Ilya was lost in thought, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he tried to focus on the task at hand. The clacking of the keys was the only sound in the room, save for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. He didn't even notice when Lilith entered the room, her body on full display as she stretched languidly.
"You're such a nerd, Ilya," she teased, ruffling his hair as she passed by. He glanced up at her, taking in the curve of her hips and the way her blonde hair cascaded down her back. He felt a familiar pang of jealousy as he took in her beauty. It wasn't fair, he thought. Why couldn't he be more like her?
Just then, Matvey arrived. Lilith introduced him to Ilya, and the younger man couldn't help but feel inadequate in comparison. Matvey was confident, handsome, and charming. Ilya felt like a mouse next to a lion.
As the night wore on, Ilya could hear the sounds of Lilith and Matvey's lovemaking coming from Lilith's room. He tried to focus on his work, but the sounds were too distracting. He felt a mix of jealousy and arousal as he listened to them, his mind wandering to thoughts he knew he shouldn't be having.
Eventually, Lilith called out to him, asking him to bring them drinks. He obeyed, feeling like a servant as he scurried to do her bidding. After they finished, Lilith and Matvey entered the shower, leaving Ilya to clean up the bedroom. He felt humiliated, but there was also a strange thrill to it all.
As he listened in on their shower session, he felt like a voyeur. He knew he shouldn't be listening, but he couldn't help himself. He felt a stirring in his pants as he imagined what they were doing, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.
When they were finished, Lilith summoned him to the bathroom, ordering him to wash Matvey's feet. Ilya complied, feeling both disgusted and excited by the request. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he couldn't bring himself to refuse Lilith.
Afterwards, Lilith sent him to bed, leaving him to clean up and reflect on his new role in the household. He felt both humiliated and excited for what was to come.
The next morning, Ilya woke up early to prepare breakfast for his mother and Matvey. He entered the kitchen, only to find Lilith and Matvey already there, half-dressed and playfully fighting over the morning paper.
"Morning, Ilya," Lilith said, not bothering to look up from the paper. "Don't just stand there, make us some breakfast."
Ilya tried to avoid eye contact as he served them, feeling like a servant in his own home.
After breakfast, Lilith ordered Ilya to pleasure her and Matvey orally. He obeyed, feeling like a slave to their desires. As he finished, Lilith and Matvey left for the day, leaving Ilya alone in the house.
He was left to clean up and reflect on his new role in the household. He felt both humiliated and excited for what was to come. This was his new life, and he wasn't sure if he could handle it. But he knew he couldn't refuse Lilith, no matter what she asked of him.
He was her servant, her slave, her plaything. And he would do anything to make her happy.
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