Combat Maid Harem Chapter 119
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"No! Also, only Big Sister can call me Fefe!"
Feli covered her ears with her hand and hid behind Aleshia angrily.
"You can touch my horns too."
Aezel smiled at her.
"R-Really?"
Hearing Aezel's words, Feli's attitude changed in a 180° turn. She was also curious about what a Demon's horn would feel like.
"Yes. How about we touch each other at the same time?"
Aezel crouched down to Feli's eye level.
"Sure!"
Feli nodded her head excitedly. They then touched each other. Feli's hand slid down Aezel's straight horn while Aezel's hand rubbed Feli's soft ears.
"Ahh!"
Aezel couldn't help but moan.
"H-Hey! Why are you moaning!?"
Aleshia reprimanded Aezel angrily. She was being a bad influence to a child.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm just t-too sensitive at that place."
Aezel replied with her face red in embarrassment. As for Feli, she looked at Aezel weirdly.
"..."
Aleshia was speechless at the scene.
"A-Anyways, you have such a soft ear. What's your name?"
Aezel stuttered and changed the topic. She actually didn't know Feli's name yet.
"Feli Lana. Ms. Demon, call me Feli."
Feli replied. Her enthusiasm from before was already gone. She was slowly inching away from Aezel.
"Alright, Feli. Thank you for letting me touch your ears."
Aezel thanked Feli with a smile on her face.
"Y-Yes."
Feli nodded her head. She then escaped from Aezel's clutches and hid behind Aleshia.
"Big Sister, the demon is weird…"
Feli whispered to Aleshia with worry on her face.
"I...I…"
Aezel didn't know what to say hearing Feli's words. She stood up and acted like she didn't hear her.
"Yeah…"
Aleshia nodded her head with twitching cheeks. She couldn't refute Feli's words at all!
"Sister Aleshia! Food is here!"
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Elena entered the room and shouted. There were several waiters carrying trays of food behind her.
"Let's go eat."
Aleshia grabbed Feli and pulled her towards Elena.
"Master, the food is here."
Aezel nudged Lawrend on her way and woke him up from his magic practice.
"Hm? Okay."
Lawrend opened his eyes a little confused. He then removed his grogginess with a shake of his head and nodded at her.
"Master, the little catgirl rejected being your maid."
Aezel reported to him.
"What do you mean?"
Lawrend furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Fufufu. Didn't you save her so she can become your maid?"
Aezel looked at Lawrend meaningfully.
"Huh? What do you think of me? A pedophile? I saved her because I happened to be there. That's all."
Lawrend looked at Aezel like he was looking at an idiot. She misunderstood him so much.
"A-Ah! I'm sorry, Master!"
Aezel panicked hearing Lawrend's words. She quickly bowed towards him in apology. She got too ahead of herself and thought that she knew everything.
"Whatever. Let's go eat."
Lawrend waved his hand at her. He looked at the food that was brought to them.
"Master, do you want me to feed you?"
Aleshia turned around and said to Lawrend.
"Why?"
Lawrend furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Since we're gonna eat all over the beds, it will be more convenient for Master to be fed."
Aleshia replied to him.
"Ah, I see. Then if it's fine for you."
Lawrend understood and nodded his head at her.
"No worries, Master! I'm more than happy to feed you."
Aleshia replied enthusiastically. Feeding Lawrend is a very intimate act. She was very willing to do it.
"Hey, Sister Aleshia! Why are you hogging him all to yourself? I want to feed Master too."
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Aezel interrupted her with a pout.
"Hmm… Alright. Let's take turns."
Aleshia pondered before she nodded her head. She could understand that it'd be unfair for her.
"Then, I can do it too!?"
Elena interrupted them with her eyes shining with excitement.
"Of course."
Aleshia nodded her head and smiled at her. They were all serving Lawrend here. There was no need to be antagonistic towards each other.
…
Lawrend rested his back on the headboard of the bed and opened his mouth.
"Ahh~"
Aleshia said to Lawrend with a spoonful of meat stew in her hand. She put it inside Lawrend's mouth, and she pulled it out.
Lawrend chewed on the meat stew while he relaxed. He felt like he was at the height of his life when he was being fed like this.
"Master, eat this from me too."
Aezel had a spoonful of sauteed vegetables in her hand. Lawrend ate it and nodded his head in satisfaction. A perfect balance is needed when eating your food.
"Ahh~"
Elena put a spoonful of vanilla ice cream inside Lawrend's mouth.
…Right. This was the balance Lawrend was thinking about. Meat, Vegetable, and Dessert!
An hour later, they all finished eating.
All of the plates were also already returned to the inn, and the lights in the room were already turned off.
"Big Sister…"
Feli said to Aleshia who was sleeping in front of her. She then wrapped her arms around Aleshia's body.
Ella was on the other side of the bed, sulking. Someone was acting like her Big Sister's little sister again. Though, she let it slide since she sympathizes with her.
As for Lawrend, he was sleeping with two beautiful ladies on each side. Aezel and Elena were both wearing sexy nightgowns as they embraced both of Lawrend's arms between their large and bountiful boobs.
"This is the best…"
Lawrend murmured with a stupid grin on his face. Once this was his dream, now, it was a reality.
Meanwhile, inside Lawrend's body, the white hole flickered red once without him realizing it.
Lawrend fell asleep soon. It was one of the most comfortable sleep he had.
The next morning, Lawrend woke up. He looked around the bed, but Aezel and Elena were already gone.
Aleshia: "Good morning, Master."
Aezel: "Good morning, Master."
Elena: "Good morning, Master."
Ella: "G-Good morning, Young Master."
The four of them greeted Lawrend together. In response, Lawrend blinked his eyes at them.
"I guess I'm still asleep."
Lawrend shook his head and went back to sleep.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
The four of them looked at Lawrend with deadpan faces. They went through all the effort to do it in sync, and yet he went back to sleep.
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