Hotel Chaldea Ep. MHXA

Every time you met the Master of Chaldea, you found yourself feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. In many ways, you mused, there was something about her that enticed you. Something about the fact that she was one of the very few women who were almost totally out of your reach within Chaldea.

And yet, so reachable. Unlike the others, who were almost supernaturally beautiful, she stood apart from all the others, carrying a distinctly human, almost... common, beauty. Paradoxically, she was the one you felt was most within your league, despite knowing intellectually, she was just as unreachable a goal as any other.

On the other hand... that woman was hard to read at the best of times. Sometimes she would rock your world with a single touch, a passing caress - a hand on your shoulder, a hug, a whisper next to your ear while you put together clues for the whereabouts of a target.

Sometimes it felt like she responded to your desire with her own, that her games and teasing had something else behind it.

But most important of all, you found yourself overcome with anticipation. Your task had been completed, the runaway senator from a leading world power had been found in his tropical retreat, after you'd chased him halfway around the world, tracking his every movement.

And that meant...

"Indeed, you have earned yourself another reward," the master said, her unpainted lips moist as she ran her tongue around them, and you gulped, as she passed you the same familiar pad. 

This was it... another set of scrolling through the possible options. You'd had the lovey dovey newlywed wife, you'd had the sporty and doting big sis... A glance at the master gave you odd feelings. She was a young woman, that much was for certain. You didn't know her exact age, only had heard mutterings that she was running out of excuses to refuse drinks.

Still, the youthful cast to her features, the tight, well proportioned and developed body, that hadn't quite gone all the way, hadn't quite finished blossoming into a fully mature female of the species... You had to guess she was likely entering her twenties, twenty one at absolute most.

And a passing thought took you down a rabbithole, as you leafed through the virtual pages of the catalog, eventually your eyes drifting to a specific 'servant' to choose for the night. A very... particular course, this one offered. One that you found surprisingly enticing, as your mind wandered.

"This one," you said, nodding. "I want this one tonight."

She smirked down at you, crossing her legs and giving you a good look at her as she did. "That so?" she asked, chuckling. She reached behind herself, opening a desk drawer and pulling out what appeared to be... a plastic bag containing some sort of Japanese candy, and a bottle of... syrup?

She then handed it to you, while taking the pad back.

You blinked. "What is this?" you asked, looking at the bottle of sugary liquid and the three individually packed sweet snacks.

"Consider it a gift, for your high performance and great service," she said. "This will help you with the course you've chosen," she said. Then she clapped her hands, twice, and a young girl in a maid dress and honest to goodness roller skates burst into the room at high speed.

"You called, master~!" the girl said, as she stopped on a dime, not even making the typical sound as she did.

She was... quite young looking. You didn't remember seeing her on the catalog, but that made sense. A girl this young, you mused... still, the fact that she appeared to be a housekeeper on wheels was quite interesting. 

"This man, take him to the Shinjuku reproduction," the master ordered. "And while you're there, Leo, can you bring me an iced tea from a vending machine? I haven't had any in years!"

The girl named Leo saluted. "At once, master!" she said, turning to you. "You must be the newest employee! Pleasure to meet you, I am Leonardo da Vinci! But you can call me Leo if you like, I know my name can be a bit of a mouthful for non native speakers~!"

You nodded. "Nice to meet you, miss Leonardo," you said. Part of you thought that... was definitely a boy's name. Well, it didn't matter. "Please, lead the way."

"Right!" she said. "This way!"

You followed her, having to keep up a slightly faster pace than your usual to keep up with the energetic girl, as she chattered away about a great deal many things, mostly related to science which went a bit over your head. It was clear she was no regular, normal girl - especially once she showed off the rocket skates she had apparently invented.

Or the fact that her backpack could transform into giant grabby hands.

Or that she could pull out a rotor from it and use it to fly. 

Honestly, by the time you reached your destination, you were starting to wonder, once again, what sort of place Hotel Chaldea was.

In the end, however... you said goodbye to her, watching her act maidlike for the first time since you'd seen her with a bid for you to enjoy yourself and a bow, and then watched her leave at blazing fast speeds. You wondered if she'd remember to get the can of tea for the master.

Well... that didn't matter. The door acknowledged you, said something about initiating a simulation, and then you were in.

And the room was the sort you were familiar with only through a screen. Soft, warm colors, cozy looking, yet it had a feel to it...

A feel of naughtiness. It just had that sort of aura, you mused. It was a hotel room, dominated by a single, large bed. Decorated somewhat sparsely, a dresser on one side, a large tv hanging from the wall opposite the bed, warm and soft pinks and reds and softer colors on all the fabrics, while the walls were a slightly off white, turned almost orange-ish golden by the lights.

You looked up, and looked down at yourself from the ceiling, mirrored as it was.

Yep, all in order. You decided, then, to wait seated on the soft and fluffy bed.

Your attention was drawn to a screen door that lead to the en-suite bathroom, which was slid open.

She was beautiful. Pale, but not unhealthily so, with golden yellow eyes that gazed upon yours with some curiosity and interest, but primarily disdain. She wore a navy blue sailor themed uniform, carefully scrubbed of any identifying markings that could tie it to any 'real' school's uniform, decorated with a red ribbon. She had a red scarf resting on her neck and shoulders, which she had clearly just pulled off of her neck, and rounded frame glasses that made her eyes look slightly bigger.

Parts of her hair were wet, and her face looked recently washed. Even her glasses looked a little bit foggied up. Likely, she'd been putting the finishing touches on her appearance before you'd arrived.

"You must be the customer," the girl said, voice sounding a bit bored and uncaring.

You looked down, and licked your lips. Her legs were covered in opaque stockings, which were strapped to what you presumed was a garter belt. You wondered, then, what sort of sexy lingerie she wore under that uniform.

"Let's get this over with," she said, as she pulled out her smartphone, a model you don't remember seeing out in the open market, which had the organization's logo on its back, as she sat beside you. Her eyes were glued to some sort of mobile game, and while her left hand concentrated on that, her right reached for your crotch.

You smiled to yourself as she began to caress your parts through your pants, massaging you softly. Your own hands reached for her body, the thin cover of the fake uniform hardly stopping you from feeling her wonderfully soft, petite and slim body. You didn't have to think too much why she was chosen for this sort of play.

She had all the attributes, physically speaking.

That said...

"Stop, Mr. Customer," she said. "This just for you to get off," she said, as her hand pulled down your zipper. You helped her by unbuttoning the front of your pants, and giving her more room to be able to pull your dick out. "So let me jerk you off so we can be done with it sooner."

You frowned. The others you'd been with had been quite enthusiastic. Well, you guessed they had been. Mostly they seemed to be really into the play, Medea even sometimes greeted you passing through a hall and greeted you warmly, and even gave you a gift in the form of a hand crafted charm, which she'd said would lead to good luck.

You were still wearing it, in fact, and the thought of what Medea had given you led your mind to the thought of what the Master had given you.

The plastic bag, with the same familiar logo of Chaldea, was on the floor on the side of the bed that would hide it from her sight. Pure coincidence, but... as she seemed to begin uninterestedly jacking you off, her hand slowly pumping back and forth in an unsatisfying manner along your hardening length, you thought that maybe this is what she meant to use it on.

By coincidence, the bottle slipped from your hand, and you grabbed instead one of the bagged treats. It looked not unlike a miniature cake, and it said the filling was chestnut paste.

You brought it to your face and examined it - it did look absolutely delicious, but-

The jiiiiii'ing sound of an intense stare boring through both glass and your very flesh and directly into your soul startled you for a moment, as you felt a sudden and unexpected pressure on your cock. It tingled, then, and your breath caught in your throat.

"Gimme." 

It wasn't a request, but it was too desperate and pleading for you to take it as an order. 

Her stare continued, eyes glinting with promise as you smirked. Then you began waving the treat back and forth, and she tracked it with her eyes. "You want this?" you asked.

"I want it," she confirmed. "It's my favorite... Gimme!"

You grinned. "Okay you can have it."

She nodded, and reached with her hand.

"IF!" you said, raising your other hand to forestall her attempt to grab it, "you give me a proper handjob, and put down your phone!"

She looked at you, looked at the treat, then looked at her phone. She hit a button somewhere, the screen went dark, and she shifted her position just a little closer, so she had better access to your dick.

Without further ado, she began properly caressing you now, applying proper pressure and even bringing her second hand down, increasing the stimulation of her soft, pale digits all over your junior to get you to full mast quicker.

"That's good, you're doing great," you groaned, as she serviced you. "That's it, just like that, keep going... You're gonna earn your prize..."

She wrapped her small, soft hands around your shaft, the pale skin contrasting with the much darker skin of your shaft, and much more so with the angry looking purplish red glans that poked from the top, now that you'd reached proper erection.

Her hands stroked you then, applying exactly the right amount of pressure in all the right areas, her fingernails sometimes softly trailing your tumescent flesh, almost causing you to feel goosebumps as she applied herself, her face screwed up in concentration and focus. 

Even better than the handjob itself was the fact that she was so focused and concentrated on your cock, and the handjob was a fantastic feeling as it was. Her hands were experienced, and she wasn't missing a beat, a stroke or a spot, sometimes even going lower to cup and tease your testicles, dangling as they were, as your cock throbbed and shook in her hand.

Her speed increased, then, and she looked you in the eye. Desire was clear then, but you couldn't help but almost laugh as you realized that her intense focus was leaving her honest and open for you to read like a book. She so desperately wanted that tart... 

Such intense desire, was a sort of lust of its own, a gluttonous greed that sang to you in a twisted way. Her desire became your own, and you decided that you weren't even gonna bother holding yourself back, as you let your body feel all the pleasure that this slutty little pretend JK was giving you, all in her desperate and degenerate lust for a sweet treat.

"Here it comes!" you shouted, "I'm gonna cum!"

She seemed to react quickly and efficiently - one of her hands reaching forward and cupping in front of your penis, even as her other hand continued stroking as fast as it could, the pleasure suddenly spiking as she went all out in an instant- and there it was, your orgasm coursing through your body and relaxing every part of you even as your hips bucked and you tried to hum her hand.

Your cum launched in thick white ropes, each of them deftly caught by the girl as she continued stroking you through your orgasm, each of her pumps dragging another rope of cum out of you.

You were breathing heavily, when she was pumping the last few drops out, catching them with her hand as she did.

She looked down at the cum in her hand, then used her other hand to reach for the nightstand next to her side of the bed. She opened the drawer and pulled out a box of tissues, taking one and cleaning your cum off with it. She used a second to get the remainder, and tossed both on a trash bin that sat just out of sight next to the nightstand.

She then turned to you. "Gimme," she said, repeating her earlier request.

Deciding she had earned it, with a fantastic handjob, you gave her the tart, which she opened and devoured in an instant. Her face flushed and she had an honest, blissful smile that tugged at your heartstrings. Someone being that cute should be impossible, especially after she had given you such a professional handjob that even a whore would feel inadequate.

"So goooood~!" she muttered, as she devoured the treat quickly and efficiently,  not even a single crumb making its way out of her mouth or hand - not even a stain remained, anywhere, by the time she was done with the little tart. "D-Do you have more?" she asked, turning to you.

"I might," you said. You had three, you mused. One she'd eaten, two remained, alongside the bottle of syrup.

"I'll- I'll do that again," she said. "I'll help you cum again-"

"How about a pantyjob?" you asked, idly. "If you give me a pantyjob, I'll give you a second sweet," you said.

She seemed to think for a few seconds, but then nodded, standing up and shaking, as if she had to psych herself up. She then reached under her skirt, fingers hooking under the waistband of her panties, all mostly covered by the navy blue fabric of her skirt, and then you saw her pull off a rather interesting looking pair.

Indeed, it was a lacy and quite racy piece of lingerie, a sidetie pair in black, the front decorated with a golden X just off center. Part of it was sheer and you guessed the only opaque part would be the bit that directly covered her bits.

What an erotic pair of panties, you mused, as she fully pulled them off, showing them to you as she did. "This is fine right?" she asked, as she used both hands to properly expand the panties.

Absent mindedly, you noted there was a slightly darker, damp looking spot near where you suspected her pussy lips came into contact with the fabric.

You nodded. She then used her cupped panties to cover your penis, and you were quite happy to note that she even did it properly, so that your penis' tip kissed the warm, slightly wet spot that her pussy rested on. 

You were quite happy to see she would do her utmost to earn her sweets, and she carefully wrapped her panties around your shaft, before beginning to give you a second handjob, just as amazing as the first, at the same time as she caressed you with her panties. 

Your cock throbbed, in lustful desire, and you were already sensitive from the previous acts, your lust not quenched in the least, instead stoked even further. It didn't take long for the incredible feeling of her panties, still warm and feeling of her cunt, to bring you back to the peak. This time, she used both hands on your penis, one stroking, the other rubbing your glans, servicing you as much as she could with her underwear.

"Ugh, this is insane," you groaned. "You're incredible!" 

She really was. It truly was an amazingly high quality JK prostitute play, and you began humping her hands once again. She smiled in satisfaction, and her stroking redoubled, quickly bringing you past your limits.

Your cum once again flowed strongly and powerfully, this time caught in its entirety by the panties, but quickly overflowing their capacity, soaking through them and into her hands. Still, she didn't stop, once again wringing you dry, taking every last drop into her panties. She then used the cum soaked fabric to gather up the rest, including what overflowed and dripped down your shaft.

Once done, she looked at her soaked panties, and you grinned.

It was a bit of a random thought, but... "Wanna try wearing them?" you asked. 

She looked disgusted for a moment, but sighed, before straightening them properly and- doing exactly as you suggested, first putting her feet through the holes, and then pulling them up. They even made an almost, but not quite, loud and nasty, wet and squishy, sound as she adjusted them into their proper position.

"It feels soaked and weird," she muttered. "Pervert."

You grinned. You hadn't thought she'd do it, but... she had certainly earned her prize!"

You dangled the tart before her, and she took it, quickly opening the package and devouring it, once again not even a single crumb remained when she discarded the wrapper.

It was then that you noticed that the last tart had no filling. You frowned. That left the bottle, but how to use it?

"Gimme more," she said, looking at you intensely.

You frowned. "Will you blow me?" you asked.

She frowned. "I don't like the taste of dick, it's either salty and bitter or tastes of soap," she said, frowning. 

A light bulb went off in your head, and you resolved that the next time you met her, you'd beg the master to let you kiss her feet. That sort of support was phenomenal.

"What if I told you," you said, grabbing the bottle of sugary syrup, "that I can make it taste sweet and delicious?"

She blinked, looking enticed once more. You uncapped the bottle, and let the thick, dark liquid drip from its tip all the way down to your shaft. It was viscous and slimy, and felt oddly cold.

She licked her lips, and then dropped to her knees before you, eyes wide behind her glasses as she looked at  the gooey, dripping sugary goodness that coated your shaft, as you gave yourself a few strokes to spread it properly and fully. You then offered her your hand, which she licked at, much like a puppy or kitty when presented with warm milk.

You grinned as she cleaned your hand, leaving only a few spots that you wiped on a napkin from the same box she'd used before.

She gasped as she looked at your glistening shaft, covered in syrup.

She took a long hard look... and then her tongue darted out, the pink little muscle dabbing at your coated penis. She moaned as she tasted it. "So... so good... the saltiness and sweetness... compliment each other so well," she muttered.

She proceeded to give you probably the most awkwardly pleasurable blowjob you'd ever had in your life. She was inexperienced, clearly not enjoying the act of sucking dick in the least, but the taste captivated her intensely, and you couldn't help but feel the intense pleasure that came from someone desperately trying to clean your dick with their tongue.

She wasted neither time nor movement, rapidly darting all over your shaft, sucking and kissing and licking as she did. She was unskilled and somewhat uncoordinated, a startling contrast with the expert handjobs, but it seemed she was gaining confidence and control as she went.

Soon enough, she had even darted down, to lick at your balls. "It's saltier..." she muttered, as she took your testicles in her mouth, sucking them strongly to clean them from the syrupy flavor. She teased them with her tongue, ensuring that not even a drop remained.

You decided to be nice, and dripped more syrup down onto your cock. She moaned as she saw it drop, and then without warning, as soon as you closed the lid, opened her mouth and took the upper half of your cock, where most of the thick syrup remained, right into her mouth, sucking you off strongly and insistently.

She didn't quite know how to do it right or properly, but her enthusiasm more than made up for it, and her hand going down to stroke your shaft, slick and sticky with precum and syrup was an assault you almost couldn't withstand, only helped by the fact that you'd cum twice before.

Still, your balls churned and begged for release, as they gathered and generated more and more cum. However - you remembered the empty tart, and while she concentrated on getting some cream to go with her syrup, you quickly grabbed at the treat that lacked filling with an idea.

"Back off a little," you said, "I'm gonna cum if you continue!"

It seemed she didn't quite like the idea of you cumming in her mouth, because she did indeed pull herself off.

It was then that you took the opportunity, your dick still throbbing, to put the tart in place and move yourself so you could hover over it. You then gave yourself the final push, stroking your cock while aiming it into place.

The tart was a miniature version of the full thing, and where it would normally have paste it had empty space, the golden crust looking a bit silly by itself - just about enough empty space for you to fill it up with a rich and creamy filling of baby batter, as your balls finally unloaded their contents for the third time, your orgasm stronger than the ones before on account of her unskilled, yet enthusiastic blowjob and you holding yourself back.

You came enough, in fact, that you almost overfilled the target, but in the end, your slightly runny, third-orgasm semen was just about viscous enough to sit there and almost look like it belonged. Almost as if someone had blind baked a crust for you to fill up now.

"Ew, that's disgusting," she said, glaring at the tart. 

"If you eat it," you said, "I'll let you have the rest of the bottle!" you promised, waving the more than half full bottle of syrup.

She seemed to debate with herself, for a few long seconds, but in the end... her gluttony and greed won out, and she reached for the white tart. She seemed to take a deep breath, as if to prepare herself for something awful, and then took the sweet treat into her mouth, suddenly, in one bite.

Her eyes widened as she chewed, savoured and tasted the food in her mouth, her cheeks puffing up as she did. She brought her hands to her face, almost as if to touch herself in shock, as she continued chewing. Finally, she swallowed, opening her mouth to show you not a bit remained, of either cum, or the crust she had eaten.

You grinned.

Her face was flushed, as she looked at you.

You poured the syrup on your cock again, and she approached you, taking you into her mouth once more, and you basked in her inexpert blowjob, relaxing as she serviced you.

By the end of the night, your bottle of syrup had long since run out, and she merely continued sucking you off, having picked up a taste for your rich and creamy cum. Neither of you said anything, but she didn't seem to mind when you affectionately patted her head as she went about getting another treat.

Each and every girl in this place was a treasure, you mused. The question was, where else could you go from here?