A Task As Simple As That Is Akin To Plucking Low-hanging Fruit

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"So, young master Cian, do you spend most of your time in your room like this?" Maya inquired, taking a sip of her tea at the luxurious table within Cian's chamber.

Cian sighed lightly, feeling the need to clarify the situation. "It's not like I'm always cooped up in my room. I do venture around the manor occasionally. Sure, I spend a considerable amount of time here, but that doesn't make me a shut-in. There's a distinction between being reclusive and simply choosing to stay in."

Maya nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I understand. So in simple terms, the young master is a escapist shut-in, is that right?"

Cian sighed, slightly exasperated. "I already told you, I'm not a shut-in. And besides, I have my reasons for spending time in solitude. It's not without purpose."

"And what might be your reason, young master?" Maya asked, her head tilting to the side in a display of genuine curiosity.

Cian reclined in his chair, considering his response. "Well, sharing that reason with someone I just met yesterday feels a bit personal, don't you think?"

"You're right. I apologize if I seemed intrusive, young master. But I can't help it; I'm genuinely curious about you." Maya wore a mischievous smile as she rested her chin on her hands, her eyes fixed on Cian.

Cian sighed, his gaze fixed on Maya. "Doesn't the concept of 'respecting personal boundaries' exist for you?"

"It certainly does, young master. However, it appears that my overwhelming curiosity about you has momentarily suspended that concept," Maya replied, unabashed in her admission.

Cian couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement bubbling within him. Maya was truly an incredible girl—perfect, even. He couldn't believe that there could be another person so similar to him in many ways.

Simultaneously, Maya felt the same way. Cian appeared extraordinary in her eyes. As someone experiencing her first love, it was natural to be captivated. However, her feelings surpassed mere infatuation. She found herself infatuated with him, yet also experiencing a strange, indescribable thirst that puzzled her.

'...Why do I have this yearning to be bound and dominated by him?' The intensity of the desire was mysterious, something she had never encountered before.

"By the way, Maya, I heard that your mother and father worked for my father. As I haven't had the chance to meet and greet them yet, do you know what their roles were here?" Cian inquired, seeking clarification.

Maya pondered for a moment before responding, "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure myself. All I know is that they worked here as some kind of assistants or aides, I think."

Cian contemplated the situation, realizing that if Maya's parents were directly under his father's control, they could pose a potential problem in his quest to bring his father down. They might hinder his efforts to dismantle his father's reign. Although the Heartwood family was known for their formidable skills as guards, that wasn't the main concern. If Maya's parents were loyal to his father, it meant they could become his enemies as well. Furthermore, there was a possibility that Maya would align with them rather than him.

'...I don't want to make an enemy out of Maya. She's a genius, and she might outsmart me or even defeat me. There seems to be no limit to her potential; she possesses an unimaginable reservoir of talent. I want her as an ally, as someone I can manipulate, but if her parents are on his side...this could lead to a disastrous outcome.'

He met Maya's gaze, his eyes locked with hers. "To be completely honest, the reason I asked you to be here is because I despise my father," he confessed.

Maya's expression shifted to one of surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You see, I wasn't born out of love. My father created me to be his pawn, a tool he could control throughout my entire life. And when he realized that I possessed remarkable abilities, he labeled me as his masterpiece."

He was the culmination of his father's life's work, the ultimate creation meant to help him gain control over the world.

"...That's why I want to destroy that masterpiece. I want to destroy myself. And you will assist me in doing that, Maya."

"Help you? How?"

Cian rose from his chair, and reached out to grasp Maya's chin, drawing her face closer to his own.

"Huh? What-What's happening?"

"Relax. Just close your eyes..."

Maya felt a wave of confusion wash over her, but she complied nonetheless, closing her eyes. She couldn't bear to continue looking into Cian's piercing blue eyes; it felt as if they held some sort of power that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Now, just open your mouth slightly so I can access it with my tongue."

"Huh? Tongue? Why?"

"Just trust me and do as I say."

Maya's mind raced with questions, but she reluctantly followed his instructions, opening her mouth slightly as he had requested.

Without hesitation, Cian pressed his lips against Maya's, catching her off guard. Instinctively, her eyes flew open, wide with surprise.

"Mfff?!"

Within seconds, she sensed something soft invading her mouth—his tongue. It explored every inch, and Maya couldn't deny the sensation it stirred within her. Confusion swirled in her mind as she tried to resist, her fists pounding weakly against his chest, but the relentless movement of his tongue weakened her resolve.

"Mmff...? Mff... Mhfff...?"

Maya's confusion swirled within her, but after a few seconds, she found herself surrendering to the experience. If this was what he desired, why should she resist? Deep down, a part of her craved it as well, though she couldn't quite understand why.

As their tongues entwined, she allowed him to take control. Her hands, which had once fiercely tried to halt his advances, now fell limp, symbolizing her surrender. It was in that precise moment that the door swung open.

"..."

Cian's gaze shifted towards the intruder, and his eyes met Vera's shocked expression. In an instant, her surprise transformed into a pained expression—one that Vera rarely exhibited.

"E-Excuse me," she stammered before hastily bowing and retreating from the room.

Cian stood there, watching Vera walk away, his gaze lingering on her retreating figure. He made no move to follow her, not even pausing the passionate kiss he shared with Maya. Deep down, he knew this was the right decision, though it pained him to admit it.

'I'm sorry, Vera,' Cian whispered to himself. 'But this is for the best.'

Vera was his sister by blood, and as much as he loved her, he could never find sexual attraction towards her. No matter how many times he touched her or kissed her, his body remained unresponsive, his desires dormant. Their bond was one of pure, platonic love—a love that transcended physical desires, like a pristine, white canvas untouched by impurity.

But now, Cian had a different path to tread. He yearned to destroy his father's greatest creation, to dismantle the very core of his being. In order to accomplish that, he needed to delve into the depths of his own desires, to surrender himself to the most primal of urges—the overwhelming force of sexual desire.

Vera, as his sister, could not ignite that fire within him. And so, he turned his attention to Maya.

In her, he saw an opportunity to explore the darkness within him, to surrender to his own cravings. 'It is said that desire is the greatest enemy of intelligence,' Cian mused silently. 'I wonder how far I will fall if I embrace this insatiable beast within me. There's only one way to find out.'

With a determined glint in his eyes, Cian pulled Maya closer, his grip firm but possessive. His thoughts gave way to raw instinct as he ravished her mouth, his tongue entwined with hers in a fierce, desperate dance. His hands, fueled by a newfound hunger, roamed her underdeveloped breasts, exploring the contours of her body with a mix of curiosity and desire.

"Nffuu~... Nffffmmm~...Mfuaaannn~!"

Unbeknownst to Maya, the arrival of Vera went completely unnoticed amidst the intensity of the moment.

Her mind was consumed by the sensations coursing through her body. Cian's tongue swirled inside her mouth, igniting a fiery heat that sent shivers down her spine. His hands, firm and possessive, grasped at her chest, sending waves of pleasure through her being. It was an overwhelming experience, both exhilarating and suffocating, yet undeniably intoxicating.

"Ah...!" Maya gasped between the fervent kisses. 'Wh-What is this? It feels so... so good~♡!'

Lost in the whirlwind of passion, Maya surrendered herself completely to the moment, her inhibitions melting away.

'Oh, Goddess! What is happening to me? Every touch, every kiss... I feel like I'm going to dissolve into pure ecstasy~!'

Meanwhile, as the passionate exchange continued, Cian himself began to sense a stirring in his crotch—an unfamiliar sensation that demanded his attention.

"Hmm?" Cian's thoughts momentarily shifted from Maya's lips to his own physical reaction. 'So, this is an erection, huh? It certainly feels peculiar to have this...thing...standing tall without any bones to support it.'

As the realization of his arousal settled within him, Cian reluctantly released Maya's lips and tongue from his passionate embrace. They both gasped for air, their chests heaving with ragged breaths.

"Fuaaaah! Haa... Haaa... Haa..."

As their mouths separated, a thin thread of saliva connected them momentarily, a tangible symbol of the passion they had just shared. Maya, her eyes glazed with intoxication, gazed back at Cian, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she struggled to catch her breath. Cian, too, looked at her with a similar gaze, his own breathing labored and rough.

After taking a moment to compose himself, Cian spoke, his voice laced with a mix of desire and determination. "...Maya, I want you to be the one to corrupt me, to lead me astray. You possess the power to destroy me, and through that destruction, I will achieve my first victory against my father. But I won't force you into this. If you're not comfortable or if you want to forget this ever happened, I understand."

"...Do you really think it's fair to ask me to forget what happened?" she questioned, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "You forced yourself on me, invading my personal space, violating my consent by placing your tongue in my mouth. It's not something I can simply brush off. And what makes it even more significant is that this was my first real kiss. Not even my parents have kissed me on the lips before. They always stick to a kiss on the cheek. So there's no way I could pretend that this didn't happen, young master."

The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air. She couldn't simply erase the memory and move on. It had left an indelible mark on her. But instead of recoiling in fear or anger, she surprised him with a resolute determination.

"That's why, young master, I have made a decision. I will help you. I will embrace the darkness within you, knowing full well that it may consume us both. However, I have one condition."

"Condition? What is it?"

A steely resolve filled her eyes as she spoke, her voice unwavering. "I want you to destroy me as well. I want you to corrupt me, just like you did to me moments ago. I offer myself to you completely, allowing you to do whatever you wish with my body. In return, I want to witness how your corrupted version of yourself would manifest. Will you fall into the depths of darkness, or will you rise above it all? I want a front-row seat to that transformation. But regardless of the outcome, I will never leave your side. If you fall, I fall with you. If you rise, I rise with you. I want to become your unwavering companion, your personal maid. That is my condition. With this arrangement, not only can you explore your desires with me, but I can also bear witness to your growth. So please, allow me to serve you."

Cian lips curled into a sly smile, a gesture that held a touch of mischievousness yet carried a strange charm in Maya's eyes.

"If that's your decision, then let us seal our pact right now. Kneel before me and free my penis from its confines. If you bestow upon it a kiss, I shall accept you as my personal maid. Are you prepared to fulfill this task, Maya?"

A confident grin adorned Maya's face as she replied, "Of course, young master. A task as simple as that is akin to plucking low-hanging fruit."

Without hesitation, she gracefully knelt before him, releasing his manhood from its concealed state. With utmost delicacy, she brought her lips to the head of his member and planted a soft kiss upon it.

In that moment, a contract was forged, binding them as master and servant in a realm beyond the ordinary.