The Incompetent Emperor Who Changes the World from the Shadows: Iron, Gunpowder, and the Young Maidens of Favor - Chapter 19: Agnes’s Newcomer Training ☆

Chapter 19: Agnes’s Newcomer Training ☆

Last night, I fell in love again after a long time.

My time with Ariel was different—a tender nurturing of love, unlike my usual encounters with the maids.

Not that I think my usual sex with the maids is careless; I pour my own kind of affection into it.

It’s just a different way of loving.

You’re usually like a beast in bed, but yesterday, you were a different person.

Sopina teases me as usual.

“Love takes many forms.”

Sure, whatever.

So, right after yesterday, you’re calling in another maid?

“You’re the one who said I’d be in trouble if I didn’t satisfy my overflowing libido.”

Forget pure love—you’re a lust demon king.

I let out a sigh.

In a way, this feels like a curse.

Well… having an environment to unleash my excessive libido is better than nothing.

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In the emperor’s private chamber, I sink deep into my chair.

The candlelight flickers in the spacious room—today, I’ve called in two young maids for something special.

The first sound of footsteps is Agnes.

Her red hair is neatly tied, her slightly plump hips accentuated by black tights that highlight her thick thighs, her dress tracing voluptuous curves.

A moment later, Betty enters, her braided hair swaying.

Her freckled cheeks are flushed with nervousness.

Her small, shapely breasts assert themselves through her maid outfit.

As a new maid assigned to the emperor, she hasn’t been touched by me yet.

She’s still a virgin, so I want to mold her to my tastes slowly.

That’s why I called her along with Agnes—to learn by watching our encounter.

A kind of newcomer training.

I scan the two of them and signal Agnes with my eyes.

“Agnes, I want you to serve me tonight.

Betty, watch from there.”

Agnes’s cheeks flush instantly.

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

She kneels gracefully before me, her movements oddly sensual.

Her tights dig into her plump thighs, her ample chest spilling from her uniform—everything stokes my desire.

I slowly undo my belt and lower my trousers.

How many times have I done this since coming to this world?

Yet Agnes’s service always captivates me.

She brings her face close to my knees.

Her eyes are lowered, but the corners of her lips tremble slightly.

“…Excuse me.”

Her fingertips wrap around my member, and a hot breath grazes the tip.

A wave of heat spreads through my body.

“Agnes, your mouth is truly…”

I murmur, and she presses a kiss to the tip, slowly coating it with her tongue.

“Fu~… Nn, nn~…”

The soft touch of her tongue, her wet lips, her focused gaze—

I reach out instinctively, gently stroking her red hair.

Her thick thighs rest on the floor, the firmness visible through her tights.

She glances up briefly, gauging my reaction.

Her eyes glisten with heat, a unique mix of shame and delight.

“Nn~… juru, nn, nn~…”

She opens her lips wider, trying to take me to the base.

The warmth of her mouth, the slickness of her saliva, the faint breaths from her nose—they send pleasant shivers through my lower abdomen.

“Agnes, you’re so good…”

At my praise, she lowers her eyelids happily, sucking with even more vigor.

Her thighs quiver slightly in her tights, her neck faintly flushed.

Her sight drives me wild with excitement.

Agnes, maintaining the master-servant boundary as a maid while showing pleasure and shame for me—

Her engulfing mouth and occasional sweet moans numb my mind.

I glance to the side and see Betty in the corner, gripping her hands tightly as she watches us.

Her cheeks are bright red, her breathing uneven—she’s a young newcomer, her face a mix of confusion and arousal.

Agnes’s movements grow bolder, the sounds of “chuu… nn, fua, nn~…” echoing.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, feeling a surge of possessiveness and affection deep within.

Her hot breaths escape, saliva glistening at the corners of her lips.

I stroke her red hair and lean close to her ear.

“Stand, Agnes.

Face the wall, hands on it, back to me.”

She gasps slightly, her cheeks flushed, but stands obediently with a “…Yes.”

Her plump thighs, the sensual cling of her tights, the heat radiating from her back—

She walks to the wall and plants her hands firmly.

I move behind her, lifting her skirt to expose her hips.

Lowering her tights, her full bottom and soft thighs gleam in the moonlight.

Sliding my hand into the valley between, her body jolts.

“Nn~… Your Majesty…”

My fingertips trace her secret place, already hot and wet.

I press my heat against her entrance.

She lowers her face against the wall, biting her lip to endure.

“I’m going to enter, Agnes.”

“…Yes… as Your Majesty desires…”

I push my hips forward slowly.

With a slick sensation, I’m enveloped by her depths.

Each time I sink deeper, her back trembles, her fingers on the wall tensing.

“Fu~… Nn, ah~… It’s so… deep…”

I start slowly, but as I thrust harder, her plump bottom sways.

Her breathing grows ragged, and she pleads in a small voice, “Nn~… No, more… I want more…”

I hold her waist with one hand, kneading her breast through her dress with the other.

Her body softens and heats, her fingers on the wall trembling faintly.

“…It’s amazing, feels so good… My depths, all… Yours, Your Majesty…”

Her desperate voice fuels me, and I quicken my pace.

The sound of flesh against flesh, the tight grip of her wet depths—my mind nearly blanks.

Despite an audience today, Agnes surrenders to pleasure as always.

Or perhaps she’s even more uninhibited, aroused by being watched.

I glance at Betty and meet her eyes.

In the corner, her hand is tucked beneath her skirt.

Her cheeks flushed, braids swaying, she can’t tear her eyes away.

Her small hand fumbles desperately between her thighs.

Her heavy breathing, her bitten lip—she looks young and lewd.

She notices my gaze but can’t stop, her face red as she keeps watching.

“Agnes… Betty’s watching.

All of you.”

“…Yes… Let her see… everything…”

Agnes arches her back, fingers digging into the wall, swaying her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, her moans spilling out.

I embrace her back, driving one final deep thrust into her depths.

Her plump hips envelop me, her inner walls tightening sharply.

“…Agnes, I’m at my limit…”

“Yes… Come… Give me everything…!”

Each thrust heightens my heat, my mind whitening.

In a knee-shaking rush of pleasure, I release into her depths.

“Nn~… Aahh~… It’s so… deep, so full…”

I bury my face in her back, savoring the afterglow.

After a moment, I slowly pull away.

Her fingers on the wall still tremble.

Sweat and love juices trickle down her thighs, glistening in the moonlight.

Catching my breath, I turn to Betty, who’s holding her breath in the corner.

“…Betty, what’ll you do?”

She looks back shyly, biting her lip hesitantly.

But her eyes, feverish with heat, meet mine as she slowly raises her knees.

“…I want the emperor’s favor too…”