Reincarnated With The Pornstar Class In Another World

Right now, Mira is naked with only her panties on, her face flushed a deep, embarrassed red.

We’re in another room inside the flat, and I’m carrying a black bag that feels heavier than it looks. I drop it on the ground with a dull thud.

I open the bag and pull out a large hydrophobic sheet. I spread it across the bed, the plastic crinkling under my hands.

This is going to get messy.

"Lie down on your back," I order. I’m not smiling. She needs to know I’m serious.

"O-Okay," Mira obeys meekly, lying down stiff as a board.

I can see the fear on her face, the fear of the unknown. I also don’t miss the way her eyes keep drifting toward my crotch. Honestly, I can’t blame her. I’ve got a massive erection from seeing her hot, naked body like this.

"M-Master, what are you going to do to me?" she asks, her voice trembling like a leaf.

"Well... what does it look like? I’m going to fuck you, of course," I reply flatly.

That was probably the wrong thing to say. Mira immediately starts shaking, looking like a victim in a horror movie. She stares at me with that same feral hatred again.

What the hell... the way she’s trembling, it’s like she has an actual phobia of sex.

It’s strange. She’s a diligent worker, but the moment things turn sexual, she gets aggressive—even toward her real master. I thought she was just a wild maid who needed a leash, but this feels deeper. This isn’t just about her warrior pride.

Sigh... this is getting beyond my pay grade.

Now I won’t even get to test out the cool toys I bought at Doki Doki.

I bend down and rummage through the bag until I find what I actually need; a bottle of baby oil.

"You’ve got a lot of tension in your body. Let me massage you," I say, popping the cap.

Before she can protest, I start pouring oil all over her body. The clear liquid glints on her skin, and she flinches at the cool touch.

"Master~" she mutters.

I press a finger against her lips, silencing her.

I begin spreading the oil across her abdomen. My hands move upward, sliding over the slope of her cleavage before drifting back down to her stomach. I massage slowly, my palms making wet sliding sounds against her skin.

"Mhm..."

I pour more oil, covering a wider area. I make sure to coat her breasts thoroughly. I even flick her now-erect nipples with my fingers.

Her body jerks and her eyes snap open to stare at me, but I keep my expression blank and continue as if I noticed nothing. Her breasts are surprisingly firm and elastic, the kind of flesh that feels like it could be molded into any shape in my hands.

Mira’s skin turns bright red. She shuts her eyes, her breathing growing heavier. Yeah... this is the moment.

"Turn over, Mira," I say gently.

She nods and rolls onto her stomach. I pour more oil onto her back and start working her shoulders. Her muscles are incredibly tight, but as my fingers dig in, she begins to squirm. I move down her arms, cracking her fingers and slicking them with oil.

Then I pour oil directly over her panties. I watch the liquid run down the fabric, soaking into the thin material before trailing along her thighs. I start massaging her waist, my hands slowly creeping toward her ass.

"M-Maste~" she mutters nervously.

I caress her ass for a moment before suddenly digging my fingers into the soft flesh. I start kneading her cheeks firmly, watching oil squeeze between my fingers.

"M-Master... that place—Ngh!"

I don’t respond. I simply grow more aggressive, working every joint and pressure point. It works exactly as expected. Mira finally loosens up, her body going limp and pliable as I oil her from head to toe.

"Mira, please turn around again," I say, keeping my voice polite this time.

She obeys, rolling onto her back again. She looks completely dazed. I start from her abdomen again, but this time I don’t stop at her cleavage. I cup her breasts boldly, squeezing the slick mounds while rolling her nipples between my oily fingers.

"Ahn~ Master~ that place is tingling—nngh~"

She bites her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. I slide my hands downward, hooking my fingers into the sides of her oil-soaked panties. Slowly, I begin pulling them down, the wet fabric sliding easily across her skin.

Mira quickly grabs my wrists, giving me those pleading puppy eyes.

I don’t respond. I simply pull the panties off completely and toss them across the room.

She immediately tries to cover her naked pussy, but I move her hands aside. Even then, she keeps her thighs pressed tightly together like a locked vault.

I guess... it’s time.

[PLEASURE TOUCH ACTIVATED]

I channel the skill into my right hand, feeling that familiar electric hum. I lean forward until my face is only inches from hers. Then I shove my right knee between her thighs, using it like a wedge. I press firmly, forcing her legs apart little by little while her body trembles beneath me.

"Mira, it’ll be fine. I promise it won’t hurt. Trust me this time," I say quietly. "Baron Halver isn’t a bad person, he really cares about you. Whatever you’re scared of, I promise it won’t be like that."

I don’t wait for a reply. I crash my lips against hers.

There’s resistance at first, but with Pleasure Touch active, her resolve slowly melts. Eventually her mouth opens, and I slide my tongue inside.

MUAH~

MUACK~

The wet sounds of our kiss fill the room. Every time my right hand brushes her skin she jerks from the shock of the skill, but she doesn’t pull away. Eventually she relaxes, and her legs finally fall open.

We separate, both of us breathing heavily. I glance down between her legs.

Her pussy is smooth and hairless, and I can see her swollen clitoris peeking out at the top.

Nice.

Without any warning, I suddenly thrust my middle finger deep into her wet pussy.

"NnnHhh~~!"

Her body snaps upward violently. Her mouth hangs open in a lewd gasp, her eyes wide with shock. It’s the look of pure regret—like she just realized she’s been missing out on this her whole life.

I grab her horns with my free hand, pulling her head back and forcing her body to curl tighter toward me. I slide a second finger inside, the oil making the entry effortless, and press my thumb firmly against her swollen clit.

Holy shit... she’s even wetter than she looks.