It was just another ordinary day in Ophilia's life and she was washing dinner dishes as usual. But destiny had something different in store. As she was almost done, a maid approached with surprising news: Badonis instructed her to get ready to serve a client.

The maid even said that the client seemed incredibly wealthy, handing over a gold coin to Badonis without hesitation. Washing dishes had been her task for the past 5 years, and this sudden change confused her deeply.

For about 15 years, she had been a slave at this place, witnessing many things. She knew that when prostitutes grew old or unable to continue, Badonis would sell them to the highest bidder, and their fate would no longer be his concern. She expected this fate for herself one day.

However, after a night with a client that left her with hazy memories, she was kept away from the 'work'. This was completely unexpected, and when she asked why, no answer was given.

Days later, she discovered she was pregnant. Though scared at first, the moment she laid eyes on her daughter's lovely face, all her worries vanished. After living as a slave for more than a third of her life, this became the happiest moment.

Making a difficult decision, she sent her daughter to the orphanage. Despite that, she no longer returned to her old 'work'. Instead, Badonis had her take care of the kitchen.

That said, after being called suddenly to serve a customer, Ophilia felt confused. It had been about 5 years since she last served someone, but as a slave, she could only obey her master.

Putting on sexy lingerie and getting ready, she headed to the waiting room where she encountered Badonis. He seemed different, walking nervously from side to side in front of the door.

Before she could say anything, Badonis spoke with a serious face. "This customer may change the course of your life, so do your best to please him, understand?"

"Yes, master," Ophilia replied with a bow.

'Why did Badonis choose me for such an important customer? Grace or Lisa would be better choices, they are young and beautiful,' she thought, but she still proceeded to the waiting room to meet the customer.

Inside, the customer, a young man reading a thick book, caught her attention. He looked peaceful and quite young, in his early twenties.

'He's so young and handsome, he won't like me. I don’t understand why Badonis sent me.'

Yet, something puzzled Ophilia. If this customer could afford a gold coin for her services, why was he dressed in such worn-out clothing?

Suddenly, the young man's peaceful face changed as he noticed her presence.

Under his intense gaze, Ophilia felt intimidated and scared, but she managed to bow respectfully. "Sorry for the delay, I'm O-"

"Are you the one who's going to serve me?" He cut her off, seeming impatient.

"Yes, I am-"

"Great, let's go to the bedroom." He interrupted again, leading her away.

As they left the waiting room, the maid approached and guided them to Badonis' room, which he had offered for their use.

Ophilia felt surprised by Badonis' gesture, as he had never done something like this before. However, considering the substantial payment made by the young man, Badonis was clearly trying to please him and ensure a favorable impression.

Entering the room, the soft glow of candlelight greeted them.

The young man wasted no time undressing, casually discarding his worn clothes onto the nightstand. Not wanting to keep him waiting, Ophilia also removed her semi-transparent robe that partially concealed her lingerie.

Turning her attention to the young man who was already sitting on the bed, she noticed the same intimidating look from earlier, as if he were sizing her up.

The familiarity of that look stirred fear within Ophilia, as it reminded her of a sadistic client from her past. Memories of enduring a night of pain and suffering left her anxious. She could barely move the next day because of the bruises that were scattered throughout her body.

Yet, she understood her duty as a slave, orders were to be followed. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she approached him, standing before him as he spread his legs and leaned back  his outstretched arms resting on the bed.

Facing his impressive cock, Ophilia was taken aback. It was substantial even in its flaccid state. Carefully, she took it in her hand and started stroking it gently, feeling it slowly come to life under her touch. It was a bit dry, so she moistened it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth.

With the tip of his cock between her lips, she sucked and teased it, using her tongue to wrap around it sensually. The young man's response was immediate; he grew hard in her mouth, appearing to be fully erect.

'It's too big,' Ophilia thought, finding it challenging to fit all of him into her mouth after so many years without doing so. Undeterred, she continued to pleasure him, licking the tip while skillfully caressing his balls.

Interrupting her, the young man stood up and said, "That's enough. Put your hands on the bed and spread your legs."

Following his command, Ophilia stood up, leaning forward with her hands on the bed, exposing herself completely. Her thin panties offered little resistance as he pulled them aside and slid his hard cock inside her.

"Ahh..." she gasped, feeling a slight discomfort as he filled her completely. She wasn't aroused yet, making the initial penetration a bit painful.

But the young man seemed unfazed by her sore groan. He held onto her waist firmly and began a series of repetitive movements, thrusting deeply and pulling back.

As he continued his rhythmic motions, Ophilia couldn't help but feel each thrust pushing the tip of his cock deep inside her. The sensations were intense, and the pain started to blend with pleasure as her arousal grew.

After years of encountering countless strangers, the sensation of engaging in sex with someone she didn't know was no longer foreign to Ophilia. Even if it wasn't what she wanted, she had grown accustomed to the touch of unfamiliar hands on her skin.

The room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of his groin hitting her ass cheeks, and with each movement, the wetness between her legs increased. The young man's cock hit all the right spots, making her moan with a mix of pleasure and desire.

Despite the initial discomfort, Ophilia found herself craving more, her body eagerly responding to his every touch. The young man's relentless thrusts drove her wild, and she felt a warm and pleasant sensation building inside her.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, whether it was because the young man was skilled or simply because it had been so long since she experienced such carnal pleasure. But whatever it was, she was starting to enjoy herself.

It didn't take long before the young man held her firmly and pushed his hips against her ass, releasing everything inside her. Feeling the warm sensation fill her, Ophilia had a thought.

'This feeling is wonderful... Strangely, I'm feeling comfortable with him... I haven't felt this way in a while...'

Despite spending several years working as a prostitute and experiencing pleasure, she never felt mentally comfortable during those encounters. It was always a duty, a necessity for survival. But now, with this young man, something felt different. She had an overwhelming desire to continue with him.

The young man let out a slight sigh and said, "You're better than I expected. You're giving me such a pleasant feeling."

"Thank you," Ophilia replied, surprised by his praise.

'Even though I just stood there doing nothing...'

After the young man released her waist, she felt his semen could drip out at any moment. As she pondered what to do next, he tenderly took her in his arms, carrying her like a princess to the bed, where she lay on her back. As he carried her, she noticed a change in his expression.

'He looks kinder and more relaxed now, not as intimidating as before.'

Strangely, she felt a sense of familiarity, but quickly dismissed it since it was their first meeting.

Lost in thought, she belatedly realized that the young man had already removed her panties and was now between her legs, preparing for another round of pleasure. Though a bit late, she smiled at him and used her hands to open her pussy lips.

Without hesitation, the young man positioned himself between her thighs, letting his dick fall over her clit. He rubbed it gently before thrusting it back inside, making her moan with pleasure.

"This feels amazingly strange..." the young man said, moving his hips.

Caught in the moment, Ophilia encouraged him, “Thrust harder deep inside me.”

Stimulated by her words, the young man's movements intensified. He pulled back to the tip and pushed it deep, the thin piece of remaining lingerie unable to contain her bouncing breasts.

'It's better than before...'

Feeling the young man's cock reaching her uterus, Ophilia moaned louder, which seemed to excite him even more. With the intense movements, the sexy lingerie bra couldn't withstand the pressure and freed Ophilia's breasts, letting them bounce freely.

Trying to feel him more, she placed her hands on the young man's defined abdomen, enjoying the rhythm and the pleasure he was giving her.

'For some reason, I'm feeling an inexplicable pleasure... I don’t understand, why does this feeling feel so familiar?'

Amid pleasure, the young man kissed her neck and slowly went down until reaching her breasts. After enjoying them gently for a moment, he gripped them tightly and sucked them hard.

"Oh, yes... That feels so good..."

She hugged the young man's head against her breasts, savoring the sensation.

Seeming to have liked this position, the young man continued it for a while until he suddenly hugged her and thrust his hips impetuously.

"Uhmmmm... Yeah… Push harder..."

Ophilia was captivated by the pleasure she hadn't experienced in so long.

'This feels incredible... His cock wriggles and burns inside me.'

Feeling that she was about to reach the pinnacle of pleasure, Ophilia used her legs to fasten the young man's waist.

'Why do I feel this way? Has sex always been so good?’

'Just a little more and I'll come...'

But contrary to her expectations, at that moment, the young man let everything out inside her again.

“Arhhhh…”

'Even though I didn't come, feeling his warmth flowing inside me is still so good...'

"You are really amazing." The young man said, still inside her.

"Should I say thank you?" She replied with a smile, spreading her legs as the young man lay down beside her.

'I never felt this way with anyone else... Maybe we have good compatibility?’

Feeling a bit confused about her own feelings, she curiously looked at the young man, who was already gazing back at her.

He seemed so different now, much more relaxed and with a kind, loving face compared to before.

'He even looks like a totally different person from before.'

As their eyes met, the young man reached out and gently caressed her head.

His touch filled Ophilia with an indescribable sense of comfort. She closed her eyes and basked in that feeling.

'It feels so comforting... Like all my worries have disappeared.'

'Could I be falling in love?'

But she quickly brushed off the thought.

'I must be just feeling needy...'

The young man continued to stroke her, moving to her ears. As she opened her eyes again, a nostalgic sensation washed over her.

It was as if she had seen him before, but this was clearly their first meeting. She prided herself on having an excellent memory, and she was sure she would remember meeting someone like him.

'Yet this feeling he gives me is so familiar...'

The more she looked at him, the more an inexplicable desire to give herself to him grew within her.

No longer resisting, she kissed him passionately, as if there was no tomorrow. At first, he seemed surprised, but he soon embraced her tightly and returned her passionate kiss.

And with that, they embarked on another round of passionate love.

***

The next morning, Ophilia woke up to find the young man from the previous night stroking her hair.

'I thought it was all just a dream...'

'Why do I feel so comfortable with him?'

'It's like I already know him...'

'And why does he look at me with such affection?'

'I don't understand... I don't understand myself...'

As she observed him for a moment, she noticed that the young man's cock was showing his morning power.

'Even after everything we did last night, he still has so much energy... Since we probably won't meet again, maybe we could do a little more.'

Deciding to break the silence, she greeted him. "Morning!"

As if waking from a trance, the young man replied, "Good morning! Hm... I know it's a little late for that, but my name is Sian, what's yours?"

"Ophilia."

"Ophilia... That's a good name. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," she said as her hand went down to his morning excitement. "You woke up pretty excited, want to pick up where we left off?"

"I'd love to," he said with a dazzling smile.

As she was feeling immediately happy, Sian's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured into her head.

"But unfortunately I still have a few things to do, and we can't keep... Errr... what was his name again? Bodo, Borbo... Balbo?" Sian asked.

"Badonis," she reminded him.

Although disappointed that they couldn't continue, Ophilia understood there was nothing she could do.

"Yeah yeah, that's it, we can't keep him waiting that long. After all, we used his room last night," Sian said.

As she got up from the bed, she suggested, "He's very greedy and avaricious. With the amount you paid, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you spent more time."

Wearing the gray tunic the maid had prepared, Ophilia couldn't help but think, 'That's not normal from me... being attracted to someone just because we had a nice sex together... and I even spoke ill of Mr. Badonis to him…'

At that moment, Sian asked, "Do you have plans to keep working here?"

Caught off guard, she didn't know how to answer. "In case you don't, what do you think of coming with me?" Sian continued.

Even more surprised and a little happy with the second question, she composed herself and replied, "It's not like I plan to keep working here... but I'm a slave, so it's not up to me..."

"I see," Sian said, looking a little disappointed. "In that case, there's not much to do."

Though she didn't show it on her face, Ophilia felt a pang of disappointment that he gave up on her so easily.

'What is this? Why do I feel so weird?... I feel a tightness in my heart, like a sense of loss...'

'I think I've felt that before I became a slave, could it be love?'

'Am I in love?...'

'To think that this would happen to me again at my age. And on top of that, he's a customer who's much younger than me... I can't believe this...'

Sighing, she gave up trying to understand what was going on and decided to bury that feeling deep in her heart. After all, even if she was really in love, it wasn't a love that could be reciprocated. She was just a slave who worked as a prostitute and had no say in her own life.

After dressing, they both left the room and met Badonis outside, where Sian showered her with compliments about the night they had. Though it was just about how good it was, she still felt happy.

When Sian said he was leaving, a huge tightness in her heart returned, along with an even greater feeling of loss. Despite that, she did her best to maintain her composure.

But in an unexpected turn of events, Sian bought her, and whether she would be happy or unhappy with him, only fate would know the answer.