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  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
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      ハヤテのごとく!_|_Hayate_no_Gotoku!_|_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler
  Relationship:
      Ayasaki_Hayate/Harem, Ayasaki_Hayate/Saginomiya_Isumi, Ayasaki_Hayate/
      Saginomiya_Hatsuho
  Character:
      Ayasaki_Hayate, Saginomiya_Isumi, Saginomiya_Hatsuho, Sanzenin_Nagi,
      Aizawa_Sakuya, Harukaze_Chiharu, Nishizawa_Ayumu, Segawa_Izumi, Hanabishi
      Miki, Makimura_Shiori, Katsura_Yukiji, Katsura_Hinagiku, Maria, Hibino
      Fumi, Sharna_Alamgir, Orumuzuto_Nadja, Original_Female_Character(s)
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      Shameless_Smut, Lactation, Milking, Large_Breasts, Breast_Expansion,
      Reality_Bending, Engagement, Lolicon, Pettanko, Orgy, Multiple_Partners,
      Multiple_Orgasms, Multiple_Pairings, Harems, Humor, Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral
      Sex, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Nudism, Exhibitionism, Hypnotism, Implied/
      Referenced_Brainwashing, Rough_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality,
      Wish_Fulfillment, Underage_Sex, Public_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Sexual_Slavery, Maids, Butlers, Mistress, Wealth, 69_(Sex_Position), Body
      Worship, Body_Part_Kinks, Large_Cock, Magical_Healing_Cock, Magic_Cock
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      Published: 2013-12-07 Updated: 2015-04-20 Chapters: 22/? Words: 40588
****** As it is Written ******
by EvilFuzzy9
Summary
     Hayate's perverted adventures with a magical, reality changing book.
     [hayate x harem] [lemons] [crack]
     This story focuses increasingly heavily on lactation fetish as it
     progresses, so if that isn't your cuppa tea, maybe you should find
     something else.
     ALSO apparently this is the only HnG fic on this site. :sadface:
Notes
     WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between
     characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this
     fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life,
     and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also
     from participating in any and all such activities until they are at
     the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of
     their state or principality.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Hayate bit back the urge to yawn as he helped Isumi sort through a cluttered
storage room at the Saginomiya family's estate. The young, soft-spoken,
slightly eccentric exorcist was doing some spring cleaning, and her childhood
friend Nagi had loaned her her butler, Hayate, to help out.
Hayate was a little daunted by how much junk was cluttering the storehouse,
especially considering how traditional and immaculate the rest of the grounds
looked. He was also a little disturbed by some of the more freakish looking
artifacts and nicknacks.
But as he was carrying out a box of everything from shrunken heads to grimy
prayer beads, he noticed a small, unremarkable looking black book. It was a
little dusty, and there was nothing on the cover to identify it. When he
grabbed it out of the box to examine it, however, he felt an electric tingle
run up his arm.
Worried that there might be some kind of curse on the book, Hayate immediately
dropped it with a yelp.
Isumi, hearing this, glanced over at Hayate.
"Ah," she said. "So that's where that went..."
"Hm? Oh, is this book yours, Isumi-san?" Hayate asked her.
"No," she said. "You can have it."
Hayate sweatdropped. "Just like that...? You're giving it to me just like
that?"
Isumi nodded.
"It's a very powerful magical artifact that lets you change people by writing
in it," she told him. "And it also changes the world so that everybody believes
those changes were how things always were."
Hayate's eyes widened.
"Scary... what a scary sounding object... Are you sure it's okay to give it to
me...?"
"It's out of my hands," Isumi said bluntly, though her tone was still soft.
"The book has chosen you as its master."
"I... I see..." Hayate mumbled weakly, a little overwhelmed by this. He wasn't
sure whether to believe Isumi, even if she was something of a specialist in
these matters, and yet his curiosity was certainly piqued.
At the very least, though, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to try it out and see
what happened. Opening the book, he took out a pen.
'Isumi is a nudist.' Hayate wrote in the book, feeling a rush of something as
he envisioned the petite, demure fourteen year old discarding her old fashioned
kimono and shawl. 'She hates wearing clothes of any kind, and goes everywhere
completely naked.'
The second he finished writing, the ink glowed on the page before instantly
drying. Nothing more obvious than that happened, though.
Hayate was not certain whether to feel relieved that it didn't seem to have
actually done anything, or dismayed. But then he heard a cutely disgruntled
murmur from Isumi's direction.
Glancing over in the long-haired girl's direction, Hayate saw Isumi Saginomiya
with an adorable perplexed expression on her face, cheeks red as she huffed and
tossed off her shawl.
"When did I get dressed up?" she wondered aloud even as she continued to
disrobe heedless of Hayate's presence. "Did mother dress me again while I
wasn't looking?"
Hayate sweatdropped, even as a bit of blood trickled from his nose when Isumi's
kimono dropped to the floor – it appeared that Isumi's manner of dress was as
old fashioned beneath as it was above (with special emphasis on the was, now),
leaving her completely naked now. She was as odd as ever, it seemed, when it
came to anything not involving evil spirits or the supernatural.
He did his best to ignore the erection growing in his trousers at the sight of
Isumi's cute pink nipples and smooth, hairless pussy. The girl was flat as his
mistress, but in Isumi's case that only emphasized her traditional, Japanese
looks, with her dark eyes and long, dark blue hair.
Ordinarily, Hayate would have called the Saginomiya heiress "cute", in the same
way that a kitten or a duckling were cute. But with her clothes discarded and
her nude form on display for his eyes to drink in, he could not help but think,
'beautiful.'
... not that he had a lolita complex, or anything.
Blushing, Hayate averted his eyes from Isumi's naked form, trying to think
unsexy thoughts in order to defuse the stick of dynamite in his trousers.
It didn't work.
Seeing that his erection was not going to go down so easily, Hayate's thoughts
turned unbidden toward the small, plain-looking black book. If it could turn
Isumi into a nudist, then maybe...
Going further down the page, beneath the previous passage, Hayate pressed the
tip of his pen to the page. For a moment, he struggled between indecision on
what to write and uncertainty of whether he should even be doing this. But
ultimately the persistent presence of his aroused penis and the undeniably
tempting beauty of Isumi's young body won out, and he scribbled down some
words.
And, deciding that if he was going to have Isumi help him with his "problem" he
should at least do so with propriety, Hayate wrote:
'Isumi Saginomiya is engaged to marry Hayate Ayasaki... and she is not averse
to certain premarital activities...'
He then paused for a moment, uncertain.
His first mistress, who had shaped him into the skilled butler that he was
today, had done a very good job of nailing into his head the notion that a girl
would only want someone who can provide for them financially. With the
formidable amount of debt on his shoulders, and his general bad luck with
money, Hayate was initially doubtful of whether it would really be okay for him
to tie Isumi to him like this.
...But then he realized that he could fix that problem easily enough with just
a single sentence.
'Nagi Sanzen'in has absolved Hayate Ayasaki of his debts to her.'
Then, after a moment, Haya thought of something else. Nagi, his young lady, had
lost her inheritance in part because of him. While she was not broke, thanks to
renting out rooms in the apartment, it would be difficult for her to pay him in
full for his services. That had been a non-issue for him before, but now it was
kind of troublesome. While the Saginomiya family was quite wealthy, Hayate was
not a deadbeat or a leech, and he had no intention of becoming one.
Even if he had only engaged himself to Isumi so he could have her help him with
his erection without having to worry about ruining her chances of getting
married, Hayate had a strong – if slightly sideways – sense of honor. If he was
engaging himself to Isumi, then he was going to do it seriously!
'Nagi's manga will be picked up by a publisher, and it will be a massive
success.' he wrote. It might be a bit of an underhanded way to do it, but he
truly did want his mistress to succeed in her dream, ambitious though it was.
The fact that if she really sold that many copies of her manga she would
quickly become wealthy enough to easily pay him and Maria their full wages was
just a bonus. Honest, it was.
With that out of the way, Hayate turned his attention back to Isumi, member
throbbing heatedly as he once more got a good look of her naked form.
Isumi, noticing that Hayate's attention was, lifted her gaze from the bulge in
his pants to his eyes, clear and blue.
"I see you have been writing in the Book of Amen, my intended," she remarked,
speaking softly. "As it is written, so shall it be..."
She then lowered her gaze, peering at the crotch of her pants as though she
could see right through the fabric to his throbbing, aching member beneath.
"Ah, but that is a minor thing," she concluded, lifting a hand to her mouth as
she continued to speak. "More importantly... it would seem you are suffering a
grave discomfort, dear..."
She walked forward, gently laying a hand upon Hayate's bulge, causing him to
groan at her touch, even through his trousers.
"Ah... Isumi-san...!" he gasped, unconsciously bucking his hips into her hand.
"It...!"
"Do not worry, my intended Hayate-sama..." Isumi said with a soft smile
adorning her face, cheeks dusted with the faintest pink. "...As your wife to
be, it is only natural that I should exorcise your body of this stress and
discomfort..."
She then unzipped his trousers. And seeing Hayate's formidable member spring
out of his boxers the instant she undid his zipper, Isumi looked up at her
betrothed before beginning to lightly caress his dick with her fingers. Her
hands were soft to the touch, and her fingers were deft as they danced across
the length and girth of Hayate's penis.
Hayate moaned, his face red as Isumi so shamelessly used her hands to service
him. Not that there was any reason for her to be ashamed in the first place, he
supposed. After all, had he not written that they were now lovers, a young man
and woman engaged to be wed?
Yes, he thought as he glanced at the content expression on Isumi's face as she
gave him a surprisingly skillful handjob, it really was only natural to be
doing something like this in their situation, after all.
He then groaned, coming as Isumi teased the tip of his member with her thumb.
His seed sprayed all over Isumi's hands, and her chest as well. His vision went
white for a moment, and his member softened.
He sighed contentedly, once the brief spell of dizziness left him. He felt...
unbelievable. Hayate hadn't realized how much stress he had built up over the
years until just now, when it all melted away in a single orgasm. So that was
the difference between doing it for yourself and having someone else do it for
you... incredible.
He smiled down at Isumi, sweatdropping slightly when he saw her licking the
semen from her hands.
"Wh...what are you doing...?" he asked Isumi slightly incredulously as he
watched her do something he had been certain only ever happened in porn.
"Refueling," the girl said simply. "As you've seen, me and my family members
can restore our powers by drinking your blood... but semen is more efficient.
Tastier, too."
Hayate shook his head disbelieving, but he had a smile on his face. Some things
never changed, it seemed. But what would he do next?
Deciding to play around with the book some more (the Book of Amen, Isumi had
called it, right?), Hayate once more took out a pen and put it to paper. On a
whim, he scribbled, 'Isumi has bunny ears.' near the bottom of the page.
The words glowed a second, before the ink instantly dried, and when Hayate
looked up from the book he saw that Isumi-san now had bunny ears, and was
looking at him cutely, an expression of curiosity on her face as she looked
between him and the book.
"Oh? You wrote in it again?" she remarked. "What did you put?" she asked him
calmly, voice as soft as ever. "Something naughty, perhaps?" she inquired
demurely, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she appeared to momentarily drift
off into fantasy land.
"No, nothing naughty..." ...this time.
Isumi appeared to pout at that, momentarily, but then her mood brightened.
"Well, no matter," she said dismissively. "I suppose we have gotten it as clean
in here as we are going to get it..." she gestured around at the storeroom they
were standing in. While it was still cluttered, it was much better than it had
been when they (meaning mostly Hayate) had started. "Why don't we go visit
Nagi, now that we're done here?"
Hayate sweatdropped at this. 'You're just deciding on your own that we're
done...'he thought.
Out loud, however, he said, "Milady is probably busy, though..."
"Oh, yes," Isumi murmured thoughtfully, "I suppose she probably is. She's been
working very hard on her manga for the contest with Ruka-san, hasn't she?"
Hayate chuckled somewhat sheepishly at this. "I imagine so... She might not be
the most reliable person, but when it's her pride on the line... well, how
about we visit Sakuya-san instead? It's been a while since I've seen her..."
Isumi nodded slowly, her bunny ears flopping up and down with the movement.
"Yes, and it has been a while since Sakuya has seen you, as well..." said she.
"Very well then," she decided, grabbing onto the hand of her betrothed. "Shall
we go, my darling lover?"
Hayate smiled down at his naked, bunny-eared bride-to-be, and he nodded in the
affirmative.
"Yes," he said smoothly, entering butler-mode and bowing to Isumi with a
flourish, "we shall. After you, milady."
Isumi smiled and stepped forward, moving with a grace and poise rarely seen in
ordinary fourteen year olds. On a more mature woman, it might have been called
outright beautiful. Not that this mattered to Hayate, as he walked alongside
Isumi, holding her hand.
Not that it mattered at all.
***** Isumi's Mom Has Got it Going On *****
It was short walk across the grounds of the Saginomiya estate to get from the
storeroom to the front gate, only taking a minute or two even at the slow pace
they were going. Hayate was leading Isumi by the hand, not wanting the girl's
Ryoga-esque sense of direction to get them hopelessly turned around, and the
girl was following him contentedly.
As they opened the front gate to step outside, however, they saw Isumi's
mother, Hatsuho Saginomiya standing outside it.
"Ah, thank you, son-in-law," Hatsuho said when she saw that the gate had
opened. "I was worried that I would wind up locked out all night again..."
Hayate sighed, though he did not let the pleasant smile leave his face. For all
of the Saginomiya family's expertise with the supernatural, they were almost
completely tech illiterate, and Hatsuho was probably the worst of them when it
came to anything remotely technological. It baffled him anyone could be so
repeatedly stymied by a concept as simple as pushing the button to call someone
to open the gate.
"You're welcome, Saginomiya-sama," he said respectfully, ignoring the urge to
shake his head in exasperation.
Hatsuho smiled at Hayate, walking up to him and grabbing hold of his free hand.
Bending her head, she kissed it lightly, before looking up at Hayate with
cutely glimmering eyes.
"Call me 'mom'," she said, the air seeming to sparkle as she looked into
Hayate's eyes.
The blue-eyed butler gulped, blushing slightly at the adorable look on
Hatsuho's face. Isumi's mother was quite young, Hayate knew, Hatsuho having
given birth to Isumi while still in her teens, and the woman's appearance was
youthful to the point that she looked more like she was Isumi's cousin or older
sister than her mother. Like her daughter, Hatsuho was not obviously endowed,
though Hayate suspected that she was at least a B-cup underneath her kimono.
Her lips had also been very soft on his hand, and Hayate could not help
noticing the slight blush on Hatsuho's face as she stared almost...
longingly... into his eyes...
Giving Isumi a look, silently asking her to wait there for him, Hayate grabbed
Hatsuho's hand and pulled the woman aside. Leading the not-even-thirty-years-
old spiritualist by the hand, Hayate took her to a quiet, secluded spot on the
manor grounds.
"Miss Saginomiya..." he started, before shaking his head and correcting
himself. "...no, mom... is there something you want from me...?" he asked her,
turning around and looking Hatsuho right in the eye.
The woman smiled softly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Yes..." she said
quietly, "...there is."
She then glanced down at Hayate's groin briefly, blush deepening before she
once more met his gaze.
Hayate felt himself in shock as he realized just what was happening. Isumi's
mother wanted him... in that way? How in the world...? Was it because of him
using the book...? No... that couldn't be it. He hadn't written anything that
could have caused this.
At least, he was pretty sure he hadn't...
... oh well. That wasn't important. What important was the fact that his future
wife's cute mom very clearly (even to the notoriously oblivious-to-love butler)
wanted him.
Carnally, to be specific.
This, of course, presented both an incredible opportunity and a very big risk.
If he took Hatsuho up on her unspoken offer, the sex was likely to be
incredible. But it also had a very high chance of blowing up in his face
spectacularly, as such things were wont to do when Hayate was involved. He
could always use that Book of Amen to make it so that him having intimate
relations with Hatsuho wouldn't be a problem with her daughter, but then that
would also defuse the kinky forbidden love aspect that would make such a
coupling so especially intriguing in the first place...
Hayate was not much of a risk taker, when he could avoid it. His life was full
of enough pitfalls and dangers without him actively adding to them. So, with a
smile at Hatsuho, he turned around and pulled out the Book.
'Isumi Saginomiya and Hayate Ayasaki are in an open relationship. She does not
care if he sleeps with other girls.'
After a moment of further thought, Hayate's rarely seen perverted side surfaced
briefly, and he added:
'...in fact, Isumi is most fond of joining in whenever Hayate is sleeping with
another woman.'
He then put the book away, and turned his attention back to Hatsuho. There was
hungry look, deep in the woman's eyes, as she watched him. Her cheeks were
erubescent as she glanced again down at his groin, which was swelling gradually
as Hayate contemplated what he had just done, and what he was about to do...
Stepping forward, absentmindedly finding himself to be surprising free of
anxiety or fear, Hayate reached and wrapped his arms around Hatsuho, pulling
her into an embrace tight against his body, his semi-erect member rubbing
against her thigh through his pants and her kimono.
"You want me," Hayate whispered into Hatsuho's ear, his usually boyish voice
now low and seductive as he spoke, "Don't you, mom?"
Hatsuho shivered pleasurably at the warmth of his breath on her ear, melting
into his embrace.
"Yes..." she admitted softly, "I do... You are such a thoughtful, handsome
young man... it is no wonder my daughter fell for you... and no wonder that I
fell for you..."
Hayate smiled at this. He was going to have a lot of fun with this, he just
knew it.
Hayate kissed Hatsuho, causing her to moan. He caressed the small of her back,
even as his tongue plumbed the depth of her mouth. He pressed his body against
hers, feeling her melt into his embrace as he passionately kissed her.
Hatsuho's tongue did not resist as Hayate explored every inch of her mouth. Her
body did not resist as his hands lowered down to her ass. She did not resist,
rather she urged him onward, silently begging him to take her. Her pussy was
drenched, that much could be seen just from the growing wet spot on the front
her kimono.
She wanted him inside her.
Reaching down as Hayate continued to kiss her and fondle her ass, Hatsuho
deftly undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the
ground at their feet. The bulge in his boxers was incredibly large, and Hatsuho
whimpered into Hayate's mouth as she felt his barely clothed erection grinding
against her thighs.
She smiled when she felt Hayate's hands briefly take a break from kneading her
tight bottom to return the favor, unfastening her obi and pulling her kimono
down off her shoulders. It fell down to the ground, revealing that she took the
same old fashioned approach as her daughter to underwear. As in, she did not
wear any.
Hayate pulled back from kissing Hatsuho to take in the sight of her naked body.
Like her daughter, the woman was slender and fair, a traditional Japanese
beauty. Hayate's intuition regarding her bust was correct, though, as it was
more full than her daughter's.
Hayate reached up and took one of his future-mother-in-law's small, perky
breasts in hand. Hatsuho was not buxom by any stretch of the imagination, but
her modest B-cups were enough to at least fill the young man's hands.
She moaned as Hayate lovingly, gently rubbed her breasts, kneading her modest
endowments with the attentiveness and care of a pilgrim handling a holy relic.
And he was a pilgrim, in a sense, a pilgrim traveling to worship at the shrine
that was her body.
Slowly, Hayate trailed kisses down Hatsuho's neck, pausing briefly to lightly
nibble on her collarbone. Hatsuho sighed longingly, happily, melting into bliss
under her young lover's tender ministrations. He was treating her body with
reverence, making sure to attend to every inch of her.
Her legs turned to jelly as the blue-haired butler took one of her small
breasts into his mouth, and they collapsed into the grass, Hayate lying on top
of her as he worshipfuly suckled and nibbled at her motherly teat.
Hatsuho came with a whimper, unable to hold herself back any longer under
Hayate's thorough, yet gentle, ministrations. He was too incredible to be real.
His skilled foreplay was on a level above anything else Hatsuho had ever
experienced.
It was indescribable, the way he could make her feel with just a touch. He
seemed to know exactly what to do, and when to do it, to get the maximum
effect. With just a kiss, he'd had her completely at his mercy. And now he was
suckling so lovingly upon her modest breasts, so carefully teasing the rim of
her anus with one finger while caressing the blossom of her womanhood with
another. She simply could not endure such exquisite torment as this.
Honestly, Hayate was just too skilled to be real. Even if he wasn't, in truth,
a virgin, to be this confident, and this capable, with handling a woman's body
at his young age... Hatsuho had never heard of such a thing. It was like Hayate
had become a completely different person the moment he put his arms around
her...
...no, that was not quite accurate. He was still Hayate, still the same sweet,
gentle, caring young man her daughter had been engaged to... just more
confident. It was like... Hayate was himself, only older, and more experienced.
And goodness gracious, was he experienced. Hatsuho did not understand how it
was possible, but somehow it was almost like Hayate knew her body better than
she did...
As the boyishly handsome teen gently slipped a finger into Hatsuho's womanhood,
she came a second time. As Hayate lightly nibbled at her nipples, slipping a
finger into Hatsuho's anus, she came a third time.
He was unbelievable, this young man was, and as she came a fourth and final
time Hayate slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her, Hatsuho could not
help but feel envious of her daughter.
With a final, passionate moan, Hatsuho Saginomiya collapsed, spent.
Picking up the naked, exhausted Hatsuho, Hayate slung her over his shoulder and
carried her back to where Isumi was waiting inside the gate.
Isumi, seeing Hayate carrying her mother, smiled serenely.
"I see," said she, "So that's what took you so long..."
"Yeah..." Hayate said sheepishly. "Sorry for not inviting you..."
"That's okay, as long as you invite me next time..." Isumi said frankly, bunny
ears twitching slightly as she glanced at her naked, unconscious mother.
"...But for now, how about we continue onward to Sakuya's house, as you
originally suggested?"
"Oh yeah, sure," Hayate said, having almost completely forgotten about that in
light of his spontaneous fling with Hatsuho. "Do you think she'll mind if we
bring your mother with?" He gestured to the woman slung over his shoulder.
"I don't see why she would," Isumi replied.
Hayate smiled, taking the girl's hand. "Okay, then," he said, pressing the
button to open the gate. "Let's go."
***** Milk and Maids *****
With Hayate leading the way, it was a short trip to the Aizawa manor. Isumi,
naked and with bunny ears, was led along be her hand, and Hatsuho, also naked,
was slung over his shoulder. Nobody gave this procession a second glance,
though, thanks to Hayate's writing in the book.
Once they reached the Aizawa estate, they were welcomed inside by Sakuya, the
criminally-buxom-for-her-age heiress of the Aizawa family.
"Hello, Sakuya-san," said Hayate, greeting the girl cordially, setting Hatsuho
down on a nearby couch.
"Yo," Sakuya greeted in response, glancing curiously at Isumi's mother, who was
obviously completely out of it. "What happened to her?" she pointed at Hatsuho.
"Ah, she's just tired from giving me a tour of her grounds," Hayate replied,
the way he worded it catching Sakuya's eye.
"Oh?" said the gray haired, green eyed girl, a knowing glint in her eye. "You
must have really run her ragged."
Isumi nodded. "I imagine he was as vigorous as ever," said she.
"You didn't join in, Isumi?" said Sakuya coyly, giving Hayate a Look.
The butler chortled good-naturedly. "We had a rather thorough tour inside," he
answered, causing Sakuya to smirk.
"I see," said she. "And did you find anything you liked?"
Hayate nodded his head. "Indeed I did," he told her, fingering the Book in his
coat pocket.
Sakuya smiled. "That's good!" she said. "I'd hate to think the two of you don't
have any fun together, what with your engagement and all."
"Oh, it's plenty of fun even with just the two of us," said he, "But you know
what they say: 'The more, the merrier.'" And, saying this, his gaze went down a
few inches, to Sakuya's chest.
The Aizawa heiress smirked, crossing her arms under her well-developed breasts.
"Are you propositioning me, Hayate?" said she. "And in plain view of your
betrothed, too!" But she was grinning.
Isumi smiled. "I only want what Hayate-sama wants," she said, her bunny-ears
twitching.
"Hah!" laughed Sakuya. "And I suppose he wants some of this?" she said cockily,
striking a fairly sexy pose and gesturing at body.
"No," said Hayate, taking the Book out of his coat pocket with a grin. "Why
should I settle just for some when I can have it all?"
For a moment, Sakuya looked confusedly at the book in Hayate's hands, but then
he began to write.
'Sakuya-san is a human cow, with huge breasts and an ass of similar size. Her
breasts are always lactating, and she has no intelligence. She belongs to me
and Isumi, and everything that would belong to her instead belongs to us -
money, household, servants, everything. She wears a cowbell around her neck,
and nothing else, and she loves to be milked: even just touching her breasts is
enough to make her come.'
He then closed the book and put it away, trusting it would work its magic soon
enough. And indeed, when he looked back up at Sakuya, he saw that her eyes were
now vacant, and she was staring ahead mindlessly. Her face was red, though, and
she was moaning.
Hayate's eyes widened infinitesimally when he saw the buttons on Sakuya's
blouse beginning to strain and pop, and he heard the sound of the doubtlessly
expensive fabric tearing. Soon enough, her breasts – now even larger than they
had been before, many times over – erupted from her blouse, tearing it to
ribboms, and Sakuya screamed and moaned in obvious ecstasy. In addition, her
skirt flared out and lifted up uselessly as the girl's hips widened to
generously womanly proportions, ripping her panties and causing them to fall to
the floor uselessly. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was groaning needily.
Isumi smiled, stepping close to the girl who had just moments before been the
clever and vivacious heiress of the Aizawa family – not that she remembered
this, of course.
"It looks like Sakuya-neesan wants something," she said brightly, in her usual
soft tone. She observed the juices dripping from the girl's cunt, and the milk
that was already starting to leak from her nipples.
"Ahh, how greedy of her," said Hayate, smiling as he casually unzipped his
trousers. "But I suppose she doesn't know any better, does she? I mean, she's
just a stupid little cow, after all."
"That's not fair, my beloved," said Isumi, "She is not at all little," she
pointed out, placing a small, soft hand on one of Sakuya's massive tits (and it
was a decent fraction larger than most watermelons, and several times juicier),
causing the newly-converted cow-girl to let out a low moan, frame shuddering as
she came.
"True enough," said Hayate with a chuckle. He stepped forward and went around
behind Sakuya, his hard, throbbing member springing out from his unzipped
trousers as he gazed upon her generously expanded booty. Her buttocks were big
and round and soft, and her pussy was swollen and puffy, visibly drenched from
arousal.
He grabbed a handful of the girl's plump cow ass, squeezing it playfully. She
let out a low, inarticulate moan in response, dumbly raising her bottom up,
presenting herself like a dog in heat.
"She really wants it," Isumi observed with a serene smile, watching as the
brainless Sakuya desperately ground her behind against Hayate's crotch, the
heat of her cunt, so close to his dick, causing him to let out a groan and
begin rocking his hips against hers.
"So do I," said Hayate, letting out a grunt before proceeding to thrust his rod
into their cow's tight cunt. Sakuya's dull eyes widened, and began lowing
wildly, writhing in animal ecstasy from the sensation of Hayate's dick inside
her. Driven by arousal and instinct, she began greedily slapping her hips
against her owner's pelvis as he fucked her, panting and moaning in bestial
delight.
Isumi, observing this, smiled.
"It looks like she's in heat," she said, kneeling before Sakuya and leaning in
close, her lips scarcely a hair's breadth from those of their cow.
"When isn't she?" Hayate replied with something that sounded like it might have
been a chuckle, though it was hard to tell in between all of the grunting and
groaning as he pounded Sakuya's pussy.
"True..." Isumi whispered, before kissing her one-time big sister figure on the
mouth, moaning adorably as she snaked her tongue in between Sakuya's lips and
thoroughly tasted the voluptuous girl's tonsils, in a manner of speaking. And
even as she did this, she laid hands upon Sakuya's massive tits and began
gently milking them, causing the cow to become lost in absolute bliss, coming
again and again under the double-pronged assault from Isumi and Hayate.
And Hayate, feeling Sakuya's pussy clench tighter and tighter as her juices
gushed out like fountain, came inside her, filling his cow's cunt with semen.
They continued in this manner for several more minutes, Hayate quickly losing
count of how many times he came inside of Sakuya, the girl's milk covering the
tiled floor in a large puddle that spread around them for several feet.
Eventually, though, Hayate pulled out of her at last, Sakuya collapsing in a
boneless heap with one final moan, and he looked around.
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Chiharu Harukaze, secretary of the Hakuo Academy student council, was trying
very hard to not be caught staring at her master's formidable erection as he
pulled out of Sakuya. Not that he disapproved of the help staring at his body
(particularly not if they were cute, as she remembered him saying at one point
to one of her coworkers), but it felt a little awkward for her.
After all, Hayate (Master while she was at work) was a classmate of hers, and
furthermore a boy who already had many admirers, including the student council
president, whom she greatly respected. There was also the fact that, due to a
somewhat complicated series of events, her master did not know she was a
classmate of his. To him, at work, she was just Haru-san.
Indeed, only one person yet had ever made the connection between Chiharu and
the young maid Haru-san, and Chiharu much preferred it that way. Kind as her
master was, and generous, and handsome, it would nonetheless be very awkward
for her to speak with him at school if he knew her as one of the maids who
served him.
So she did her best to keep her identity a secret, though there had been close
calls in the past...
Even as she thought about this, however, she perceived that she was being
beckoned over by Hayate. So she went to him and bowed low in obeisant greeting,
and if in doing so her face just sohappenedto brush against his member, well he
did not say anything about it.
Once Chiharu was content that she had bowed long enough, she stood back up and
looked Hayate in the eyes, doing her damnedest not to betray any inconvenient
tells.
"You called for me, master?"
"Yes," said Hayate, and he smiled at her. "Would you mind cleaning up the
floor?" he asked the maid, gesturing to the large puddle of milk and bodily
fluids. Isumi was leading Sakuya back to her 'pen', and Hatsuho was still
asleep on the couch, so for all intents and purposes it was only the two of
them.
"Your wish is my command, master!" said Chiharu in the bright, cheerful persona
she donned when doing her part time job as a maid. While at home and school she
was generally calm and cool, if a just bit passionate about anime and video
games, but when she became 'Haru-san' she was all smiles all the time. Her
biggest asset as a maid – and this was stemming from the time she had spent
working at a maid cafe in Akiba – was not a mastery of house-keeping (though
she was a far cry from unskilled), but rather the charming, eager persona she
donned with her maid outfit. "Just let me fetch a mop and bucket-"
"Who said anything about mopping it up?" Hayate interjected, his smiling
expression not changing one iota. "I expect you to get down on your hands and
knees and lick it up with your tongue," he explained pleasantly, and if Chiharu
was a little turned on at the thought of abasing herself so... well that was a
private matter.
Chiharu, though red-faced, kept up the smile and chirruped, "Oh... Of course,
master!"
Hayate's smile widened just a bit at this, and he nodded his head.
"Excellent," he said. "And once you're done with that, I'll even let you clean
my dick off with your holes."
Chiharu's blush deepened, her pussy growing just a little bit damp in spite of
herself, but she obediently did as she was commanded, getting down on her hands
and knees and getting to work.
Chiharu lowered her face to the puddle of mixed bodily fluids, inhaling the
scent of it. Her cheeks flushed red as the smell of sex pervaded her nostrils.
It was potent and heady, and she felt slightly giddy as she breathed it.
Shivering, she proceeded to lap up the fluids – slowly at first, being
admittedly somewhat leery of doing something so completely humiliating.
The taste was strange on her tongue, but not unpleasant. It was quite unlike
anything else she had tasted, and it was warm as it went down her throat. She
was strangely aware of every drop she licked up, and as the mixture settled in
her stomach she felt her loins heat up. She was growing gradually aroused, more
and more so. But whether it was from some aphrodisiacal effect of the fluids,
or the humiliation of her situation fulfilling some secret sexual desire, she
did not know.
She moaned softly as she continued to slowly lick clean the floor, her blouse
feeling uncannily more tight and constricting as she went on. Her panties were
becoming gradually more soaked, and her pussy was aching, begging to be filled.
By now nearly a third of the puddle was gone, Chiharu proving perfectly
diligent in her duties. And the work was going ever more quickly, for the more
of the milk and ejaculate she licked up, all the more did she thirst for it.
Now hearing Hayate murmur something approvingly about the view as she cleaned
the floor, Chiharu blushed. She felt acutely aware of just how short the skirt
of her maid uniform was, and she sensed her master's gaze on her exposed
thighs, pale and tender but well-shaped through maidenly labor.
Her pussy grew hotter as she continued cleaning, and with a blush she wiggled
her hips and moaned as she thought of the reward to come. The more she licked
up, the more her mind drifted towards thoughts of her master's manhood, and the
more as well she made a show of cleaning the floor.
Bashfully, yet also a little playfully, she tugged at her panties, making them
ride up on her ass and pussy like a thong, lewdly flossing the cotton between
her lower lips and buttocks. Hayate smiled approvingly at this, complimenting
her on her "work-ethic", and Chiharu blushed.
But finally, she finished lapping up the mess, and she looked at Hayate over
her shoulder.
"Well, master..." she said, "I suppose I get to clean your cock now, yes?"
Hayate chuckled.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, you do."
***** Assiduous Meido Ass *****
Walking up to the silver-haired maid, Hayate took his throbbing member in hand
and instructed her to strip. She did so without hesitation, smiling up at him
with the same cheerful expression she always had (although her cheeks were
flushed red). She was perfectly obedient, even without him writing anything in
the Book to ensure her compliance. As far as she knew, he was her master, and
always had been.
"Ah, you're surprisingly slutty," he teased the maid even as he cupped a hand
under one of her now-bare breasts, which were a decent size for her apparent
age (from the looks of it, she couldn't be any older than he was). "You didn't
even hesitate to take off your clothes.
Her blush deepened. "I-It's only because you o-ordered me to, Master..." she
stammered bashfully, whimpering under her breath as he kneaded her breast. "You
are the only one I would do something like this for..."
Her breath then hitched when Hayate drew suddenly near to her, pressing the tip
his member against her entrance.
"That's good," said the blue-haired butler, grinding himself teasingly against
her body, probing the entrance of her womanhood "I'm glad to hear that you're
so loyal."
Chiharu whimpered, and her blush grew even deeper (if that were possible). She
thought about how handsome her master was, how effortlessly he attracted the
affections of so many girls. Her pulse quickened. She thought about how kind he
was, how ready he was to lend a helping hand in all but the most
disadvantageous situations. And she thought about how masterful he was, how
skillful and dedicated, and how easily he had reduced her to putty. She could
hear her heart pounding in her head.
No, this was not mere loyalty. It was something more.
"That's not it..." she murmured, even as he began to rock his hips against
hers. "I... well, I think I really like you, master..."
She then let out a moan, coming as Hayate abruptly smacked her ass with the
flat of his hand.
"That's a good girl," Hayate told her, feeling her pussy clench, squeezing his
cock like a vise. "You know exactly what you want," he continued, feeling
himself approaching the brink. "So how about I give it to you, eh?"
With that, he came, pouring a great quantity of semen inside the maid, causing
her to squeal.
"M-Master...!" she yelped, feeling his seed quickly filling her up. "I can feel
it inside my womb! Your cum is flooding my womb!" she screamed wildly, moaning
and wailing between mortification and delight. "I'm going to get pregnant!" she
exclaimed, the sensations going through her body driving her crazy. "You're
going to get me pregnant! I'm going to give birth to master's child!"
Hayate smiled, amused by this. Despite Chiharu's lewd ranting, he knew that the
actual odds of her getting pregnant were very low.
...still, though, the possibility was intriguing. It would be a simple matter,
using the book, to ensure that the maid got pregnant – or, conversely, prevent
it. He supposed he could leave it up to chance, but really, didn't they say
better safe than sorry?
With this thought in mind, Hayate took out the Book of Amen and wrote in it to
keep the maid from getting pregnant. Even with everything he has been doing,
knocking up someone other than his fiancee would simply be too irresponsible
for him to accept.
Now, setting the book aside, he turned his attention back to the maid. A bit of
his semen was still dribbling out of her pussy, and she had a euphoric
expression on her face. She was smiling at him, though she blushed and self-
consciously averting her gaze when his eyes made contact with hers, and Hayate,
in the back of his mind, felt like he recognized her from somewhere...
...well, that did not particularly matter. What did, however, was that she
finished "cleaning" his member. So he ordered her to turn around and bend over,
which she did so eagerly, clearly anticipating what was next to come.
With a pleased grunt, Hayate spread the maid's buttocks, exposing her tight
little asshole, which he briefly teased with the head of his dick. She went
crazy from this, and so did he, quickly becoming too aroused to hold back. So
he slammed his full length and girth into her, causing the maid to squeal
delightfully, and he fucked her raw for several minutes, coming inside her ass
a few times before he was satisfied.
When that was done, though, he pulled back out of her, and she was barely able
to stand, he had fucked her so hard. But she was smiling at him adoringly, and
clearly eager for more.
Once more pushing aside the vague sense of familiarity he got when he looked at
the maid, Hayate spoke.
"Now, finish cleaning me off," Hayate instructed Chiharu.
"Do you want me to use my mouth this time, master?" she asked with a low
curtsy, eyeing his massive member with a hungry glint in her eyes.
"If you want," said he.
Chiharu smiled, blushing faintly.
"I am honored," she said softly, before getting down on her knees and taking
his manhood into her mouth – or as much as she could fit of it, in any case.
She sucked on him greedily, licking up every inch of his hardness. She
delighted in every last taste of his cock, and all of the things with which it
had come into contact. She savored every last sensation on her tongue as she
slowly, fastidiously, licked his meat clean.
Of course, Hayate came more than a few times as Chiharu cleaned him, but each
time she all too gladly licked up every last drop of semen. By the time she got
to washing his ball-sack, Hayate had come at least five times, and her belly
was full of his seed.
At last, though, the maid finished cleaning off every last inch of her master's
gigantic cock, and, licking her lips, she smiled and looked up into Hayate's
eyes. And meeting the girl's gaze, looking deep into her eyes, Hayate realized
with only a little surprise that he did indeed recognize her, and he knew
exactly who she was.
He smiled brightly.
"That's a good look for you, Harukaze-san," he remarked, meaning her naked body
and submissive pose.
Chiharu blushed deeply. "You... you know that it's me, master...?" she
whispered softly, cheeks bright red.
Hayate smiled. "Of course I do~" he said cheerfully.
In spite of everything else, Chiharu found herself returning the smile.
"Somehow..." she murmured, "...I don't know, but for some reason I thought it
would be bad for people to figure out who I am..." She shook her head, smiling.
"...I tried so hard to conceal my identity for this long, that... well, it's
really just a relief, to finally have the cat out of the bag. It's a big weight
off of my shoulders."
Her smile widened, eyes crinkling.
"I'm glad it was you who figured it out, master," she said warmly. "I really
am." She then did a curtsy, bending her knees and bowing her head. "Now how may
I serve you, Hayate-sama?"
"How about you go fetch Isumi for me?" he suggested, smiling cheerfully at
Chiharu. "And if you see any of your fellow maids on the way, bring them too. I
might reward you if you find anyone especially cute~"
Chiharu nodded in understanding, and bowed low.
"Your wish is my command," she said loyally, before straightening back up and
departing to do as he asked. Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked away, and
Hayate like what she showed him.
Chuckling to himself, he went over to the couch where Hatsuho was lying and sat
down at her head. Taking out the book, Hayate briefly considered writing
something down in it.
Smiling, Hayate decided that he knew exactly what to put in the Book.
'Ayumu and Izumi-san are my maids,' he wrote. 'I own them, and they will do
whatever I ask, because they love me unconditionally.' (Little did he realize
that this was already the case)
With that written in the book, he then snapped it shut and stowed it away to
await Chiharu's return.
Suddenly, Hayate heard a cute yawn come from down by his lap, and a little
after that he felt a tongue lick the head of his member, skillfully urging it
to full mast.
Glancing down, he saw Hatsuho enthusiastically licking his meat, lewdly moaning
and murmuring as she serviced him with her mouth. Her eyes were still closed,
and a bit crusty in the corners, and she had clearly only just woken up. Even
half-asleep it seemed apparent that Hatsuho knew the scent of his sex, and
loved the taste of his manhood, judging by the way she was drowsily moaning.
Hayate groaned, coming as his future mother-in-law teased the opening of his
penis with the tip of her tongue, and what semen Hatsuho didn't catch in her
mouth landed in her hair and on her face. She swallowed his seed with a smile,
making a happy noise as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and the semen off
of her face.
"Good morning," said Hayate, smirking at how hopelessly addicted to his cock
Hatsuho was proving to be. "Did you enjoy your breakfast?" he teased as he
watched her lick up the semen she had wiped off onto her hand.
"I'm still hungry," she replied, causing him to chortle.
"Good!" said Hayate, "Because that was just an appetizer." He then placed a
hand on the back of her head and shoved it down onto his cock.
Hatsuho squealed happily as he forced her to deepthroat him, making a
wonderfully shameful face as her son-in-law fucked her face. She eagerly played
with his balls as he forced her head up and down, and she made use of secret,
subtle arts to effortlessly, repeatedly push him to orgasm. He came inside her
mouth several times just over the course of a few minutes, and she had her fill
(and then some) of his seed, pleasuring him in exchange for donations of his
precious, power-restoring semen.
By the time Hayate was finished feeding Hatsuho, several minutes had passed.
When he finally looked up, he saw Chiharu (still naked) standing patiently at
attention, along with Isumi and two maids, whom he recognized.
Ayumu Nishizawa and Izumi Segawa, who were dressed in curiously skimpy maid
outfits consisting of precipitously low-cut blouses that emphasized the curves
of their modest bosoms and dangerously short skirts that barely covered their
nether regions, were blushing brightly as they watched Lady Hatsuho pull her
head back from Hayate's crotch and lick her lips in a satisfied manner.
The two maids' cheeks were beet red as their eyes zeroed in on their master's
massive, throbbing hardness, and they shyly squeaked in unison as they felt his
gaze fall upon their bare thighs and exposed cleavage. Bashfully, awkwardly,
the two bowed to him, feeling both embarrassed and aroused as they gave him a
perfect view down their blouses.
Isumi, who was standing beside Chiharu, smiled at the way Ayumu and Izumi were
acting. The two girls were older than her (being, at seventeen, three years her
senior and the same age as Hayate), and they clearly had a very strong crush on
him. Glancing aside at Chiharu, Isumi saw that the silver-haired maid was also
looking at her fiancee with obvious adoration, a light pink blush dusting her
cheeks as she stared unashamedly at his cock.
Isumi nodded her head in understanding, and unspoken approval. It was only
natural that they would be enamored of him. She could not blame them for simply
following nature.
"Do not be so bashful," she gently instructed Ayumu and Izumi. "Hayate-sama is
enough for all of us, and many times more. I do not hate you for being in love
with him, and I will not resent you for making love to him."
The two girls' blushes deepened, but they nodded nervously and went forward,
bowing once more before Hayate, tugging shyly at the necklines of their blouses
to give him a peek of their aereolas.
"Please take good care of us, master," they said. "How would you like us to
service you?"
***** Moar Maids and Mother-in-laws *****
Hayate smiled at the two as he reclined languidly in the couch. His member was
still erect, as to be expected, and his eyes were hungrily devouring every inch
of Ayumu and Izumi's cutely sexy bodies. The cleavage they were showing off was
considerable, since both were modestly endowed for their age.
He contemplated having them use those breasts to pleasure him, but he chanced
to glance down and saw their feet. They wore clean, indoor shoes and long,
form-fitting silk stockings which reached to just a bit below the knee.
So on a whim, figuring he might as well try something different, Hayate spoke.
"Well, to start off with..." he suggested, "How about you use your feet?"
Ayumu and Izumi's cheeks flushed pink, this request catching them off guard.
But soon enough they regained balance and obeyed.
Izumi was the first to act, slipping off her shoes. She nearly tripped over
them, since her eyes were glued onto her master's rod, but she managed to catch
herself at the last moment. Walking up to Hayate, she got onto the couch and
sat herself down on the armrest next to him, tentatively laying her stocking
clad feet in his lap.
With a grin, Hayate wrapped an arm around Izumi's waist, ensuring that she
wouldn't fall off the couch. Her breasts were at eye-level to him, and he had a
close-up view of her cleavage – near enough to even see her nipples down her
blouse, and know that she was not wearing a bra.
Ayumu, meanwhile, was a tad more reluctant, though she did as her master
requested all the same. She took off both shoes and stockings, leaving her feet
bare, and she laid herself at the foot of the couch, raising her legs up onto
it so that her feet also were in Hayate's lap. This position did not leave her
much in the way of leverage, but if she spread her legs just so she could show
her master everything.
Once the two were in position, Hayate permitted the girls to begin.
Izumi pressed her silk-clad heels into Hayate's iron-hard shaft, rubbing the
smooth fabric against it while tugging down on her neckline to let master see
more of her breasts. She rubbed her feet up and down his cock in an alternating
pattern, eliciting a number of pleased groans from him.
Ayumu, meanwhile, teased the head of Hayate's dick with her naked toes,
spreading her legs and pulling back her skirt to give him a clear view of her
nether regions. Seeing that her master's attention was drawn by this, she
playfully smirked up at Izumi and spread her pussy, pinching the head of their
master's cock between her toes.
Hayate came from this, and his semen splattered all over: a lot landed in
Izumi's cleavage and mouth and on her face and tits, but a lot also came down
on Ayumu's pussy and thighs, not to mention how much covered both their feet.
He grinned at the two girls, seeing his semen all over them.
Hayate smirked at the shameful expressions on Ayumu and Izumi's faces as the
lay at on the floor before him. His dick was hard from their ministrations, and
the sight of their naked womanhood and bosom, and he knew what it wanted.
It was the same thing the girls wanted.
Getting off of the couch, Hayate got on top of Ayumu first. He lined his dick
up with her entrance, plunging his hardness into her pussy. Ayumu moaned
ecstatically at the feeling, her cunt tightening as he fucked her. She urged
him onward, begging him to tear up her insides.
Hayate complied with gusto. He smacked his pelvis against Ayumu's with almost
frightening force and velocity, pumping in and out of her at a mind-blowing
rate. He laid waste her womanhood, tearing it up with his massive rod, and she
thanked him for the honor.
He came inside of her, filling her with his seed. She moaned happily, and he
kissed her passionately, using no small amount of tongue.
Then Hayate turned his attention to Izumi, and he did likewise to her, casually
insulting and debasing the wealthy, but ditzy, young woman. Izumi loved this
treatment, getting off on the abuse and humiliation: it was a fetish of hers
from the beginning, and the fact that it was Hayate (or "Hayata-kun", as she
and her two closest friends affectionately called him) only intensified the
pleasure.
"You're such a dirty little slut!" Hayate playfully taunted Izumi as he fucked
her pussy like there was no tomorrow. "Were you really a virgin before this? I
find that hard to believe."
Izumi moaned, face red, and she writhed and squirmed beneath the lithe, hard
body of her master.
"No...!" she said. "Wait, yes...! Or, I mean... you're the only one I'd ever
give it to, Hayata-sama! Honest! Just you, and nobody else!"
Hayate chuckled, and he planted a kiss on Izumi's lips.
"That's good, Segawa-chan. You're mine, and mine alone," he told her. Then he
smirked. "Of course, if... oh, say I ordered you to have sex with a stranger or
two while I watched, you would do that, wouldn't you? I'm your master, after
all."
Izumi moaned, coming explosively from the thought of being commanded to do
something so humiliating - as well as the knowledge that she would do it, if he
ordered her too. Her pussy clenched like a vise grip as her juices splashed
upon her and Hayate's thighs, squeezing a massive load of semen from his dick.
Then Izumi was spent, or at least she stopped speaking. So Hayate pulled out of
her, got up, and took a look around him at Hatsuho, Isumi, and Chiharu.
"Haru-chan~" said Hayate cheerfully to Chiharu, "Would you mind bringing my cow
here?"
The maid nodded, curtsying professionally. "Of course, master," she said with
much obeisance. Then she turned and left, swaying her hips for Hayate's viewing
pleasure as she went.
"It's almost time for lunch," remarked Hatsuho, glancing at her future son-in-
law's goodly-sized erection. She licked her lips, eyes gleaming longingly, and
Isumi joined her.
"So it is," said the pretty, young prodigy, staring fixedly at her betrothed's
crotch.
Hayate smiled. "Ah, but I think you two should have a more... hem... rounded
diet, don't you agree?" His eyes went down to their chests, which were both
very much on the 'petite' side.
"What," said Isumi. "Doesn't my body please you the way it is, darling?"
"Yes," agreed Hatsuho, nearly pouting. "Don't you find us sexually appealing,
Hayate-sama?"
"Oh, I do," said Hayate, still smiling. "I could do the two of you all night
straight without getting bored, but I simply thought that, if you wanted to
fill out your figures..." he trailed off, shrugging.
As expected, this immediately got the attention of the two lovely Saginomiya
women.
"Fill out our figures?" said Hatsuho. "How?"
Isumi's eyes looked at him intently. "Yes, Hayate-sama, how would you do that?"
Hayate laughed.
"With my book, of course!" he said cheerfully, taking out the artifact in
question. Hatsuho and Isumi nodded silently in rough understanding. "They
already say that milk is good for your development, but who knows what Sakuya-
chan's milk might do, hmm?"
The pair's eyes brightened, and Hayate promptly proceeded to write down the
words:
'Sakuya Aizawa is my private cow. She gives me and my girls all the milk we
need, and the more of Sakuya's milk a girl drinks, the more like Sakuya she
becomes. Drinking my semen can restore their intelligence, though.'
Pausing a moment, he thought a little bit before also adding:
'Sakuya-san herself thinks that she is a cow, and she acts like one. More or
less.'
With that done, he put he pen away and snapped the book shut.
"There," he said, "that should do it."
"Oh, of course," said Isumi. "Sakuya-neesan's milk. That's what you were
talking about."
Hatsuho beamed demurely. "Yes," she agreed, "that would certainly do the trick,
wouldn't it?"
Hayate nodded. "Indeed it would," he remarked. "Now, now that that's settled,
how about we have some fun while we wait? Isumi?" he said. "Would you like to
go first?"
"I would," said the girl, smiling at him. "But I think my mother would like to
go even more."
Hatsuho nodded rather eagerly, relative to how sedate she usually was, and she
walked towards Hayate with a husky smile on her lips. She moved with seductive
grace, wrapping her arms around Hayate's shoulders and tightly intertwining her
legs with his. She kissed him hotly, hungrily, and ground her womanhood
desperately against his dick.
"Give me babies," she moaned softly, her body writhing with an aching
needagainst his. "Give your fiancee a cute baby sister, and have more babies
with Isumi when she's older. Mm," she moaned, briefly kissing Hayate again.
"Give me a daughter to be an aunt to the daughters you will have with my first
daughter. And then, when that daughter is of age, you can have more daughters
with her. Ahn~!"
She thrust her pelvis forcefully against Hayate's. His cock impaled her
blossom, and she moaned lewdly at the sensation. She rocked her hips back
forth, pressing her body deeply into Hayate's.
The former butler sweatdropped at this. "Eh?" he said. "Have daughters with a
daughter of my own? That sounds kind of..."
"It's tradition," said Hatsuho. "It is how the Saginomiya family has maintained
its spiritual powers over the centuries. We have only daughters, and men with
sufficient spiritual potential are simply too rare... Isumi's father died
unfortunately young, but you have twice the potential he did..." She mewled
shamelessly, squeezing Hayate's buttocks. "I am sure you will give us many
powerful daughters."
Hayate still thought this sounded a little squicky, but he supposed he could
always do something about that later. For now, though, he would just continue
to fuck Hatsuho for as long as she could stand.
***** On-Demand Ejaculation (ODE) *****
If there was one area, out of all others, where A-tan had truly taught Hayate
well, it was in how to please a woman. They may have both been little kids, at
the time (or at least may have looked like little kids, in Athena's case...)
but that didn't stop the blonde from frequently ordering her butler to pleasure
her.
And the fact that she would beat him whenever he failed to perform up to her
expectations meant that little Hayate had had some very good motivation for
improving his sexual prowess. He had learned the intricacies of the female
body, inside and out, practiced all of the best maneuvers until he could bring
his mistress to orgasm with just a few touches.
Though trauma had sealed away those particular memories, and caused Hayate's
ability in bed to sharply decline from its formerly godlike levels, he was
still unbelievably skilled. He could still make a woman come with relative
ease, and with every session of intercourse he regained a little bit more of
those once-lost skills.
"AHHHH!" Hatsuho wailed only a few minutes after Hayate started fucking her.
"I'm coming, Hayate-sama...!"
And she did indeed come. Her juices sprayed out, spurting over her son-in-law's
thick, throbbing manhood. And her pussy tightened, squeezing down hard on the
butler's shaft.
"Ungh...!" Hayate grunted, coming inside of Hatsuho. He kissed her womb. His
semen flooded her cunt.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned, panting and mewling. "Incredible... I feel
incredible..."
Hayate smiled at her, eyes bright. Reaching a hand up, he squeezed one of the
woman's modestly small breasts. She gasped, and he felt her come again almost
immediately.
"This seems so easy..." Hayate whispered half to himself. "You're so easy to
pleasure, Saginomiya-san."
He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. They tasted sweet, and they were soft
against his. She moaned weakly into his mouth, and Hayate smiled into the kiss.
He plunged his manhood into her pussy once more, and he really moved it around,
getting into all of the hard to reach spots. He felt the velvety folds of her
womanhood caress his shaft as he pleasured her.
"Ahhn..." Hatsuho whimpered. Her whole body was shivering, and she sounded
borderline incoherent. "I'm coming..." she moaned, scarcely more than ten
seconds after Hayate had resumed fucking her.
Her nectar gushed over his groin once more, and Hayate felt her squeeze him
tightly. Yet he wasn't quite at the point of coming, himself...
Frowning, half-unconsciously he felt himself push something somewhere inside
his body. He focused intently on the task at hand, perceiving intuitively that
Hatsuho would have nothing left after this orgasm, and forced himself to
ejaculate at the same time she was.
Hatsuho moaned happily at this. She shivered euphorically beneath him, before
going limp.
Not more than seven minutes had passed. Chiharu wasn't even back yet.
Frowning a little, Hayate pulled out of Hatsuho.
"You need to work on your endurance," he remarked pleasantly, before standing
up and turning his attention to Isumi.
"I don't think it's my endurance, though..." murmured Hatsuho to herself,
watching thoughtfully as Hayate went to embrace her daughter. "You are skilled,
Hayate-sama... Truly skilled beyond measure... and improving so rapidly,
too..." She smiled weakly. "It's almost a little frightening. But you may just
be... the greatest lover... ever."
Even as Hatsuho was saying this, Hayate had thrust himself into Isumi. He
pushed his manhood into the girl's hot, tight pussy, making her squeal in
ecstasy. He held her small, slender frame tightly against himself. She was
soft, her skin smooth and her hair silky.
"OH, YES!" she screamed as Hayate rocked his hips furiously back and forth
against her pelvis. The wet slapping sound as her fucked her cunt was loud
enough to wake the dead, to say nothing of her cries. "OH, HAYATE-SAMA! I LOVE
IT! I LOVE IT!"
Isumi's cunt was tight, squeezing against his cock. Hayate reached his hands
down to squeeze Isumi's small, soft buttocks while continuing to pound her.
"Oh yeaaah," he moaned. "OH YEAH!" he cried, louder, really getting into it.
"Isumi-san...! Oh, yes! Ohhhh!"
"AHHH! ahh! Ahhhhhh!" Isumi wailed incoherently. "It hurts...! It hurts...!
Hayate-sama, my pussy...!"
"Ohhh, you're so tight, Isumi-san..." Hayate groaned, grinding himself furious
inside of her. Her blossom was fragrant and enticing as he fucked her, and the
tightness was truly magnificent. "So fucking tight...!"
Isumi's eyes widened. She could feel Hayate's rod ramming up against her
cervix, and she just lost control at that point. "Oh, God! Ohgod! OHGOD!" she
screamed. "I'm COOOOMmmmiing...!"
She threw her head back, unable to bear it. Her screams were ear-piercing in
volume. Hayate's cock was stretching her out so much. It was so big, and he was
putting in her so hard...
She came. Her juices spurted out over Hayate's dick. She could feel his fingers
teasing her anus, and that was just too much for her. She couldn't stand it.
She felt like she was going to die from pleasure.
Isumi's face was beet red. She was panting heavily, and sweat was pouring down
her petite, nubile form. Hayate's hands wandered skillfully over her aching,
horny loli body, teasing and pleasuring her with all the skill of a sex god.
Before she even knew what was happening, she felt herself come a second time.
Then a third, and a fourth, all in rapid succession.
"Noooo..." she moaned weakly. Hayate's cock was still going strong inside of
her. He was pumping back and forth furiously. His pace was slowing. "I... I'm
dying..." she moaned. "I feel like I'm dying..."
She swooned, collapsing bonelessly onto Hayate's chest.
"Isumi-san?" said her lover. He reluctantly stopped thrusting, though he had
yet to come. "Are you okay?"
"I can't..." she weakly moaned. "I can't... I'm sorry Hayate-sama... my body is
too weak..." She whimpered, pressing her face against his chest. "I... I don't
have the strength... to keep going..." she panted, barely able to form a
complete sentence.
Hayate looked sheepish.
"Oh," he said. "I guess I got carried away... or something..."
Isumi whimpered. "If..." she said. "If only I had some of your seed... if I
could swallow some of it, I would be rejuvenated..."
Hayate's eyes widened.
"That's right..." he said. "If I give you some of my seed, you'll be good to
go...?"
Isumi nodded weakly. "But I don't think I can even... suck it out... as tired
as I am..."
Hayate frowned thoughtfully. "Well, maybe... maybe you don't have to suck it
out..." he said, before pulling out of Isumi and lifting her up in his arms. He
carried her over to the couch, and laid her down on it.
Hayate looked down at Isumi, drinking in the sight of her slender, naked body.
Her skin was flushed bright red, and her tiny pink nipples were pointing
straight up. Her flat, smooth belly led to her delicious navel, and her soaking
wet pussy.
His cock twitched, yet Hayate could also tell that he wasn't anywhere near
coming. Even with the masturbation fodder that Isumi's lolicious form would
provide, it would take him a fair amount of masturbating to get anything into
her mouth.
Again, this could be blamed on his former mistress, not that Hayate remembered
it. Athena had been the one to severely punish him every time he ejaculated
prematurely, when "playing" with him, and those punishments had not been the
fun kind. A-tan was a harsh mistress and a cruel teacher, but her methods were
nothing if not effective. Thanks to her "encouragement", Hayate had acquired an
almost superhuman control of his genitals.
Back then, she had taught Hayate to come only when she ordered him to, and he
still remembered these lessons on a subconscious level.
But Hayate had a thought, as he looked down at Isumi.
'I wonder...' he thought. 'When I came inside Hatsuho-san, earlier... well,
logically, I shouldn't have, I guess. I wasn't anywhere near that point, but I
just wanted really badly to come with her...'
He frowned thoughtfully.
'It couldn't be... could it? Is that even possible...? I mean, I've heard of
mind over matter, but surely this... this couldn't possibly work. Right?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
"Open wide, dear," said Hayate to Isumi. He grabbed his cock in his free hand,
angling himself closer to his betrothed's cute little mouth as she opened it in
a sexy little 'O'.
He closed his eyes, focusing. He tried to think back on what had been going
through his head when he had come inside Hatsuho, tried to reproduce those
thoughts here and now.
It came much more easily, this time. Almost as though a blockage had been
loosened, the second Hayate thought about seriously making himself come,
andwilled the semen to come out, it, well, came.
A massive load of thick, white sperm shot straight into Isumi's mouth. It felt
like a gallon, and certainly Isumi was hard pressed to swallow even a fraction
of it. Most of the eruption sprayed her face, and her hair, as well as her
neck, upper chest, and the couch cushions.
It was a ludicrously huge ejaculation.
But Isumi swallowed what she could, and eagerly licked up much of the rest.
"Ohhh..." she moaned. "So incredible, Hayate-sama... it tastes even better than
before, and there's so much..." She purred, actually coming a little as she
rolled over to start licking the couch cushions.
Her cute, tight little bum waved temptingly in the air. Isumi was making some
truly lewd noises, too, as she licked Hayate's semen off of the couch. She
seemed to be back to one hundred percent, and maybe even a notch above that.
Briefly, Hayate pondered the ramifications of the fact that, apparently, he
could make himself ejaculate at will.
Then, after a few seconds of that, he hopped up on the couch and grabbed his
fiancee's hips.
"This might hurt a little, Isumi-san~" he chirped cheerfully. Then, lining
himself up, her spread her butt cheeks and rammed his cock all the way in.
***** Bakunyuu Loli Moo-cow? *****
Isumi's butt was so wonderfully tight. Hayate adored fucking it. More than
that, he adored making hot, passionate love to such a sweet lolita.
Especially one with such adorable usagi-mimi.
Probably not the best thing to think, but it was what it was. Hayate may not
have strictly been a lolicon, but by God if sticking it to Isumi wasn't one of
the best feelings he had ever experienced.
He grunted, feeling the walls of her rectum all but crushing his throbbing,
aching shaft. The pressure felt great enough to get diamond from coals, and
only the flawless control of his own orgasms was keeping him from blowing his
load prematurely.
"You're so nice, dear..." Hayate groaned, rocking his hips fervently back and
forth against Isumi's cute, spankable rump. "Your body is so good to me..."
"Mmm, Hayate-sama..." the girl moaned. "And I love having you inside me. Ah! It
feels... Ohhhh... so... GOOD!"
Hayate felt the girl's body shudder a little. Almost intuitively, he could tell
she was reaching orgasm. It was just something he could feel bubbling up inside
of her. Like discerning the flow of a battle, he could sort of see exactly what
he needed to do to make the girl come.
He could read her body like a book.
He rubbed her thigh a little, slightly increasing the force of his thrusts.
Underneath the wet, meaty racket of their nether regions smacking together,
Hayate could hear the sound of Chiharu and Sakuya coming this way. They were
talking (huh, so writing that change had returned her speech? interesting)
though about what, exactly he could not tell.
But they weren't more than a minute away now, which was good.
The girls would get to drink their milk.
Hayate, without even really thinking about, circled his index finger around
Isumi's adorable clitoris. The girl whimpered.
"Oh, Hayate-sama..." she groaned. "...I'm..."
He brought his thumb up against the tip of that finger, lightly pinching
Isumi's sensitive clit.
The spirit medium's eyes widened, and she threw her head back with a girlish
howl. "COMMMING...!" she cried out, her juices spraying out like she'd drunk a
full gallon of punch.
Smiling, Hayate allowed himself to shoot a load into the girl's ass.
Sakuya and Chiharu, in turn, smiled to see Hayate fucking Isumi.
"Hello, master," said Chiharu with a bow. Her breasts bounced intriguingly with
the movement of her torso, compelling a still-quite-aroused Hayate to leer
hungrily at the modest mounds. "I have brought you your... Sakuya-sama, as you
requested."
"So I can see," replied Hayate brightly, giving the maid a warm smile. "You did
a very nice job, Chiharu-chan. I'll have to think of a way to reward you for
it, later."
The maid blushed deeply. "Ahhhh..." she whimpered, overheating at the thought.
"You are too kind to me, master."
"It's no more than you deserve, Chiharu," he responded meaningfully. Blue eyes
twinkled with a hint of subtle mischief.
Hatsuho, meanwhile, sat up languidly on the couch, and Isumi joined her mother.
The two of them stared meaningfully at the naked, obscenely buxom Sakuya, who
smiled lustily at the attention they were giving her.
"Moooo," said the girl playfully, taking her immense mammary organs in hand and
playfully, gratuitously waving them before the eyes of the Saginomiya mother
and daughter. "You two are lookin' purdy thirsty!" she remarked cheerfully.
Hatsuho nodded, licking her lips.
"You are most mouthwatering, Aizawa-chan," she told the girl. "A part of me
greatly begrudges you those explosive breasts and hips."
"Yes," agreed her daughter, Isumi, still looking quite sore down south, but
also visibly content from her session with Hayate. "I feel the same as
mother... and I highly anticipate the chance to advance my own appeal with your
milk, sister."
Sakuya beamed at this, wiggling her hips lewdly. Teasingly, she pinched her
nipples, causing a bit of milk to squirt out onto the floor. Isumi and
Hatsuho's eyes zeroed in on this almost instantly, following the creamy white
fluid through its arc.
The pair of nude exorcists licked their lips. Isumi's fluffy white bunny ears
twitched a little bit.
Hayate's eyes twinkled, and his dick throbbed visibly.
"That was pretty sexy, Sakuya-chan," he remarked cheerfully, eyeing her milky
nipples.
Sakuya giggled, shaking her boobs a little more for the bluenet's viewing
pleasure.
"Ehhhh?" she said, playfully teasing. "Master is such a perv. Hentai. Hayate-
sama the hentai~" she cooed.
The butler, and her master, laughed.
"Oh? But I thought you liked that about me," he replied, doing a little of his
own teasing.
Sakuya tittered, blushing happily. "Mmm," she purred. "Yes, Sakuya likes many
things about master. But she is his dumb, slutty cow, so what does she know~?"
She winked at Hayate, getting down on her hands and knees. She began pretending
to graze, roughly affecting the pleasantly vacant expression of domesticated
cattle.
"Mooooo~" she went, lowing like a cow as she pretended to chew imaginary cud.
Hayate watched appreciatively for a few moments as his "cow" crawled around on
the floor, shamelessly swaying her wide, generous hips as she went. Her
breasts, as large as they were after Hayate's modifications, were squashed
against the floor rather tightly by their sheer mass, and they rubbed lewdly
against the smooth tile.
He could see Sakuya's pussy getting wet from this.
"Well, I don't know about that," Hayate conceded pleasantly. "But I know what I
like," he said meaningfully, glancing at Sakuya's lewd, naked body. "And I
think Sakuya-san knows what she likes, too."
Sakuya smiled, and glanced sidelong at her master's huge, erect, throbbing
dick. Its length was considerable, as was its girth, and its blue-veined mass
was topped by the lewd, glistening, purple knob that was its foreskin. The slit
glistened, wet and sticky with precum, and recent ejaculations.
"I do, yessss," she purred, licking her lips at the sight. "Oh, yes, I do
indeed."
She wolf-whistled, and gave Hayate another wink. Then she squeezed her tits
again, causing a bit more milk to leak from her puffy, swollen nipples.
Izumi and Ayumu began to stir from their fucked-senseless stupors, around this
point. Perhaps some subtle aroma of the sex, or else Sakuya's milk, awoke them.
But whatever the case, the second they saw Sakuya's milk on the floor, their
mouths began to water. Isumi and Hatsuho, too, were also licking their lips as
they eyed the mess.
It looked like they were getting thirsty, seeing all of this. But Hayate held
up one hand, gesturing silently for them to stop.
"No, not yet," he said. "Sakuya-san needs some personal time before she's ready
to nurse all of you. I have to build up her strength with some good old HCF,"
he told them.
He didn't notice it, but even as Hayate said this, a new passage – in his
handwriting – magically appeared in the book.
'Everyone benefits from Hayate Ayasaki's sperm the way the Saginomiya family
does. They don't even have to eat it. Just touching it will suffice.'
The fact that Hayate himself had no conscious part in this probably wasn't
anything important.
Chiharu chose this moment to speak up.
"If... once you're done with that, master, could I become a milk maid...?" she
inquired shyly. "I want to be able to feed others the same way Sakuya-sama
does."
Hayate smiled. "If you want to," he said. "But I'll need to give her a lot of
sperm, then, because I imagine it will take a lotof her milk to let you do
that. Once I'm done with her, though, you're free to become as lewdly-endowed
of a cow as you wish."
Chiharu blushed. Some of her juices were leaking from her womanhood just at the
thought of being as well-endowed as Sakuya-sama.
She imagined master and Sakuya drinking from her breasts.
Chiharu moaned loudly. In spite of herself, she came explosively all over her
own thighs.
"I... I won't disappoint you, master...!" she exclaimed, panting piteously.
Hayate smiled at her, giving Chiharu his usual pleasant and almost-too-
cheerful-to-be-real grin.
"I know you won't," he said warmly. "You're a good little slut." His words were
warm and affectionate, but the content of them was still objectively degrading.
And Chiharu adored this degradation.
"Ahhhhn...!" she screamed, coming just from being insulted by her master. "I
love you, Hayate-sama...!"
But Hayate was too busy mounting Sakuya to pay these words any heed. He pressed
generous, doughy buttocks aside with the solid, unyielding girth of his
manhood.
He rammed himself into her – roughly, perhaps, but Sakuya seemed to enjoy it
all the same.
"FUUUUUUCK MY ASSSSS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOD!" she screamed as Hayate pumped
himself forcefully inside her anus. "OH GOD! MASTER! FUCK!"
Hayate laughed cheerfully, and he gave Sakuya's huge, round, juicy bum a good,
sharp swat. The skin wobbled and jiggled furiously from the blow, and a
splotchy reddish mark in the shape of his hand was almost immediately visible
spreading across the young girl's left butt cheek.
"MOOOO!" Sakuya shrieked. "MOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOO! MASTER! MOOOOOOOOOOO!" Milk
shot gratuitously, almost cartoonishly out of her nipples as she came. The
creamy white fluid gushed out all over the floor, and the other girls could
hardly contain themselves.
Chiharu, Isumi, Hatsuho, Izumi, and Ayumu all got down on their hands and
knees. Desperately, greedily, they began slurping up Sakuya's milk. And even as
they did this, their particular endowmentscould be seen to slowly and subtly,
but nonetheless most assuredly, swell with every drop of the marvelous liquid.
All while Hayate pleasantly fucked the fat loli ass of his own personal cow-
girl.
***** Equivalent Exchange *****
"Oh, God... Oh, Hayate..." moaned Sakuya, her body rocking and rolling
sensually back and forth. She was down on all floors in the foyer of the Aizawa
manor, a building graciously loaned out to her family by her master. She and
everyone in her family belonged to Hayate. Even her little sister and brother.
Even her mother. Even her father.
Everything of theirs was his to use and abuse. Their property, their servants.
Their bodies.
Sakuya could feel the blood in her asshole, seeping from the tears and the rips
caused by her master's incomparable manhood going on a rampage in her anus. It
was hot and wet, and it mingled with the considerable quantity of semen
flooding her hole. The stinging, and the burning, and the aching of her ass and
her hips and her pelvis was immense, but so too was the pleasure she gained
from that pain.
Her breasts were swollen grotesquely, nipples lewdly engorged and distended.
Milk dribbled and leaked from her youthful, lactating teat, spilling out all
over the ornately tiled floor. The thick, warm, opalescent fluid seeped into
the cracks, into the sprawling (if shallow) recesses of the masterfully
engraved stonework. A film of her breastmilk spread out across the floor, even
to the feet and hands and tongues of her spectating friends, family, and
colleagues.
She was also coming gratuitously, nectar gushing freely from her blossom,
spraying out onto the floor with her milk. And this too was lapped up by Isumi,
Hatsuho, Izumi, Ayumu, and Haru-chan. Their clothes were soaking wet and
clinging sensually, excitingly to the curves of their figures, curves which
were slowly but steadily expanding – a centimeter there, a centimeter here – as
they drank.
Isumi was playfully cupping and groping her own gradually expanding breasts as
she drank, tiny bumps having swollen now into modest, girlish mounds that
poured now a little over the edges of her hands, and through the gaps in her
fingers. Her cute little rump was also growing, swelling into somewhat of
bouncy little bubble butt. Her growth was occurring slower than the other
girls, perhaps mitigated by her youth and original figure, or else the sheer
volume of spiritual power that was held within her once petite (and still
slightly so) frame.
Chiharu, in contrast, was already very close to, if not already threatening to
outright surpass, Sakuya's endowments, her having been quite decently endowed
and well-developed to begin with. And there was also her very close affinity to
and affection for the Aizawa heiress, as well as her stated desire to become a
"cow" and milkmaid like Sakuya.
Then there were Izumi and Ayumu. Both were the same age as Chiharu, and
modestly endowed as well for their demographic. While they did not necessarily
have the Harukaze's desire to become cows, or quite the same starting point as
her, their growth was nonetheless very noticeable. Ayumu, with her tendency for
frequent snacking and her slightest couple of pounds over Izumi in weight, was
growing the tiniest bit larger in her bust, with goodly double-D's by this
point. But Izumi's behind was the bigger, and the more supple, generous and
round and pushing her skirt up.
And lastly Hatsuho, having the same general genetic disposition as her
daughter, if greater maturity in age and development, was while perhaps the
second slowest growing still nonetheless by now a generous C-cup. And with her
age and certain other factors, she was starting to lactate too, although not
remotely as gratuitously as Sakuya was.
All of the girls were expanding, if at different rates, and their curves were
only further arousing Hayate and Sakuya.
And the former came once more in the latter's ass, licking his lips and finding
himself already fantasizing about taking the other girls and trying out their
newly expanding curves. Even as he pulled himself out of Sakuya's bountiful,
abused ass with a messy SPLUT (and a disappointed whimper from the lass in
question), Hayate looked at the way the clothes of his maids clung to their
bodies.
While Chiharu and Hatsuho were naked, and Isumi a bunny-eared nudist, Ayumu and
Izumi still had the maid outfits mostly on. While their tits were hanging out,
the blouses unbuttoned, and nether regions exposed due to skirts being pushed
up by ballooning booties, the butler could not help but fantasize briefly about
what was still concealed.
Again, a passage appeared in the closed Book of Amen, the words 'Hayate's semen
dissolves clothes,' scrawling themselves in Hayate's handwriting beneath the
last thing to be written in the tome. All unbeknownst to Hayate himself, and
again surely a detail of no real importance.
"Fascinating," Hayate whispered half to himself, watching the girls crawl on
the floor on their hands and knees, shamelessly lapping up milk and ejaculate
from the beautifully tiled floor of the main foyer. "Are they growing even
faster now?"
"Looks like it," commented Sakuya, smiling faintly and eyeing Hayate's erection
with undisguised hunger. "More they drink in a sitting, the stronger the
effects get. 'S exponential." She knelt lovingly next to her master, softly
nuzzling her face against his bare, leanly muscular flank.
Hayate nodded quietly, only half paying attention as he watched the girls work
their way across the floor, leaving the perversely delightful glisten of
saliva-washed tiles in their wake. There wasn't much more milk left on the
floor, and he could see that the endowments of the girls were starting to level
out. Isumi and Hatsuho were catching up with Ayumu and Izumi, and Chiharu
seemed to have plateaued some minutes ago.
"I guess there's a limit, though," he mused. "To how big they can get, I mean."
"Kinda. Their bodies hafta rest after a certain point," replied Sakuya, still
cuddling up to Hayate's leg, breathing in the tantalizingly pungent and heady
scent of his glorious erect manhood. "Before they can grow anymore."
"I see," said Hayate. "But they're definitely pretty big already." And they
were indeed. Even Isumi was getting to a level that could rival an Eiken
character, endowed so generously that for a moment Hayate wondered idly if she
would even be able to stand under her own power.
"Well, if they get too big for your taste, you can always reduce it yourself,
master..." was Sakuya's response.
Hayate recalled what he had written in the book, about his own seed being able
to counteract the negative effects of the milk. 'Well, I suppose that could be
considered a negative effect, if they got too big...' he silently mused.
"I guess I can, can't I?" was what he said out loud, though.
He watched for a little bit longer as the girls finished cleaning up the last
of the floor, before slowly looking up at him with perplexed, vacant
expressions. Their eyes seemed dull and unfocused, looking at him but not
really understanding anything of what they saw in anything more than the most
basic and primitive. Isumi, Chiharu, Ayumu, Hatsuho, and Izumi all looked at
Hayate with pleasantly stupid expressions, giving off the same general
impression of drowsy, lumbering idiocy as a herd of domestic cattle.
Their endowments had grown explosively thanks to Sakuya's milk, but their
intelligence had also been sapped by it, and much more precipitously than
Hayate would have expected.
"Huh. I guess I underestimated you, Sakuya-san, " Hayate remarked,
sweatdropping a little bit at how stupidly the other girls were staring at the
two of them.
Sakuya purred happily, seeing the imbecilic looks on the faces of her friends,
colleagues, and most of all rivals. She nuzzled her cheek against Hayate's
throbbing cock, lazily inhaling his potent musk. She licked her lips.
"Mooo..." she lowed pleasantly, consciously making her cheek vibrate faintly
against her master's hard, rigid shaft. "Now there's just you and me, master...
the others are too dumb to compete for yer love..." She was smiling wickedly
and smugly as she said this, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the way her
master's dick subtly twitched and pulsed against the side of her face.
Hayate laughed sheepishly, absentmindedly threading his fingers through
Sakuya's short, dark hair. It was silky and soft against his calloused skin,
her scalp and follicles well-tended and cared for.
"Well, now, Sakuya-chan," he said with the faintest hint of mirth. "You don't
think I'll leave them like this, do you~?"
She pouted.
"A girl can dream, can't she?" she said. "Even if that girl's just a fat-titty
moo cow."
Hayate laughed. "You say that like it makes you less than a normal girl," he
commented. "Aren't you happy where you are?"
Sakuya smirked, opening her eyes to ogle his penis. She licked her lips.
"Oh, definitely," she purred. "I've got everythin' I could ever dream of." She
then kissed the sleek, veined shaft of Hayate's manhood, making him shiver
briefly and slightly. "But that don't mean I can't dream of more, now does it?"
Hayate's eyes twinkled as he looked down at the girl.
"Oh, I can certainly give you more... You haven't even seen a fraction of what
I can do to you," he said huskily, suggestively. "But first I should take care
of the other girls."
Sakuya pouted.
"Do you haveto?" she whined. "I think I prefer them like this." She gestured to
the girls, who were gazing dumbly this way and that, still on all fours. They
probably hadn't even realized yet that they could stand on just their hind legs
(...or maybe they couldn't, with the encumbrance of their newly acquired T&A).
"They're a lot quieter, for one."
"No, I don't haveto, but I'd still rather not leave them like this. I've tried
something like that before, already," was his casual and (to Sakuya) cryptic
response. "I didn't like it."
And on that note he strode forward to the breast-expanded and intelligence-
drained girls, standing up tall with a perversely persistent erection in hand.
"Made me feel like a bad person..." he murmured to himself under his breath.
Thoughtfully, he cast an eye over his shoulder to where Sakuya sat on the
floor, looking perplexed and a little jealous. He smiled, before he felt Ayumu
curiously lick the head of his penis.
Then he got to work.
***** A Lean-to is Fine as Well *****
Ayumu's tongue was great. So soft and warm and moist. And she used it very
well, too, even deprived of intelligence. Cheerfully tracing the veins which
throbbed up and down Hayate's menacing girth, the twin-tailed bluenette with
her vastly enhanced curves pleased her master excessively. He deigned to come
in her mouth very soon, gladly letting the girl taste his thick and pungent
seed.
Her eyes seemed to brighten a bit with that, she mindlessly gulping his full
load down eagerly and gluttonously.
Hayate smiled.
"Looks like you still need a little more..." he grunted, bucking his hips and
thrusting his manhood into Ayumu's mouth. The girl's eyes widened, and Hayate
willed himself to come again.
Nishizawa moaned happily, nursing herself on her master's milk until she was
able to understand that he was returning her intelligence.
She blushed, then, smiling up at the blue-eyed butler lovingly, worshipfully.
"Th-thank you, Hayate-sama..." she whimpered shyly. "Thank you for returning my
mind..."
"You're welcome~" said Hayate warmly. He gave the schoolgirl-cum-maid a playful
smack on her big, bouncy ass, making her moan lewdly and come all over the
place.
Seeing that she was back to normal, he turned his attention to the other girls.
Ayumu gratefully kissed Hayate's ass, then went and got Izumi for him.
In this manner, Hayate restored the intelligence of all the girls, more or
less. Chiharu he gave a little less than the others, since she had said that
wanted to be a cow like Sakuya, and Hatsuho and Isumi he gave a little bit
more, just to be on the safe side with their minds. It wouldn't do for
exorcists as powerful as Isumi and her mother to be brainless, or less
intelligent than normal.
But ultimately they were all kneeling before him, smiling beatifically up at
their most gracious master. Though Sakuya was pouting a little bit, having been
hoping to eliminate her competition for Hayate-sama's love and loins. But the
other girls were all grateful.
And Hatsuho in particular decided to show Hayate just how grateful.
Crouching down before her son-in-law, the MILF of a spirit medium hefted up two
enormous breasts in either hand, her palms practically vanishing beneath the
soft and generous mountains of flesh. Hayate pleasantly ogled her vast
cleavage, his manhood twitching in instinctive anticipation of what was coming.
Smiling, Hatsuho sandwiched Hayate's penis between her obscenely bountiful
bosoms. She rubbed those gargantuan gazongas eagerly against his grain, making
him grunt and groan agreeably. Her cheeks flush, and perspiration trickled down
those brobdignagian teats, pooling in the long and deep valley of her goddess.
She treated Hayate's manhood with all the care and adoration one would give a
holy relic, polishing his lance of flesh with such worship and obeisance that
one could have been excused for thinking t'were the Spear of Destiny itself
that was mashed so lewdly, so gratuitously, between her tremendously titanic
tits.
Hayate groaned, feeling himself throb and ache so intensely and erotically
betwixt Hatsuho's twin heavenly hills. He adored the luxurious sensations of
her smooth, fatty tissues melding so sensually to his rigid, rapacious
erection. Her succulent bosoms pleased and excited him to no end. A bit of
precum leaked out of its own accord, wetting and lubricating the massive,
majestic mounds of his mother-in-law's maternal MILF mammaries.
"Thank you so much, Hayate-sama..." purred Hatsuho. "My son-in-law to be... no,
my son-in-law in truth, I name you. Your selfless gesture... it is worth my
daughter's hand and a thousand others."
"Ah, it was nothing," Hayate grunted, mildly dismissive, modestly humble.
"Anyone else would have done the same thing, in my position..."
"Do not lie, Hayate-sama..." replied Hatsuho, blushing faintly. She smiled,
seeing the tip of the teen's dick sticking up from 'twixt her cleavage, even as
vast as it was. "What you did was something special... You gave back my mind...
gave back ALL our minds... another, given the blessings of that Amen, would
have lost themselves to that power..."
Her eyes glowed faintly blue, and Hayate saw in them a sign of understanding,
recognition, and a deeply piercing perception. "...we Saginomiya are the
stewards, and safe-keepers, of that book... did you think we could not retain
our memories, Hayate-sama?" she asked him her voice sounding strange.
Hayate's eyes widened. He gulped nervously, feeling suddenly all-too aware of
the many, mant perverted things which he had done with the Book of Amen's
powers.
Hatsuho laughed softly, serenely. The warm, soothing glow of her eyes calmed
him somehow just by looking up at him.
"Do not be ashamed. I am happy to see that you have used the book as you have,"
said she. "Others would use it for money... or power... but you, Hayate-sama...
while certainly you did many things for your own pleasure, you are ever
striving to be considerate in your own way... You could have kept Sakuya-san
brainless forever, could have let us all lose our intelligence to her milk...
but you felt guilty about that. You were relieved when you saw that Sakuya's
mind was restored. You willing gave us back our own minds... you even aided
your mistress, and engaged yourself to my daughter..."
She smiled affectionately, moving her breasts in a very interesting way against
his cock. Hayate could feel something like sparks of electricity dancing
through his veins. His balls clenched, and his manhood erupted like a volcano.
"Ha-Hatsuho...san..." he moaned, coming all over her breasts.
"Hayate-sama..." said Hatsuho warmly, his semen landing on her tits. "Consider
yourself my daughter's husband..." His seed glowed against her enormous bosom.
"I wed you to her, in the tradition of the Saginomiya..." Now her breasts began
to glow. "As is the power vested in me..." The mass of her womanly flesh
receded a little from Hayate's groin, though she was not moving. "My daughter
is now your wife... not merely betrothed..."
Her breasts, now a bit smaller, stopped glowing. Hayate's semen was no longer
anywhere to be found upon them.
"So that's how it works..." Hayate mused to himself, before glancing over at
Isumi. He smiled. "So you're my wife, now?" he said.
Isumi smiled demurely, nodding. Her rabbit ears bobbed up and down with the
motion of her head. Her breasts – so large that they covered most of her torso
– also jiggled, easily upset by the smallest of forces.
"It is my honor to serve the master of that book..." she whispered. "...Hayate-
sama, I will be the best wife you could ever want."
Ayumu and Izumi pouted.
"Aww," said Nishizawa, the former. "Hayate-kun's married to Isumi? No faaaair."
"Nyaa!" chimed Izumi, pouting. "Couldn't there have at least been some kind of
fancy ceremony?"
Chiharu smiled slyly, eyeing her two newly-hired fellow maids. "You're just
jealous because you wanted to marry Hayate-sama, aren't you?" she asked
shrewdly.
Izumi blushed, as did Ayumu.
"W-well, I wouldn't mind polygamy..." said Nishizawa a little bashfully, eyes
shyly downcast as she twiddled her forefingers.
"And I wouldn't mind being a mistress!" chirped Izumi, as usual having no
censor on what she said. "But Isumi-chan's barely even a love interest, in the
original series!"
Hayate blanched.
"Heeehhhh?! We're breaking the fourth wall, now? Isn't that kind of a weird
thing to suddenly start doing nine chapters in?! And what does that mean as far
as...?"
Sakuya laughed.
"Hahaha! Well it's not like the Saginomiya family is against multiple spouses,
or anything~!" she said cheerfully.
Hayate, Ayumu, Izumi, and Chiharu all blinked.
"Eh?" they said in unison. "It isn't?"
"Why would we be?" said Isumi. "Love is a wonderful thing that should be shared
with as many of our fellow man as possible. And I'm sure Nagi would be very
happy to join us in this union..."
Hayate blushed at the reminder of his mistress.
"Ahh... I'd almost forgotten..." he murmured.
"That there is a whole series of beautiful girls out there just ripe for the
conquest?" said Hatsuho.
Hayate's blush deepened.
"No!" he exclaimed, before shrinking a little and sheepishly adding. "...well,
okay maybe that too... but mainly, I just remembered that I'm still milady's
butler... and I really should be doing my job! Uwaaa, Maria-san will not be
happy with me for skiving off like this..."
He shivered fearfully, imagining the subtly baleful glance the maid would
likely give him once he got back.
Sakuya and Chiharu shared a smile.
"I think I know how ya can make that up ter her..." said the inconsistently-
accented Aizawa heiress.
Chiharu nodded, tittering lustily and hefting her most generous teats.
"I imagine she and Nagi... may appreciate some fresh milk and cookies..." she
purred with a suggestive wink.
Hayate smiled.
"I think I know what you're getting at..." he said slowly. "And I agree.
Chiharu-san... would you mind fetching me a bucket and a couple of jugs? Aside
from the ones already here, I mean."
The brunette giggled at his wry comment, and gave him a lusty wink and a low
bow which mashed her gargantuan boobs hard against the floor.
"Of course, master."
***** Hayate the Combat Dairy Farmer *****
While Chiharu went off to fetch the supplies Hayate had requested, the other
girls proceeded to crowd around him. Isumi and her mom, Ayumu and Izumi, even
Sakuya all pressed themselves up against Hayate, practically dog-piling him
with their obscenely voluptuous bodies.
Great, pillowy mounds of soft, velvety girl-flesh pressed against Hayate from
every direction, the girls ringing him in with their curvaceous bodies and
rubbing themselves lewdly against him.
"Ooh, if we all get to marry master, I want to be his next wife, nyaaa~" purred
Izumi, eagerly rubbing an ass like a pair of triple-sized, flesh-colored
exercise balls strapped to her tailbone against her crush and owner's hard,
lean shins. She was all but wordlessly begging him to please raise foot and
stomp down on her bouncy beachball bubble butt.
"No faaaair," pouted Ayumu, sandwiching her master and crush's right arm within
the valley of her sensuous cleavage, squeezing and rubbing her brobdignagian
breasts against his subtly rippling biceps. "I wanna marry Hayate-kun too!"
"Hehe, why can't all y'all marry 'im?" queried Sakuya with a lusty giggle,
shamelessly bumping and grinding her absolutely gigantic marshmallow booty
against Hayate's own hard, kissable buttocks. "Hatsuho already said polygamy's
A-okay with the Saginomiya."
"I would be delighted to have you all as fellow wives," cooed Isumi, massaging
her newlywed husband's truly toned triceps 'tween her terrifically tremendous
titties. "Hayate-sama deserves all the brides he desires~❤"
"Heeeeh, you're such a generous wife, Isumi-san," said Hayate appreciatively.
He moved his hand around inside the girl's cleavage to fondle the vast,
shadowed expanse of her sumptuous fleshy mounds. Isumi let out an adorable
squeal, coming explosively the instant he began to grope her. "I must be the
luckiest guy in the world~!"
Hatsuho purred, licking and kissing her son-in-law's enormous, rigid, throbbing
cock. His ballsack she cupped with soft, deft fingers, gently squeezing and
massaging Hayate's sizable, aching testicles. She trailed her lips along the
pulsing, blue veins which bulged so erotically from that immense, iron rod,
planting kisses as light as feathers all up and down his most considerable
length. She laved her cute, soft, pink tongue lewdly this way and that, coating
her son-in-law's inimitable manhood with no small amount of her saliva.
"With that book in your possession, you might as well be," she said to him
warmly, respectfully. "As your bond with it grows, so too will your powers...
the powers of this glorious cock."
Hayate's pulsing penis erupted, covering Hatsuho's face with a thick layer of
his pungent, white seed. She moaned delightedly, coming all over her own plump,
juicy thighs.
That was about right when Chiharu returned with the supplies Hayate had
requested, plus a funnel.
"Hmph, you girls are no fair, stealing master's attention like that..." she
said with a pout, setting the bucket and jugs down with only a slight clatter.
She crossed her arms peevishly beneath her breasts, the appendages vanishing
completely from view beneath her gargantuan, perkily pendulous bosoms.
Hayate smiled at his milk maid, pleasantly ogling the way her present posture
was subtly pushing her massive mammaries up and out, all the more emphasizing
their frankly impossible immensity.
"I'm surprised you can still stand up straight, with such huge boobs," said he,
cheerfully blunt. "And I hope you didn't knock over anything too valuable with
that big, fat ass of yours~❤"
Chiharu blushed intensely, her womanhood visibly moistening and nipples
starting to leak a little milk. As before, she found herself incredibly
vulnerable to her master's occasionally visible S-side. The innocent cruelty of
his remarks was nearly enough to make her fall to her knees, reduced to jelly
by a mind-shattering orgasm.
As it was, she still shuddered severely in pleasure, causing her obscene curves
to bounce and jiggle to and fro for all to see. It was a spectacle of soft,
juicy lumps large enough to dwarf watermelons dancing and shaking and showing
off their sheer elasticity for the viewing pleasure of their undisputed lord
and master.
"Hayate-sama...❤" she moaned shamelessly. Milk was dribbling generously from
her puffy, distended nipples. "Hurry and milk me, please... Ohhhh... it's
starting to come out on its own..."
The blue-haired butler laughed cheerfully.
"My, my, Chiharu-chan..." he remarked, casually nudging the other girls off of
him (causing to pout and maybe whine a tiny bit). "That shameful expression on
your face somehow suits you perfectly."
The maid whimpered, mewling piteously. She squeezed her large, plump thighs
anxiously together, panting heavily and squirming oh-so-delightfully. Her skin
was flushed and rosy, goose-pimpled and glistening sensually with her sweat.
She couldn't even speak coherently, so lost in arousal from Hayate's harshly
passive-aggressive sadism.
Bountiful, milky curves quivered at her master's approach. Chiharu's body
eagerly awaited the treatment it was doubtless to receive at his most
wonderfully skillful hands.
"Bend over," Hayate commanded Chiharu. She did so eagerly, bowing so low that
her nipples were crushed into the floor by the weight of her breasts.
She moaned, coming a little from the feelings this sent through her. Chiharu's
body, like Sakuya's, was hypersensitive and easily excited, sexually. Just a
slight touch was as good for her as hours of thorough wining and dining
followed by generous foreplay and cunnilingus would be for a normal woman.
"Good girl," said Hayate brightly. Cheerfully, he reached down and hefted up
Chiharu's enormous teats, squeezing a large, lactating nipple in either hand.
With his deceptive strength, Hayate easily lifted his milk maid's mammaries
above the bucket, before beginning to milk them.
Chiharu's eyes went wide, and she screamed in absolute unrivaled ecstasy as her
master began to yank on nipples practically as large as a cow's, milking her
massive human udders with the skill and care of a practiced dairy farmer. She
lactated with the force of a public water fountain, her rich, creamy milk
pouring generously into the bucket as Hayate made her come from her tits with
just the slightest touch.
And, of course, she also came explosively from her womanhood, as well.
"HAYATE-SAMA!" she screamed. "HAYATE-SAMA!" she repeated, moaning and shrieking
her master's name at the top of her lungs, nectar gushing from her aching
vagina. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~❤❤❤" she lowed lustfully, thrashing erotically
under his masterful manhandling of her hypersensitive mammary glands.
Hayate hummed cheerfully to himself, composing an idle tune in time with
Chiharu's moaning and squealing. It took him rather little time to fill the
bucket up to nearly its rim, and then he gave his milk maid a moment of
reprieve while he grabbed the funnel and poured the bucket's contents into one
of the jugs.
The he returned his attention once more to Chiharu, and repeated this entire
milking process nine more times, until both jugs were filled to his
satisfaction. By the time he finished, Chiharu Harukaze was out like a light,
one of the widest and lustiest damn grins he'd ever seen smack dab right there
in the middle of her pretty little face.
The other girls were sleeping, too. Apparently they'd had a LOT of fun,
watching Hayate milk his maid dry. All five of them were lying naked in a
busty, erotic pile of pretty, sexy woman-flesh, covered in sweat, saliva, and
various other miscellaneous bodily fluids.
"My, what a cute dogpile they make," he remarked warmly, brightly ogling his
naked beauties. "I hope Maria-san doesn't mind me doing this with so many of
you girls~"
He heard some drowsy, absentminded mumbles from the assorted ladies, but
nothing coherent or notable enough to write down here.
Humming cheerfully, Hayate went on his way with the two large jugs in hand. He
walked out the door as naked as a jaybird.
Nobody finds it weird if I go outside naked, appeared in the Book, without
Hayate even thinking about it. And the Book glowed a little back in the
mansion, its pages seeming to flip open in a wind that wasn't there.
A sound somewhat like a girlish giggle echoed faintly throughout the Aizawa
manor's foyer as Hayate Ayasaki set off down the road.
***** Maid up Manors *****
More on a hunch than anything else, Hayate Ayasaki walked to the old Sanzen'in
mansion where Nagi had been living when she first took him on as her butler.
That place had been his home for an entire year, before it was taken away from
Nagi by her grandfather's inscrutable machinations, when she lost her rights to
the Sanzen'in family inheritance.
Hayate wasn't entirely sure what to think of that man. That Mikado Sanzen'in.
He was a shrewd business man, to be sure, but he also had his eccentricities.
And there was of course the manipulations... the way that man had manipulated
him both as a child, and now. He had no idea what that Mikado's end goal could
possibly be.
But either way, Hayate supposed that it didn't really matter, now. He had
written in the Book of Amen that Nagi's manga would be picked up, and become a
wild success. She would become successful independently of her grandfather, and
make her own fortune, in her own way.
And while Hayate had not explicitly written in the Book that Nagi would have
gotten her mansion back, somehow he just had an inkling...
His intuition just made him think that this might be it. He had a feeling in
his gut, a feeling that the mansion was where he would be able to find Nagi and
Maria.
So that was where he went. He followed his instincts, walking to the Sanzen'in
manor.
And sure enough, his gut was right. The mansion was visibly occupied, the
grounds cared for and tended to. The front gate opened for him at just a touch.
Hayate strolled up the long, straight path from the entrance to the doorstep of
the mansion, carrying the sizable milk jugs in either hand. That road was lined
on either side by the manor grounds: grass and gardens, shrubberies and groves,
ponds and fountains, arches and statues and busts, all impeccably kept and
carefully tended, stretching out into the distance for nearly as far as the eye
could see.
He beheld the familiar surroundings with a sense of nostalgia, recalling all of
the hours he had personally put into the upkeep of these grounds during his
time as a butler of this estate. It almost made Hayate smile, thinking of all
the hard work, the sweat of his brow, the ache of his muscles, the sun beating
down on his neck... it filled him with an unmistakable sense of pride, the
pleasure of a workman with the fruits of his labor. It was the humble nobility
of hard work, of making his way through life with his own two hands.
Even if the circumstances which had brought Hayate here were far from enviable,
still the young man had been able to find a sort of peace of mind in the manual
labor, in his toil and sweat. It was something that his own good-for-nothing
parents would certainly never understand, but Hayate really did enjoy what he
did. Maybe he resented the debt which had forced him into this path (though
that debt now was forgiven), but Hayate still relished the opportunity to do
honest labor with his own two hands.
It was a man's pride, the pride of the hard worker.
And it was with a swell of pride, that sense of pleasure in the fruits of his
own labor, that Hayate walked up to the front step of the Sanzen'in manor with
his head held high and his posture straight. Even though he was as naked as a
lark, that did nothing to detract from the sense of poise, the sight of his
pride. Rather, he looked as noble as Adam walking through Eden ere his folly,
beholding the wondrous bounties of a primeval paradise which was given by the
Lord unto his stewardship and care.
And Hayate went proudly up to the front step, with all the nobility and honor
of the working class man. He looked the very epitome of the proletariat as he
strode up to the entrance of that mansion.
It actually took him a moment to realize that there was someone standing
outside the door.
Hayate's eyes widened infinitesimally when he saw who it was. Or, perhaps more
accurately, when he saw how that person was dressed.
"M-M-Maria...?!" Hayate exclaimed, his jaw dropping. His mouth was agape, and
he gawked unashamedly at his lovely coworker's most scandalous state of dress.
The maid Maria smiled at Hayate, her fellow servant and her kohai under Nagi
Sanzen'in, whom the two of them served and cared for loyally. She was dressed
in the skimpiest sort of maid clothes you could ever imagine. They could hardly
even be called clothes at all.
Maria's skirt, black and white like her accustomed maid dress before the Book,
could scarcely be considered such. It barely even went past her crotch, and the
entirety of her distinctly lewd camel toe would become entirely visible in even
the slightest wind. And even if the air were perfectly still, and she were
standing completely motionless, a good full third of that flawless ass would
still be completely exposed. And since she was wearing naught in the way of
underwear but a shameless black G-string, absolutely nothing of the brunette's
beautiful, round, creamy, soft buttocks was hidden from view.
Up long, slender, and shapely legs ran semi-transparent silk stockings,
formfitting and smooth, perfectly detailing every subtlest contour of Maria's
calves and shins, all the way to just past her knees. It was a flawless show of
zettai ryouiki, only emphasized by the black toeless high heels she was
wearing, which forced the young woman's body into a posture that considerably
stuck out her beautiful bum and not inconsiderable bust.
On thin, pale wrists Maria wore white, frilly lace cuffs. And those were the
ONLY things she wore on those otherwise bare, ivory arms. Atop her head rested
a frilled maid's cap. Above her waist, on all her torso, the only other thing
which Maria wore was a pair of black and white, rose-shaped nipple pasties.
These didn't even cover up all of her round, brownish and dimpled areolae.
Nonetheless, despite wearing nothing in the way of bosom support, Maria's
modestly generous C-cup breasts were still quite perky, the round pillowy
mounds sagging only the tiniest bit from her sternum.
Hayate openly, unabashedly ogled Maria. It was amazing.
Simply amazing.
While Hayate had seen so many cute girls today, completely naked, and thanks to
Sakuya-san's milk possessing far greater endowments than this brunette here,
still the butler could only stare in dumbfounded wonderment at the sheer
eroticism of his fellow servant's state of dress.
Maybe it was something about the closeness between him and Maria, the kind of
semi-platonic intimacy which they already shared thanks to the mutual
experiences and commonalities they possessed as fellow coworkers, that made
this so much more exciting than almost anything else. As far as Hayate could
remember, the only other time in recent memory that he had been so overwhelmed
by the sight of a girl's body had been just this morning, when he first saw
Isumi-san naked.
Hayate gawked silently at Maria's body, momentarily dumbstruck. His penis, long
and thick as it was, even flaccid hanging down well over a third of the way to
his knee, stirred appreciatively at the sight, stiffening a mite.
Maria giggled, noticing this immediately.
"Ara ara, Hayate-kun," she said warmly, chocolate brown eyes sweetly twinkling
as they drank in the sight of the blue-eyed butler's slowly stiffening rod. She
smiled at him seductively, leaning forward the tiniest bit. "I know Nagi-sama
is in that awkward, innocently lustful phase of youth, but wouldn't seeing you
walking around like that give her the wrong idea?" she inquired cheerfully,
pleasantly.
Almost in spite of himself, Hayate answered her.
"Who's to say it would be the wrong idea?" he said. And even as he spoke, a
mental image of Nagi looking at him in his nakedness, beholding his cock with
those pretty, glittering young eyes, flashed through his mind.
Hayate's dick rose almost instantly to full mast at the thought. It came close
to startling Maria with the suddenness of its rise.
"Oh MY," she gasped, a hand over her mouth. "I guess you might just be
something of a lolicon after all, Hayate-kun~"
There was no sense of judgement or disapproval in those words, somewhat
strangely. If anything, Hayate got the impression that Maria seemed almost
approving.
Hayate smiled.
"Milady isn't the only one it rises for, Maria-san."
These words came to him so easily, so naturally. He thought nothing of them,
saying this to his coworker, but clearly it must have meant a lot to her.
Because she blushed deeply, girlishly wiggling her hips a little in what looked
almost like quiet glee.
Hayate grinned, watching as Maria's curves moved with the rest of her body,
breasts and buttocks lagging suggestively behind the rest of her by fractions
of a second. Unconsciously the butler licked his lips, ogling his sexy sempai's
beautiful figure. His dick twitched a little bit.
"Ooh, Hayate you charmer!" cooed Maria girlishly, tittering a fair bit and
blushing a vibrant crimson. "How bold of you, saying something like that to
your coworker~!"
She did not seem at all displeased by this, what most would consider sexual
harrassment and grounds for a criminal suit.
Hayate smiled affectionately at Maria, hefting the jugs of milk slightly in his
hands. Idly he wondered whether or not he should tell the maid about the reason
for his visit.
He pondered this question for a second or two before deciding.
***** A Hands On Tour *****
Hayate smiled at Maria, a wryly suggestive grin that caused the maid to blush a
little bit just at the sight of it. Buck naked, and with an erection the size
of a blue ribbon carrot, the butler hefted one of the jugs up in his hand,
causing its contents to slosh about audibly.
Maria's eyes zeroed in on the container, she eyeing it curiously.
"Ohh? What's this?" she wondered cutely, her breasts bouncing a little
obscenely as the girl bent forward to peer closely and intently at the heavy
metal jug. "Did you carry those things all the way here from Isumi-chan's
place?"
It took Hayate a moment to remember that this was where he had originally gone
that morning, and that Maria of course knew nothing about his detour at the
"Aizawa" manor.
His smile widened infinitesimally.
"Sakuya-chan's, actually~" said the bluenette male cheerfully. "Haru-chan
decided that she wanted to become a cow like her mistress, so I was just
milking her." (And doing various perverted things with her and the other girls
there.) "And I thought, hey! Maybe Maria-san or milady might want some of
this."
Maria's eyebrows rose by a fraction of a centimeter. She glanced appraisingly
between the jugs, pausing only briefly to appreciate her coworker's huge,
throbbing erection.
"Ohhh?" she said. "That's a pleasant surprise. I never knew Haru-san was
interested in becoming that kind of maid."
"Neither did I," said Hayate. "Not until today."
Maria eyed him a little oddly, the faintest twinkle of something in her eyes.
But then she smiled.
"I see!" said Maria, straightening herself back up. Her breasts once more
bounced and jiggled most gratuitously from the sudden motion. She smiled at
Hayate knowingly, suggestively. "Well whatever the case, I'm certain that Nagi
would appreciate your thoughtfulness very much. Your engagement to Isumi-san
has left her in a very gloomy mood, lately."
Hayate chuckled a little, knowing how possessive his ojou-sama could get.
"I bet..." he murmured softly half to himself, before more loudly wondering,
"Do you think she'll want it all to herself?"
"Oh, yes," said Maria, nodding confidently. "Most definitely. You know how
sensitive our lady can be about her natural figure~"
Hayate smiled politely, nodding in understanding. This was not at all
surprising. Even before he had started making changes with the Book of Amen,
Nagi had always been a little touchy about her flat chest and overall lack of
curves. And who knew how her opinions may have exacerbated, in a world like the
one he had started to create?
There was no doubt in his mind that Nagi would be incredibly grateful for the
gift. He imagined her beaming up at him with a small blush dusting her cheeks,
clasping her hands behind her back and cheerfully thanking him.
His heart skipped the smallest of beats at how cute of a picture his mind's eye
had painted.
Absentmindedly, feeling a little fuzzy and warm at the thought of his lady's
smiling face shining up at him, Hayate spoke.
"True," he said. "Although hopefully it will cheer her up to hear that Isumi-
san is more than happy to welcome other wives into our union."
Maria hummed shrewdly, looking Hayate's naked body up and down.
"Hatsuho-sama officiated, I take it?" she deduced.
Hayate laughed.
"Nothing gets by you, Maria-san!" he commented, smiling warmly at the
beautiful, sexy young maid.
She smiled back.
"Well, now... Lady Nagi isn't the only one..." she purred, "...who would be
happy to join Isumi-chan in such a union..."
She licked her lips seductively, and winked at Hayate. Walking up to him
nonchalantly, her modestly generous bosom and booty bouncing delightfully, the
buxom brunette wrapped surprisingly soft fingers around Hayate's rigid and
throbbing shaft.
The butler hissed softly, feeling the maid squeeze and tickle his rod so
skillfully. She stroked her hand slowly up and down on his cock, tugging
lightly on it to guide him.
She led her coworker by his penis, jerking him off as she dragged him inside.
Hayate moaned, lost in euphoria as Maria led him through the front door and
into the mansion. He barely even knew where they were going, but the teen found
that he really didn't care. The feeling of Maria's hand on his meat was enough
to make the butler forget almost everything else in the world.
She was just too damn good at jerking him off. Maria had definitely done this
before, and as far as he knew, as far as she knew, she had absolutely,
positively, CERTAINLY done it with him, specifically.
The steady, suggestive fap fap fap of Maria's hand on Hayate's shaft as she led
him echoed throughout the elegant, luxuriously decorated Western-style halls of
this particular Sanzen'in mansion. The way the woman's skirt flipped up a
little this way, then that way, with every step she took, showing off a part of
her curving buttocks, or a hint of her innermost thigh, or a flash of that
lewdly wet camel toe, made Hayate hornier than fuck. And the way her nice C-cup
breasts bobbed and wobbled with her body, bouncing and jiggling as she walked,
made him want nothing more than to tear off those pasties and metaphorically
devour Maria's delicious pink nipples.
Hayate's cock throbbed mightily as Maria guided him to their unspoken
destination. He was extremely aroused, but he wasn't quite at the point of
coming. Not yet.
The young man had a godly endurance to begin, and it only improved as Hayate's
body slowly and gradually recovered the unconscious memories of the time he had
spent if service of A-tan. Furthermore, Maria seemd to know exactly what
Hayate's limits were, and precisely how to keep him just on the brink of
blowing his load without actually making him come.
Maria didn't let him come, and Hayate allowed her this control, melting happily
into the maid's touch. She did not permit him to ejaculate even after so many
long, torturous minutes of ungodly foreplay which drove the poor, horny butler
straight to the edge of insanity, threatening to snap the last fibers of
restraint he may have still had.
Not until they passed through a familiar door into a familiar room, one which
Hayate had been in more than once in his time as a butler, frequently having to
venture hence in order to awaken its obstinately indolent owner and inhabitant.
Maria only allowed Hayate to ejaculate when they had finally reached the room
of his owner and mistress, their lady Nagi Sanzen'in.
"Ah!" Hayate cried out, groaning. His sperm flew through the air, past a smugly
grinning Maria, to land straight on the pajama-clad bum of his mistress.
Nagi stirred drowsily, glancing up over her shoulder.
"Hayate...?" she said slowly, uncertainly. She beheld the well-hung young
butler's nudity and erection, and she saw the way Maria was holding the teen's
still-throbbing cock in her hands.
A smirk came onto Nagi's face, mischievous and knowing. She reached a hand
around behind herself, smelling the scent of her butler's sex. Her fingers came
across the mess of Hayate's semen, the gooey, stringy spunk clinging and
dripping from her hand where she touched it.
Nagi smiled a broad, cocky grin. Slyly, wickedly, she wiggled her hips, shaking
a cute little bum beneath those thin baby blue pajama bottoms. Hayate watched
this with rapt attention, making his mistress giggle at the faintly dopey
expression on the teen's face.
"So you decided to come back after all," said the slender young blonde wryly,
smugly. "I knew you couldn't resist, Hayate. You always said my butt was the
best you'd ever had."
Hooking her thumbs under casually under the waistband of her pajama bottoms,
Nagi stretched the elastic outwards and teased at lowering the garment down her
waist. She shook her butt a little more, making Hayate blush and get even
harder.
Maria let out a startled exclamation as Hayate's cock suddenly gave a nigh
cataclysmic shudder in her hand, throbbing potently. The butler's bangs fell
over his eyes as he stared at Nagi's pajama-clad bum, casting his peepers in
shadow.
Hayate shivered, letting out a lewd groan. His manhood throbbed again, so
mightily that Maria reflexively let go of it without even thinking, and shot a
little more of the teen's seed onto the floor.
All at once, the butler moved.
It was fast. It was sudden.
It was exactly what Nagi had been counting on.
Hayate didn't know what was coming over him this time, but he couldnt resist
the allure. Nagi's ass drew him to it, enticing him with the lolicious contours
it showed through the fabric of the flat-chested blonde's pajamas, promising
even more to found lying in wait underneath.
Hayate moved with a speed that he usually reserved for jumping to the rescue.
Maria watched, a little overawed, as Hayate moved in a blur of flesh and blue.
Instantly, almost faster than any human eyes could have followed, the butler
mounted his prone and prostrate mistress. His skilled, nimble hands tore
effortlessly through the thin, almost sheer fabric of the cute young girl's
clothes like they had been made of naught but rice paper, yet he did not so
much as more than brush her skin with his fingertips, he was so unbelievably
precise.
Nagi's pants and panties were reduced to the smallest of shreds in a single
instant of lightning fast motion, tatters and loose threads scattering like
leaves before a gust before Hayate's lustful onslaught.
"Ooooh, yes!" squealed Nagi, feeling Hayate bare her backside without even a
second's hesitation. "That's right~ Good boy~❤ Isumi-chan might be your wife,
but I'm still your mistress. You'll do whatever I want you to, won't you
Hayate?"
"I will," Hayate agreed, not even thinking about it. To do this much was simply
natural for him, as a butler.
Nagi smiled, and Maria smiled watching them.
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***** Master and Servant *****
Hair like threaded sunlight fell in a gently gleaming cascade down a smooth,
pale back. A slim, soft form squirmed beneath Hayate's body, supple and
feminine skin turning rosy, hot, wherever he touched it.
"Ojou-sama..." he groaned, vigorously running his hands up and down this cute,
youthful figure. "Nagi...!"
Tears streamed down ruddy cheeks, mischievous and intelligent eyes squeezed
tightly shut in pleasure and pain as the mass of this man filled the young
blonde up. Electric jolts seemed to arc up between their joined bodies,
thrilling and arousing the pair. Hayate lovingly fondled Nagi's undeveloped
bosom.
"N-no...not there... you dummy... Hayate you dummy..." Nagi moaned, blushing
intensely and arching her back.
She felt his hard, unyielding chest press against her head from behind. She
felt his manhood throbbing and twitching inside of her ass, its girth
stretching out the walls of her rectum in such an exquisitely painful manner.
She squealed, embarrassed, as Hayate continued to massage her flat, childish
chest.
"Haaayaaateeeee!" she whined girlishly, wriggling her hips with a delightful
petulance beneath his hard, lean form. "That's embarrassing... don't touch me
there...!" she whimpered, trying in vain to pry his dutiful hands from the cute
little bumps of her breasts.
The butler smiled, and he increased the depth and reach of his attentions a
little further. His fingers pressed lovingly into the meager flesh of Nagi's
bosom, rolling the substance of her childish bust this way and that like dough
in a baker's hands. He kneaded her tiny tits, twisting and tweaking those
tittilating twin nipples.
Nagi's lean, unathletic form squirmed beneath Hayate. Her pale skin was rosy
and flush with sweat, glistening droplets of moisture beading and trickling
down her frame, a scintillating sheen that gave her a most sensual appearance
even despite her relative youth. Slim, childish hips wriggled weakly under the
weight of her butler's loins. A slender, flawless neck curved this way and that
as the lass threw her head from side to side, crying out in carnal delight.
Golden hair spilled over Nagi's back like morning sunlight over Yamato's
shores. Her eyes, like brilliant emeralds, glittered with tears of agonizing
ecstasy. Her young, maidenly blossom wept for joy, the pressure of Hayate's
manhood weighing upon her aching void from behind, the sheer girth of it
rubbing up against the innermost parts of her womanhood even from without.
Maria, all but naked, watched approvingly as Hayate and Nagi did this. She was
smiling demurely, her cheeks round and rosy, her eyes twinkling like pools of
liquid mischief. Her moderately ample bosom heaved passionately, unrestrained,
covered by naught but the smallest of pasties.
Her breathing was heavy, labored with the weight and heat of her own arousal as
she observed Hayate and Nagi's joining. For all Maria knew, this was far from
her first time witnessing such a thing, and yet still it felt special to her.
She watched with rapt attention, entranced, intrigued, by the movement of those
two bodies rocking back and forth so passionately, so erotically.
Nagi looks so small... the maid mused, raising a hand to gingerly cup one of
her breasts. She licked her lips, skin ruddy and slicked with sweat, feeling
the moisture of her own womanhood dribbling down from her soft, fleshy slit.
She seems so fragile in Hayate-kun's arms. Like she could break from the
slightest touch...
She watched, enraptured, at the way Hayate's round, muscular, universally
appealing posterior went back and forth. She saw the muscles twitching and
rippling – the softer, glompable flesh jouncing and jiggling ever so subtly.
Maria licked her lips, unconsciously taking a step forward towards the two.
What a cute butt... she thought lustfully, thinking of all the times Nagi had
forced Hayate to crossdress and flash them with lewd commando upskirts. I could
just gobble it right up!
This time, the licking was fully conscious, and Maria hummed. She leered
hungrily at Hayate's posterior, imagining what her young lady's behind must
look like mashing up so shamelessly against Hayate's groin.
"Hayate! Hayate!" Nagi moaned, loud and keening.
"Ojou-sama! Ojou-sama!" Hayate chorused in return, panting and groaning as he
drove his hips more furiously, more ravenously back and forth in his mistress's
ass.
"I feel it! Hayate!" the blonde whined lewdly. "I feel your thing inside of me!
Oh, God! It's so BIG! I never get used to how BIG you are, Haayaaateeee!" she
squealed.
"So tight, Ojou-sama!" Hayate rejoined, smacking his hips furiously against his
lady's soft, doughy ass. "You're soooo tight! I feel like I could die right
now, just fucking you, Ojou-sama!"
Maria moaned weakly, her breathing becoming faintly irregular, more frantic, as
she watched the two go at it. Her eyes glimmered a touch regretfully, watching
Hayate's form drive the smaller, slenderer figure of their mistress so
violently back and forth with the thrusts of his pelvis.
Nagi was screaming at the top of her lungs. She was screaming in shameless,
euphoric glee as her butler and crush reamed her naughty little ass. Though the
young man was doing it on the willful chit's orders, Maria could not help but
get the distinct impression that Nagi was the one being made to submit.
She smiled, slipping a hand up the front of her barely-there skirt to tease
with lithe and dextrous fingers at the aching slit of her womanhood. Again,
Maria licked her lips, watching intently as Hayate and Nagi fucked.
Nagi squealed excitedly, feeling her anus clenching tightly down on Hayate's
girth.
"It's commmmming..." she moaned, panting desperately. Her eyes widened, and she
shrieked all at once, howling ecstatically as Hayate's thrusting reached its
zenith. "I'M COMING❤"
Nectar gushed from the young blonde's smooth, almost regal pussy, drenching
clean bedcovers in the fragrance of a young girl's passion.
And at the exact same time, Maria perceived, Hayate came as well. His body
shivered, trembling in a manner that was delightful to her eyes, making the
maid hum approvingly and finger herself a little harder. Faster and harder and
deeper and stronger, she drove her fingers in and out of herself, panting and
moaning, squealing and mewling, swiftly losing herself in the frenzied,
passionate rhythms of self-pleasure.
Before she knew it, Maria had arched her back, and gushed her own juices out
over her fingers, down her thighs, all over herself and the floor. The scent of
mingling sexes filled Nagi's bedroom.
Moaning weakly, Maria shifted a little on her feet. Her head felt pleasantly
numb, the buzz of orgasm rushing up and throughout her body.
Her ankle bumped into the cool, smooth metal of one of the milk jugs.
"Oh!" said she, remembering all at once. "Nagi, weren't you going to have a
drink?"
The blonde lifted her head weakly, in a daze, lying in a gooey, satisfied heap
beneath Hayate's warm, comforting body. She blinked once, twice, blearily at
Maria. A few seconds passed before Nagi's eyes cleared, and she glanced then
sidelong at the gallon-plus vessels of curvifying milk.
She frowned.
"Wuzzat?" she inquired, pointing curiously at the jugs.
"A gift from Sakuya-chan," said Hayate cheerfully, still quite alert and ready
to go. "And Haru-chan."
Nagi's eyes widened. Her jaw lowered a little, forming a small O as the lass
took this in, reaching the only logical conclusion.
She grinned.
"You tied the knot with Isumi, and brought me some of Saku's special milk to
cheer me up. Is that right?"
Hayate sweatdropped.
"Well, that's basically correct... though I don't think you've got the
motivations quite straight..." he said slowly. "And the milk is Haru-chan's,
actually."
Nagi quirked an eyebrow in delicate surprise.
"Ohhh?" she said. "So that Chiharu's finally decided to quit dancing around the
bush and let her true nature free?" Her eyes gleamed, and she nodded, clearly
satisfied with herself for this explanation.
Again, Hayate sweatdropped.
"So you knew..." he murmured.
"It was pretty obvious," replied Nagi, "that Chiharu always wanted to be a
human cow."
A facefault.
"I... was talking about Haru-chan being Chiharu, actually..."
"Oh, that? Please, I don't think anybody was ever fooled by that disguise.
Aside from maybe Saku, but she's just an idiot like that."
"How cold of you, Ojou-sama..." Hayate murmured. "Dismissing your own cousin so
readily..."
He then giggled, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the blonde's cheek, she
still lying lewdly prostrate beneath him.
"But I guess that's one of your charm points, isn't it?" he mused softly,
either not noticing or not caring as Nagi's face turned redder than a tomato.
"That you're so precocious❤"
Nagi whimpered pitifully, melting promptly into an incoherent puddle of bliss.
"Hamurble mmphm haaaaahn..." she moaned, her eyes spinning and cheeks glowing.
Maria laughed demurely at this.
"Oho? I guess Nagi really is the kind of girl that's weakest to that sort of
thing, isn't she?" remarked the maid. "How sweet."
"It's definitely one of her cutest traits❤" agreed Hayate, turning his head to
smile at the maid. He pulled himself up off of Nagi, meeting his colleague's
eyes.
The two servants smiled, perceiving that they were effectively alone together.
"It looks like Nagi won't be able to drink her milk any time soon," mused
Maria, "after what Hayate-kun did to her."
Hayate chuckled, glancing sidelong over his shoulder at the merely half-sensate
girl lying on the luxurious bed behind him.
"Looks like it," he chirped with a nod. "We should probably refrigerate it
until she's ready." He stood up, enormous erection twitching visibly in Maria's
direction. Smiling, the blue-haired teen raked his gleaming sapphire eyes up
and down his coworker's beautiful body.
"I'll bring one, if you bring the other," purred Maria, cocking her hips
sensually to one side. She gave Hayate a lusty, suggestive wink.
Hayate licked his lips, eager to be of service to that fine, fine body.
"Sounds good to me❤" he said. He winked back.
Maria giggled huskily.
***** Kitchen Smut is Bitchin' Smut *****
"Oh, God! Hayate! It feels so GOOD!"
Maria moaned lewdly, panting and blushing heavily. Her breasts mashed against
the smooth, stainless steel surface of a spotlessly polished counter. The
sizable mounds of milky white, womanly flesh squashed and deformed delightfully
against the hard surface, pressing obscenely down beneath the maid.
A pink, adorable tongue lolled out of her mouth. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her
hands scrabbled numbly across the counter, her fingers dragging this way and
that while her body rocked violently back and forth.
"Hayate! Hayate! Hayate!"
The name tore shamelessly from the maid's full, kissable lips. Her eyes were
squeezed tightly shut, her senses overwhelmed by the magnificent feelings
surging up through her body. Her skirt, if you could really name that minuscule
cloth adornment as such, was flipped up, allowing Hayate full access to his
beautiful, buxom coworker's most appealing parts.
Maria's thighs were ruddy and splotchy, slick with all kinds of moisture. Her
thighs smacked loudly against Hayate's pelvis, her buttocks bouncing and
slapping his navel as the butler fucked her. She screamed his name desperately,
repeatedly.
Hayate pounded Maria's pussy with his full strength. He fucked her raw. He had
the scarcely-clad maid bent over the kitchen counter, her juicy cunt enveloping
his throbbing cock.
She was a blast to fuck.
"HAYATEEEEEE!" Maria screamed at the top of her lungs. She came explosively
unto Hayate's pelvis, and the butler grinned.
Allowing himself to shoot a load into the maid, he gave her sizable posterior a
playful grope.
"Maria-san can be surprisingly slutty," he said, teasing but warm.
"Only for Hayate❤" replied a heavily panting Maria.
She gave Hayate a playful wink, and weakly wagged her proverbial tail against
his hand. Generous amounts of pert and pliable maid booty rippled and quaked
between the butler's fingers.
Hayate grinned, and squeezed a little harder.
"Somehow, that makes me really happy to hear," he said, knowing perfectly well
why it made him happy.
Maria smiled.
"Oh, Hayate," she said. "You really are such a romantic at heart."
Hayate smiled sheepishly at this. He scratched the back of his neck.
"Am I really...?" he wondered. "I feel more like I'm just being a pervert,
honestly..." he admitted with a sweatdrop.
Maria giggled. "And what's wrong with that?" she asked rhetorically. She
wiggled her wide, mature hips against the butler's groin, causing him to groan
a little. "Personally, I like that nasty side of you~"
Hayate laughed, and he rolled his palm appreciatively against the maid's soft
and supple buttocks.
"Though not enough to keep you from calling it something like 'nasty'," he
remarked wryly.
"There's nothing wrong with nastiness, now!" said Maria, cheerily grinding her
crotch up and down. She felt Hayate's hardness push against the walls of her
pussy as she moved around on him, and she shivered in delight at this
stimulation. "I love doing nasty things like this with Hayate, after all!"
"And what about Ojou-sama?" Hayate asked her. He drilled his manhood deeper
into the maid's warm, inviting cunt.
Maria moaned, cheeks reddening. She couldn't help coming just a little as
Hayate pumped repeatedly and passionately in and out of her.
"She can't... ahhh... stand to sleep alone... mmm... you know," Maria panted,
arching her back. She ground her tits excitedly against the cool surface of the
counter top, shamelessly stimulating her stiff and swollen nipples. "She's so
cute... ohhh... clinging to me... mmm... in the middle of the night... ngh...!"
The maid gasped, feeling Hayate's thick and throbbing shaft press against her
clit in JUST the right way.
"I can't help but... ah! ah! AH!" Maria squealed, feeling the walls of her cunt
clamp down like a vise on Hayate's cock. "Tease her...! Ohhhh! And do this...
ahhhhh!" Her eyes widened, feeling the tip of Hayate's manhood bump hard
against her cervix. "And that! HAYATE! Oh, GOD! To her body! To my body!
Hayate! Hayate! HAYATE!"
Maria cried out, losing all track of her train of thought as she came again.
Her juices gushed out all over Hayate's thighs, slicking the pulsing length of
his dick. This was enough to make Hayate come naturally, and he very much
appreciated the feeling.
"Oh, Maria-san..." he groaned huskily. "Your body is one of the best. It really
is." He bucked his hips, hard enough to rock the maid's entire body against the
counter.
"You are too generous, Hayate," the brunette mewled, drooling a little onto the
counter. Her eyes were glassy, and her chin pressed down just a little ahead of
her modestly generous breasts. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and a mighty
shiver wracked her perfectly proportioned figure.
"Aha, maybe!" said Hayate pleasantly. "I'd like to think it's pretty close to
the truth, though❤"
He pulled out of Maria with an audible squelch. His sperm dribbled copiously
from the maid's delightfully stretched out pussy. The maid moaned something
incoherently in response, wagging her backside in something Hayate amusedly
identified as disappointment.
"Well," the butler mused. "I suppose I should head back out, for now. I've got
things to see and people to do, you know?"
Maria pouted.
"If you insist..." she mumbled. "But I imagine Nagi would like to go with you."
"You think so?" said Hayate, cocking his head a little to one side.
"I know I would, if I were her," said Maria.
Hayate smiled.
"Okay, then!" he said. "Sure, why don't you and Ojou-sama come with? Some fresh
air would be good for her."
Maria purred delightedly, and picked herself up off of the counter. She gave
Hayate a lusty smile.
"I think it would be good for all of us," she replied suggestively. She
retrieved her nipple pasties and put them back on, and she straightened out her
frilly micro miniskirt. She didn't bother putting her panties back on, though.
Hayate gave an appreciative grin at Maria's chosen 'outfit'. Her plump yet
perky breasts bobbed and swayed delightfully as she turned to walk back out the
kitchen; with the way she swung her hips as she walked, Hayate was getting a
pretty generous eyeful.
So damn sexy.
Leering unashamedly at his coworker's scarcely-covered backside, Hayate proudly
followed Maria back to Nagi's room. His dick stood tall, indomitably erect.
"I think you're probably right," he mused.
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***** Megami of the Machina *****
"Hello, dis is Sakuya Aizawa, da personal cow of Hayate Ayasaki. And if ya
don't leave a tsukkomi at dat remark, den I'll have nothin' ta do with ya,
moron!"
Saki Kijima blushed beet red, overhearing that automated message from Sakuya's
answering machine. She glanced sidelong at Wataru, her young master, who was
rolling his eyes and tapping his toes impatiently.
"Come on," he muttered. "Answer the phone already, Sakuya. I know you're
there."
"Waka..." Saki murmured, smiling weakly. "Maybe you should just leave it be?
It's already been decided, after all..."
Wataru shot his maid a baleful glance. He didn't need to say a word. Saki was
immediately cowed. She bowed her head with a wince.
Wataru let out a longsuffering sigh.
"That girl is utterly insufferable," he muttered. "That Sakuya... why won't she
just answer the phone!?"
Saki blushed. "Well... maybe she's, um... preoccupied?" she suggested, before
looking embarrassedly away from her young master.
Wataru's cheeks also reddened, and his gaze went down to his feet.
"Ah... I suppose that could be it..." he murmured, sounding unusually
softspoken. "She might be doing things like *bleep* or *bleep* with Hayate and
Isumi..."
Saki squealed.
"Uwaaah! When did waka become such a pervert!?" she cried out theatrically, a
highly vocal lamentation.
Wataru's face again reddened, but this time it was obviously with anger. He
snapped his gaze up to Saki's eyes, shooting a baleful glare at his maid.
"I am NOT a pervert!"
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Sakuya smiled happily, waking up with her face buried in some truly magnificent
cleavage. She hummed agreeably, wiggling her hips and idly kissing the
considerable expanse of milky flesh.
"Mornin', Isumi," she purred. "Yer lookin' awful busty today."
The young exorcist, and recently wed bride of Hayate Ayasaki, yawned cutely as
she came to, awakened by the sound of her friend's voice. The girl's curves
trembled considerably beneath Sakuya, their Eiken-grade endowments mashing
together in all the most marvelous of ways.
"Good morning, Sakuya," she said somewhat drowsily, arching her back. "Is
Hayate-sama here?"
"Not yet," said Sakuya, one of her hands migrating south to squeeze Isumi's
vast and doughy buttocks. "I tink he's prob'ly havin' some inappropriate fun
with Nagi and Maria."
Isumi gasped adorably, soft and sweet. She trembled lustily as Sakuya nibbled
on one of her pink, puffy nipples.
"Have... you got a new accent now... Sakuya...?" Isumi asked in between
breaths, blushing beautifully as her friend gleefully molested her obscenely
lewd body. Bunny ears twitched, white and fluffy.
"No, of course not!" said Sakuya, chuckling lightly and nibbling on the skin of
Isumi's soft, shapely bosoms. "Yer just imaginin' things, Isumi. Why would I
ever even tink o' changin' my accent?"
Isumi moaned quietly, cutely. She shivered and squirmed beneath Sakuya's
lustful ministrations.
"Ahh... ohhh... of course," she groaned. "What was I... mmm... thinking...?"
Hatsuho smiled, watching this. She was seated a little ways from the young
duet, contentedly fingering herself and fondling her breasts. Her bust was
still quite large, though smaller than it had been before Hayate ejaculated all
over it.
...aaaaannnd noooow Hatsuho came. The memory of the butler's semen on her skin
pushed her to the heights of ecstasy.
"Ohhh, Hayate-sama!" Hatsuho moaned, wiggling her generously juicy hips as she
diddled herself. Her fingers plunged noisily in and out of her pussy, an
obscenely wet sound which greatly aroused all who heard it.
Like Chiharu, for instance. The recently trained milk maid was already
incredibly horny, her body still flush with the thrills of expansion and being
milked. The milking especially.
Oh, goodness! Just thinking about it got her so hot and bothered. Sakes alive,
but being milked like a cow, her master so vigorously yet tenderly yanking her
teats, extracting the precious fluid from her body with a distinctly sensual
care... it was incredible.
The calloused, warm skin of his hands against her soft and yielding bosom...
the thrill of degradation, the wonderfully shameful objectification... the
masochistic delights, the sweet nothings he whispered into her ears...
All of this had gotten Chiharu utterly hooked on being milked. Which was why
she was currently straddling Ayumu and Izumi, her nipples in their mouths.
"Yes! Yesss!" Chiharu wailed, moaning ecstatically as the two girls beneath her
suckled at her teat. "Oh, God! Yes! Drink me up! Suck me dry! Ohhhh...!"
Ayumu and Izumi had their mouths latched firmly onto Chiharu's nipples,
greedily sucking up as much of her milk as they could. Their breasts were
steadily swelling up with every drop they drank, by now a time and a half
larger than even Chiharu or Sakuya's tits.
Their breasts almost completely buried their torsos, and were so sensitive that
just feeling the air against their skin was enough to make them come
explosively. Similarly, the pair's behinds were so large that their crotches
were pushed a good foot higher up than their heads, just by the sheer amount of
cushion beneath them.
Izumi and Ayumu's endowments were obscene. Absolutely MASSIVE. Chiharu loved
the feeling of them beneath her; she loved it almost as she loved the feeling
of them sucking on her sensitive, lactating nipples. They were so big and soft.
They jiggled and quivered so magnificently against her form.
Ayumu and Izumi were almost more T&A than actual teenager, by this point, and
the ratio was only growing closer as they drank. Of course, drinking this much
milk all at once had reduced their IQs by so much that they could scarcely even
be called self aware. Intellectually speaking, they were on the level of
literal cattle, possessing little more than the most instinctive of knowledge.
Which was just fine for Chiharu's purposes. She didn't need her fellow maids to
have any smarts in those pretty little heads of theirs. All she needed was
their lips on her nipples, and their bodies beneath hers. Anything else was
just fluff.
And it wasn't like this was a permanent state, anyways. If Hayate-sama wanted
Ayumu and Izumi back to a sentient level of smarts, all he had to do was let
them drink his semen. And if their brobdignagian endowments became an
inconvenience for him, he could just jerk off on them until they shrank to a
manageable level.
His sperm was like fucking magic.
A certain woman watched all of this with a pleased expression on her face. She
was naked, a slim and shapely figure exposed to all the world. Her bust was
nothing exceptional, with perky low B-cups that put her just a few inches above
flat. Her hips were more womanly, decently shaped, but not particularly wide.
The only notable things about the woman were the red dot on her forehead and
the translucent, scarf-like raiment which wrapped around her arms and rose up
behind her head in a ghostly, shimmering arc. The raiment flowed and moved as
though in a light breeze (even though they were indoors), subtly shimmering and
changing colors like drops of dew in sunlight.
The dot, in contrast, was nothing special. It was just a dot on her forehead.
Nothing more, nothing less.
"Ufufufu..." she chuckled, her voice low. "What a horny pack of boob monsters
my master has assembled... I guess he's actually pretty perverted, after all!"
She grinned, eyes twinkling.
"Mmm, I might not get to appear in the anime..." she murmured, shifting
sensually on the couch, a familiar Death Note-like book in her lap. "...but
that doesn't mean I can't be in fanfiction!"
Orumuzuto Nadja leaped enthusiastically to her feet, holding the Book of Amen
up above her head.
"Bow before your goddess, fool mortals! Mwahahahaha!" she cackled, lording over
the present females.
...
Crickets chirped in the background.
Nobody responded to her exclamation. They just continued to do as they had
been, uncaring of Nadja's presence.
The goddess promptly sat back down and sulked.
"Hayate-sama..." she muttered. "Please get back soon..."
***** Pervert's Palanquin *****
"Nagi... do you really want to go out like this?"
Nagi blushed intensely, her cheeks burning like a supernova. Her eyes were
pointed down at the ground, staring at her toes. She nodded, slowly, wiggling
her toes and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"I-I do," she said. "Of course. Why not? Isumi does it all the time..." Her
blush deepened. "...and if Hayate likes that sort of thing..."
Nagi shivered, squeezing her eyes shut and wiggling her perfectly bare hips.
The blonde billionaire heiress was wearing even less than her maid, and only
Hayate's similarly absent state of dress kept the girl from being the most
naked one in their trio.
Maria giggled, glancing back over her shoulder at Hayate. The butler walked
behind them, smiling and whistling merrily to himself. He was buck naked, and
the brunette saw that he was sporting a distinct half-chub.
Hayate's eyes were glued to her and Nagi's backsides. The latter was as nude as
her butler, and Maria's skirt, for her part, was so short that just walking
normally was enough to give people some generous flashes of her naughty bits.
Maria smiled, and looked back at Nagi.
"I think he does, if that helps!" she chirped. Her eyes twinkled at the sight
of her mistress's cute and perky little nubs, the barely-there mounds of a low
A-cup bosom.
Nagi smiled, and her blush became somewhat softer.
"Yeah, of course he does..." she said quietly. There was just the slightest
hint of confidence in her voice, and she shot a warm look over her shoulder at
Hayate.
She saw his gaze on her posterior, and the half-mast flag he was sporting south
of the border.
Nagi's expression brightened by an order of magnitude. She skipped, for a step
or two, and her cute little bum bounced nicely. It made Maria smile to see her
mistress this happy, and over such a little thing as that!
Maria then glanced back at Hayate's manhood, before blushing.
Or maybe it was actually a very BIG thing...?
She giggled pervertedly at this shameless thought, wiggling her own hips
energetically. The generous curve of Maria's maidenly buttocks warped and
rippled as she shook her money maker, and her skirt flipped up all the way. Her
boobs, as well, quivered and bobbed with the motion of her body, bound by
nothing and covered only by kinky little pasties.
Hayate's little-big thing got a bit less little and a whole lot bigger.
"Where do you wish to go, Ojou-sama?" he asked Nagi cheerfully, his dick
twitching eagerly as he drank in the one-two punch of both blonde loli oujo and
mature brunette meido booty.
Nagi smiled, and struck a haughty pose.
"I don't care where we go, as long as you carry me there like I asked!" she
declared loftily, turning to point a finger at Hayate.
The butler smiled, drinking in the sight of Nagi's smooth, youthful snatch.
"But of course!" he said with a low bow and flourish. "I would be honored to
escort Ojou-sama in such a fashion."
Maria giggled.
"Maybe you can carry me the same way, next time we go out on an errand?" she
suggested, winking sweetly as Hayate moved to pick Nagi up. "I've always wanted
to travel so stylishly."
Hayate chortled happily, and held Nagi bodily up in front of himself. Her pussy
was wet, and her eyes were transfixed on his member.
"Sounds like a date!" he chirped, before flipping his mistress upside down.
Nagi squealed softly, getting a sudden faceful of hard butler abs. She could
hear the blood rushing in her ears, and all she could see was Hayate's great,
throbbing length.
Hayate bowed his head, nudging his face between Nagi's thighs. She wrapped her
legs around his neck, shivering at the contact, and moved her hands to Hayate's
groin. Precum came off on her fingers at the same time that Hayate planted a
hot and hungry kiss on her crotch.
Maria watched appreciatively (and more than a little enviously) as the two
adjusted themselves. Hayate supported Nagi by her waist, holding her upside
down in front of him and attentively giving her some of the best damn
cunnilingus Maria had ever seen.
Nagi was clearly in heaven, moaning helplessly in Hayate's grasp as he
pleasured her. She moved her fingers eagerly up and down her butler's shaft,
craning her neck to get a good, clear look at Hayate's cock.
"Ha... Hayate...❤" the blonde mewled adorably, with evident awe beholding the
full, pulsating mass of her servant's hardness. She licked her lips, panting
and blushing. "Yes... yes! Just like that! Oh, Hayate...!"
Hayate didn't say anything. A pussy in desperate need of pleasing was right
before him, and he would not rest until his lady had come to her full
satisfaction!
Nagi craned her head desperately, sticking her tongue out of her mouth in a
futile attempt to taste her butler's manhood. But try as she might, the blonde
couldn't even come close. Only her hands could reach him, and that just wasn't
the same.
She probably should have considered their respective heights before demanding
to sixty-nine him in transit. As it was, all Nagi could do was awkwardly jerk
Hayate off and kiss his abdomen while trying not to explode all over his face.
"Hayateeeee...!" she whined petulantly.
But Hayate was too busy eating Nagi out to hear her.
Maria smiled at this, and she planted a hand squarely on one of Hayate's firmly
toned buttocks.
"Shall we go, then?" she said.
Hayate nodded silently.
***** Achey Dokey Lustchief *****
"I'm boooored," sighed Risa Asakaze, slumping bonelessly in her chair.
"Me too," said Miki Hanabishi, nodding in agreement with her friend.
The two of them were in casual clothes, seated opposite one another at an ice
cream parlor which boasted Fresh High School Girl Dairy! in all its products.
The dishes which held the melting remnants of their sundaes were branded with
the distinctly suggestive image of an obscenely buxom young woman in a
holstein-patterned bikini, and the waitresses were all dressed in like fashion.
That was one of the main reasons these two came here as often as they did.
"These waitresses are no fun to tease anymore," Risa added after a moment of
silence, sending a morose glance in the direction of one girl she recognized
from their class, a girl whom it seemed was all too happy to 'suffer' the
roaming hands and pinching fingers of her and Miki.
Miki blushed softly, looking the same place Risa was.
Hanako really wore that G-string well.
The brown-haired waitress, catching the pair's eyes on her posterior, blushed
and happily wiggled her hips. An earthquake erupted through the bountiful
expanse of soft, pale flesh. Her buttocks dimpled wonderfully, rippling and
jiggling in a most enjoyable fashion.
A tiny bit of blood trickled down from Miki's nose.
"Well, now, I wouldn't say that..." the bluenette mumbled, grabbing a napkin to
wipe her upper lip. "In some ways it's even more fun when they enjoy it."
Risa chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling.
"Perhaps for you," she said. "But I don't see any point in flipping up a skirt
if your victim's an exhibitionist. You know? It's all about the humiliation. If
they enjoy being teased, then that's just no fun."
"What about Izumi?" Miki inquired. "She's totally into all that kind of stuff,
but you still love picking on her."
Risa waved a hand dismissively.
"That's different!" she said. "Izumi's just so cute when she gets flustered. I
can't help myself. I just HAVE to tease her!"
Miki nodded appreciatively.
"I know exactly what you mean," she said. "It's the same reason I love teasing
our president so much."
"Hina is a delight to tease," Risa agreed, "as long as you don't push her over
the edge. Then she gets angry, and an angry Hina is a scary Hina."
Miki shivered.
"Mm... but I like her like that, too..." she whispered, blushing deeply.
"...she can be so forceful..."
Risa smirked. She leaned forward in her chair, brushing aside her bowl.
"You know what?" she said. "I think we should pay them a visit. Hina and Izumi,
I mean."
"...you DO realize Izumi is probably in the middle of doing naughty things for
Hayata-kun, right?" said Miki, quirking an eyebrow skeptically. "Since she's
his maid now."
Risa's eyes twinkled.
"Exactly," she said. "What better way to tease Hina?"
Miki smiled, then, seeing were Risa was going with this.
"Oooh, you are evil," she cooed, her eyes glinting as well.
"I know, right?" said Risa, flipping her hair like she was taking a glamor
shot.
Risa grinned at Miki, and Miki grinned at Risa. The two of them made to get up
out of their seats, casting a playful sidelong leer at Hanako's still-jiggling
ass. But they did not get more than a step from the table before a hand clapped
down on either of their shoulders.
"What's this about picking on my little sister?" a low, rasping voice whispered
in their ears. Hot breath against sensitive lobes sent shivers down the pair's
spines.
Risa and Miki turned their heads, cheeks just the slightest bit rosy. They met
the intensely smouldering gaze of Yukiji Katsura, the green-haired woman
bending low to meet their eyes. Her blouse was low-cut, displaying a modestly
generous amount of cleavage.
Miki and Risa grinned, then.
Sensei had a pretty decent rack for a greedy, prodigal, unreliable lush.
"Oh, nothing!" they said together, their eyes meeting Yukiji's.
"We just wanna take her to see Izumi," said Miki innocently.
"And if Izumi happens to be doing something naughty with Hayata-kun..." added
Risa suggestively.
"...and Hina happens to get jealous of Izumi..." continued Miki.
"...and decides she wants to join in on the naughtiness..." said Risa.
"...and we happen to get swept up into things in the heat of the moment..."
said Miki, a bit of blood trickling from her nose.
"...and Hina decides to give our asses to Hayata-kun as a peace offering..."
purred Risa, not-so-subtly putting a hand over her heart and squeezing.
"...well, who would we be to stop her?" they concluded, two sets of eyes
twinkling with both mischief and lust. Lustchief, one might call it.
A beat passed.
Yukiji's hands tightened their grip on Miki and Risa's shoulders. Her eyes
flashed, boring hotly into theirs. Her bosom heaved, a creamy valley of
cleavage drawing in the pair's eyes.
A grin crossed her face.
"Really?" she said. "That sounds a lot better than supervising these private
make up lessons with you two."
It should be reminded to the reader, perhaps, that these three were eating ice
cream at an establishment called Shoujou Gyunyu: "Girl Milk", for those of a
less weaboo inclination. Also that neither Risa, Miki, nor Yukiji had a single
book, sheaf of paper, or indeed any manner of educational material on their
persons.
"Yeah," Miki concurred. "It's really hard to focus on studying with all these
sexy cow-girl waitresses around." She gestured vaguely with one hand to
indicate the plethora of lovely, big breasted part-timers in holstein-patterned
bikinis surrounding them.
Risa nodded enthusiastically.
"Totally," she agreed. "It's way too tempting. If sensei is gonna be getting us
all hot and bothered, we might as well be getting some ass out of it!"
And saying this she smacked a passing blonde, part-time waitress on the butt,
causing her to squeal and jump. Enormous breasts bounced violently, and pale
cheeks reddened starkly.
"Ahhh! Asakaze-chaaan!" squealed Shiori Makimura, the part-time waitress in
question. "Don't...! You shouldn't do such an inappropriate thing to a
teacher!" she cutely whined.
Yukiji laughed at this, and gave Shiori a swat on the other cheek.
"But you aren't a teacher right now!" she said. "At the moment, you're just
another big-boobed waitress for us to harrass."
A few of the politer customers gave Yukiji disapproving looks at this, before
returning to their treats. Most of the waitresses, however, seemed quite
unbothered by her words, unless you counted it as when in conjunction with hot.
Risa and Miki simply nodded in agreement with Yukiji's words, raking their eyes
up and down Makimura-sensei's most voluptuous body. Her breasts were obscenely
large, G-cups or higher! and her ass was similarly voluminous. The woman
obviously drank plenty of milk!
And speaking of which, actually, Risa and Miki's endowments had also grown a
bit from canon, simply from their consumption of so much human dairy. The
former was at least a D-cup, and even the latter was in the range of a high C.
Yukiji herself was only slightly less endowed than Shiori, and her clothes
groaned miserably in the strain against her bulging curves.
Despite the greatly increased endowments of the girls, however, they did not
seem particularly less bright. Though it would honestly be hard to tell with
Yukiji, Risa, and Miki. Even Shiori, for all her genius, had been very much of
a ditz to begin with. But the effects of girl-milk were greatly reduced in
pasteurization, and if served chilled would have almost zero noticable effects
on intelligence, adverse or otherwise.
"But you're the one who told me to work here!" said a redfaced Makimura, her
curves jiggling wonderfully with every slightest movement of her body. "You
said it was traditional for new female teachers at Hakuou."
Yukiji hummed thoughtfully, and she stroked her chin. "Did I really?" she said.
"Odd. I don't remember that at all."
The twinkle in her eyes betrayed the truth, however.
"Sempaaaaiiii!" Shiori whined, throwing her arms over Yukiji. "So meeeean!"
Her breasts mashed violently against Yukiji's, causing Risa and Miki to get
very powerful nosebleeds.
Yukiji purred, taking generous handfuls of Makimura's lovely, doughy form and
figure. She fondled Shiori's ass, squeezing and groping it lewdly. She ground
her bosom against the blonde's, the buttons of her blouse straining futilely
against the swell and heave of Yukiji's enormous tits.
Their legs intertwined. Yukiji fell back in her chair, with Makimura atop her.
In the heat of the moment, their lips met.
Then their tongues.
Then Makimura was tearing her sempai's clothes off, while Yukiji gleefully
stripped away what little her kouhai was wearing in the way of a uniform. They
kissed hotly and passionately, their breasts sliding up and down over each
other. Nipples brushed roughly, frequently; they were stiff and erect,
painfully sensitive. Their tongues danced circles around one another, cleaning
each the other's tonsils.
Their fingers strayed south, between the valleys of supple, creamy thighs, to
the sopping wet, burning hot sluices of their cunts. They fingered each other
in public, stripped completely naked and making out shamelessly. Particularly
since this was an open air ice cream parlor.
Chilled girl-milk had no particular effect on intelligence, this was true. In
exchange, however, it was a most potent aphrodisiac.
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Nagi's buttocks bounced softly up and down, her frame bobbing with the great,
careful strides of her butler. Her small, flat bosom smacked now and then
against his hard, lean abdomen. Her cheeks were ruddy, and her tongue lolling
out.
Hayate's mouth was pressed down firmly into Nagi's pussy. He kissed her cunt
warmly and lovingly, licking her lips and eating her out. His hands worked up
and down her body, fondling and caressing her in service to his mistress's
youthful, yet-unblossomed beauty.
Juice trickled down the handsome, naked butler's lips. Nagi's slit was red and
puffy as her serviced her, and she whimpered and moaned delightedly. Her lean
frame wriggled lewdly in Hayate's hands.
Oh, how Nagi longed for a taste of his cock! But it was out her reach. She was
too short to kiss it like this, too short yet to service Hayate as he serviced
her.
But Maria was happy to stroke him off for Nagi, masturbating Hayate as they
walked downtown. She was the only one out of this trio to be wearing any kind
of clothing, and even this was only very scanty. Her breasts jiggled
beautifully.
Hayate's dick throbbed in Maria's fingers. Nagi watched enviously, her own
hands clutching and kneading her butler's ass. Hayate's cock twitched, aching
and pulsing. The smell of his manhood filled Nagi's nostrils.
"My, what nice weather we have today," said Maria cheerfully, her tits bouncing
and ass jouncing. The sun shone on her bare skin, a faint sheen of sweat
glistening in the light.
"Mmm, mmph!" With a smack and a slurp, Hayate withdrew his lips from Nagi's
cunt. Her nectar dribbled down his chin. "It is, isn't it? So warm and sunny,
but with a nice cooling breeze."
Then he pressed his mouth against Nagi's slit once more, and resumed licking
his mistress's privates.
"I can tell," Maria said, and she smiled at the sight of her mistress's
nipples, stiff and hard. Her own nipples were visibly standing up beneath her
pasties. "It's so nice and refreshing, isn't it?"
She squeezed Hayate's dick, smiling with warmth and... a tint of something
else. Something more than just mere platonic fondness; something like lust, but
deeper.
Hayate shivered, and his balls clenched. Passersby on the street watched with
moderate interest as the handsome butler came, spurting his seed all over
Maria's hand—
"Ohhh, Hayata-kun❤"
—and the blouses of two rather familiar young lasses. Miki Hanabishi's light
blue top was stained heavily with gobs and thick ropes of white. The undone top
buttons of Risa Asakaze's shirt left a modest amount of her D-cup cleavage
exposed, and Hayate's sperm happily settled a good fraction of itself in the
warm valley of her bosom.
A little off to the left, the eagerly lustful scissoring of Yukiji Katsura and
Shiori Makimura threatened to overturn their table. They were as naked as the
day they were born, throwing their heads back and howling lustfully. Obscenely
generous curves rocked and roiled like stormy seas, tits and asses quaking at
levels beyond the Richter scale's measure.
Maria smiled.
"Hello, Yukiji-san, Shiori-sempai❤" she chirped warmly, her eyes glimmering as
she drank in the sight of their shameless coupling.
The two teachers were too horny and caught up in the moment to hear what she
said. They did not answer, and simply continued to make hot and passionate love
to one another. Maria found herself fascinated by the squashing, swaying,
smashing, and mushing interplay of their most large and generous breasts.
A bit of nectar dribbled down the maid's thighs, coming soon into sight from
beneath that criminally short skirt. She licked her lips and continued to
watch, bringing a hand idly up to her bosom, which she cupped and began to
knead, even as she persisted in pleasuring Hayate's penis.
"I didn't think you two were in that kind of relationship," she commented, her
eyes twinkling delightedly.
She received no answer save for a great deal of moaning and groaning.
A number of unimportant extras beneath both description and naming watched with
varying degrees of interest as Hayate somehow managed to hold a conversation
with his classmates whilst at the same time also eating out his mistress. In
another, more serious story, these extras may have been given some kind of
reaction to carry out, or even lines with which to comment on the proceedings.
But for now all they did was watch quietly, being mere setpieces for Hayate's
erotic adventures.
"So, how's work?" Miki asked Hayate, appreciatively eyeing Nagi's very nice
bum.
"Oh, the usual," Hayate somehow replied, his tongue buried an inch or two into
his young lady's cunt, and his lips all but forming an airtight seal around
Nagi's privates.
"That so? Well, I hope you're having fun with it."
"I am, I am!"
"Good... I'm glad to hear it, Hayata-kun."
Miki glanced from Nagi's butt, then, down to the back of her head, and then
further down to Maria's hand, which enveloped maybe a third or a quarter of
Hayate's full prick. Miss Hanabishi blushed deeply at this, and she raised a
hand to the mess which covered the front of her blouse.
Hayate's spunk stuck to her fingers, smelling strong yet unfathomably
appetizing. It was like roasted garlic, or soft cheese: pungent, but
undoubtedly delicious. Miki softly ran her fingers through the great wad of
sperm, collecting a fair bit on her fingertips. Her cheeks burned as she raised
those same fingers up to her lips. Her tongue flitted out, flicking over the
semen she had collected.
The indentured butler smiled at the look on Miki's face when she tasted his
ejaculate, and his cock twitched excitedly at the way her body shivered. Her's
curves were greater than he recalled.
"Do you like it, Miki-san?" he asked her cheerfully.
Her blush became a smouldering violet, and she cast her eyes down at his penis.
"...yes," she said. "It's delicious."
"Of course it is!" Risa chimed in, and Hayate's eyes wandered over to her.
The shrine maiden grinned at him, and she made a show of continuing to scrape
Hayate's cum out of her cleavage and into a Shoujo Gyunyu ice cream dish. There
were two full cups sitting on an unoccupied table beside her. The third which
she held was nearly half full, and yet she had yet to get through even a
quarter of the spunk Hayate had slam dunked down her shirt.
"Oh?" said Hayate. "What's this you're making, Risa-san?"
Several female customers, as well as most of the present waitresses, were
watching with rapt attention as Risa slowly and deliberately scooped up yet
another spoonful of Hayate's sperm. Miki also looked greatly intrigued by what
her friend and fellow fool was doing.
"It's a brand new business venture!" Miss Asakaze proclaimed, her eyes flashing
with glee. "They've got plenty of girl-milk products for guys and girls who are
into that sort of thing, but nothing for those who are interested in guys too.
Your cum's delicious, so I figure it'll be a perfect start to my new product
line! Ayakaze Ice Cum, I'll call it!"
"'Ayakaze'?" parroted Miki, narrowing her eyes.
"It's a portmanteau," replied Risa. "For Ayasaki and Asakaze! The founder and
chief provider, we'll be."
"Aren't you a shrine maiden?" Nagi interjected, tilting her head to kind look
sideways in the general direction of the girls.
"Virginal devotees of the gods have to eat too, you know," said Risa
officiously.
Hayate laughed.
"I hope you plan on sharing the proceeds!" he said, eyes twinkling. "If you're
going to be using my stuff in it."
Risa met Hayate's eyes, and she grinned lustily. She glanced down at his cock
and licked her lips.
"But of course," she said. "I wouldn't dream of cheating my business partner
out of his share."
And saying this she reached out to pet the head of his cock, feeling the great
fleshy mass of his foreskin. It was wet and sticky, and warm, and Risa shivered
as the smell of Hayate's sex filled her nostrils. Her bosom heaved, sperm-
filled cleavage rising and falling with deep, slow breaths.
Nagi squirmed in Hayate's arms, her cunt rubbing roughly across Hayate's lips.
She glowered down at Risa's hand, tilting her head to take in the full sight of
her butler's manhood. Peevishly she batted her schoolmate's hand away.
"Mine," Nagi grumbled.
Risa chuckled and stepped back.
"Haha, if you say so," she said. She gave Hayate a wink, and undid another
button of her top. In doing so it became clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"See ya later, Hayata-kun!"
She and Miki waved. Hayate and Maria smiled, walking away with Nagi still in
Hayate's grasp: he was still eating his mistress out. Yukiji and Shiori
continued to have hot lesbian sex on the table, while Miki and Risa deposited
Hayata-kun's sperm into empty ice cream dishes.
For his part, Hayate ran into one of the waitresses as he was leaving, quite
accidentally skewering Hanako Tanaka's big, juicy ass with his cock. But aside
from that bit of surprise anal sex, his departure was quite uneventful.
***** BE and Lactation: The Fanfic *****
Bishoujo MILK.
The name of the shop was blazoned above the entrance in bold lettering. The
Bishoujo was written in stylized, cutesy hiragana. The letters of MILK were in
bold, all-caps font.
Not the most creative nomenclature, perhaps, but none could accuse the
proprietors of false or misleading marketing. Not when plastering images of
buxom, half-naked high school girls on their milk cartons was as self-
explanatory as putting a picture of a cow on other kinds of dairy.
Because Bishoujo MILK was much the same kind of establishment as Shoujo Gyunu
from the previous chapter.
At least... in the sense that both worked with human dairy. But where the ice
cream parlor had simply boasted girl-milk products, Bishoujo MILK was more like
a human dairy farm. That is to say, this was where the magic happened as far as
milking. They didn't actually raise humans as cows, because this isn't QUITE
that kind of fic. In terms of the day to day operation, in fact, Bishoujo MILK
was more comparable to a blood, or sperm, bank.
Hayate, Maria, and Nagi walked inside the low, sprawling complex. The
building's facade was red brick, like an old American school house, and the
revolving glass doors of the main entrance opened up into a spacious atrium.
The BM facilities spread over two city blocks, a large processing plant and
production facility that provided part time employment to nearly half of Nerima
ward's female population under the age of thirty.
A dome of clear glass overhead let sunlight into the main lobby, which was
decorated artfully with many live green plants, ferns and flowers and small
bonsai trees. A fountain in the center of the atrium glittered with cool, clear
water. Statues of busty, topless teenagers rimmed the fountain's center, erect
stone nipples spraying water into the basin below. The girls were smiling,
wearing granite cowbells around their slender necks.
Hayate finally set Nagi down, having reached his destination. The girl
momentarily quivered, looking a little dizzy from being put so suddenly right
side up once more. She staggered for a second, glancing with obvious longing at
Hayate's long, hard cock.
But Maria held it firmly, gleefully rubbing and stroking Hayate's manhood. She
was lost in delight, pleasuring her colleague, and left no opening for her
mistress to move in.
Pouting, Nagi turned her back to look at the fountain. She stared fixedly at
the buxom statues, appearing almost entranced as she watched the water spurt
from erect stone nipples. Her face quickly reddened and her jaw fell slightly
agape.
"W-Wow," she whispered, a bit of blood trickling from her nostrils. "So
lifelike...!"
Maria giggled, watching her ojou-sama's reaction to the highly suggestive
statuary. She twisted her hands over the silky, velvety, pulsating shaft of
Hayate's manhood, delighting in the feel of his dick in her hands. Sweat
glistened on her breasts, rolling beads of moisture slowly peeling up the edges
of her nipple pasties. Arousal was obvious, maidenly nectar trickling visibly
down her thighs.
"Yes, they are," she said cheerfully, licking her lips and softly moaning.
Being here always made her get so excited. "In fact, I daresay I recognize the
girl on the left as Makimura-sempai..."
She clapped her hands together with a single, soft noise.
"The head teacher for our grade?" said Nagi, tearing her eyes away from the
gorgeous decor to look up at her maid. She blushed a little harder to see the
brunette's pasties peeled halfway off, hot and heavy sweat dissolving the
adhesive. "Wow, she must come here a LOT, if they made a statue of her."
"Each of those statues represents one of BM's top contributors," said Hayate.
"Past and present. See? Your mom's on the upper right."
He pointed to a particularly flattering representation of Yukariko Sanzen'in.
From the level of detail put into portraying the slight and subtle details of
the woman's body, it was obvious that Nagi's mother had possessed an
exceptionally high reputation in this place.
For a moment, Hayate absently wondered how and why he knew this. He hadn't
actually written anything like this in the Book of Amen... had he?
He was interrupted in his thoughts, however, by Nagi letting out a soft 'ah'
and pointing at a newer-looking statue, one of the ones nearest to them.
"And there's Saku," she said, pointing at a flawless depiction of the Aizawa
heiress – and Hayate's personal cow – in an exceptionally lewd pose. There was
a strange glimmer in Nagi's eyes as she looked the statues over.
"Yes, she donates most of her excess milk to BM," Maria commented in an
expositional tone of voice. "The Aizawa family is the company's chief
shareholder, after all."
Nagi's face lit up.
"Oh!" she said. "Does that make Hayate the CEO, then? Since he owns Saku and
her family, and all."
Hayate laughed.
"I thought it only worked that way in movies," he remarked cheerfully, his cock
throbbing a little as the three of them began to walk past the fountain.
Nagi shrugged. "I think you'd make a great CEO, though. You know more about
girl-milk than anyone."
Hayate let out a cheerful hum.
"Perhaps~!" he said.
===============================================================================
Hayate was recognized the instant he walked up to the visitor's desk.
"Look, it's him!" one cute blonde whispered to her pink-haired friend. "Hayate-
sama!
"Seriously? Damn! If only I'd offered to work a production shift today..." the
professional-looking but cute lass muttered.
The facility, at first glance, seemed to be staffed almost entirely by females.
They were all very attractive, with varying bust-sizes that ranged from flat as
a board to downright explosive, smartly dressed in short-skirted business suits
with thigh high stockings. The only male employees appeared to be a sparse few
maintenance and janitorial staff.
It took Nagi and Maria a second to recognize the woman running the desk.
"Eh? Why's a nun working here?" Nagi wondered.
Maria sweatdropped.
"Ojou-sama... somehow I get the feeling this woman is not any kind of nun."
"Hello, Sonja-san~" Hayate chirped, greeting the bespectacled ne'er-do-well
with pleasant cheer.
Sonja Shaflnarz...or something like that... returned Hayate's smile with
interest.
"Hello, Butler-san," she said warmly, her eyes immediately flicking down to
Hayate's erection. She licked her lips. "Nice to see you going au naturel
today. The cowgirls are sure to like it."
A wink.
Hayate laughed good naturedly. Maria pouted and pressed her body into the
butler's side, possessively stroking his manhood. The pasties came off of her
breasts as they rubbed against Hayate's muscular torso, exposing puffy nipples,
and the slight glisten of fluid white.
Nagi caught this, and felt a twinge of jealousy.
"You're lactating, Maria?" she murmured, eyeing the maid's breasts and bring
her hands up to her own nipples. She huffed, enviously cupping her own meager
mammary lumps. "No faaair. You've been coming here to be milked, haven't you?"
The maid laughed gently.
"Perhaps," she said. "But it's not like you can't do it, too. They do provide
supplements to induce breast growth and lactation in volunteers, after all."
Nagi blushed, averting her gaze bashfully.
"Yup!" said Sonja. "Our enriched girl-milk can make even the flattest pettanko
into a total cow. Of course, the side effects are proportionately intense. So
usually we don't give volunteers more than a quarter teaspoon. Not unless they
sign a contract for extended employment. It takes a lot of semen to reverse the
mind mushing of regular girl-milk, and Butler-san there is one of the only guys
potent enough to counteract the industrial grade stuff."
Sonja then side-eyed Nagi, humming thoughtfully.
"How old are you, anyways?" she asked. "Eight? Nine?"
The blonde scowled, her cheeks furiously reddening.
"I'm fourteen!" she snapped.
Sonja's eyebrows rose up nearly right into her hairline.
"Oho?" she said. "Too bad. That means you're only old enough to sign up for a
week-long extended shift. Hardly even worth the trouble it would take to get
those mosquito bites of yours up to production standard."
Nagi's left eye violently twitched.
"That's my mom's statue you have in your fountain, you know," she said lowly,
her eyes flashing. "If that hopeless woman was good enough to become one of
your top producers, then it should be no problem for me even if I signed up for
a maximum contract!"
Sonja's expression became stern.
"We only roll that out for the charity cases," she said matter-of-factly. "The
ones with no future ahead of them, and nothing to look forward to in their
lives but a lonely, miserable death." She harrumphed. "...if Makimura had done
a better job of convincing that hopeless sempai of hers..."
Hayate chuckled sheepishly, sensing the dig at his homeroom teacher.
But then Sonja shrugged.
"Well, since you're obviously Yukariko's daughter, I suppose we can afford to
hire you on for today," she said. "Butler-san is here, anyways, so it'll be no
problem to get you back to normal once your shift is done."
Nagi pouted at this, but silently accepted the concession. The way the woman
said 'back to normal' did prick her a bit, though.
"Can I at least keep the boobs?" she asked.
"Breasts enhanced to production grade by BM supplements are legally Bishoujo
Milk property," Sonja said in a clipped, businesslike tone. "Attempting to keep
enhancements that were made with company resources for the purposes of milk
production for yourself is prosecutable as grand larceny mammary, and
punishable by up to five hundred hours of community service."
She adjusted her glasses, the lenses turning briefly opaque with a flash of
reflected light.
"Understood?" she finished, looking down sternly at Nagi.
The blonde blushed, crossing her arms over her flat chest.
"Fine," she said peevishly. "Whatever."
***** Checking In *****
Sonja led Maria and Nagi into the back room, pausing only to wink at Hayate and
give her ass a good shake. Her short, tight skirt flared a tiny bit, flashing
the once-indebted butler with some nice, creamy thighs.
"I'll be back for you once we've got your friends here processed, sir," she
said warmly, respectfully.
Suggestively.
Hayate nodded, smiling cheerfully at the woman. He was wholly unconcerned with
the matter of his present nudity. He had walked here naked, after all, eating
out Nagi the whole way.
His boner twitched a little bit, and he might have been staring at Sonja's
behind as she walked away.
That woman sure knew how to swing her hips.
"Have fun, you two," he chirped, waving goodbye to Nagi and Maria. "Although
I'll probably be seeing you again real soon❤"
He chuckled at his own little joke.
===============================================================================
The line for the evening shift sign up was actually pretty short, Nagi was
surprised to discover. Aside from herself and Maria, there were only two other
people there, both of whom she knew: her new friend Kayura, and her manga/love
rival Ruka.
Kayura and Ruka were already completely naked, as was ordinary for the sign up.
Nagi and Maria had skipped past the locker room, since they hadn't been wearing
anything, but usually girls inquiring about a position in milking were
instructed to undress and leave their clothes behind. Expansion could do things
to clothes that were at once terrible and wonderful.
Mostly terrible, if you were a tailor.
Nagi whistled, glancing a hint enviously at Ruka's figure – her curves were on
par with Maria's, with the kind of flawless skin you would expect from a famous
idol singer. You could've bounced a quarter off of her ass, and those breasts
were the perfect size: big enough for the really fun stuff, but not too
cumbersome or unwieldy. Her thighs were just right for squeezing and pleasing.
The twin-tailed blonde licked her lips, smirking mischievously. Glancing past
Ruka, she assessed the form of her fellow otaku, Kayura.
Red eyes met green. Kayura waved hello.
"Yo, Nagi," she said. "I didn't think you'd want to come to a place like this."
Nagi blushed, self-consciously crossing her arms over a flat chest. She glanced
sidelong at Kayura's bust. While not large by any measure, the other girl's
breasts were still larger than hers.
This irked Nagi a little bit.
"W-Well, I don't see why you would feel any more at home," she lamely retorted,
sniffing haughtily.
"It pays really well," was Kayura's blunt response. "A few hours of milking a
week is more than enough to support my hobbies. Those special edition
collector's items won't buy themselves, after all."
Nagi sweatdropped.
"I see," she said, nodding slowly. She glanced sheepishly at Ruka's behind, not
sure what to say next.
The woman manning the sign up desk chose then to clear her throat.
"Next," she said, indicating Kayura. The verdette turned promptly on her heels,
and walked up to the desk.
"Hey, Nana-chan," she said to buxom, black-haired clerk. "You catch last
night's episode of...?"
"No, I was too busy with my boyfriend," Nana replied, shuffling the papers on
her desk. She took out one sheet, and handed it to Kayura. "He's absolutely
incorrigible once he gets some liquor in him."
She tittered, giving Kayura a playful wink.
"But I'm sure you'll find out for yourself, soon enough! Heehee, the boys are
bound to start swarming a cutie like you~"
Kayura chuckled, idly chatting with the attractive but narratively unimportant
clerk. She signed on the dotted line, then handed the pen back to Nana.
Nagi watched this, feeling anxious and impatient. Her eyes flicked between the
nude, distinctly sexy forms of Kayura and Ruka. She wiggled her hips, feeling
particularly conscious of Maria's presence behind her.
Voices came from the hallway just beyond the sign up desk. A pair of
generically pretty high school girls appeared, their explosively tremendous
endowments covered with a thick coat of semen. Their pussies were reddened and
visibly distended, copious quantities of sperm glopping from their cunts.
"Did you hear what Chie-chan said?" said the one on the right.
"No, what?" said the one on the left.
"Apparently Hayate-sama just showed up!" the one on the right gushed, clapping
her hands and skipping a step or two. Her breasts and bum jiggled violently.
"Eh? Seriously?!" the one on the left exclaimed. "For real?!"
"For real! He just arrived a few minutes ago – apparently with a couple of
extra-cute volunteers!"
Nagi felt a blush creep into her cheeks, realizing that the girls were
undoubtedly talking about her and Maria. She wiggled her hips, smiling happily
at the thought of being called extra-cute.
"Aww maaan, that stinks. Just when our shift is ending!"
"What, really? I thought you were seeing Taro."
"Oh, sure, he's a good fuck, but this is Hayate-sama we're talking about. He's
in a whole other league."
"So, out of yours?"
"Ah, can it. I could totally get with him if I wanted to!"
"Then why don't you? 'Cause it's pretty obvious you want it~"
The one girl blushed as the other teased her. Nana waved them on down the hall,
and gestured for Kayura to head in the direction the two nameless extras had
just come from.
"Have fun, Kayura-chan!" the desk clerk said with a wink.
The young fujoshi laughed.
"If Hayate's working this shift, then that's a guarantee!" Kayura chuckled.
Nana smiled, then turned back to the line.
"Okay," she said. "Next!"
Ruka stepped forward.
"Hi," she said, blushing. "Um. I, er... well, I'm here for that special cross-
promotion thing my manager set up."
Nana clapped her hands.
"The limited edition idol milk, right?" she chirped. "Yes, we've been waiting
for you, Ruka-tan!"
She handed Ruka a similar sheet to Kayura's, along with an extra one.
"That form's for the first-timers," Nana explained. "Take your time to read it
through❤"
Ruka nodded, and stepped aside. She leaned on the desk, chewing on her lip as
she scanned the form before her.
A bell rung behind Nagi and Maria. The ojou-sama and her maid turned their
heads to see three more volunteers walk in: Hakuou underclassmen Fumi and
Sharna, plus student council secretary Aika.
"I CAN'T WAIT TO BE MILKED!" Fumi exclaimed, looking distinctly excited. "I
hear Hayate-sempai works here, too!"
"Maybe he'll pay us tribute," Sharna mused, smiling. "After all, cow girls are
as sacred as actual cows."
Aika giggled demurely.
"I don't know about sacred," she said, "but you'll definitely have a good time
if Ayasaki-kun is here❤"
Nagi would have observed them some more, but she heard the desk clerk say
"Next!" and realized that it was her turn to step forward.
Grinning confidently, she decided to give this her all.
***** To Be a Cow *****
Once Nagi had filled out the requisite forms, the desk clerk gave her a wink
and waved her and Maria on through. An attendant came up and took Nagi's hand,
smiling warmly and saying that she would lead the girls where they needed to
go.
It was a short walk to their destination – a little too short, in the opinion
of Nagi, who was captivated by the sway of their guide's shapely hips, and the
way that tight micro mini conformed to the cute, youthful woman's round and
perky bum. But despite the tantalizing presence of those sumptuous shrink
wrapped peaches, the petite blonde heiress and mangaka was yet more aroused by
the thought of things still to come.
The attendant led them into a wide, spacious room. Open shower stalls lined the
walls to the right of the entrance, and on the left was a row of stainless
steel tables. Jugs, measuring cups, and glasses were arranged in an orderly
fashion. This was where they would be given their medicine, so to speak.
Nagi glanced a touch anxiously into one of the nearer shower stalls, only half-
listening as the attendant explained how she and Maria would be given carefully
measured doses of enriched girl milk, and assured them in a clearly rehearsed
speech that this process would be duly reversed with absolutely zero side
effects once their shift was over. The sound of running water seemed to drown
out the woman's words, and Nagi saw that the third stall from the entrance was
currently occupied.
Ruka moaned indiscreetly, hot steaming water coursing in clear rivulets over a
luscious, curvaceous form. She was wagging wide and juicy hips from side to
side as an attendant sensually scrubbed her down with a pink, frilly sponge.
The girl was on all fours, almost certainly incapable of standing under her own
power at the moment.
Nagi stared jealously, and eagerly, at the immense, hanging globes of creamy,
rosy womanflesh which dangled from the idol singer's slim torso. Ruka's breasts
were as big as Sakuya's, now, so large that her nipples had to be less than an
inch off the ground, if even that much. Her ass was just as large, like two
super-sized beach balls that had been painted the color of asian high school
girl ass and taped together. The valley of her gluteal cleavage was deep and
dark, a vast crevasse that drew one's eyes in until they couldn't possibly
escape by any force of mere human willpower.
Nagi blushed deeply, seeing the blank expression on Ruka's face. The girl's
eyes met hers, but there was no sign of recognition in those glassy crimson
pools. She looked stupid, to put it as bluntly and literally as possible. There
was not so much as a hint of intelligence behind those eyes. Ruka looked
practically braindead.
Of course, Nagi knew enough about girl milk and its effects to realize that
this wasn't actually the case. While human dairy did have the side effect of
reducing intelligence in female drinkers – something to do with how it wildly
fluctuated the body's estrogen levels – it was only to a certain point.
Generally, while enough milk could drain a girl's IQ just shy of being
considered legally retarded, there was limit to how low you could go. Baseline
neurological functions, and subconscious faculties, were by all accounts
unaffected by girl milk.
Ruka was still Ruka, somewhere deep inside that pretty, vapid head. Her thought
processes may have all but ground to a screeching halt, to the point where she
probably wouldn't even recognize her own reflection in a mirror, but she hadn't
forgotten who she was. She may have forgotten how to remember who she was, but
that was a whole other can of worms entirely.
Whatever the case, the important thing was that Ruka was completely at the
staff's mercy in her current befuddled, encurvened state. The staff's mercy...
and Hayate's.
Nagi bit back a moan, shivering pleasurably as she thought of how she would
soon be in the same position as Ruka. Was it weird that the thought of having
her thought processes slowed to almost nil, her otherwise petite frame
violently laden with obscene quantities of fatty tissue in precise strategic
locations, made her so horny? Was she a pervert for getting aroused at the idea
of being completely helpless, incapable of doing anything to stop anyone who
might try to take advantage of her?
She glanced at Maria out of the corner of her eye, and saw that the maid's
pussy was wetter than she had ever seen it before. Maria was visibly holding
back cutely pitiful whimpers, her modestly salacious body quivering and
trembling bouncily, the young woman on the brink of coming from lustfully
fearful anticipation of a most vigorous ravishing at Hayate's hands.
No, Nagi decided, smiling a little more warmly. She felt her pussy moisten
further, her nipples stiffening and legs shivering. It clearly wasn't weird or
perverted of her to so eagerly await a state of utter, mindless helplessness
before her butler and crush's ravening lust. Not if everyone else was getting
just as horny.
"...and here you go, Miss Sanzen'in," the voice of the attendant finally broke
through Nagi's wistful fantasizing. "This should be a sufficient dosage to get
you up with the others. We usually don't give girls this much unless they've
signed up for an extended contract, but I guess they've decided to make an
exception considering your... relationship with Hayate-sama."
Nagi did not miss the hint of envy, the simmering resentment in the woman's
voice. It was clear that the attendant – like most women – deeply coveted the
intimate, master-servant relationship between her and Hayate. The woman would
probably not handle her very gently once she'd drunk her vitamins.
"Thank you," she told the attendant sincerely, scarcely able to conceal her
excitement. "I appreciate that."
Nagi met the woman's eyes, and saw the lust and envy mingled therein.
She nearly came right then and there, imagining what the attendant might do to
her in between drinking her milk and arriving on the production floor, never
mind what Hayate would do to her.
Unable to wait any longer, Nagi knocked her head back and downed the glass of
carefully portioned girl milk in a single draught.
It was warm, and faintly sweet. Subtle, not overpowering. It was a trace of
something delectable and addicting, a vague and elusive flavor which tempted
her to keep on drinking until she had it pinned down square on her taste buds.
It made her thirst for more.
She felt the effects almost immediately.
Her toes curled, a deep warmth spreading outward from her abdomen. She could
feel the milk settling in her gut, and a powerfully pleasurable tingling
sensation danced over her skin.
Nagi marveled at the things she was feeling. Sparks shot up her spine, jolts of
pleasure causing her body to shiver and shake near-uncontrollably. She went
weak in the knees, her legs like gelatin. Her body listed forward as the
expansion began, the growing weight of swiftly swelling mammaries soon
unbalancing the young lass.
Will Hayate like this? she wondered bashfully, smiling and blushing as she
thought of her handsome, warm-hearted butler. He plays with Saku plenty enough
to give that impression... I bet he won't be able to keep his hands off of me.
Nagi's pussy ached, images of Hayate's naked body flashing through her mind.
She saw his smiling face inside her eyelids, visions of his love-making prowess
burned into her retina. She had watched and experienced enough of Hayate's
abilities to guess how wonderful this would feel.
Hayate... she thought, smiling and wiggling her hips. A big and doughy ass more
than three times the size of her head set to jiggling and wobbling violently
from the motions of her body. Breasts so large that, even stretching her arms
to their limit, Nagi could not reach her own nipples, began to quiver and
bounce. I hope Hayate likes me like this.
Nagi mewled, staggering. She fell to her knees, collapsing tits-first onto a
cold linoleum floor. Her nipples squeezed into cracks between the tiles, once-
sharp edges digging into her sensitive areolae.
A shiver of pleasure rushed through Nagi's form. She felt a bit of something
warm and wet squeeze out of her body, a sense of utmost release sending her
into the throes of ecstasy. She thrashed bonelessly, lewdly on the floor,
loudly moaning and squealing, gasping and groaning as hot feminine juices
gushed from an eager, puffy cunt.
Hayate... Hayate...! Nagi thought, her mind numbing in carnal euphoria, her
vision swimming as she rolled onto her back, grinding a tremendous posterior
against the tile floor. I love you! I love you! Hayate, Hayate! Oh, god! My
body!
Nagi heard a low and husky moan from somewhere above and behind her. The sound
of it was vaguely familiar, and something in the tone of voice made her body
writhe even harder. Nectar flooded from her pussy, dousing her thighs and
seeping generously across the linoleum.
"Ohhh... ahhh... mmmm❤"
Nagi's face was hot, burning up like the rest of her body. She looked for the
source of this moaning, scanning half-lidded emerald eyes through the air.
Sure enough, she soon found the culprit.
A young woman with short, silky brown hair stood above Nagi. She had deep,
chocolate brown eyes that peered intently into Nagi's own, and enormous mammary
organs hung nicely from her chest – good and shapely, perky enough considering
their immense size, with no real drooping or sagging to speak of.
The woman wore a strange, frilly little headdress (and nothing else). It was
blue and white, and something about it seemed familiar to Nagi. It was like
something a maid might wear.
Another woman stood next to the first, looking down dispassionately at Nagi.
She was clad in a tight, short skirt and conservatively low-cut blouse. Her
lips were ruby red, full and plump. The tip of a cute pink tongue flicked out,
laving a slight bit of saliva over those temptingly kissable lips.
Nagi smiled up at these two vaguely familiar figures, grinding her ass against
the dull-edged tiles. She bucked her hips weakly, a soft and needy moan
escaping her lips. She could feel an ungodly sublime ache in her belly, her
tummy feeling empty in a way completely unrelated to food.
"Uwaaa... ooooh... mwah... mmmmm❤" Nagi moaned incoherently, looking up at the
two women with a faintly pleading expression. Her breasts weighed down on her
sternum, making every breath a chore, and hot fragrant juices spilled almost
continuously from a severely overstimulated pussy.
Hot... hot... hot...! Nagi thought. So hot... so sore...! I need... I need...!
"Mmmm... mmmm...!" she moaned and mewled, bucking her hips harder, noisily
slapping big fat buttocks on the linoleum. "Mmmmm! Mmm...! Mooooooooo❤❤❤"
"Good girl," said the woman who was still dressed, smiling down at Nagi with a
strangely suspicious expression on her face. "Very, very good girl. Isn't she,
Maria-san?"
"Mmmooooo❤" the buxom, nude brunette moaned, lowing in a manner not dissimilar
to Nagi's own incoherent vocalizations. She had a pleasantly vacant expression,
her eyes seeing but not analyzing, just simple-mindedly staring out at the
world with no apparent worries or concerns inside that pretty little head of
hers.
Boobs... Nagi thought with what meager higher brain function that still
remained in her grasp. Boobs... like me. I'm... like her?
She smiled vapidly, shivering explosively as one more extra large orgasm
wracked her once-petite frame.
Me, her... the same... We're the same❤
The attendant smirked, leering with undisguised desire at Nagi's nude,
disproportionately voluptuous little body. She adjusted her wireframe
spectacles with a sneer, giving Maria a sharp, playful swat on the ass.
"This is my favorite part of the job," she remarked, possessively squeezing and
massaging one of Maria's large and meaty ass cheeks. "Heeheehee... come with
Mana-chan, you dumb little cows❤ She'll get you nice and clean for Hayate-
sama❤"
Saying this, she grabbed Nagi by the arm and proceeded to drag her across the
floor, likewise guiding a staggering, pleasantly lowing Maria toward the
nearest shower stall. She passed her colleague as the woman half-carried a
squeaky clean and squealing Ruka toward the tall double door which led into the
processing facility proper – the Meat Locker, some of the more vulgar staff
members ironically called it.
Ironic, because meat was pretty much the only thing they didn't use these girls
for. Fetishistic or not, this wasn't quite THAT kind of fic. So Mana herself
preferred to think of it more as a stable.
And if these girls were lucky, they might even get to do some honest-to-
goodness breeding.
***** Industrial Cowgirls and Daisy's Dilemma *****
Hayate Ayasaki walked onto the production room floor. He had a pleasantly
cheerful grin on his face, dressed in his mistress's preferred uniform of
absolutely nothing at all. His dick was erect, its sizable length bobbing as he
walked, swaying side to side in parody of his turning head as he glanced this
way and that into the booths which lined the factory floor.
It was a grid pattern formation intended for optimal layout and accessibility.
Each booth contained a girl or woman hooked up to a milking machine, her body
strapped comfortably in place. Heads rested in padded stocks, chins propped up
on firm, sterilized pillows. Their rear ends faced him as he strolled down the
rows, ample asses and soaking cunts ready and eager for plowing.
The stalls were arranged in sections of five, straight lanes crossing between
the rows of fertile booty. The girls were blindfolded, their ears plugged, ball
gags stuffed in their mouths to keep the noise level down. Eagerly they awaited
the tender ministrations of the attendees as they were milked, motorized pumps
gently coaxing warm and frothy lactation from their swollen, sensitive teats.
Long, cylindrical, stainless steel tanks were set up between every other row,
the booths oriented in alternating directions so that the girls' heads would be
always be facing the tanks while their nether regions would always be facing
the lanes. This arrangement lent a reassuring anonymity to most of the girls
who volunteered for milking, and encouraged equal treatment of the stock by
attendees.
After all, who knew if that cow you were fucking might not be a friend or
relative? Sure, a particularly astute individual might be able to make
deductions based on skin tone or distinctive birthmarks, but for the most part
this double-blind set up between the cowgirls and cowboys ensured a certain
egalitarian professionalism that other companies were known to lack.
This set up was one reason BM was considered the world's leading provider of
human dairy.
The other reason was Hayate himself.
After all, most of the girls who volunteered at this facility did so in the
hopes that he would be the one to attend to them. Today would just so happen to
be the lucky day of those who had volunteered for this shift.
And with a factory floor capable of hosting as many as two hundred and fifty
girls at any given time, that meant a LOT of poon for Hayate Ayasaki to get
through. The production room was at maximum capacity today, and on the days
that Hayate was in it was customary for him to handle ALL of the girls.
Going all out, withholding none of his sexual skills, in just three seconds of
intercourse Hayate could make even the hardest and most stubborn of girls come
explosively. Each orgasm increased productivity by a base three percent, on
average. Even affording just a minute and a half for each girl, he could nearly
triple their milk output.
Even at that rate, of course, it would take six and a half, maybe even seven
hours to do all of the ladies (taking into account the time that would be spent
moving from one girl to the next). And considering Hayate made thirty thousand
yen an hour here, with a one percent bonus commission for every ten percent
increase in individual productivity...
...well, he would be profiting obscenely. The other cowboys and cowgirls were
paid only a tithe of Hayate's rate, but he also was ten times as valuable to
production as anyone else. And even then, thirty bucks an hour was damn good
pay for the kind of "work" that was done by them in the stables.
Anyways, Hayate promptly went to work, starting off quite conveniently with
Kayura. He recognized the girl even just by the sight of her bare ass and
pussy, and his manhood twitched eagerly in anticipation of plunging into her.
His hands clapped down on massive, doughy buttocks. The brain-drained otaku let
out an incoherent lowing sound through her gag and the stocks, wiggling thick
and juicy hips in mindless glee as Hayate thrust himself into her.
A tall, fat, throbbing cock plunged back and forth. Hayate's hands danced
expertly across Kayura's body, sparing not one ounce of his skill or
experience. Within three seconds of the initial penetration, she was screaming
ecstatically, writhing in her bonds. She came all over his shaft, and the
milking pump whirred and chugged as a touch more fluid squirted from her
nipples.
Hayate spanked Kayura and swayed his hips as he thrust, inching his dick
expertly side to side, stimulating every square centimeter of the girl's
womanhood as he fucked her. His balls slapped her thighs, and he was cheerfully
humming.
"My, my! You are such an eager cow, Kayura-chan~!" he chirped, fondling her
vast and doughy buttocks.
She had two more orgasms in the time it took him to say that. Her body was on
fire from his ministrations, milk gushing violently into the suction cups. She
writhed and moaned, coming again and again.
Once the one and a half minutes was up, Hayate pulled out of her (grunting and
shooting out a wad of spooge onto her ass as he did so) and moved onto the next
girl.
In a similar manner, he pleasured and pounded two dozen more young women, all
mooing and squirming brainlessly yet lustfully in his embrace. He marked each
finished cowgirl with a load on her buttocks, allowing the supervisors to
easily tell whom he had and hadn't attended to yet.
Ruka was the next one he recognized, the lovely and amorous idol's pale, heart-
shaped booty unmistakable – especially with the camera crews zealously filming
and photographing her every slightest movement.
Feeling like giving both Ruka and the company some extra good publicity, Hayate
stepped up and made something of a show of parting the idol's ponderous butt
cheeks, then thrusting a thick and rigid dick right up her ass.
Even through her gag, the idol's screams of mindless bliss were ear-splitting,
and the camera crew zoomed in eagerly on Hayate's cock when the young man
pulled out halfway through to then thrust into the girl's cunt.
Ruka came fast and furiously at his hands, a minute and a half of the best
goddamn sex she'd ever had captured on film and photo for everlasting global
posterity. When Hayate pulled out, he made sure to shoot an extra two wads of
sperm on the singer-songwriter/aspiring mangaka's ass.
Flashing bulbs dotted his cornea as the camera crew snapped a plethora of
pictures of Ruka's nude, spunk-coated booty. Smiling cheerfully and waving to a
rather cute young reporter (who returned the gesture with a blush and a lengthy
stare at his dick), Hayate stepped aside to let the paparazzi have their fill.
He moved on, doing several more girls. Over the next hundred or so, there were
many he recognized. Three who stood out the most, though, were Fumi, Sharna,
and Aika. The two underclassman, in particular, were actually situated right
next to each other, mooing dumbly through their gags.
Sharna's thick Indian ass jiggled and bounced with every thrust of Hayate's
hips. Deliciously tanned skin dimpled under his fingers, soft and generous
curves melding to his every touch. Fumi squirmed especially hard when he
smacked her rump, and her cunt was nice and tight. Juices gushed out over his
cock, the milking pumps chugging steadily as he fucked them.
Aika was a ways away from them, the Hakuou student council member and alleged
"Love Master" proving to be a particularly raunchy cow. She sounded a touch
more aware of her surroundings than most, retaining a little more intelligence
in her cow-like state by virtue of being moderately brighter than most folk to
begin with. It almost sounded like she was trying to form words through her
gag, once or twice.
That girl was uncanny, and Hayate recalled the times she had stealthily and
subtly solicited him in the past. He massaged immense, pillowy buttocks with a
nostalgic grin, his scrotum slapping between her legs as he jackhammered back
and forth. She was an especially productive cow, and Hayate watched in idle
interest as frothy white fluid coursed through the transparent tubes hooked up
to her teat.
He gave her a sharp nip on the shoulder at the one minute mark. Sucking on the
skin, he tasted the salty tang of her sweat, and left her with a nice, dark
hickey to remember him by. Not literally, of course, but you know.
Thus Hayate worked his way on through the girls, fucking and spanking and
biting and licking. With a shot of sperm, he marked the ass of every cowgirl he
did, leaving them nice and sore and happy as he moved on to the next one.
Lowing and moaning heralded his route through the BM production floor,
practically brainless bitches gleefully taking it up the ass and the cunt.
Eventually Hayate came to the last two, and found that he had nearly ten extra
minutes to spare between them.
Nagi and Maria got an extra long, extra hard dicking for their troubles.
And they loved every minute of it.
===============================================================================
"I hear Hayata-kun's gotten himself married."
Those words, cheerfully spoken, caused the pink-haired head of one Hinagiku
Katsura to whip around violently. She stared wide-eyed and disbelieving at the
speaker, her jaw hanging open.
Risa Asakaze and Miki Hanabishi smiled innocently at their friend. Yukiji
Katsura and Shiori Makimura, at the same time, stripped off what little clothes
they actually still wore as they proceeded to make hot, sweaty love on Hina's
bed.
Sitting at her desk, in her bedroom, any homework assignments she might have
been doing most assuredly forgotten, Hinagiku stared agape at Risa and Miki.
The two inveterate wealthy idiots beamed at the student council president of
Hakuou Academy, and Hinagiku felt a brief and decidedly nonconstructive urge to
hit them.
"Already...?" she said, her brow furrowed. "I... I see. I didn't know it would
be happening so soon..."
She bit her lip, feeling a pang of something cold and miserable in her gut. She
squirmed in her chair, feeling awkwardly aware of her bum rubbing against the
seat. The spats under her skirt were tight, and she could feel her panties
riding up in her pale crack
Miki eyed Hinagiku intently, a touch of pink in her cheeks. Her eyes were
focused especially hard on the other girl's flat chest, and she licked her lips
unconsciously. Hinagiku was scowling, an expression which did such exciting
things to that pretty face.
"Yeah, I guess it was pretty spur of the moment," she commented. "But
apparently him and Isumi are officially an item."
Hinagiku's face fell.
"I should have known..." she murmured. "It was bound to happen sooner or later.
They've been engaged for..."
She paused, her eyes glazing over. A strange look crossed her face, something
like confusion, like she was at a loss and trying to remember something that
wasn't there, trying to access a memory that didn't actually exist. Her face
went blank for a moment, and she froze up, stiff. Then she seemed to grow less
tense, and a frown curled her lips.
A second passed, and the light returned to Hinagiku's eyes. She shook her head,
as though clearing away mental cobwebs.
"...well, it's been quite a while, hasn't it?" she mused quietly. "I wouldn't
have thought those two would end up with each other when I first met them, but
I guess Isumi really cares for him."
"She's not the only one," Risa commented, a twinkle in her eye. She looked at
Hinagiku knowingly.
The pinkette caught the implication of these words and blushed fiercely.
Anxiously, she cleared her throat.
"Well, um, yes," she mumbled, looking askance at her big sister, who had taken
a greedy mouthful of Makimura-sensei's nipples. "He also has his maids and
chattel, as I understand it..."
"Sakuya and Haru-chan, of course," Miki said, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Plus Isumi's mom and Maria, and his mistress Nagi."
She caught Hinagiku looking at the two busty bitches on her bed, and her own
chest heaved lustily within the confines of her blouse. Her panties grew hot
and sticky as various naughty thoughts danced through her pretty little head.
Hope springs eternal, as they say.
"I hear he's got a couple new maids too," Risa added, not so covertly placing a
hand atop Miki's rear. "Nishizawa-san and Izumi, if I'm not mistaken."
There was no mistaking the sudden widening of Hinagiku's eyes at this
statement.
"Izumi is one of his maids?" the pinkette said, wide-eyed. "I... huh, I didn't
know he was hiring..."
She blushed and stared down at her feet.
Miki tittered, stepping forward and bringing her face suggestively close to
Hinagiku's, a glimmer of playful mischief in her eyes. She was quite close to
the girl, near enough that she could probably steal a kiss if she wanted, mash
their lips passionately together before Hina could even think to pull away.
It was very tempting, and she felt her mouth go dry at this closeness to her
schoolgirl crush. She licked her lips. This act did not escape Hinagiku's
notice – not when they were so close that Miki probably could've licked the
student council president's lips as well.
The bluenette could FEEL the heat pouring off of Hinagiku's face.
"Do you think I'd look cute in one of those maid outfits?" Risa inquired
jokingly, striking a pose that emphasized her nice figure.
Hinagiku cracked a rare sort of smile at this.
"He might prefer you in your miko robes," she remarked, her expression seeming
to lighten ever-so-slightly. "I hear a lot of boys are into that sort of
thing."
Risa beamed, and Hinagiku smiled at the brunette.
"Besides," the pinkette added with a curiously lilting tone. She cocked her
head to one side and stared into Miki's eyes. "I think this one would look much
better in a maid outfit."
And saying this, Hinagiku leaned forward and impishly snatched a kiss from
Miki's virginal lips. The bluenette's eyes widened, and now it was her turn to
blush.
"Ah... H-Hina," she stammered, taken aback by her friend and crush's sudden
boldness.
Hinagiku silenced Miki, placing a finger atop the girl's lips.
"Hush," she said. "Relax. I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of this in the years to
come."
Miki blinked owlishly, wondering if she had somehow suddenly slipped into a
magnificent daydream. She melted at Hinagiku's touch, and her eyes fluttered
shut. She indulged herself in this contact, soaking it in and committing it to
memory.
Risa caught an undertone to Hinagiku's words, and she looked quizzically at the
slender girl.
"How so?" she inquired. "Are the two of you gonna run off and elope on me?"
She chuckled at this thought.
Hinagiku shook her head. "No, of course not," she answered. "But I'm sure
Hayate will enjoy watching his maids do all kinds of naughty things to each
other."
Risa's eyes lit up at this.
"You're gonna apply for a job there?"
"So are you," Hinagiku told the brunette. "Unless you'd rather be an unpaid sex
slave? I'm sure I could arrange something to that effect."
Risa laughed.
"That does sound tempting!" she chortled, only half joking. "But do you really
think Miki'll go along with it? I thought she was pretty firmly... y'know..."
She cast a meaningful look at the blue-haired lass, who blushed and shrugged.
"I like Hinagiku, and I mean really like her," Miki said. She met the
pinkette's eyes, and took hold of her friend's hand. "But she likes Hayata-kun
just as much as I like her, and maybe even a little more. I don't think I'd
mind sharing her with him."
She smiled, and kissed Hinagiku back. Some tongue slipped in there before they
were through.
Risa grinned and looked sidelong at Yukiji and Shiori, who were lying on top of
each other in a sweaty, curvy heap.
"Hey, you two," she called over. "How would you like to be Hayata-kun's
unofficial sex slaves?"
"Will we get free booze?" Yukiji Katsura shrewdly queried.
Risa shrugged.
"Maybe," she said noncommittally. "I suppose."
The verdette grinned toothily. "Then you can count me in!" she declared. "I
never miss a chance for free beer."
Makimura blushed and nodded her agreement, her mouth buried in Yukiji's
cleavage. Hinagiku smiled and slipped a hand up the back of Miki's skirt.
Risa beamed.
And back at BM, Hayate sneezed something fierce.
***** Nadja's Raunchy Recap! *****
"Mmm..." Nagi purred sleepily, shifting a petite body in her butler's strong
arms. "Oh, Hayate❤"
Hayate smiled cheerfully, walking naked out the front door of BM. His flaccid
dick swayed in time with a purposeful stride, firm buttocks flexing as he moved
his legs. A toned body showed off its lean musculature, his nude form something
few women could resist.
"Ahaha, ojousama is so cute when she's sleeping," he observed. "Almost angelic
in appearance. It's easy to forget that she's nearly a complete shut-in."
Maria smiled behind him, her all-but-bare breasts bouncing and jiggling as a
scanty miniskirt flipped and fluttered. The pasties over her nipples left
nothing to the imagination, and even the tiniest breeze would reveal the fact
that the maid was going commando.
"Yes, she seems so sweet and innocent when she's asleep," she agreed. "Almost
like a whole other person entirely."
A vein throbbed in the apparently sleeping Nagi's forehead.
"Still, I suppose she's at least doing something productive with her manga.
It's good to see her enjoying a creative pursuit like that," Hayate mused,
waving absentmindedly to a familiar looking nun. "And she's gathered quite a
following with that Haremu no Gotoku series of hers, hasn't she?"
Nagi's expression melted into a smile. She hummed in her supposed sleep.
Maria nodded, coyly eyeing her coworker's posterior.
"Do you know, I believe she based the main character of that manga on you?" she
added, an interesting bit of trivia. "From what I've read, it seems like a
pretty straight adaptation of your life story... just with more sex."
"Is that even possible?" Hayate wondered, letting out a chortle. "But yeah, I
did notice a few similarities, too. Although she draws the protagonist in a
more bishounen style than I think would be accurate for me."
"Nonsense! You're a major bishie, yourself, Hayate! ...is probably what Nagi
would say."
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh, most definitely. She is quite taken with you, that girl. Haven't you
noticed?" Maria winked. "Or did you think she fellated all of her butlers like
that?"
Hayate laughed, shifting his lady in his arms.
"No, of course not!" he chirped. "But it still feels a little surreal to think
that I could truly have the affections of someone as incredible, cute, and
gifted as ojousama. It almost seems like it might be the result of some
contrived magic spell," he murmured, thinking idly of the enchanted book he'd
discovered that morning.
Nagi blushed, wrapping her arms a little more tightly around Hayate.
She was ostensibly still asleep.
Maria smiled sweetly, her eyelashes fluttering. She moved a little closer to
Hayate's body.
"I suppose it just goes to show that you are an even more extraordinary young
man, Hayate-kun❤"
"Or that love is blind!" he added with a laugh.
Maria giggled demurely at the joke, casting a discerning gaze down her
coworker's back. She drank in the sight of his firm, perfectly toned ass bared
for all to see. Licking her lips, she spared a sultry grin for the formerly
indentured butler.
"Mm... perhaps, but I think Nagi and the others can see just fine," she
playfully replied. Leaning in closer to press her ample breasts against
Hayate's arm, she huskily whispered, "After all, I have 20/20 vision, and I
know perfectly well that I like what I see."
SMACK!
She gave his bum a sharp, teasing swat. Hayate jumped, startled by this, and he
blushed adorably. His dick twitched and stirred, as though suddenly awakened by
the noise of Maria slapping that ass.
Nagi squirmed drowsily in the butler's arms, rubbing a pert posterior against
his firm chest.
"AH!" Hayate yelped. "M-Maria...!"
The lovely brunette smirked and closed the distance between their faces,
mashing nearly naked tits into his side as she planted an incongruously chaste
kiss on his cheek. She lingered for a second or two, appreciating the warmth
and smoothness of his skin.
"You know you love it," she teased, winking suggestively. Her fingers flexed,
squeezing a tight and muscular handful of butler booty.
"Yeah, I guess I do," Hayate conceded. He groaned a tiny bit, his manhood
stiffening marginally under the power of Maria's masterful molestations.
Nagi stirred. A quiet giggle escaped her cute and kissable little lips.
A number of female and male onlookers alike ogled the pair as they passed.
With a guileless smile adorning his boyishly handsome (if impoverished and
unfortunate-looking) face, Hayate shifted Nagi into one arm and freed his hand
closest to Maria, who still pressed herself obscenely close to him. He drew
this hand back, and with lightning speed the youthful butler retaliated against
the maid. He brought a hard palm down to clap loudly upon the brunette's soft
and shapely ass.
"AHN...!" Maria gasped, blushing and moaning adorably. Her microscopic
miniature maid skirt flipped up quite improbably from the force of impact,
exposing the voluptuous beauty's pert yet generous buttocks. An ample, milky
booty quivered and quaked with the aftershocks of that revenge spank, and the
maid's pussy visibly moistened. Nipple pasties rose on visibly stiff nubs.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed a VERY familiar, bespectacled non-nun who had been trailing
Hayate and Maria for the last several minutes, ever since they'd checked out of
the BM production facility. She blushed fiercely.
"Aw, I wish sempai would spank me like that!" whined Fumi to her best friend
Sharna, the pair having also followed the maid and butler for a while. "Don't
you wish he'd spank us, too, Sharna-chan?"
"I hear he has a harem of more than a hundred girls," Sharna deadpanned beside
her friend, a willfully gross exaggeration that almost no one would take at
face value. "He probably spanks them all the time."
"EHH?!" Fumi exclaimed, swallowing the fib hook, line, and sinker. She looked
comically dismayed for a moment, before raising a clenched fist and adopting an
equally comical look of determination. "Ngrh... WELL! I guess I'll just have to
be his hundred and first harem girl, then!"
Sharna's face was perfectly neutral. Internally, she was laughing her ass off.
Deeper down, she was secretly fantasizing about actually being part of a harem
that big.
Ruka Suirenji, who had also been following (read: stalking) Hayate ever since
he, Maria, and Nagi had left Bishoujou MILK, reacted similarly to Fumi upon
hearing Sharna's hyperbolic claim. Clenching her fist and raising it into the
sky, she declared her intentions to the world.
Also Fumi and Sharna.
"Not if I become his hundred and first FIRST!" she boldly proclaimed with a
fire in her eyes.
Aika and Kayura smiled. They too were stalking Hayate home from BM.
"Lucky girls❤" cooed the former, wiggling her hips. "Having a boy they can feel
so determined to get in bed with... Ah, to be young and in lust~" she wistfully
tittered.
"Lucky Hayate, you mean," amended Kayura, a fiery aura surrounding the manga
otaku's young form. "He's living the life of a protagonist from a harem
hentai."
Hayate sweatdropped, looking over his shoulder at this peanut gallery of
unstealthy stalkiers.
"My, my..." he murmured sheepishly. "It looks like we've got a real motley crew
following us..."
"Following you would be a more accurate assessment, I imagine," Maria slyly
corrected, winking.
Hayate chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.
Haha... that Book of Amen sure has changed the world in some crazy ways... he
thought.I've nearly lost count, I think. Haha! If I didn't know any better, I'd
say it was almost as though it had a mind of its own!
===============================================================================
Back at the Aizawa manor, the self-proclaimed goddess and apparent true form of
the Book of Amen, Orumuzuto Nadja, sneezed. Spittle flecked all over the
explosively voluptuous, slumbering forms of Sakuya Aizawa and Chiharu Harukaze.
"Oh, geez. Bless me," the slender beauty muttered to herself. "I wonder if a
certain lucky stud is talking about me? Surely he must have realized my role in
all of this by now."
Ayumu Nishizawa mewled contentedly at Nadja's feet, curling up with a dreamlike
expression.
"Mmm... Hayate-sama❤" she sleepily purred. "Oh, yes! Ahn, have your wicked way
with me, master...! I want to service every inch of that wonderful body...
mergle."
She drooled.
Hatsuho Saginomiya, nearby, held her sleeping daughter's head to her bosom. The
spirit medium's endowments – and the endowments of all the girls present
excepting cow girl Sakuya and milk maid Chiharu – were presently back at their
natural, canonical sizes for convenience's sake. Nadja had half a mind to
restore them to the eiken-grade levels of curviness they'd been boasting for
over half of this story once Hayate came back, but for now she would let them
have a breather from lugging around those udderly ridonkulous tits.
"Let's see, now..." the apparent goddess murmured to no one in particular. "It
would probably be helpful to have a bit of a recap right about now, considering
how long it's been since the last update, let alone the last time the fic
focused on this location... seriously, almost a damn year. Stupid author and
his so-called priorities."
She cleared her throat, and gave the fourth wall a sly look.
"You wanna see some skin while we do this?" she asked the readers, perfectly
aware of the medium in which she currently existed. "Not that you'll
actuallysee it, since this is a written format with no pictures, but you could
always open a tab with HnG hentai pics to peek at while you read. I'm sure
there must be vast reams of erotic images starring myself, considering how
important I am to the overarching story of the series. Seriously though, get
some cheesecake or harder pr0n to tide yourselves over while you read this,
otherwise it'll just be a straight boring infodump."
With a snap of her fingers, Nadja was nude. She struck a centerfold-worthy
pose, winking at the readers and wiggling her hips.
"Imagine me in whatever pose and whatever outfit you want, studs❤ Consider it a
make-your-own-fanservice feature. Pair me up with your favorite girl from the
series (hell, from ANY series) and have us do hawt and kinky things to each
other. Have me fucked raw by your favorite male characters – by thinly-veiled,
highly idealized expies of yourselves, if you want! Unless you're a woman. And
I suppose that's entirely possible, though admittedly this fic is geared far,
far, FAR more toward heterosexual males.
"But I won't judge! Whatever gender or orientation you might be, feel free to
put me in whatever scenario gets you the most turned on. Heehee... have your
wicked imaginary way with me, readers...❤" she purred, her voice low and
suggestive. She winked and struck another pose. "You have a good and raunchy
scene set up in your mind? Go on, think up the best (or worst, as it may be)
that you can imagine. Don't hold back on the kink. Whatever your fetish might
be, I'll grin and bear it. Mm, and if you do a good job I might even really
enjoy it, gorgeous."
Again, she winked.
A beat.
She waited for the reader to take this seriously and actually think of a hot
and smutty scenario to put her in while they read the upcoming recap. Unless
they had already thought of one, in which case she was probably just being a
lazy bitch.
"Fuck you, Fuzzy."
You too, Nadja.
Another beat.
Nadja pulled a face, looking disgustedly at the reader.
"... ... ...oh, me, seriously? That is nasty. You should feel ashamed of
yourself, you pervert. That's just not right." She crossed her arms over her
chest. "I think I might be regretting giving you freaks free reign over my fine
ass body... but I suppose the author is kind of giving me a dirty look over
being a hypocrite or whatever, so I guess I can endure it for now. Just this
once."
So saying, Nadja proceeded to act out whatever erotic scenario the reader would
find most arousing, making all manner of lewd and suggestive noises as it went
under way. And in a manner like a voice over or inner monologue during an
action scene, she then finally, FINALLY set aside this tiresome gag and
actually got around to doing the damn recap.
"SOOO... let's see, might as well start from the top. There was once this kid
named Hayate whose parents sold him to Yakuza so as to cover their gambling
debts... ... ... blah blah blah... ... ... yadda yadda yadda... ... ...
exposition exposition... ... ... drivel drivel drivel... ... ... shit you
already know... ... ... yakkity yakkity yak... ... ... I could do this all day,
srsly... ... ... but I'll be a nice writer and not... ... ... so count
yourselves lucky... ... ..."
Having finished covering the requisite canon material (which the author should
really, SERIOUSLY catch back up on himself, dammit) she then got down to
covering the fanfic's events.
"...now, as far as this story, you can more or less just disregard everything I
said about canon. This fic is really just a cheap excuse for freaky wish
fulfillment and smut. Mostly smut. This here is the first bit in this story in
AGES to even remotely try and respect the spirit of the original series.
"But anyways, quick recap go. Hayate found a magic book while helping Isumi
tidy up at the Saginomiya estate. Long-ish but not really long story short,
this book could alter reality based on what its user wrote in it, and it
predictably chose Hayate as its master. That's kinda obvious from the title,
isn't it?
"And of course, when Hayate learned about the book's powers, he NATURALLY felt
the temptation to do something naughty with it, which in my personal opinion
(if not necessarily the author's) makes this fic's version of Hayate almost
better than the canon one... seriously, what kind of teenage boy has zero
pornographic materials in his room? That is just abnormal. But anyways, thanks
to my own benevolent interference prodding Hayate's long-repressed inner
pervert awake and convincing him to give into his dirtier nature, Hayate
decided to make all kinds of kinky and perverted changes to the world around
him.
"Like making Isumi a bunny-eared nudist, and also his waifu. And making their
relationship an open one.
"A very, VERY open one.
"He also solved his and Nagi's financial problems, which was a more boring use
of the book's unlimited reality warping powers, but I suppose that's the sort
of thing Hayate might canonically do with something like that. But then he
fucked Isumi's mom and turned Sakuya into a big-tittied cow girl, which would
eventually escalate so much that the fic's focus would gradually shift from
Hayate using that book to change reality as he wished to Hayate having kinky
adventures in a world of lactation, BE, and highly unrealistic objectification
of the female body.
"But that's okay because this story is purely fantasy and varyingly tongue-in-
cheek. Plus, heroes have gotten away with way worse in fictional works. Like
any action movie with big explosions and countless nameless bystanders getting
caught in the crossfire. That shit would get you put on trial or at least sued
to all hell and back in reality, which is why we have fiction to let us explore
and indulge most of society's violent fantasies in a relatively harmless and
inoffensive fashion.
"Anyway, Hayate mostly writes minor stuff past this point that can be summed up
by saying he established the cornerstones for this kink-topia and added a few
girls to his harem. Also he made Sakuya and her family and all their
possessions his bitch. Like, he owns them and everything that had once been
theirs.
"Also, Ayumu and Izumi became his maids. Just because.
"You get all that so far?
"Good. Because after that point, the book began to act on its own (the book
being me, or something, I'm not too clear on that) and change things without
Hayate's input, though mostly just expanding on and extrapolating from the
changes he'd already made. Mainly it created a society that practically
centered around human lactation and breast expansion fetish, with human dairy
products and girls getting paid to serve as part-time human cows. You know, the
whole shebang.
"Also, even more girls than in canon are totally hot for Hayate. Like
practically ALL of them.
"Now. With the setting re-established, let's lay down the ground rules.
"1.) Consuming human dairy causes a girl's T&A to expand. In roughly direct
proportion, their intelligence drops as their assets inflate. Different
qualities of dairy, and different ways of serving it, can change the exact
rates, but otherwise this is an ironclad principle.
"2.) Hayate's semen, if orally consumed by a female, can reverse the reduction
of intelligence caused by consuming girl milk, proportionate to how much is
consumed. It might also possibly be able to raise intelligence past its normal
limit, maybe.
"3.) Similarly, if an inflated body part comes in contact with Hayate's semen,
that body part will shrink by an amount proportionate to the amount of semen on
it. This enables Hayate to reverse anything done to girls by drinking girl
milk.
"4.) Hayate has the poorly explained ability to ejaculate at will, whatever
amount he wants, seemingly almost as much as he wants to without getting tired
or going soft. Because there is basically no such thing as a refractory period
in hentai."
Nadja took a deep breath.
"Okay, that's the exposition and shit out of the way. Now I've just gotta list
the relevant girls or something. For future reference, I suppose.
"Here at the Aizawa manor, Hayate-sama has a harem of: Isumi (wife), Hatsuho
(mother-in-law), Sakuya (cow girl), Chiharu (milkmaid/cow girl), Ayumu (maid),
and Izumi (maid). And me, Orumuzuto Nadja (goddess/spirit of the Book of
Amen...or something), although he doesn't know THAT yet.
"And on the way here, in addition, is a group containing: Miki Hanabishi, Risa
Asakaze, Yukiji Katsura, Shiori Makimura, and Hinagiku Katsura. All of whom
aspire to be Hayate-sama's concubines... for assorted personal reasons.
"Lastly, coming here from Bishoujou MILK in group two, are: Hayate-sama
(protagonist❤), Nagi (his mistress), and Maria (his coworker), plus Ruka,
Kayura, Aika, Fumi, Sharna, and Sonja. The last six are basically stalking
Hayate.
"Which is a harem of potentially twenty girls, including myself. So there's a
thing that's happening in this fic, I suppose.
"Okay. How many of you actually kept those fanservice scenarios in mind
throughout this whole thing? If you can honestly say that you did, and describe
it in your review, you might just see me or one of the other girls put into a
similar situation in a future chapter! Which hopefully won't take as long as
this one to write, hashtag practically-begging-for-reviews. Hint hint."
Nadja winked and struck one last sexy pose.
Izumi, only a couple feet away, blinked and stared at Nadja, she and most of
the others being by this point quite wide awake.
"...Who are you talking to?" she asked the goddess.
"Why, the readers, of course!" Nadja laughed. "Now sit that sweet ass of yours
down, my dear cute little airhead. No need for you to do anything but stay
still and look pretty, Izumi-chan. Your friends should be here very soon!"
Ayumu and Chiharu eyed Nadja suspiciously.
"Sheesh. Whaddya think dis is?!" Sakuya tsukkomi'd. "Some sorta hentai gag
manga? Who'd honestly enjoy readin' all dis meta crap?! Or da porn, even!"
"It's the second most favorited HnG story on fanfiction dot net, actually,"
said Nadja bluntly. "And the first most favorited hasn't been updated in almost
three years... so yeah."
"Oh my," said Hatsuho, blinking.
"Nyeh...?" Izumi mumbled.
"Well dat's... kinda really depressin', fer da fandom o' such a great series,"
Sakuya muttered.
"I know, right?" Nadja sighed. "It's hardly any wonder I feel so compelled to
continue this contrived, smutty mess of a fanfic."
Ayumu sweatdropped.
"Eh...? Are we still doing this?"
"Gawd, this is getting way too meta," Chiharu sighed.
"I concur," said Isumi.
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Hinagiku fussed anxiously with the hem of her skirt, spying the Aizawa manor
coming into view as she walked down the street. Her cheeks were dusted pink and
she was nervously fidgeting, dressed in her Hakuou school uniform and looking
as nervous as the day was long. Behind her were Risa in a skimpy miko cosplay,
Miki in a tight tank top and short shorts, and Yukiji and Shiori in absolutely
nothing at all.
"This was a terrible idea," the pinkette muttered, fretting. "Ooh, what was I
thinking?"
"That you'd be getting a piece of Hayata-kun's ass, I assume." Miki smirked at
her crush.
"A most compelling motivation," said Risa seriously, nodding.
Hinagiku blushed.
"W-Well, yes, I will admit that THAT did play a part in my decision..."
"Hehehe, yeah," Yukiji chortled, smirking and giving her bare ass a good shake.
"The ONLY part, amirite?"
"Oh, shut up," Hinagiku muttered, scowling at her oneesan's ribbing. "What do
YOU know, sis? You're only doing this for free booze!"
"And hot sex," Yukiji added, winking and striking a pose which greatly
emphasized her reasonably generous, adult tits.
Shiori giggled sweetly, smiling and wriggling her own shapely hips.
"You like Ayasaki-kun, don't you?" she observed. "I can understand why. He's a
very sweet boy."
Hinagiku tensed, her cheeks flaming up.
"Oh, of COURSE she does!" Risa drawled. "Wasn't it obvious?"
"Definitely," Miki added, tongue firmly in cheek. "I think I knew about it the
first time I saw her look at him. Her eyes said all about how she wanted to
make wild monkey love and have all of the babies with him!"
Hinagiku twitched.
"Well, well!" Yukiji jeered. "All of the babies, you say?"
"Every single one," said Risa seriously.
"Oh, MY!" Yukiji tittered, eyes twinkling
Hinagiku glared.
"Please," she muttered. "It took you guys ages to figure it out..."
"Ah? Was that supposed to be a secret, then?" said Shiori, looking puzzled.
"That you're in love with Ayasaki-kun, I mean."
Hinagiku's face turned the same color as her hair.
"N-N-No, I don't know if I would go THAT far," she mumbled. "Love is a strong
word... I mean, yeah, being with him makes me feel more alive than almost
anything else, and sure I think he's really nice and handsome and... I, y'know,
say his name and think about him when I'm muh...masturbating, but that doesn't
MEAN anything. Just because I, well, wouldn't be unhappy to marry him and have
his babies and all that, er, doesn't have to mean that I LOVE him.
"I just... really, really, really likeHayate-kun. Enough to want to spend the
rest of my life with him, even if only as a concubine."
"I think that might be the textbook definition of love," Risa whispered in an
aside.
"That, or obsessive infatuation," Miki added.
Hinagiku didn't hear them, however, turning to look at Shiori. She was frowning
thoughtfully, her face a deep red.
"Actually, now that I think about it... Why do you ask, Makimura-sensei?" she
wondered.
The blonde scientist-cum-teacher giggled.
"Oh, just because Ayasaki-kun's been walking behind us for the past five
minutes," she said, pointing to the naked, well-endowed butler in question.
Hinagiku stared for a full minute.
Blink.
"Oh," she said intelligently. "Well then."
Maria smiled.
"I thought that was a very sweet speech, for what it's worth," she said. "And
I'm sure Hayate would be happy to have you as a concubine."
Hinagiku looked ready to spontaneously combust from the force of her blush.
"...oh, just rip my clothes off and fuck me already," she sighed, abashedly
averting her gaze. "We all know that's where this is going, anyways."
"I live to serve," said Hayate wryly.
He would be glad to oblige.
End Notes
     This shit is wild ass fantasy kink with almost no basis in reality.
     Let's try and keep it that way, alright?
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