Mizi adjusted the stiff collar of her maid’s uniform as she climbed the grand staircase of Sua’s mansion. The place was too quiet tonight—no clinking glasses, no laughter, just the hum of the air conditioning. She glanced at the clock in the hallway. Eleven-thirty. Everyone else had already gone home, leaving only her and Sua, the woman who owned this entire damn palace.
Sua.
The name alone sent a shiver down Mizi’s spine. She knocked on the door to Sua’s private chambers, her fingers trembling slightly. There was no answer at first, but then—
“Come in.”
Mizi swallowed hard. The voice was smooth, controlled, but there was something underneath—something hungry. She pushed the door open.
Sua stood by the window, silhouetted against the city lights. She was already dressed in something sheer, something that clung to her curves like a second skin. The pink of her hair caught the light, making her look like some kind of ethereal predator.
“Close the door,” Sua said, not turning around.
Mizi obeyed, her pulse quickening. She had spent months trying to resist this—trying to act like she didn’t care, like she wasn’t desperate for Sua’s attention. But it was a losing battle. Every time Sua looked at her, every time their fingers brushed when passing a tray, Mizi’s body betrayed her.
Sua finally turned, and Mizi’s breath hitched.
“Take this,” Sua said, holding out a small black garment bag. “Put it on.”
Mizi hesitated. “What is it?”
Sua smirked. “Something I picked out for you.”
Mizi’s stomach twisted with anticipation. She took the bag, her hands shaking as she unzipped it. Inside was a bunny costume—black lace, barely there, the kind of thing that left almost nothing to the imagination. The top was a tiny corset that would push Mizi’s modest breasts up just enough to tease, and the bottom was a thong with a fluffy tail.
She swallowed hard. “You’re joking.”
Sua’s eyes darkened. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
Mizi bit her lip. She had spent so long playing hard to get, but now, faced with this—with *her*—she couldn’t say no.
“Fine,” Mizi muttered, stripping off her maid’s dress in front of Sua without a second thought.
Sua watched, her lips parting slightly as Mizi slipped into the costume. The lace hugged her hips, the corset made her waist look even smaller, and the thong left her ass barely covered. She turned to face Sua, her cheeks flushed.
“Happy?” Mizi asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Sua didn’t answer. She just crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed Mizi by the waist, and pulled her onto her lap.
Mizi gasped as she straddled Sua’s thighs, her pussy already throbbing against the thin fabric of the thong. Sua’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in just enough to make her whimper.
“You’ve been teasing me for months,” Sua murmured, her breath hot against Mizi’s ear. “Every time you walk by, every time you bite your lip, every time you pretend not to notice me watching you.”
Mizi’s heart pounded. “I—I didn’t—”
“Shut up,” Sua growled, and then her mouth was on Mizi’s, tongue sliding between her lips in a deep, demanding kiss. Mizi moaned into it, her hands tangling in Sua’s hair as their tongues dueled.
Sua couldn’t take it anymore. She flipped Mizi onto the bed, pinning her down as she kissed her way down her body. Mizi arched into her touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Sua’s lips trailed over her thighs, her hips, her stomach—
Then Sua’s tongue was on her pussy, licking through the flimsy fabric of the thong.
“Fuck—!” Mizi cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
Sua growled, hooking her fingers into the sides of the thong and yanking it down. Mizi’s pussy was already wet, glistening in the dim light, and Sua wasted no time diving in. Her tongue lashed at Mizi’s clit, making her hips jerk off the bed.
“Sua—! Fuck, *please*—”
Sua didn’t answer. She just ate her out, her tongue working in slow, torturous circles before flattening against Mizi’s entrance. Mizi’s back arched, a broken moan tearing from her throat as Sua’s fingers joined in, sliding inside her with a wet *squelch*.
Mizi was a mess, her thighs trembling, her moans getting louder and more desperate. Sua could feel her getting close, her walls fluttering around Sua’s fingers, and she pulled back just enough to smirk up at her.
“Not yet,” Sua purred, before stripping off her own pants and panties in one fluid motion.
Mizi’s eyes widened as she got a full view of Sua’s naked body—toned, perfect, her pink hair fanned out across the pillow as she crawled between Mizi’s legs.
“Sixty-nine,” Sua commanded, and Mizi didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Sua by the thighs and pulled her down, burying her face between Sua’s thighs without a second thought.
Sua gasped as Mizi’s tongue found her clit, her hips bucking instinctively. She reciprocated, her own tongue diving into Mizi’s dripping pussy as their mouths worked in perfect sync.
It was filthy. It was perfect.
Mizi moaned around Sua’s pussy, her fingers digging into Sua’s ass as she ate her out with reckless abandon. Sua’s thighs trembled around her ears, her moans growing louder, more desperate—
Then Sua’s hand slid between Mizi’s legs, and before Mizi could react, something cold and hard pressed against her entrance.
Mizi froze. “W-what the—?”
Sua smirked, pushing the vibrator