Some alone time with Ellen

"Uhm..."

James nervously rubbed his neck.

With the other characters all locked inside the pod, the room suddenly fell quiet.

It made the silence between him and Ellen more awkward than it already was.

Deciding he had to make up something to do, James leaned over the side of the pod and checked how much time was left until the examination was over.

[2 hours 59 minutes remaining]

'Well, crap.'

A 3 hours alone time with the one maid that hated being one was going to be a tough job.

'...no, no. Let's think positively. Maybe this is the chance for me to get to know Ellen a bit more...'

James looked around to find Ellen bent over, gathering the clothes of everyone else into her arms.

He could clearly see under her skirt, including the black uunderwear. Her ass slightly swaying from side to side almost seemed to tease him.

James had to gather all of his wits and patience to not pounce on Ellen's back right then and there.

"What are you doing, Ellen?"

"Since laundry is my job, I'm going to wash these done while the others all locked up in the pod."

Ellen answered while continuing her work. Her thick shark tail tapped the ground, sending small puffs of dust into the air.

James stood aside awkwardly until she was done.

He had tried to get close and help her, but the thick tail swished at him in a threatening way, so all he could do was stand back and watch.

"..."

James swallowed as Ellen slowly picked up one clothes piece at a time.

All the while the maid was working, her skirt was hiked up her butt, giving a good view of her hips as she worked.

It felt to him as if Ellen was intentionally showing off her ass.

'No, that's impossible. I must be just seeing things...'

It was crystal clear that Ellen hated being owned by James, so James doubted she would ever try and seduce him like this.

When she gathered all the clothes, Ellen finally looked up.

Her eyes flicked down for a moment where James's erection was visible under his not-so-baggy-pants.

Ellen clucked her tongue in disproval and turned away.

"No, wait... Ellen!"

James called out, but Ellen didn't reply as she went upstairs with a huge stack of clothes in her arms.

James let out a huge groan and rubbed his forehead.

Why did everything he did have to get complicated somehow? Couldn't he just live like a spoiled rich bastard in the TV shows?

James went upstairs and headed to the laundry room at the right wing.

Ellen was carefully distributing each piece of clothing into different washing machines.

As he watched, James realized Ellen was dividing the clothes by its color and type.

Despite her rough attitude toward the concept, Ellen was following through of being a maid.

"Do you need any help—"

"No."

Ellen sharply cut him off.

She threw the last remaining clothes into the washing machine and stopped right in front of him.

"Is there anything you want from me currently, master?"

Ellen spat out the word 'Master' as if it was layered with spikes.

"Uh, no. There's not anything at the moment..."

"Then, may I have some free time?"

"Free time?"

That piqued James's interest.

Knowing what Ellen did in her free time might give him some valuable intells about how to help her ease in the situation.

"Yeah, sure. I'll call you if I need something."

"Thank you."

Ellen gave him a short bow before briskly walking away.

For a maid making it abundant about her distaste, Ellen at least had good manners.

James had a guess where Ellen would spend her free time, thanks to the small accident that happened before.

He sat next to the window of his bedroom, where he could get a good view of the outside pool located at the right wing of his mansion.

James recalled that the beachball that smacked his window was thrown by Ellen since she was the one who had made an apology for the accident.

Combine that with her shark-like characteristics, and it was easy to deduce that Ellen liked water-related activities.

So, the pool would be where she'd most likely spend her free time.

As James waited for Ellen to appear, he couldn't help but feel like he was being a pervert.

'...this is not peeping. It's my house, after all.'

Technically, even Ellen was his property, so it wouldn't be a problem if he openly oogled her body or more.

But somehow, even after having sex with Lalter, something trivial as watching Ellen swim somehow felt...immoral.

While James struggled with the mental dilemma, someone stepped out into the edge of the pool.

James was glad he hadn't gotten himself a drink because he would have certainly spat it out onto the window if he did.

Becayse Ellen had nothing but her birth skin on. No swimming suits or even a bikini.

For a moment, he wondered if this was secretly Ellen's kink. Then he remembered a crucial detail.

"...oh, right. She doesn't have extra clothes."

James made a mental note to buy some swimming suits for Ellen, all the while keeping his eyes glued on her naked body.

Ellen looked around nervously as she headed to the pool.

Luckily, she didn't think to look up at the window of the second floor—not that she would have been able to tell if someone was there or not even if she had, due to the special tint over the window.

After making sure the coast was clear, Ellen eased up and jumped into the pool.

That was as far as James was going to get watching from afar.

Getting confirmation that Ellen liked swimming was a good enough harvest on its own.

He could get some swimming gears for her or discuss how he could improve the pool to make it more suitable.

But watching Ellen's naked body had stirred up James. He felt this was a chance he didn't want to go to waste.

After a brief hesitation, James got up and went down the stairs.

Ellen had always loved swimming.

On land, there was always something that troubled her.

Be that it was some fierce predator in wilderness or a gross, fat, and ugly man trying to take advantage of her, the surface was never a safe place for her.

No, peace and tranquility only came to her under the embrace of water.

She preferred natural waters, such as the ocean where she belonged, but this swimming pool was a suitable enough replacement.

It was wide enough that underwater, she couldn't see where it ended on four sides or the depth. Frankly, it looked much larger than it had at the outside.

The only downside was that there wasn't any other aquatic life to gaze upon mindlessly while she dazed around.

But, most importantly, there was no one who could bother her here.

No bullcrap about ownership, no men in suits trying to capture her, or no mas—

Splash!

A sudden ripple through the water alerted Ellen that something just entered the pool.

She swam up to the surface and poked her head out of the water.

Her good mood was tarnished as soon as she saw James awkwardly standing at the edge of the pool.

"Hello."

"What do you want...master?"

Ellen tried to sound as annoyed as she'd initially felt, but she couldn't help but be slightly awed at her master's phallus still visible under the suit.

Even her previous owner wasn't that big, and that douchbag visited RealDreams for enhancements more times than she'd bothered to remember.

James noticed Ellen taking quick peeks at between his legs.

'At least she wasn't scowling at that, too...'

"I was just thinking, I never thought I'll have a swimming pool in my house, so I was thinking about using it."

"That's...why did you want my attention? If you want to use the pool, you can just use it."

Ellen pointed out, although she appreciated him for asking. She wasn't used to sharing spaces in waters.

James scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile.

"...I don't know how to swim."

He confessed.

In truth, he had rarely ever submerged himself in the water.

The only experience he had was at a local bathhouse, and even that was when he was treating himself.

Most of the time, he only washed his body under the cold droplets from the showers at his house.

Even now, standing at the edge of the pool, the vast body of water slightly intimidated him.

There seemed to be no visible floor at the bottom. If he didn't swim, would he sink indefinitely until he drowned?

Then, James noticed that Ellen was staring at him with a blank expression.

"You don't know... how to swim?"

She repeated slowly.

"Yeah, I don't."

James nodded.

Ellen paused on the spot as if someone just pressed a remote button on her.

Then, for the first time since she was bought, her lips curled up into a smile.

"pffft—Ahahaha!"

Ellen burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that her tits slightly juggled up and down.

James felt heat rise up to his cheeks.

"H-hey! It's not my fault I never learned it!"

"How can you not learn how to swim?! You're rich!"

"Yeah, well, I wasn't before today."

James retorted, which made Ellen stop.

The shark maid tilted her head with a small frown.

"You weren't rich before yesterday? How's that even possible?"

James told Ellen about his past, about how he had to live for the bare minimum every day until this morning when all of this fortune was suddenly thrust upon him.

By the time he was done, Ellen seemed frustrated again. Although, this time, that anger wasn't directed at her master.

"... You could've told us about that. Why did you keep it a secret?"

James shrugged.

"I wasn't trying to. For one, none of you asked, and I really don't want to talk about it either."

The answer didn't seem to satisfy Ellen. Her eyebrows nitted into a frown.

Still, Ellen didn't ask further questions, which James was grateful for.

He wanted to avoid talking about his past if possible. Those memories were uncherishable.

Ellen drifted near to the edge of the pool.

"If you want to learn how to swim, take off your clothes first."

James paused.

"Is that necessary?"

Ellen rolled her eyes.

"As a laundry maid, I will not permit any foul treatment to clothings. You are not going to swim with that suit on, master.

Besides, I'm already naked. It's only fair if you do it, too."

James couldn't find an appropriate argument, so he had **** but to strip.

Ellen's shark tail swayed beneath the surface of the swimming pool. She made small awe-struck gasps when his enhanced cock was revealed.

A shiver went down James's back. Something about Ellen's gaze was...predatory, for the lack of a better word.

She suddenly reminded him of Ram, who eluded a similar vibe of superior hierarchy, even though he was their master.

"Now come close and dip your feet in the water. We'll start by learning how to splash."

"How to splash?"

Offended, James frowned as he sat at the edge of the pool.

Ellen, however, clucked her tongue before he could make any objections.

"Learning how to kick water is the most essential part of swimming.

No matter how old you are, if you are inexperienced, you start by learning how to splash. Here."

The shark maid gently took hold of James's feet in each of her hands. She gave them a light squeeze, smirking when James grunted and figited a little.

"Curl up your toes as if you are making a fist with your hands.

Good, then try kicking one leg at a time, up and down. No sideways! Just up and down, each leg. Make the water splash up to your stomach."

Splash-splash-splash...

At first, James felt like an idiot.

For how much Ellen emphasized the importance of splashing, it was incredibly easy.

But as time went on, he realized his legs were getting tired fast. The water seemed to weight down harder with each splash.

His calf started to ache a little, as if someone was poking at it with a small needle. Even his breath was getting slightly heavy as he continued.

"It's been only 5 minutes, master. Let's get to 10 before we take a rest."

James nodded, not daring to speak in case he wasted more precious air.

By the time Ellen told him to stop, James was more tired than he wanted to admit. His leg muscles ached, especially around the calf area.

"It's not easy as you thought, is it?"

Ellen smirked. She gently massaged James's legs, which he highly appreciated.

"Let your legs rest. We'll continue our lesson after you feel better."

"Thanks..."

James closed his eyes and eased up, letting his legs drift on the side of the pool.

And just when his guard was down, the predator decided to strike.

"...!"

James flinched when something closed around his cock.

His eyelids fluttered open, and he looked down to find Ellen slowly engulfing his junk.

"Uhm-"

James froze on the spot.

He wanted to ask why she had a sudden change if heart, but on second thought, it may not be a smart idea to ask such things when the other was giving him head...

...especially when she had sharper teeth than most.

Ellen smirked and continued.

She bobbed her head back and forth, making soft ripples over the pool that tickled James's thighs.

Her large breasts pushed into his crotch. The sharp rows of teeth softly grazed over the skin, sending shivers down James's spine.

It was nothing he had ever experienced before.

After a few minutes of slurps and soft splashings, James felt his limit approaching.

"I'm going to cum...!"

He grunted.

Ellen didn't stop sucking, and soon enough, James loaded her mouth with ropes of his semen.

Ellen gulped down the first few vollies of shots immediately, before drifting back and opening her mouth.

"Blweeeh~"

James swallowed at the sight of his cum sticking over Ellen's tongue.

The shark maid slowly rolled her tongue for a final show-off before swallowing the cum.

"...and that's as far as you'll be getting for now."

"What?"

Ellen chuckled and flicked her tail.

"I must admit, teaching you how to swim is much entertaining than I thought.

I'll need something to make sure you don't miss your lesson, eh? Now back to kicking practice!"

After a final wink, the shark maid turned around and sank into the depths of the pool.

Dumbfounded, James stared at the small ripple left behind Ellen.

Then, with a resigned sigh, he returned to his swimming practice.

At least there was some development between him and Ellen.