble.

That sensation was now weakening. Normal sensation was returning.

But.

(Not yet. I can't be noticed…)

She hadn't recovered enough to resist Tiana.

If at least she could escape this room, if she could cry for help… then.

While she worked out her escape plan in her head, the sound of the knife cutting cloth stopped. With her whole body still paralyzed she couldn't confirm it, but the long skirt that had previously hidden her down to the ankles had been mercilessly slit, scraps scattered across the bed.

White stockings, and the garter belt suspending them. Contrasted by black panties, and the matching black underwear set, all on display before Tiana's eyes.

Slit clothing, exposed underwear. And the beauty laid across the bed, spread-eagle with no strength to move.

Looking down at the woman about to be defiled, Tiana let out a satisfied breath.

A hot, damp breath.

She brought her own equally damp eyes to meet the head maid's.

When the head maid glared, Tiana descended on her once more, gladly.

Held in underwear, breasts being kneaded by slime, they were pressed against Tiana's flat chest, their shape distorting.

"Uu—"

When she turned her face away in disgust, Tiana's right hand grabbed her chin roughly.

The knife held in her left hand pierced the pillow, driven down right beside the head maid.

"I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry."

That apology really did sound sorrowful, as if from the bottom of her heart. But her expression was clouded with lust, and her eyes shone with tears.

Her words and her attitude didn't match up. Or so it felt.

And then, lips were brought together again.

At first, lips against lips… just pressing. Then after a while Tiana's lips parted slightly, and just like before, her small tongue traced the head maid's lips.

(Kuh—)

With the paralytic slightly weakened, she could resist now.

But resisting here wouldn't improve the situation. If anything, being noticed would only make things worse.

(Endure — endure!)

Telling herself this, she slightly… opened her lips of her own accord.

Tiana, without questioning it, slid her tongue in through the parted lips.

The sensation of another's tongue entering her mouth, licking the insides of her lips, her gums, her tongue, the roof and floor of her mouth.

The discomfort, another's body heat, saliva, breath. Trying deliberately not to mind the disgust, she let her mouth be ravaged.

Her tongue, against another's tongue — one that wasn't even of the opposite sex. She still couldn't get used to a kiss from another woman, but she accepted Tiana without resistance.

Tears welled in her eyes, on the verge of spilling from the corners.

She held her breath, and when she occasionally took deep breaths, a rancid stench filled her nose. The smell she'd been noticing was that of the slime raised in the sewers… and of Tiana, who had been violated by that slime endlessly.

The fact that she had the leeway to notice the stench at all was because her bodily freedom was gradually returning.

(Not yet, not yet… a little more)

A little more. Just a little more.

She told herself.

The strength of fingers gripping sheets, the strength of legs kicking the bed in resistance.

She silenced the part of her, the instinctive part, that birthed the will to resist. When her freedom returned, she'd shake Tiana off and flee into the corridor.

Disgraceful and pathetic as it was, she would call for help and bring this situation under control.

Why Tiana was doing this, why she was with a slime. Once those things were made clear, this chaos would settle as well — or so she thought, shutting her eyelids tight as she let her mouth be ravaged.

But — that was an awfully naive thought.

The strength that had returned was perhaps two parts in ten.

Numbness still lingered throughout her body, her limbs dulled in sensation.

Tiana, in a posture as if on all fours, deftly used her legs to part the head maid's legs even wider than before.

Sensing it, she suppressed the instinct to close them and let what was done be done.

Once Tiana's lower body slipped between her legs, she couldn't close them anymore, but she told herself this was the time to endure.

Lower body hidden by the tattered remains of skirt. A lower body that might more accurately be described as underwear-only — both legs spread wide.

At her ankle, a foul sensation. Where her ankle had been protected by white stocking and boot, something brushed against it.

"Hii"

Even trying to endure, she couldn't.

When a strangled scream escaped her, Tiana released her lips.

She braced a hand against the bed, raising her upper body by arm strength alone. Just like a man holding down a woman for intercourse.

"Is the paralysis wearing off?"

"—"

The moment those words were said, she twisted her body to flee across the bed.

The judgment was accurate, and the action came from realizing Tiana understood her state better than she did herself. Her body had barely recovered, yet — she had given in to instinct.

Her will to endure had been overcome by the fear of not knowing what would be done to her next.

She couldn't understand the thoughts or feelings of the former subordinate pinning her down. More than anything — being together with a monster was hideous.

Driven by disgust and fear, she swept aside Tiana's arm and tried to roll across the bed… but the foul sensation at her ankle prevented it.

The feel of her ankle being pulled.

Not with force, exactly, but it completely obstructed her movement on the bed.

Like a dog fitted with a collar, like a bird in shackles, the head maid's foot could not move from the bed.

When she looked — the same dark, murky mucus that even now was kneading her breast was wrapped around her foot.

Her boots had been removed, probably while she'd been distracted by the kiss; they were rolling on the bed.

The mucus wrapped around both legs had defiled her white stockings and the sheets gray, and it trailed beneath the bed.

She recalled what had happened earlier, when she had reached under the bed for her weapon — recalled it, and shuddered.

Her own private chamber. The place she could relax from the bottom of her heart.

In that place, beneath that bed, how many slimes were there…

By the time she thought of it, it was too late.

While she had twisted to flee, ending up prone, Tiana's hand pressed her head down.

Just enough to press her mouth into the pillow.

"Mguu!? Guu— nguu!!"

Desperately, with all the strength she could now muster, she thrashed her body. But that amounted to no more than swinging her panty-clad rear left and right, and faintly bobbing her head up and down.

The slime coiled at her ankle moved, and even prone, she had her legs spread wide again.

At the same time, a sensation began creeping up her legs — through senses still dulled by paralysis… or rather, because they were dulled, the climbing sensation was felt all the more vividly, and her skin crawled in revulsion.

"Nnnu!? Ngu, guuu!!"

Desperately pleading.

Help. Stop.

Without shame or reservation, her whole body trembling, she pleaded with Tiana.

But that Tiana — while roughly holding her former superior's head down, did nothing.

Yes, nothing.

Holding her head down and silencing her voice, she just remained motionless.

"I'm sorry, Head Maid."

As she trembled at the foul sensation climbing her legs, Tiana spoke.

(What… what are — )

Suddenly — she noticed. It wasn't her legs.

Tiana, who was straddling her waist and pinning her down. Her hips were moving back and forth. The former subordinate was rubbing her rear, her secret place, against her.

(What are you doing…?)

It was hard.

She was a woman herself. She understood the structure of a female body. And because she did, her head stopped working.

Even the foul sensation climbing her legs vanished from her thoughts.

(Why?)

Fear welled up within her chest. It had to.

Her whole body began to tremble for a reason other than the paralysis. And as that happened, the paralysis throughout her body weakened, and her freedom of movement returned.

But the will to flee vanished. She trembled in fear.

With a hand whose strength was half-recovered… she gripped the sheets tightly rather than push Tiana away. If she didn't, fear would consume her whole body in trembling.

She bit the pillow hard, gripped the sheets, and stiffened her whole body.

"I'm sorry, Head Maid… if I don't do this, I…"

Her back teeth chattered. From eyes wide with fear, tears spilled.

While holding her head down, Tiana lifted her hips. Her free hand roughly shoved the crotch of the black panties aside.

Her secret place was exposed, her genitals touching air. At that chill, her lower body twitched.

The slime was climbing. Past the knee, along the thigh, little by little — climbing.

She could tell by the way her stockings grew damp with mucus, but more than that… the feel of Tiana's body lying over hers brought a creeping chill.

Nothing like when their lips had been joined.

Her body trembled. She couldn't stop the trembling.

When Tiana lowered her body over hers, Tiana's mouth came right next to her ear.

Disordered breath. Hot breath. Rough panting.

That breathing, she had heard it before. The breath of a man when he was excited, when bodies were joined.

Broken into pieces, no longer making sense, his heartbeat shattered in its frenzy.

In truth, through the clothes, through Tiana's flat chest, the heartbeat she could feel was disordered, like a bell that had shattered.

Excited.

Tiana, by her. A woman, by a woman.

If it were only that. The earlier kiss — though she herself wasn't one — Tiana knew that some women did hold such inclinations.

But.

This was different.

This woman was different.

Instinct told her so.

The hard sensation pressed against her rear by Tiana's hips — she recognized it, and it was something that should never have been there on a woman like Tiana.

With her head still pinned by a hand, the head maid strained and turned her gaze toward her own lower body.

She didn't have the courage to look at Tiana's expression.

Just to confirm what was happening, what was there — she turned her gaze to her own lower body.

Her clothes mercilessly slit, her underwear-only lower body exposed. Tiana's body lying over it.

When her familiar underwear came into view, Tiana was just then lifting her own skirt with one hand.

The rough breathing at her ear grew rougher.

At that animal-like breath, she let out a small hii. Her shoulders shook and she shrank in.

She was afraid. It was terrifying.

More terrifying than being roughed up by a man.

Because — a body like that couldn't exist in reality.

If it were merely an attack by a monster, fine. To be deprived of freedom like this, attacked by another woman — a slime closing on her lower body. And beyond that… Tiana's lower body, exposed in her line of sight.

The flipped-up skirt, the obscene, scant underwear beneath.

And then, a black object conspicuously bulging out that underwear.

It resembled a man's phallus, but it was dark and turbid in color.

She knew this… it was a slime.

Tiana had a slime growing out of her lower body.

"Hi, ii…"

Her eyes flew wide, and a scream slipped from her throat.

Impossible.

In her heart, she murmured it again and again.

Impossible.

Growing a slime out of one's lower body. A slime in the shape of a man's organ growing there.

While she was murmuring impossible, Tiana raised her hips slightly. At the same time, came the sensation of that Impossible Thing touching her secret lips—

"What, what… stop, please…"

A voice came out.

The paralytic had weakened enough, and the shock of being penetrated by a woman had loosened the hand on her head.

But the trembling of her body had grown so violent she didn't notice that, and her whole body went stiff in fear.

She understood what was about to be done. She understood.

Because she was a woman. Because she had experience.

Because she knew what would be done to her if it were a man in this situation.

"Haa, haa… w-wait. Wait… I'll put it in soon… wait."

Tiana panted out hot words, addressed at no one in particular.

She didn't have the courage to check her expression. She couldn't tear her gaze from her own lower body.

As that went on, Tiana's lower body bore down on hers with increasing force, and in despair at the reality of it — she reflexively braced her hips.

To prevent the insertion, she tensed, and shook her rear left and right.

When her finely-detailed-underwear-clad lower body swayed, it scraped against the tip of the mucus phallus pressed at her genital area.

"Uu, ah — no, it echoes…"

A sweet voice reached her ear.

(Are your senses connected—!?)

No. That wasn't it.

The slime resembling a man's phallus had reached deep into Tiana's vagina — into her womb, and was applying its stimulation to the weak walls of her inner womb.

The sensation of having her greatest weakness stimulated directly nearly buckled Tiana's hips on the spot, but the slime growing from her hips urged her on, hurry up and violate the head maid, sending pleasure through her in pulses.

Unlike when she had been pinning the head maid to the bed, Tiana now swayed her hips weakly, the way she had when she'd been broken in the sewers and reduced to an obedient womb.

Still, when she desperately thrust her hips out as the slime demanded, the head maid's resisting hips would scrape against the slime phallus and send sweet electricity coursing through her womb.

"H-haa— don't move, please… please."

Tiana pleaded, but the head maid, who didn't want to be defiled by a slime's phallus, swayed her hips left and right desperately.

The sensations of genitals, of skin, of underwear. The various sensations buckled Tiana's hips further still, her strength weakening.

(I-is this… feels good?)

She couldn't understand.

Was this right. What should she do.

Acting from the single-minded desire not to be violated, she nearly lost track of what she herself was doing. She wanted to believe that, faced with this abnormal situation, her head had gone strange.

While she swayed her hips and hindered Tiana's motion, from a different direction than the mucus climbing her legs, more slime mucus extended.

What emerged from beneath the bed this time seized her toned waist from both sides, halting her side-to-side motion.

"Haa, haa… with this…"

"Stop, Tia— nguh!?"

The hand on her head pressed down with force. As though refusing to allow another word, she was pressed against the pillow again, and at the suffocation, she thrashed her body.

But the mucus climbing both legs and the tentacles seizing her hips completely restrained her lower body. Not only that, she was being guided into a kneeling position on the bed, a posture more suited to Tiana's insertion.

A posture with her rear thrust prominently up toward the ceiling.

"I-I'm putting it in… Head Maid…"

"N-no — mguh, nguh — nnuuh!?"

Her words of denial were erased by her head being pressed down. Even so, she tried desperately to call out, to thrash, but all of it was ignored.

At her lower body. At her secret place, something touched her. Hard — a Disgusting Thing.

There was no warmth.

Cold, viscous, more elastic than hard… a slime.

"Ha, aaa…"

Tiana moaned at her ear.

As she listened to that voice, tears welled in her eyes. Welled, spilled, leaving traces on the pillow.

They came endlessly.

She didn't sob.

If it had come to this, then at the very least she would escape this place unharmed — so she told herself, steeling her spirit.

Attacked by a slime, a monster inside her body, Tiana.

She decided to push all of that to the corner of her mind, and think only of escaping this situation alive.

"Ah, ah, ah…"

Tiana moaned at her ear.

The slime that had entered her was being slammed against her insides.

She thought of it as something happening to someone else. If she didn't, her head was going to go strange.

Diverting her thoughts, protecting her consciousness.

Killing her heart like a doll, she didn't even let out a moan of pleasure.

To begin with, there was disgust, but no pleasure. Even with her secret place being thrust into, her spirit was not so weak as to take pleasure from that alone.

It was only foul. She felt only displeasure.

Naturally. Not physical, but mental disgust stood in the way.

But Tiana relentlessly continued to assault her lower body. Like a child new to intercourse, swinging her hips, slamming hips against rear, the phallus thrusting against the depths of her vagina. At that act she felt only displeasure, and as tears spilled, the head maid buried her face in the pillow.

"Fuu— fuuh"

It was useless, no matter what was done, she wanted to say.

She wouldn't feel anything… and yet.

"Fu, fuuh—…"

Contrary to her own intent, her breath gradually grew ragged. Her heart pounded, and sweat rose to her skin.

When she noticed the change in her heartbeat, different from the trembling of fear, bewilderment seized her.

(Why…)

She was thrust into. Hard enough to gouge at the walls of her vagina, roughly. And up to the entrance of her womb. Roughly enough to nearly destroy that entrance.

The insertion was one-sided, rough enough to feel pain.

But—

(She still hasn't come!?)

It kept going.

Long past the time an ordinary man would have come, Tiana still didn't come. To begin with, this wasn't a real phallus. The main body was a slime.

The slime's instinct was to impregnate a woman… since the goal was childbearing, until the woman's body was in a state to bear children, it would not ejaculate.

And Tiana, who had been beaten into knowing that it would not end without ejaculation, swung her hips desperately to make it ejaculate. Like a beast, like a male. Swinging her hips, using the recoil to stimulate her own vagina and womb — and yet, it didn't end. It continued.

She had already reached small, shallow climaxes many times over by now.

Even so, her hips would not stop.

"Come, come out — come!"

At some point, not just moans but pleading voices began to escape her lips.

From these past few days of endless violation, Tiana understood. This slime truly would not end until it had ejaculated.

The phallus that looked as if it grew from her secret place was moving inside her as well, sending pleasure through her.

That wouldn't stop. If anything could stop it, it was ejaculation. Once it had ejaculated, even briefly, the slime's mucus tentacles would stop violating her.

Knowing this, Tiana swung her hips — but the slime would not ejaculate.

Because the head maid's body refused to bear its child.

She wasn't feeling pleasure. She wasn't ovulating.

The slime, which had violated many women and deepened its understanding of the female body, knew that no child could be conceived without not only pleasure but the expulsion of the special egg — the ovum.

It had already acquired knowledge surpassing the medical knowledge of this world, understood the conditions for impregnation perfectly, and learned to keep violating until those conditions arrived.

"Fuu, fuh…"

"Haa — why, why!"

A stifled voice, and a voice that pleaded for help while violating.

The two voices echoed in the room.

It would continue until the head maid ovulated. And — even after she had ovulated and conceived, it would continue until she had completely lost her will to resist.