Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Heroine’s Plan For Nyx IV
Nyx kept her eyes on Maris though and she kept hers on her.

Kathy spanked her. Her rhythm was regular and the intensity of each blow increased as she went on. Nyx could feel her bum getting hot and then the heat spreading to her cunt. Every now and then she stopped and gently ran her fingers across her red skin. It made Nyx jump and it turned her on.

They all knew it, especially Maris.

It was during one of these pauses that Nyx felt the twins kneel on either side of her. Their hands found a hanging weight and they pulled gently, then harder, teasing more sensation from her clamped nipples. Nyx felt them lean across her towards each other and Nyx knew that above her back they were kissing.

For a moment she put her head down and looked back between her parted thighs. She could see Kathy’s patent heels moving slightly away from her and knew that she was about to spank her again.

The first crack of her hand brought Nyx head up sharply and there she found Maris’s eyes on her once more. Peripherally Nyx became aware that each of the Moli were using their free hand to touch themselves. Then she felt Kathy’s fingers on her pussy lips. She gasped.

Maris just looked at her.

Kathy teased her, working her from moistness to wetness with one hand, spanking her with the other.

All the time Maris’s eyes were drinking her in. When Kathy’s fingers entered her she moaned. When Kathy rubbed at Nyx’s clitoris, Nyx licked her lips. When she spanked her, she groaned for more.

Kathy had three fingers inside her, pumping in and out. Her other hand fell regularly on to her aching backside.

“Ah!” Nyx said.

One Moli and then the other began to twist her nipples, hard and then harder.

“Aaah!”

Kathy stopped slapping her ass-cheeks and started slapping her pussy. “AAH!” Nyx Cried, “AAH!, AAH!”, in time with her rhythm. “OHHHH!”, she sighed, as she backed her pussy onto her cupped palm, “OOOAAH!”, As Maris, in front of her, slowly lifted her skirt and teasingly spread her legs to show Nyx, her hairy pussy. “AAAAH YES!”

Nyx yelled as she came more violently than she ever had before.

In the calm after the storm Nyx was dimly aware of the two Moli’s walking off, hand in hand towards outside.

After a time Kathy followed them. At this time, Nyx realised what she was doing. She began to feel extremely embarassed.

“You have some more cleaning to do.” Maris said. Then she lifted her skirt once more. “With your tongue.”

When Nyx heard, she stood up, and stretch her hand to break the tape but she couldn’t.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Maris asked, frowning.

“Fuck you…” Nyx said and head to kitchen.

Nyx’s thoughts raced as she cut through the tape binding her wrists, the dull kitchen knife biting into her skin. She winced as blood trickled down, but she didn’t care. The sting was nothing compared to the embarrassment and anger swirling inside her. What the hell was in that drink? she wondered again. No matter how horny she get, she won’t let a stranger to spank her to get release.

After releasing her wrist she was about to go guest room to get her cloths but heard Lucan and Leira were back. She stopped, looked outside and saw Maris going to get them. So Nyx head to guest room to her cloths.

Nyx ripped off the remnants of the maid uniform and pulled on her simple T-shirt and pants.

Peeking out of the guest room, Nyx saw Maris at the door, greeting Lucan with her usual poised demeanor. Leira clung to his side, her innocent face lighting up at the sight of Maris. The contrast between their outward calm and the storm raging within Nyx made her blood boil even more. This woman is two-faced, a liar, she thought, tightening her fists.

Just as Nyx prepared to slip past unnoticed, Leira turned and spotted her.

“Elder Sister Nyx!” Leira exclaimed, her voice filled with joy. She darted toward her, but her expression shifted the moment she saw the blood on Nyx’s wrist. “You’re hurt!”

Nyx froze, instinctively hiding her wrist behind her back. “It’s nothing, kiddo. Just a small scratch. Don’t worry about it.”

But Leira wasn’t buying it. She grabbed Nyx’s hand, her small fingers surprisingly firm as she pulled it forward to inspect. “This is not small!” Leira said, her eyes wide with concern. “Mama! Elder Sister Nyx is bleeding!”

Nyx shot a panicked glance at Maris, who was now walking over with Lucan in tow.

“What happened?” Lucan asked.

Nyx forced a laugh, brushing it off. “Just a little accident in the kitchen. Nothing to worry about.”

But Lucan wasn’t convinced. His eyes narrowed as they flicked to Maris, then back to Nyx. “This doesn’t look like ‘nothing.’ Sit down. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

“No need,” Nyx said quickly, stepping back. “I can handle it.”

Leira tugged on her sleeve, her eyes glistening with worry. “Please, Elder Sister Nyx. Let Papa help.”

Nyx’s resolve wavered. She couldn’t say no to Leira, not when the little girl looked at her like that. “Fine,” she muttered, sitting reluctantly at the dining table.

Lucan left to retrieve the kit, and Maris took the opportunity to kneel beside Nyx, her voice low and syrupy. “Such a shame, Nyx. You really should be more careful. A kitchen can be a dangerous place.”

Nyx glared at her, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “Cut the act, Maris. You know exactly why this happened.”

Maris raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Do I? I don’t recall holding a knife to your wrist.”

Nyx leaned closer, her voice a harsh whisper. “The drink. What was in it?”

Maris’s smile widened, but her eyes remained cold. “Oh, Nyx. Always jumping to conclusions. Maybe you’re just… naturally horny.”

Before Nyx could respond, Lucan returned with the first aid kit. He sat across from her, his movements efficient as he cleaned and bandaged the wound. “You’re lucky it’s not deeper,” he said, “What were you even doing?”

“Just being clumsy,” Nyx said, avoiding his gaze.

Leira stood beside her, holding Nyx’s uninjured hand. “You have to be more careful,” she scolded, her tone oddly mature for her age. “What if something worse happens?”

Nyx smiled faintly, squeezing Leira’s hand. “I’ll be more careful. Promise.”

Nyx glanced at Maris, who was watching her, This isn’t over. Nyx thought.

As Leira dragged her away to show her something she’d drawn, Nyx couldn’t help but feel the weight of Maris’s gaze on her back.