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Working as a maid in the Germa Kingdom was exhausting— having to scrub every inch of the floor clean, wiping the windows, doing the laundry and so on. You hated it. But it was the only job you could depend to get an income for now. The palace was vast and huge; it could take at least two hours for one maid to clean a single floor.
But you were lucky as you weren't the only female who worked here, or else you would die from extreme burnout.
You were holding a tray of food, walking out from the kitchen to serve one of the Vinsmoke Princes, who had green hair— slicked back with eyebrows that were curled elegantly at the ends. He was wearing a white shirt that exposed his firm pecs along with a black trousers, sitting alone, yet relaxedly with his arms crossed over to his chest at the rectangle-shaped, dining table while waiting for his food to be served.
It wasn't your first time having to be the one sending meals to the Vinsmoke Prince. You had done this countless of times ever since you started working for them a month ago. However, you still felt nervous whenever you had to appear near to any of them as they all possessed an intimidating and charming look, always making your body to create a heat that allow your flesh to sweat.
You walked through the giant door, trying your best to not tremble. Gently, you lifted the food from the tray and placed it down before him with your hands slightly shaking. "Enjoy your meal, Sir," you said in a soft tone while keeping your head bowed in a respectful manner. You took the platter away and took a step back, ready to leave so he could eat in peace.
On the cusp of turning around to get back to the kitchen, Yonji stopped you in your tracks by yanking your wrist, causing a yelp to escape from your lips. His grasp was tight— it could probably leave a red mark. "Why are you shaking?" His tone was like a bully as he gave you a sharp look to your shocking face that was concealed with sudden fear and confusion. You tried to get off from his harsh grip but you couldn't. He was too strong.
"I– I don't know, Sir— please let me go." Your voice was hesitant when you answered. You couldn't stop squirming in tandem from the uncomfortable pressure on your wrist that he was giving you. It made him excited to see you being all weak under his touch like that. "Yeah?" he teased, leading your body to shake like an earthquake— trembling and tottering.
The tray that was in your hands fell to the ground when Yonji aggressively pulled you closer beside him. His eyes were scanning your frame up and down as if it was his first time looking at a maid. You kept your head down out of terror from looking at him. He let go of your bruised wrist to touch your bare knee pit, smoothly sliding his hand up under the hem of your bare thigh and closer to your ass. His gaze trailed along with his own movements that sent shivers to your spine.
You hated whoever created this maid uniform. A short, fitting black dress that ended above your knees along with a sweetheart neckline and a white apron that hugged your petite waist cutely. The hem of the short skirt had a delicate lace with an eye-catching design. You hoped someday they would create a new design that you could at least feel comfortable to work around the Princes.
Yonji's hand stopped right under the curve of your ass, finding your face to send you a smirk. "Tell me, are you scared or excited?" The question your ears received made you baffled. What did he mean by excited? On what context could you possibly be excited for when you were literally getting touched by a handsome Prince without your consent?
Your mouth couldn't seem to let out a voice as you were too speechless from whatever was happening right now. "There'll be consequence if you don't answer, cutie," he said, his half-smile from earlier remaining fixed on his lips. He reclined, resuming his indecent act by groping hard on your clothed, perky ass, making you to bite your lip to prevent a whimper.
You knew you could just take a step back and run away since he wasn't holding you tightly like before, but you were too scared if something far more worse would happen to you, and plus turning away from a Prince would be disrespectful, so you stood still in the room of dread, allowing him to do whatever he had planned in his head. "So soft..." he cooed, moving to fondle the other cheek of your ass. He pawed your flesh so roughly, you almost tumbled onto him.
You hated that your brain couldn't find any letters to generate a sentence to stop him. Moreover, you hated that you could feel your body sending a heat through your core. "Still gonna keep quiet? Guess I'll have to find out myself then." With that, he removed his hand from under your skirt and jerked you to sit on his lap sideways. You yelped, one of your arms wrapped around his neck for support.
Yonji wrapped his arm around your torso, holding you firmly to avoid you from escaping while his other hand made it way back to under your skirt. "Move, and I'll kill you right here right now, understood?" His tone was sharp, causing you to nod abruptly out of anxiety from his scary warning. "Good girl." He grinned mischievously. You could feel his hardness under your ass when you shifted slightly.
He grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down to your thighs aggresively; you swore you heard a ripped noise. You couldn't stop shaking as this kind of stuff had never happened to you before, yet at the same time your body had betrayed you when you could feel the wetness that had been building in between your thighs. You hid yourself in the crook of his neck, feeling shy, and you surprised he let you. He smelled like mint and eucalyptus— fresh and woody.
When Yonji ran his two fingers in between your drenched slit, you whimpered softly. Your hot breath brushed against his skin as he groaned quietly. "So wet already and all I did was assault your soft ass, guess you are excited after all huh?" he whispered in your ear. Even though you weren't looking at his face, you knew he was smiling, amused that your body had given him the answer.
The only thing you were grateful for was that there was only him in the dining room. You'd die in fear if the other Princes were here too. Who knew what the three of them would do to you if you were alone with them. Probably much more worse than this.
You moaned when Yonji inserted one finger inside your entrance, finally giving your pussy a dose of release by thrusting your walls gently. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned and you bit your lip to prevent the moans falling out from your mouth, but it felt painful, yet so good you let them escape. He was big compared to you, petite and small, so one finger from him was already making your tight walls to forcefully stretch.
He inserted another digit; this time you moaned louder as you weren't even fully ready from the first finger. You were praying no one would enter the room right now, because you would kill yourself out of the humiliations that you would feel. He increased the pace, creating wet, lewd noises from your desperate pussy.
You also didn't realize you were grinding on his lap, feeling his hard cock that was suffocating inside his pants with your ass, which made him groaned in pleasure. "Fucking hell, I can't believe you're this needy to feel my cock inside your cunt," he said in his raspy voice. You despised yourself more than working as a maid for getting extremely turned on from his degradation.
His hand that was hugging your torso followed under the fabric of your uniform to make contact with your clit. He pressed hard while rubbing in a circular motion, causing your orgasm to build faster. You were a moan mess under his surveillance and you couldn't expect it. A ball of taut was forming inside your belly, a signal that you were close to your climax.
You kept grinding faster and harder on his hand to reach your peak, which made him close to cumming, too. "Si— Sir, I'm gonna— mmhm..." you whimpered messily, your cunt clenching his digits and your legs rubbing together, squirming. "Look at me while you cum, I wanna see that cute— mghm fucking face of yours." You obeyed, pulling your head away from his neck to reveal your face that was painted with hopelessness.
He locked his eyes on yours, that were half-closed from pleasure. "I'm gonna— cu– aahh!" The room echoed with your moans, along with his as the two of you came together. You could feel the fabric underneath you was hot and damp when Yonji had soaked his pants with his load. Your chest heaved, trying to gather air in your stifling lungs; he followed.
Yonji pulled out his hands from your abused cunt, his fingers drenched with your liquid that he had worked out of you. He callously pushed you off from his lap, causing you to topple as your legs were wobbly and your body was limped. "On your knees," Yonji commanded, licking the inside of his cheeks while breathing heavily.
You hissed when you tried to move, slowly bringing your shaking body into position. Your hands rested on your thighs and your head kept bowed down, showing a manner of respect to the Prince despite getting used by him for lust earlier. "Look at me," he demanded. You submitted yourself, tilting your head up to catch his gaze. The Prince's legs were spread apart like he was trying to dry off his soaked pants, and his body leaned into his chair relaxedly, chest rising up and down.
He shoved his fingers— the same ones he had used to finger you earlier— into your mouth. "A maid should clean a mess shouldn't she? Especially when it's her own mess." The prince chuckled, motioning his head, telling you to suck your own cum off from his fingers. You bobbed your head, back and forth softly as you tasted your juices— it was sweet, yet salty against your tongue; that was swirling around his digits.
You kept your eyes locked with his while sucking, which caused him to bite his lip. He probably didn't realize he was turned on when the bulge in his pants started growing for the second time. With a pop noise, Yonji pulled his fingers away from your lips— a string of saliva stretched in between. He looked away from you, staring at his meal or a wall or whatever that he could find to avoid looking at your existence.
"You're dismissed. Don't make me see your face again or I'll do something worse than this," he ordered, his tone was crisp and incisive. You hurriedly stood up and pulled your almost-ripped panties, steadying yourself. "Yes, sir." You bowed, took the tray and walked off in stagger, exiting the dining room.
And ever since that day, you kept showing yourself to him intentionally just so you could get him to control you however he wanted.