The World Is Mine For The Taking

Charlotte's POV

'This is the worst,' I seethed inwardly as Leon's unwelcome touch invaded my most intimate space. It was a nauseating blend of embarrassment and disgust, like a foul taste lingering in my mouth. Never before had I felt such visceral revulsion towards anyone. Not even Father, who callously sold me into this predicament, elicited such a vehement response.

Yes, I felt betrayed by him, but the raw disgust I felt towards Leon was unparalleled.

I knew Leon, albeit not as intimately as those in my inner circle. His name carried infamy, yet I had always perceived him as somewhat good-natured. After all, he had once rescued me from a kidnapping attempt. But as his hands violated me now, any semblance of decency dissolved, revealing him for the scum he truly was.

My hands gripped the edges of the fabric of the maid skirt I was wearing as he touched me, my teeth sinking into my lip.

I refused to make a sound. Not from this.

But despite my resolve, my knees began to weaken. What was happening to me? I couldn't quite comprehend it, but it felt like something was overwhelming me.

My breath grew ragged, and my cheeks flushed with heat. I felt my legs tremble beneath me, and an inexplicable urge to let out a sound clawed at my throat. Even my hands shook uncontrollably.

"Hmm? Looks like you're holding up pretty well," Leon remarked. "That's good. It wouldn't be as fun if you crumbled too easily."

He started rubbing me more thoroughly, each movement of his fingers sending jolts of sensation through me. I closed my eyes and bit down harder on my lip. The intensity of his touch was overwhelming. How much experience did he have to possess such skilled hands that could elicit these feelings, even in violation?

No. No. This wasn't supposed to feel good. This was torture. Don't give in. Don't give in...!

Leon suddenly stopped moving his fingers and lifted his hand to show me. His fingers glistened with a clear liquid that I recognized all too well. I wasn't a stranger to masturbation; I knew this was the liquid that made my thing moist.

"What's this, Charlotte? You're getting wet," he observed, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I could feel how wet I was—it was undeniable.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" he prodded.

"T-There's no way I would enjoy this!" I protested.

"Then what's the meaning of this?" he taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "Your body is more honest than your words, you know?"

"That's just..."

"Are you looking forward to this?" he inquired further.

"N-No. T-There's no way. Hyaaan!"

He slipped his hand back and started rubbing again, but this time, instead of teasing me through the fabric of my panties, he went directly inside my underwear. His fingers brushed against my bare skin, sending shockwaves through my body.

"N-No, d-don't touch it directly," I stammered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal.

Despite my protest, he continued, his fingers exploring with maddening expertise. No. Resist this. This was supposed to be disgusting. It was supposed to be disgusting. And yet...

"Ngghhh, ahhhnnn~!" The moan tore from my throat, unbidden and humiliatingly honest.

"Now, that's a nice sound," he said.

I clenched my fists, trying to fight the sensations overwhelming me, but his relentless teasing was breaking down my resolve. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my legs trembling as he continued to violate me with his touch.

He reached one hand to my breast, his touch both degrading and disgusting, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. His fingers teased and squeezed, igniting a fire I desperately wanted to extinguish. Then, he pulled his other hand from my panties, the sensation of his withdrawal leaving a shameful emptiness.

He grabbed my other breast, and with both hands, he seized the cloth of my maid uniform and tore it apart violently.

"Uuuh?!"

The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the room as my chest was exposed. He lifted my bra, and his hands began to fondle my bare breasts, kneading and squeezing with a mixture of roughness and expertise. I gritted my teeth, fighting against the unwanted pleasure his hands were forcing upon me.

"Keep your hands up, holding your skirt just like that," he commanded, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Now, take a look at your reflection in the mirror. Isn't it an erotic figure? You said earlier that you don't enjoy this, but look at yourself. Your face tells a different story."

"Th-There's no way I..."

I could barely form the words. There was no way I could enjoy this. I was supposed to save this moment for the professor, for my love. I wanted to believe that I was still pure, still untainted for him. However...

"There's no way..."

But my reflection betrayed me. My flushed cheeks, the way my body trembled with each touch—it all said otherwise. My eyes, half-lidded with a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure, stared back at me. My lips, parted and quivering, whispered the truth I didn't want to accept. His hands on my breasts, squeezing and kneading, sent jolts of twisted delight through me.

My nipples, hard and sensitive, only made it worse.

"Uuuuh!"

I could feel my arousal dripping, a damning wetness that marked his fingers. The heat between my legs was undeniable, and every touch from him made it worse. My reflection showed a woman who was being driven mad with a mix of disgust and forbidden desire. It was as if I was watching someone else—a woman who was cumming from the sheer humiliation and the expert manipulation of her body.

"You can't hide it," he taunted, his breath hot against my ear. "Your body is more honest than your words. Look at how you're cumming for me."

"N-No," I whimpered, but even I could hear the unconvincing waver in my voice.

"Your breasts are so bouncy and soft," he murmured, his tone laced with a hint of pleasure. "Maya always says she feels really happy when I do this to her breasts. You must be enjoying this sensation too, right?" His words danced in the air, a taunting melody that stirred a forbidden desire within me. "Oh my?

It's really wet down here now," he remarked casually, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along my sensitive flesh. I squirmed beneath his touch, unable to suppress a soft moan that escaped my lips.

"Uuuhhh!"

"You're maintaining your position even in these circumstances. As expected of a duke's daughter," he observed, his voice dripping with amusement. His fingers trailed lower, exploring the depths of my desire with a sinful curiosity. "Now then, how about we move on to the main course?" he suggested, his voice low and husky with anticipation. With that, he pressed something hard against me.

"Ehh... Hhhhnnn..."

I attempted to resist, to do something, but my legs betrayed me, rendering me incapable of escape. Right now, I was at Leon's mercy.

"You can't escape from this, Charlotte. So why don't you just accept it?"

"T-There's no way I'll accept it..."

"You just have to endure it, for at least six times," he declared, his tone dripping with malice. "After that, you're free to do whatever you want. I'm not asking you to be my sex slave forever. Once you've paid your debt, you'll be free to go. I mean, that's the condition, right?

If you can't agree to it, then it's either you'll be mine forever, or you'll have to work as a real prostitute to pay off all the money your father owes. There are three choices, and I'm giving you the easy one. If you choose it, then say 'Please, put it in, Master.'"

There was no way I could utter those words. There was no way I could surrender to this twisted demand.

But weirdly enough, my throat trembled, and the words were just at the tip of my tongue. The only thing stopping me from saying them was my sense of right and wrong. I mean, this wasn't right. This wasn't how I imagined my first time would be. But... But...

But despite my inner protest, the words spilled out, a desperate plea escaping my lips, "P-Please... put it in, Master..."

I couldn't fathom why those words emerged. Was it a rationalization, convincing myself that enduring him six times would somehow bring an end to this torment? Or was it a subconscious desire, longing for his penetration? I hastily brushed off the latter notion, clinging to the belief that it was simply a means to an end.

Still, this meant I would be losing my virginity to him. The virginity that I had saved for the professor. It was about to be taken from me. I bit my lip, feeling a surge of anxiety and regret wash over me. There was no turning back now.

"Good choice," Leon's voice echoed in the room, his tone filled with sinister satisfaction. Then, I felt his fingers deftly shifting the fabric of my underwear aside, exposing my thing to the cool air. The tip of his thing pressed against my lips. "I'll be taking your virginity now."

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding in my chest as I braced myself for what was to come. With a mixture of fear and anticipation, I closed my eyes tightly. And then, I felt it.

"Nhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

A searing pain ripped through me as something inside me tore apart, marking the end of my innocence.