I am Kurt Von Ritzburg

“Here it is.”

I handed over a box to Glenn, who was sitting in front of me. He took it and opened the small box, finding a bronze ring within it.

The alternate version of the subspace pouch - the storage ring.

To be honest, it was easier to make than a pouch, and the materials are easy to obtain as well.

‘Why didn't I think of it before?’

And then I remembered what I had done all this time. Sigh! I should have known that my mother assigned Miria to me in a maid dress with the wrong intentions.

Her alluring figure is distracting me!

“There is no other reason!”

“W-What?! What happened!”

Glenn was startled at the sudden shout, making him almost drop the ring from his hands.

“Oh! Sorry, it's nothing.”

“Don't scare me like that!”

Dammit! But it proved that I was right. See? Even now, I am distracted. Before meeting Miria, what didn't I do?

Morning practice, looking for ways to increase mana, making magic tools, and whatnot. I was doing all kinds of productive things. And now?

But what can I do? I can't stop myself from doing it! I could live without it, but that was before I tasted it.

Now?

‘Sigh! Humans live for pleasure. Hail King Gilgamesh!’

“Kurt, this is perfect! I guarantee that it will sell!”

Meanwhile, Glenn ignored my weird behavior and continued to inspect the ring in his hands. It worked just as well as the pouch, but it was more sleek and beautiful, plus the convenience was much easier than before.

Instead of carrying a pouch, the ring is much more novel. This ring was the item he was looking for.

Glenn wasn't an inventor, but he was a businessman. That's why he failed. Innovation is important in business. But now, if he fails with such an item in his hands, he needs to doubt if he is truly worthy of doing business.

“Is that so? I am glad, then. Then, I will leave the rest to you.”

“Leave it to me!”

No more words are needed. Glenn’s eyes were shining bright enough to dispel all doubts in my mind. With that much enthusiasm in sight, I doubt he would fail.

‘Since this part is handled, I should go for my pleasure. Hmm... I should try some different plays this time.’

In front of the living room…

“Miria, what are Kurt and Papa doing?”

Alice Corner, who was playing with Miria, looked at those weird, oddly, too enthusiastic faces of duo Kurt and Glenn, one who was smiling too ugly with his hands on his chin and the other drooling over the ring, uttering ‘business’ over and over.

Being a child, she wasn't yet cognitively developed enough to understand what those faces meant. But Miria clearly did. That perverted face… She was hundred percent damn sure that he was thinking of her.

It's not like she didn't like it, but still, there is a difference between private and public. 

‘When will Kurt grow up?’

These are the times when she realizes that Kurt, the man she loved, is still a small child.

“Sigh! How could I fall in love with such a man?”

But still, she knew about Kurt's behavior beforehand. Those rumors of him being weird aren't untrue. But Glenn too? She got too worried, thinking Glenn got infected by Kurt too.

“I better tell his wife.”

Miria didn't know that her one decision didn't take much time to turn Glenn into the same coward as Russell, making them best friends forever.

But for now…

“Let's go from here. You shouldn't see such things.”

She had the duty to keep the innocent angel from such corrupted beings. Miria took the hands of the blonde girl and took her away as fast as she could from both of them.

…

The horse with anti-fatigued angic tools on their heads pulled the carriage without any descent in speed, making the wheels roll through the forest. The trees passed, and I, a bored individual, looked down to enjoy a different scenery than what was out there.

“I wanted to try a different play, but to think I would get the opportunity so soon. Is luck favoring me?”

Guk~ Gak~

Miria, with teary eyes, was moving her head front and back, slurping on the meat rod presented to her for a meal. 

Being a pure pervert, she naturally got turned on by the musk smell and didn't take long to open her mouth and start to clean it, fulfilling her job as a mistress and a maid.

After all, it is basic for maids to have the skills to clean. But this maid can not only clean but lubricate as well.

My hands stretched out, and I grabbed her orange hair roughly, and the front-back motion went from medium to fast. My hands, my waist, and even Miria herself assisted in making the blowjob more forceful.

The rhythmics went up, but it was by no means an ache for her. Rather, she tried to suck the more she could, the precum, pubes, and smell… all she could with her pussyface, to the extent of choking her throat with the big meat rod.

“Damn! You have improved a lot!”

Her sucking skills… That vacuum is too powerful! She was literally sucking out the essence from me, using my dick like a straw to bring out the juices. And her hands—one was on the balls, massaging them to simulate the white sperm to come out and give her a treat, and the other was on her pussy, rubbing the clit as fast as she could.

Psshh~ Psssh~

Her white panties were soaked, and the juices spilled on the carriage, staining it.

“Damn! I have to order others to clean it. But before that…”

No more mercy. This time, I pushed it in one push, all the way to her throat, pushing it as far as I could.

Miria's eyes started to tear, and saliva started to fall from the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t struggle with this choke. She knew that what she wanted was about to come.

One push became two. From two to three. And soon, those merciless thrusts continued. The water splashed more, and the scent of arousal filled the carriage.

“Cough! Cough! M-Mhaster, wait a bit! The smell is making me dizz–”

Slap!

A slap resounded, which fell on her swaying chest. Her eyes went behind her, and Miria's body convulsed upon that slap that fell on her sensitive body.

“Don't complain! Take this, you bitch!”

And that's when I took back and choked her with my dick, a few before I busted it all out directly into her throat pipe, making her cough and spill out cum through her nose.

Pump! Pump! Spurrrt!

“Nnnh~ Mmmghhh~ Oohhhh~”

With animal-like sounds, Miria climaxed, releasing a huge stream through her panties.

Pop!

“This is clearly an art.”

All that was left after I took out my dick was the destroyed figure of Miria lying down, in her torn maid dress, upon the stains of cum and juices, muttering “Master” all over the road to the territory of Messina.

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