Goddess Tricked Me into a Breeding Mission (And I Love It)

Lys’s cock gave another twitch against Sara’s bare thigh, already half-hard again and pressing insistently into her soft skin. He slid his hand down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, ready to pull her closer for round two.

But Sara suddenly leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. Her breath was still shaky, warm, and sweet with the scent of sex.

"Wait, wait...Keep all of that... for later," she whispered, her voice was low and husky in her ear. "After I finish my work, we’ll do more of that, okay? Plus, I still have to check which houses are actually available in the village for you."

She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, both of her eyebrows raised, lips curved in that teasing little smile he was already addicted to. "If we keep going all day like this, everything will just drag on until tomorrow. And I really hate work hanging over my head. I want to enjoy you properly....when I’m completely relaxed."

Lys let out a slow breath, grinning despite the ache in his groin. He brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead, thumb lingering on her cheek.

"Fine," he said, voice sounding disappointed. "You win. For now."

Sara laughed softly; the sound vibrated against his chest. She planted one last quick kiss on his jaw before sliding off his lap; her legs were a little wobbly. Cum still dripped down her inner thighs as she stood, but she didn’t bother wiping it away yet; she just gave him a playful wink.

They dressed in a comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other the whole time while smiling. Sara buttoned her blouse slowly, deliberately, letting him watch her breasts disappear behind the fabric. She enjoyed doing that. Lys also pulled his pants up with a reluctant groan, tucking his still-hard cock away with some difficulty.

When they were both decent again, Lys stepped close, cupped the back of her neck, and gave her one last deep, slow kiss, tongue flicking against hers just enough to make her sigh into his mouth.

"Later," he murmured against her lips.

Sara smiled, eyes sparkling. "Yeah, later," she promised.

He unlocked the door with a quiet click, gave her one final squeeze on the ass, and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him with a satisfied grin.

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The hallway felt cooler after the heat inside. He took a deep breath, still smiling to himself, when he spotted Bertha a few steps away.

She was on her knees, wiping the wooden floor with a damp cloth. Her back was straight, her face calm and focused, like nothing unusual had happened. She hummed a soft tune under her breath and kept working.

As Lys walked past her, his eyes dropped to the floor. Right where she had been standing earlier, there was a small, shiny water mark on the wood. It wasn’t from her clothes. The spot was fresh, a little puddle that shouldn’t be there.

He glanced at Bertha again. Her cheeks were flushed pink. Her breathing was a little too quick for someone just cleaning and humming a tune. And the way her thighs pressed together under her simple dress told him something; she had tried her best to hide.

Lys realized that she must have been listening at the door. She must’ve heard every moan, every slap, every wet sound from inside the room. And it had made her so wet that she had leaked right there on the floor.

Given how this world was, with so few men left, Lys understood her struggles. So he said nothing and kept walking.

Servants like Bertha probably went years without a single touch. He felt a small wave of sympathy for her. It wasn’t right to shame her for something she couldn’t control. So he tried to let it go.

But just as he passed her shoulder, a bright screen flashed in front of his eyes.

<< Tier 2 Quest: "Maid’s Secret Spark" >>

Objective: Give Bertha one firm slap on her ass.

Reward: 160 SP | +5 Affection | Arousal Boost 20%

Note: Target is extremely sensitive right now. One good smack will push her closer to full submission. Do it casually, she won’t expect it.

Lys flinched hard. His steps stopped mid-air.

He turned around and saw Bertha still wiping the floor with her broomstick.

For a while, he just stood frozen there, staring at the glowing quest screen floating in front of his eyes. ’Huh, Slap her ass?’

He knew for sure that he had zero thoughts about Bertha a minute ago. She was just the quiet maid cleaning the floor. Yet here the system was, pushing him again, giving him an absurd quest.

His cock gave a slow, heavy throb inside his pants, like it already knew something he didn’t. ’What the hell do you want from me?’ he thought. ’I wasn’t even looking at her like that... was I? Then why am I getting a quest like this? How does this system work anyway?!’

Before he could figure it out, Bertha turned her head. She caught him staring straight at her backside. Her eyes widened.

"U-um... M-Master Lys?" she stuttered, voice soft and shy. Her cheeks turned pink in seconds, seeing him staring at her. "Is... is there something you need from me?"

Lys blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He flashed a quick, easy smile and stepped closer, keeping his voice smooth and friendly.

"Uhh, your dress looks really nice on you," he said, letting his eyes run over the simple black maid uniform. "It fits you perfectly. The way it hugs your waist... very pretty."

Bertha’s face went bright red. She looked down at her dress, fingers twisting the cloth nervously. "Ohh, T-thank you... I made it myself last year. It’s nothing special, really..."

She turned a little to the side, showing him the side of the dress like she wanted him to see it better. That small movement pushed her round ass out just enough.

Lys didn’t waste the chance. Without thinking about it, he did it.

Smack.

His hand landed quickly and lightly on her soft ass cheek. The sound was quiet, but the way her plump flesh jiggled under his palm sent hot blood straight to his cock.

Her asscheeks felt warm, full, and way softer than he expected. He let his fingers linger for half a second, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric.

Bertha froze completely. Her whole body stiffened. She stared at him with wide, shocked eyes, mouth slightly open.

Lys pulled his hand back and gave her an innocent shrug, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Uhhh, Sorry," he said calmly. "There was a little dirt on your dress. My hand came down a bit harder than I meant."

He gave her one last friendly nod, then turned and walked away fast down the hallway. Behind him, Bertha stayed on her knees, face burning red and confused. She touched the spot he slapped like she couldn’t believe it had really happened.

Lys kept walking, heart beating fast. His cock was now fully hard again, pressing tight against his pants. A small grin crept onto his face as the system dinged softly in his head.

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Reward: +160 SP | +5 Affection with Bertha

He didn’t look back. He could already feel that this system was corrupting his mind slowly. Making him closer to something he didnt knew he could become. Yet he didn’t want to stop doing this type of quest if any more quests like this came in the future.

Because, to his surprise, he was liking this new him.