Chapter 39 - Kitchen of Gremory Manor (R-18)

When I arrived in the large kitchen of Gremory Manor, I did indeed find Makima. Apparently, she was receiving instructions from Grayfia, and they were both so focused that they didn't even hear me come in.

"Yes, you're doing well... Have you ever cooked before?" asked Grayfia, watching as Makima diligently managed to get a grip on a large frying pan.

"Yes, but never with this kind of recipe."

"Your technique is good, but now comes the hard part. When the heat rises like this and the rice starts browning, that's when you need to..."

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat to see if they would notice me.

As soon as I did, they both stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me.

"Milicas?" Makima looked slightly surprised, and her cheeks suddenly flushed.

"How long have you been there? And why didn't you say anything?" Grayfia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just arrived," I said, taking a few steps closer, curious. "What are you doing?"

Grayfia glanced at Makima for a moment. "Makima-chan asked me to teach her how to prepare her favorite dish."

The answer surprised me, and I looked at Makima, who seemed a little embarrassed to have been caught.

"Fried rice?" I asked.

"Yes." Grayfia nodded. "She wanted to surprise you for winning your first Rating Game."

"I see..."

It was only at that moment that I noticed an important detail. Makima was wearing a maid's uniform. It wasn't like the simple dress Asia had worn but a refined version, similar to Grayfia's.

'After seeing Asia dressed like that, I thought I'd grown used to this sort of thing... But seeing Makima dressed like this is even more distracting.'

For a second, I looked away and cleared my throat again. "Well... It looks like you're busy, so I'll leave you in peace."

"Wait, Master," Makima said, putting down the pan and grabbing my wrist. "Since you're here, I want you to try my dish."

Faced with this, there wasn't much I could do. I accepted the invitation and approached the counter while Makima finished the dish. She took a white plate and carefully served a generous portion of the fried rice, finishing it with some spices Grayfia had prepared on the side.

As she placed the plate in front of me, the aroma filled my nostrils.

"It smells amazing."

I took a spoon and mixed the rice a little before taking a bite. As soon as the taste spread, my mind exploded, and my heart felt embraced. It was perfect. The flavor was bold from the mix of spices and seasonings, but everything was perfectly balanced. An extreme thought crossed my mind at that moment.

'I could eat this forever.'

Each grain was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, so that every bite repeated the intense explosion of flavors from the first.

It tasted exactly like the fried rice I loved to eat.

I looked at Makima, who was watching me expectantly, waiting for a verdict.

"It's... perfect."

[Makima was very happy that you approved of her cooking.]

[You received +5 Relationship Points with Makima.]

Grayfia, who was watching out of the corner of her eye as she stood in front of the sink full of dishes, smiled out of the corner of her mouth.

Makima closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Good." She cracked a smile. "If you like, I can do it more often."

"If it's always like this, I have nothing to complain about."

After a few more spoonfuls, I was sure that this was an even tastier version than the one I was used to.

Makima looked at me closely, as if admiring the fact that I was enjoying her food so much. It was then that she glanced over and realized that Grayfia was focused on the dishes and humming to herself. She got up from her chair and knelt down in front of me, just a little lower than the worktop.

I widened my eyes and whispered:

"W-what are you doing?"

Makima smiled at me and, with careful movements so as not to make a sound, she removed my pants and underwear, revealing my semi-erect member.

"You've already fed. Now it's my turn," she said in a seductive voice as she sucked on my member.

At first, I was completely paralyzed. The sensation of Makima's warm mouth wrapped around my penis was incredibly pleasurable. Soon my erection came in full force, making me stiffen inside her.

"Mmm..." she murmured as she sucked me expertly.

My breathing became more and more labored as her tongue played with the tip of my member. The sensation of Makima's warm, wet mouth around it was incredible. She sucked slowly, her tongue tracing every vein and protrusion.

"M-Makima, what if my mother sees us?" I whispered urgently, glancing at Grayfia washing dishes a few meters away.

Makima took my swollen cock out of her mouth and whispered, "Don't worry, Master. Just enjoy it."

Grayfia continued washing the dishes on the other side of the kitchen, oblivious to what was going on. It was surreal to think that my servant was giving me oral right next to my mother.

I closed my eyes and gave myself completely to the pleasure she was giving me. Her hands gripped my ass as I eagerly thrust into her mouth. The liquid sounds mingled with the clink of dishes being washed.

After a while, Grayfia inevitably noticed Makima's absence.

"Where did Makima-chan go?" she asked casually as she washed the dishes and looked over one shoulder.

"She went to the bathroom." I answered, my voice a little shaky.

Grayfia's serious eyes fell on me and, although I was trying very hard to disguise it, she noticed my cheeks were red and her son's breathing was heavy.

"Is everything all right, Milicas? Was Asia's healing not enough to cure you of your battle wounds? Let me look..."

"That's not it. It's just... the fried rice! It's boiling, but it's very tasty! I want to enjoy every bite."

To prove my point, I took a huge spoonful into my mouth, chewing intensely while trying to concentrate on the taste.

"I see. You really like fried rice, don't you?" Grayfia laughed and shook her head before concentrating on the dishes again.

I relaxed heavily, grateful that Grayfia had noticed nothing.

But it was a struggle. Makima was pumping my penis hard, taking it all the way down her throat without hesitation. I had to grit my teeth to keep from moaning. Then I looked at Makima, who was massaging my penis with her throat while sucking vigorously. She seemed determined to make me come as soon as possible.

"I'm going to... I'm going to come, Makima...!" I whispered between clenched teeth.

I didn't last long after that. My body trembled uncontrollably as I felt my thick semen being sucked by her.

"Mmmm... delicious..." Makima whispered with my cock still in her mouth.

Makima stood up quickly and gave me a little time to cover my semi-erect member. With a mischievous smile, she calmly walked over to a second sink and started washing her hands.

"Makima-san?" Grayfia asked in surprise. "Where were you?"

"I just went to the bathroom quickly!" she replied casually. "Do you need help washing up? I want to help."

Grayfia frowned for a moment but then relaxed her shoulders. "Well, all right then..."

Meanwhile, I was trying to control my rapid breathing, still shaken by my recent orgasm. I sniffled to mask my nervousness.

"You know... Oka-san..." I said, to attract Grayfia's attention. "I think you should get some rest for today. Let Makima and me do the dishes."

She turned to me and stared at me for a few seconds before replying: "Are you sure? Aren't you tired from the battle?"

"No, we still have plenty of energy. Besides, I've only recently realized how hard you work here at home since I started living alone... I want to help as much as I can from now on."

Grayfia smiled, as if she was admiring my growth. With that, she wouldn't go against my decision and quickly agreed.

"All right. I'll leave the dishes to you for today. In the meantime, maybe I'll water the plants in the garden or ask your father to massage my shoulders. He's great at it," Grayfia said, walking toward the kitchen door.

The moment she left, Makima and I looked at each other. I went to the door, checked both sides of the long corridor, and saw no one. So I locked the double door. When I turned around, I found Makima already unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse.

I quickly approached her and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into the kitchen pantry, where both she and I could moan or speak as loudly as we wanted without being heard.

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