Chapter 5: The Maid's Bathhouse is Off-Limits
"Whatever you do, young master," the butler said nervously, "do not enter the south-side bathhouse."
Ragga barely heard him over the pounding of blood in his ears.
Forbidden?
Bathhouse?
Naked maids?
It was like dangling crack in front of a desperate addict.
"No way in hell am I skipping this," Ragga thought, his cock already twitching at the idea.
He gave the butler a lazy smirk, pretending to agree, and sauntered off down the hall.
The moment the old man's back was turned, Ragga broke into a run — silk shirt flapping, hard cock tenting his trousers like a weapon of war.
He found the bathhouse easily.
A pair of enormous double doors carved with scenes of writhing naked bodies — almost daring him to enter.
He didn't even hesitate.
Ragga shoved the doors open and stepped into paradise.
Heat.
Steam.
Moaning.
The air was thick with the scent of soap, sex, and wet, dripping bodies.
Everywhere he looked: naked maids.
Dozens of them, splashing, scrubbing, laughing, lounging.
Their skin gleamed under the flickering lanterns — smooth, slick, flushed with heat.
Tits floated like creamy buoys in the massive steaming pool, nipples stiff and proud.
Asses bobbed up and down as they rinsed their hair, their plump, wet folds flashing shamelessly between their thighs.
Some girls giggled, sliding soapy hands over each other's breasts.
Others sat on the edge, legs spread lazily, fingers teasing their own wet slits under the bubbles.
It was pure, raw, living hentai.
And Ragga was instantly, brutally, painfully hard.
"I'm going to fucking explode just standing here..." he thought, his hand reflexively palming his aching cock through his trousers.
The steam parted — and a curvy redhead stumbled right into him, her body slick and shining.
"Ahh—! A ghost!" she shrieked, slipping on the wet tiles.
Before Ragga could react, she fell against him — her big, slippery tits slamming into his chest, her thigh accidentally grinding against his cock.
Both of them went crashing to the floor, limbs tangled, wet flesh slapping together in obscene sounds.
Ragga grunted as her plump ass landed squarely on his crotch.
The redhead moaned softly, hips twitching.
Her glistening pussy lips dragged against the fabric of his pants — and even through the cloth, Ragga could feel how hot and wet she was.
For a second, she just sat there, grinding mindlessly against him, eyes glazed with heat.
Then realization struck.
"Y-young master?!" she gasped, face flaming red.
Before she could scramble away, Ragga grabbed her hips, holding her firmly against him.
"Shh..." he whispered, smirking wickedly.
"You're already wet... why stop now?"
Her mouth opened — a protest maybe — but then he thrust up against her, grinding his thick cock against her soaked pussy.
She whimpered.
And surrendered.
Clothing was discarded in frantic, wet slaps.
Ragga yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.
The maid peeled off his trousers, gasping as his cock sprang free — long, thick, angrily throbbing.
Without waiting, she wrapped her slick, soapy hands around it, sliding up and down in long, slow strokes.
"Oh gods... it's so big..." she whispered, stroking faster, bubbles sliding down his shaft.
Ragga growled, grabbing her by the hair and guiding her mouth down to his cock.
She obeyed instantly — lips parting, tongue flicking out to lap at the swollen tip before swallowing him down eagerly.
Hot. Wet. Desperate.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked greedily, her head bobbing up and down, heavy tits jiggling with every motion.
Ragga fucked her mouth in slow, deep strokes, savoring the tight, slippery warmth.
The other maids noticed.
Instead of screaming or fleeing — they watched.
Their hands slid between their thighs, fingers disappearing into soaked slits, moaning softly at the show.
Some kissed each other hungrily.
Some whispered filthy encouragements.
"Take all of him..."
"Swallow it... swallow every drop..."
"Don't waste a single spurt..."
The redhead moaned around his cock, drooling spit and precum down her chin.
Ragga couldn't hold back anymore.
With a savage thrust, he shoved deep into her throat and came hard — thick, hot ropes of cum blasting straight down into her stomach.
She choked and swallowed frantically, tears leaking from her eyes, but never pulled away.
When he pulled out, his cock glistening wetly, she gasped for air — a dazed, blissful smile on her cum-smeared face.
But Ragga wasn't done.
He grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her ass high into the air.
She whimpered, wiggling her hips invitingly.
Her pussy gushed, needy and open.
Ragga lined up — and thrust inside with one brutal, delicious stroke.
Slick. Hot. Tight.
Perfect.
The redhead screamed his name, her fingers clawing at the wet tiles.
Ragga pounded into her mercilessly, the sound of wet flesh slapping echoing through the steam.
The maids surrounded them, masturbating furiously, moaning, fingering themselves to the sight of their young master claiming one of their own.
Every thrust drove him deeper.
Every thrust made her scream louder.
Her pussy clenched tighter with every brutal slam — until finally, she convulsed around him, squirting hot fluids all over his cock and thighs.
Ragga roared, slamming deep one last time, and filled her womb with thick, sticky cum.
The maid collapsed, twitching, cum dripping from her stretched pussy.
The other maids moaned in awe, some cumming just from watching.
Ragga pulled out slowly, his cock coated in their combined juices, throbbing still with need.
And in the shadows near the entrance...
Mirelle watched.
Arms crossed.
A faint, amused smile playing on her lips.
Her sharp emerald eyes glinted dangerously.
"My, my, young master," she thought.
"You've truly awakened, haven't you?"
She licked her lips slowly.
And disappeared into the steam.