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  Neko tumbled across the bed, the chime of the small bell on his tail punctuating every frantic movement. At one point, he stopped and stared with raw fury at his crotch, where the outline of the metal cage was clearly visible beneath the fabric of his skimpy ce panties.

  “Can’t you just stop?!” he shouted in frustration, feeling his own body betray him once again. “I can’t even focus because of you!”

  For the st four hours, Neko had been diligently working on the assignments Bovina had given him. Although he had initially feared the stinging of his buttocks from Elene’s punishment would be his biggest obstacle, the pain had begun to recede within minutes, allowing him to sit down and study.

  The math problems proved ughably easy; the sheet contained basic addition with examples even a five-year-old could grasp. The second sheet, featuring the demon alphabet, was a greater challenge, but Neko slowly began to recognize and distinguish the individual characters. He wanted to spend more time on it, but he had hit a barrier he couldn't overcome with willpower alone.

  He grit his teeth, feeling a mounting ache and a heavy pulsing in his lower abdomen. He fell ft onto the mattress, letting out a heavy sigh. Because of the requirements of his special css - specifically [Hunger for Closeness] - he had become almost entirely dependent on sexual contact and orgasms.

  It had been over a dozen hours since his st night with Lilith, and his body was beginning to violently demand another discharge of energy. He remembered Elene’s words about Lilith not visiting him for the next two days, and this was only the first of them.

  At the mere image of Lilith in his mind, his penis strained against the bars of the cage with even greater force, causing him near-physical pain. Irritated, he grabbed a pillow and hurled it at the floor.

  “Dammit, I’m going to end up making myself come if she’s not here!” he screamed to the empty room.

  In a fit of desperation, he reached a hand toward his breast, which had become incredibly sensitive beneath the thin white schoolgirl shirt. But at the st moment, he froze. He remembered Lilith’s angry, dominant reaction the st time she’d caught him trying to give himself pleasure.

  He gave up and slumped helplessly back onto the bed.

  “Maybe I'd better not...” he muttered under his breath.

  He sighed lightly, slid off the mattress, and walked over to pick up the abandoned pillow and put it back in its pce. Then, barefoot, he headed toward the desk to retrieve the bottle of milk Elene had left. Without thinking much about it, he popped the nipple into his mouth and began to drink.

  To his immense surprise, the liquid was still perfectly warm. He pulled the nipple out for a moment, inspecting the container.

  “Must be some kind of magic bottle or something...” he murmured, then went back to drinking as he hopped back onto the bed.

  The sweet taste of the milk and the warmth spreading through his core made him feel a bit better, though the tension in his body refused to be forgotten. Neko slowly tilted his head back, letting the st drops of the sweet, warm milk slide down his throat. He set the empty bottle on the desk and, with a slow, almost instinctive flick of his tongue, licked the remnants of the white liquid from his lips.

  “This really is delicious,” he murmured, feeling a pleasant warmth radiate through his chest.

  He walked over to the tall mirror and stopped, taking in his reflection. He was still wearing that scandalous outfit: the white, nearly transparent shirt that revealed every curve of his breasts under the light, and the pleated navy blue skirt that barely covered his rear.

  “I really do look like a slut...” he commented quietly, brushing a strand of pink hair back with his hand. “Practically begging for a ‘fuck me’!”

  Normally, Neko would never have let such thoughts surface, feeling a paralyzing shame. But in his current state, under the influence of the [Sex Sve] css and its SPECIAL CLASS REQUIREMENTS like [Ethereal Addiction], lewd thoughts had become natural, even physically pleasing.

  He let out a light sigh, feeling the exhaustion from the punishment and the intense study session begin to weigh on him.

  “Maybe I should just wash up now, so I don't waste time in the morning,” he thought, and the mere idea of a warm bath brought a small sense of relief.

  Without a second thought, Neko hurried into the bathroom and began to slowly undress. He unbuttoned the tight shirt, slid off the skirt, and unclipped the ce garter straps from his stockings, feeling shivers dance across his [Perfect Skin] at every touch of the fabric.

  He knew the routine by heart now; without hesitation, he set the water to the perfect temperature and added aromatic oils that immediately filled the room with a sweet fragrance. When the gargantuan tub filled with bubbly foam, he submerged himself completely. The warmth enveloped his body, soothing his muscles and the still-slightly-throbbing skin on his buttocks.

  “Mrrrrrrrrrrr...”

  A loud, prolonged purr escaped his throat, one he couldn't hold back. He rested his arms on the edge of the tub, burying his chin in the fluffy foam.

  “Baths are the best thing in this world,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

  Then, he suddenly realized something. His face and mouth dipped slightly into the water, and he added indistinctly, sending a few bubbles to the surface:

  “Well... except for orgasms, maybe...”

  Neko y in silence, letting the warm water soothe his tired body. After a while, he raised a hand and caught a strand of his pink hair, running it through his fingers and marveling at its incredible softness.

  “It really is beautiful, and so delicate,” he sighed softly, watching the strands shimmer in the light. “Maybe just a bit too long...”

  His hair had grown so thick and long that now, when wet, it reached almost to his rear. Neko knitted his brows, wondering if such a length required special care. Would a simple bath be enough to keep its shine? After a moment, he shook his head, realizing he knew absolutely nothing about such things. He pushed the thought aside and simply sank deeper, purring with satisfaction every time he shifted positions.

  About forty minutes passed before Neko finally decided to leave the tub. He slowly dried his body with a towel and reached for his plush pink bathrobe, wrapping himself tightly in it. He looked at it with a hint of disbelief.

  “Magic really is magical,” he whispered to himself. “I toss this robe anywhere every morning, and every evening it’s always waiting right here like nothing happened.”

  He left the bathroom, feeling the hot water and aromatic oils slowly dull his senses, easing him into a state of blissful sleepiness. He approached the bed and y on his side, tossing his still-damp hair back so it wouldn't bother him while he slept.

  He felt a sudden wave of relief at the thought that this might be his first night without being directly humiliated by Lilith. However, the thought was a double-edged sword - the moment the Queen’s image entered his mind, he felt the familiar, painful squeeze of the cage on his penis. He grit his teeth and quickly tried to steer his thoughts elsewhere.

  Bovina and her gargantuan breasts fshed before his eyes, along with the topics they’d discussed during their first lesson. A small, sleepy smile touched his lips.

  “I wonder what tomorrow’s lessons will be like...” he muttered under his breath. His breathing evened out, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

  ***

  Bovina stood in the center of the massive Regeneration Chamber, illuminated by the glow of thousands of swirling symbols and complex magical formations pulsing with emerald energy. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, the bells at her ample breasts giving a tired but resonant jingle.

  “Finally done,” she sighed with clear relief.

  The two women standing beside her immediately bowed low, honoring her with deep respect. Both were Elite Maids; one, Kaelia, had long bck hair tied in a high ponytail and wore a corset adorned with beautiful embroidery, while the other, Lira, stood out with a short, predatory haircut and silver bracelets that shimmered in the magical light.

  “Mistress Bovina, without your help, we never would have managed this on our own,” Kaelia said, her head still bowed.

  Bovina merely gave a light wave of her hand, smiling gently. “I didn't do much. Just used a bit of my mana and corrected one faulty sigil in the main formation. Nothing major.”

  “Nothing major?” Lira shook her head in disbelief. “If we wanted to fill this source with mana, it would take us several days of constant meditation.”

  Bovina looked at the two girls, a motherly pride sparkling in her eyes. “Looking at your potential, I suspect within a few years you’ll manage to break through to Rank A. Then you’ll be able to fix glitches like this yourself in an instant.”

  The two maids exchanged joyful, hopeful gnces, thanking her again for the words. Bovina was widely known throughout the Castle of Desire not only for her eye-catching appearance but, above all, for her rare kindness. Unlike many other Matrons, she treated her subordinates with genuine respect and was always happy to help, making her one of the most beloved figures in the hierarchy.

  “Vina returns from her leave tomorrow, so you won't be needing me anymore,” Bovina added, straightening her slightly aching back.

  At those words, the girls' expressions visibly saddened. The prospect of returning to their routine without such a warm superior clearly didn't please them. Kaelia, realizing they might not have another chance for personal contact with a Great Matron for a long while, suddenly found her courage.

  “Mistress Bovina...” she began timidly. “If you wouldn't mind... would you perhaps like to spend the night with us? Strictly as... rexation, of course.”

  Lira looked at her friend with wide eyes. “Kaelia! Are you insane?!” she hissed under her breath.

  “This might be our only chance for a long time to get this close to one of the Great Matrons of Sin,” Kaelia whispered back, her eyes never leaving Bovina.

  A specific, persuasive smile suddenly touched Bovina’s lips, and her gaze turned predatory for a fleeting moment.

  “Oh... you really have the balls to want to take your sexual frustrations out on one of the Great Matrons of Sin?” she asked quietly, the bell on her colr giving an ominous chime.

  Lira immediately panicked and began to apologize feverishly. “Mistress, please forgive her arrogance! She didn't know what she was saying!”

  Bovina suddenly burst into a sincere, pearly ugh, her massive breasts bouncing in time with her amusement. “I’m joking, I’m joking! Don't take it so seriously.”

  She sighed, however, and shook her head. “I have to say thank you. I truly appreciate the offer, but I must decline.”

  Kaelia nodded, having expected such an outcome, though regret still flickered in her eyes. The chance to dominate someone like Bovina, who stood so high above them in the hierarchy, would have provided a gargantuan, nearly addictive satisfaction. In the Castle of Desire, very few girls in Matron positions had submissive characters or were "switches" - most, like them, preferred hard dominance.

  Bovina, seeing their expressions, smiled a bit awkwardly. “Look... I recently had a night with Lady Elizabeth,” she confessed quietly.

  The moment that name was uttered, the faces of both maids turned pale. Everyone in the castle knew how intense and exhausting sessions with Lilith’s Consort could be.

  “Let’s just say I’ve had enough excitement to st me the next few days,” Bovina added with a wry little smile.

  Both women immediately nodded in full understanding. They watched Bovina walk off toward her apartments, and as soon as she vanished around the corner, Lira smacked Kaelia on the arm.

  “Are you crazy?! Asking a Great Matron to come to your bed?”

  Kaelia only shrugged, though her cheeks were still red. “Can you bme me? I know perfectly well you'd love to crush those giant breasts of hers at least once yourself.”

  Lira didn't deny it, her face turning even more crimson.

  “Pervert,” she just muttered under her breath.

  “Look who’s talking,” Kaelia ughed.

  Seeing that total darkness had fallen over the castle, both maids also headed to their rooms, the majestic and tempting silhouette of Bovina still burned into their minds.