Chapter 355

The next morning, I woke up to a strange link sitting in my notifications. It came from an unknown number, and I did not even bother opening it. It looked like spam, and I had more pressing things to worry about anyway. Mendy still had not answered any of my messages, and none of my calls were going through either.

I pushed myself out of bed and slid the glass door to the balcony open. Cold air rushed in immediately. I stepped outside, zipped my jacket up to my chin, and lit a cigarette after brushing the snow off one of the sunbeds. The metal frame was icy under my fingers as I lowered myself onto it and leaned back, staring at the pale sky above the city.

I dialed Penelope while taking my first drag. The weather was calmer today. No wind, no snow falling, no rain. Just that sharp, quiet cold that crept into your lungs.

"Evan?" Penelope answered.

"Hey, Pen," I said. "Do you know why Mendy isn’t answering my calls?"

"She’s sick," Penelope replied. "I’m with her right now. I just brought her some chicken soup."

My shoulders relaxed a little. "Oh. Is she okay?"

"Yeah," she said. "A bit of a fever, but nothing serious."

"Damn," I muttered. "That sucks."

"She’ll be fine," Penelope said. "Do you want to talk to her?"

"No," I replied quickly. "I don’t want to bother her while she’s sick. Just tell her I said hi."

"I will."

"Alright. Thanks, Pen."

We hung up, and I took another drag from my cigarette, watching the smoke curl into the air. I had honestly thought Mendy was ignoring me after that night, but getting sick in this weather was not exactly surprising. Still, I hoped she would feel better soon.

The balcony door slid open behind me, and Nala stepped outside in her long coat. She rubbed her hands together, grimacing at the cold, then brushed snow off the sunbed next to mine before sitting down.

"Hey," she said. "I’ve got good news."

"Oh?" I glanced at her.

"I found a convention for you," she said. "It’s about some anime called TBMU. I don’t even know what it stands for. The name is ridiculously long."

I smiled faintly. "Where is it?"

"At the mall," she said. "You could take Cora and Esme. I’m sure they’d love it."

"You’re not coming?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Phoenix is eating all my time, and I really can’t afford to be seen running around in cosplay before the project launches. CEO problems."

"Tragic," I said dryly.

She smirked. "I know."

"I mostly just want to get Cora out of the house," I added. "She’s way too withdrawn lately."

"You think cosplaying would help?" Nala asked.

"Being outside would help," I replied.

She hummed. "What about Chase? Maybe Cora could talk to him."

I shook my head immediately. "Cora is not the type to see a psychologist. Trust me. That would be a hard no."

"Fair enough," she said, shivering. "I’m going back inside. It’s freezing."

"Yeah," I said as I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray. "I’m coming too."

We went back inside and closed the door behind us. I shrugged out of my jacket, hung it on the coat rack, and dropped onto the couch with a tired sigh. A moment later, Minne appeared with a glass of hot tea, both her hands wrapped carefully around it as steam rose into the air.

"Here you go," she said softly.

"Thanks," I replied, taking it from her. "It smells great."

She sat down beside me, smoothing the hem of her maid outfit nervously, her cheeks already pink.

I slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She did not resist at all. Instead, she grabbed the blanket beside her, draped it over our legs, and rested her head against my shoulder as if she had been waiting for the invitation.

"I hope you like it, Master," she said quietly.

"I’m sure I will," I replied, smiling as I leaned back.

"Wow," Tessa’s voice cut in as she walked out of the hallway. "Look at you two. Getting all hot and sweaty under that blanket."

"N-no," Minne stammered, flustered. "I just—"

"Jealous?" I asked, tightening my arm around Minne slightly.

"Oh, extremely," Tessa said with a grin as she opened the fridge. "By the way, did someone finish the cake from yesterday?"

"Yeah," Jasmine called from the master bedroom. "Unfortunately. Not me, though. Definitely. Nope. Not me. No chance."

Tessa sighed dramatically. "Dang it."

I took a sip of the tea and let the warmth spread through me, listening to the familiar chaos of the penthouse settle back into place. For the first time that morning, things felt almost normal.

I looked at Minne, curled against my side under the blanket, her small body warm and soft. She was fidgeting slightly, cheeks pink, eyes flicking up to meet mine every few seconds. I reached over, fingers gentle under her chin, tilting her face toward me. I leaned in and kissed her—slow at first, lips brushing hers, then deeper, tongue slipping in. She kissed back instantly, soft moan vibrating against my mouth, small hands sliding up my chest.

"Want me to help you down there, honey?" I asked, voice low, cock already throbbing under my pants, the blanket shifting with my growing hardness.

Minne smiled shyly, eyes sparkling. "Of course, Master."

She slipped under the blanket without hesitation, disappearing beneath the fabric. A moment later, her small hands were on my thighs, unzipping my pants slowly, carefully. She freed my cock—hard, thick, already leaking—and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently.

I exhaled hard, head falling back against the couch. "Fuck... good girl..."

Minne moaned softly around me, tongue swirling, taking me deeper inch by inch, her head bobbing under the blanket, hidden but obvious from the rhythmic movement and the wet, muffled sounds.

Jasmine stepped out of the master bedroom then, hair messy, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. She spotted me on the couch, blanket moving suspiciously, and grinned wide.

"Wow," she quipped, crossing her arms. "Blowjob under the blanket, huh? Someone’s horny."

I chuckled, voice rough. "Guilty, I know."

I reached down and pulled the blanket off Minne’s head. She didn’t stop—lips stretched around my cock, cheeks hollowed, eyes looking up at me shyly but hungrily as she sucked like she was starving for it, small tongue working the underside eagerly.

"Look at me when you suck my dick, honey," I said, voice thick.

Minne obeyed instantly, eyes locking on mine—big, innocent, but burning with need. She moaned around me, the vibration making my cock twitch in her mouth. The warmth, the wetness, the way her small tongue swirled—pure heaven.

Jasmine moved behind the couch, leaning over my shoulder. She grabbed the back of my head gently, tilting it back against the cushions, then leaned down and kissed me—deep, slow, tongue sliding in.

Minne pulled off with a wet plop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. She turned her back to me, straddled my lap reverse, aimed my slick cock at her pussy, and sank down slowly—taking me inch by inch until I was buried to the base inside her tight heat.

I groaned into Jasmine’s mouth, hands gripping Minne’s hips as she settled fully on me. "Fuck... so tight... good girl..."

Jasmine broke the kiss, her lips hovering over mine for a second before she pulled back with a wicked grin. "Look at her go," she murmured, voice husky. "Such a good little maid... bouncing on your cock like she’s starving for it. You love that tight pussy, don’t you?"

I moaned low, hips bucking up into Minne as she rode me slow and deep, her small ass slapping against my thighs. "Fuck—yes—love it... so tight... so wet..."

Jasmine slid her t-shirt up and off in one smooth motion—no bra underneath, tits bare and perfect, nipples already hard. She leaned down, pressing one breast to my face.

"Suck it," she whispered, voice dripping with heat. "Taste me while she rides you."

I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing lightly. Jasmine moaned, hand in my hair, holding me there.

Minne kept moving—up and down, slow at first, then faster, her pussy gripping me tighter with every drop. Her maid outfit was still on, skirt bunched, panties slid to the side, the fabric dark and soaked. She moaned slightly, voice muffled against my shoulder.

"Master... feels so good... your cock... filling me..."

The scene was filthy and fucking perfect—Minne riding me reverse on the couch, small body bouncing, pussy sliding up and down my shaft, Jasmine feeding me her tit while she watched with that hungry look. The blanket was long gone, everything exposed, the penthouse quiet except for wet sounds, soft moans, and the distant storm outside.

Tessa sauntered over, smirking. She sat beside me on the couch, legs spread, and quickly removed her pants and panties—pussy already glistening.

"Move those hands, magic fingers," she teased. "Come on."