Chapter 160 - 159. The Wedding (part 2)
"Mathilda-sama’s kiss... you can’t have it!" one of the maids pouted, pulling back just long enough to catch her breath.
"It’s ours... we’re stealing it!" the other maid added, her voice dripping with excitement and jealousy.
Mathilda, watching with amusement, decided to join in on the fun. "Let me add more kisses, then," she teased, leaning down and kissing Tyler herself, the softness of her lips catching him off guard. The moment her kiss landed, it seemed to fuel the frenzy even more.
The maids, seeing Mathilda’s bold move, intensified their efforts. The kisses came faster, more insistent. "Oh, what will you do if I kiss his cheeks?" Mathilda asked playfully before planting light pecks on both sides of Tyler’s face.
That was all the encouragement the maids needed. They each mirrored Mathilda, pressing their lips to his cheeks from both sides, their movements becoming increasingly eager. Before he could protest, they pushed him onto the sofa, surrounding him and kissing him in turns, alternating between his lips and his cheeks, their soft giggles echoing through the room.
Tyler, half-amused and half-overwhelmed, attempted to sit up, but the two maids held him in place, hugging him from either side. They seemed lost in the moment, their playful rivalry turning into a competition to see who could kiss him more.
"I think we’ve already stolen Mathilda-sama’s kiss," one maid declared breathlessly.
The other maid, not to be outdone, shook her head. "Idiot! If you want Mathilda-sama’s kiss, you just have to do this!"
In a sudden, unexpected move, she grabbed Mathilda by the arm. Mathilda, caught off guard, stumbled forward, landing on top of Tyler. The maid didn’t stop there; she cupped Mathilda’s face, as if about to kiss her directly. But at the last moment, she turned Mathilda’s head and pressed her lips to Tyler’s once more, making the whole scene even more chaotic.
"What the-" Mathilda gasped, completely thrown by the maid’s boldness. But before she could fully comprehend what had happened, the maid pulled her away and mounted Tyler herself, her lips once again finding his. The second maid, determined not to lose, quickly followed suit, joining the next round of their spontaneous kissing session.
Maybe the drug was stronger than Mathilda anticipated, or maybe it was the maids’ growing desire, but things escalated quickly. The two maids, now completely caught up in the heat of the moment, began pulling at their own dresses, letting them slip from their shoulders one by one. Tyler, too, found himself losing track of his clothes as the maids giggled, their hands eagerly working at the fabric.