Mansion of Madness! - Epilogue

The chandelier’s candles flickered, their magical light glinting off the darkwood furniture and other furnishings of the banquet hall as Mahou settled back in her chair, put her feet up on the table, and sighed an exquisite sigh of victory. “Nyaaaah~,” she said, lying back. “I’m glad that’s finally over, nya.” 

As far as new batches of maids went, this time had gone pretty terribly for her. Normally, they didn’t get past the fourth room, let alone far enough to reach her. And for one of them to actually beat her, when she’d gone to such lengths to rig the game against them...! Ugh! It was so infuriating! But so exciting, too! It had been so long since she’d actually gotten to fight anyone. Maybe she’d give them more of a chance in the future…

Of course, it wouldn’t be half as fun if they’d actually beaten her, nya. No, she’d given them their prize, as was only fair, but she was still the winner. And that meant she got to claim a prize too. Oh, and what a prize it was… Without it, this whole thing would have been a waste of time.

Grinning, Mahou snapped her fingers. “Maaaaaaaaid?” she called. “Maaaaaaaaaaaid, where are nyou, nya? I’m huuuuuuungry!” 

With a click, the banquet hall’s secret door opened (it was disguised as another boring old wall panel, and there was no way of activating it from inside), and into the room stepped a beautiful young woman. 

Erza Scarlet grit her teeth and blushed as she marched towards the banquet table, a platter of food in her hands and a pair of gigantic boobs bouncing in the bodice of her egregiously skimpy uniform. Mahou hadn’t even given them a boost yet–the redhead was simply that busty. 

Reaching the table, Erza came to an abrupt stop and bent over, lowering the platter to the table and, incidentally, giving Mahou an excellent view of her cleavage. 

When she went to stand again, Mahou coughed. “Well?” she said. “What are nyou meant to say, nya?” 

Erza’s teeth sounded like a grindwheel. “...Your meal, Mistress Mahou.” 

“Purrfect.” Sizing up her meal, Mahou rubbed her hands in excitement: the platter bore three different foodgirls, all stuffed inside each other: a smaller porkgirl with a pigtail inside a larger beefgirl with horns, who was in turn tucked into the warped mouth of a particularly buff chickenwoman. Surrounding them were an assortment of other treats, including roast potatoes with despairing expressions and a string of red and flesh sausages with strips of black and white. Plucking one of the latter from the platter, Mahou gave it a quick suck and slipped it into Erza’s cleavage. “Fufu.” 

The redhead screwed up her eyes and writhed on the spot, looking like she might take off at any second. “You… You piece of–” 

Mahou held up a finger. “Nyow, nyow, nyow, what were the terms of our agreement, nya? I sent all nyour friends back home, and I even put them back the way they were when they came here (plus or minus a little trauma), and in return…” 

Erza refused to speak. 

“...in return, nyou have to be a good maid, remember?” said Mahou. She cocked her head, waiting… “And what do good maids say, nya?” 

Erza opened her eyes with a sigh of defeat. “Yes, Mistress.” 

Mahou giggled. Snatching up her fork, she stabbed it into the spaghetti and twirled. As she slurped it up, she fixed Erza with an amused look. “Nyou know, I was just going to turn nyou into a trophy and be done with it, but the way nyou’re acting, I think I might just keep nyou human for a while. Of course, nyou’ll nyeed a few adjustments…” She snapped her fingers, and with a bowoing, Erza’s boobs doubled in size, straining her bodice and popping the sausage outright. With a plop, the tip landed in Mahou’s wine.

The redhead’s blushed, struggling to hide her embarrassment, but Mahou could read her like a book: Erza Scarlet might think she could bear this–that she’d made the heroic self-sacrifice in the name of her friends and was capable of bearing its consequences in contentment–but she didn’t know what Mahou had planned for her yet. Oh, bigger boobs didn’t even begin to describe it. She was going to use her as everything she ever needed. 

Starting, simply, with a personal sex slave. ‘Ton of experience fighting with seduction’, huh? Well, now she was going to get the chance to use it.

Just as she was about to order her under the table, however, she recalled something. “Don’t nyou have something else for me, nya?” 

Erza sighed. Heading back through the secret door, she returned several seconds later with a handful of packages and parcels. “Your mail, Mistress,” she said, dumping them on the table.

Mahou smirked. “Thank nyou, maid. Nyow, get under the table and put that tongue to good work. If I don’t cum in the next minute, I’m going to turn nyou into my dildo.” 

With a gulp and a nod, Erza disappeared under the table. Mahou sat back and shivered in delight as the redhead’s tongue slipped into her pussy. Nnn~! How had she gotten so good at this? There was no way it was her first time…

As Erza taught her vagina a new language, Mahou twirled up another forkful of spaghetti and, as she slurped it up, started checking her mail. “Spam… Spam… Plea for mercy… Spam– Hey, what’s this? Return to sender? I don’t remember sending anything…” She gave it a shake–it felt heavy.

With a frown, she conjured a letter-opener and slipped the blade into the gap. But as she tore through the paper–

<SKILL CHECK: MAHOU - INTELLIGENCE …FAIL!>

–the letter exploded with a sound like a yowling cat, and out sprang Baka, all idiot claws and fury. “Lemme out lemme out lemme out lemme out lemme ooooooout!” By the time she was finished, Mahou’s face looked like a scratching post. “Lemme–oh, hi, Mahou. I didn’t know nyou lived at my place nyow. Does this mean we’re roommates, nya?” 

With a furious roar, Mahou flung her into the fireplace.