Volume 1 Chapter 11 The Resurrection Of The Brown Girl 2️⃣
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”As I said yesterday,” I began, keeping my tone calm, “Life Sharing is a type of magic that uses my blood as a medium.”
”Yes,” Lena replied with a small nod.
”There are actually many forms of magic that use blood, and to be honest, I never gave it much thought. I always assumed it was just one of those standard things. That was… until yesterday.”
”Y-yes…”
Lena looked a little confused at the sudden turn into a magical explanation, but her eyes stayed focused. She was taking me seriously. And that alone told me I had to explain everything carefully.
Because what I’m about to try… isn’t something I’ve ever attempted. Not once. It goes beyond ordinary healing magic.
”Yesterday, when you, um… received part of me, the healing effect was far stronger than expected,” I continued, hesitating just slightly. “I believe it’s because semen holds even more of my life essence than blood. And since Life Sharing magic grows more powerful when my blood is applied directly to the injury, then perhaps…”
Lena didn’t interrupt. She simply listened, quiet and attentive, though a faint crease of confusion formed between her brows. Even so, she didn’t waver. She still believed in me.
…But what I’m about to say might put that trust at risk.
”So… I was thinking,” I said, forcing the words out with a dry throat, “what if I applied that essence directly to the wound? Especially to the area that’s hardest to heal…”
Her left eye.
That was the deepest of her injuries. I wanted to help. To restore what she had lost. But the method I’m suggesting… it’s humiliating. Even imagining it made my chest tighten.
She’s likely endured terrible things before. I can’t even guess how many times she’s been treated like less than a person. And now, I’m suggesting something that could remind her of those moments. That could reduce her to nothing more than a vessel again.
This might be the moment her trust in me is truly tested… or broken.
”I know this probably won’t be pleasant,” I said, my voice low, “but… if you’re willing…”
”Please,” Lena said immediately, her voice calm and unwavering. “I’m happy to do whatever you think is best, Master.”
My breath caught in my throat.
”H-huh? Really…?”
”If Master believes this is the most effective way, I will gladly accept anything,” she replied with a serene smile. Her expression was so composed, so pure, it left me speechless.
It was as though she didn’t even hesitate.
”B-but… I’m saying I’ll be putting it on your face, you know? That’s… that’s not something people are usually okay with.”
”Why would Lena be upset about receiving Master’s essence?” she asked gently. “If anything, I’m only disappointed I can’t accept it with my mouth.”
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
She tilted her head, her eyes filled with quiet sincerity, as though she couldn’t understand what I was worried about.
…Has she really come to trust me that much?
”T-then… shall we begin? Lena… you’ll accept this, right?”
”Yes,” she said, bowing her head. “I accept. I am deeply grateful for your kindness to a slave like me… my master.”
She bowed again, her expression filled with genuine gratitude.
Even though I’m about to—
* * *
I sat at the edge of the bed, shoulders tense. My hands rested on my knees, unsure of what to do with themselves.
Lena was kneeling in front of me, her bangs pinned neatly away from her face. Between my parted legs, she sat calmly, her back straight and posture respectful. Her gaze was steady as she looked up at me.
Naturally, the proof of my arousal was exposed before her.
”Master,” she said softly, her eyes filled with resolve. “I will do my best… so please, grant me your power.”
Her tone was gentle, reverent, but her expression held something more—an almost innocent joy, like a child given a precious gift, or an adventurer discovering treasure.
”U-uh… please take care of me,” I said, bowing my head slightly despite myself.
I was stiff. Not just physically. This was only the second time something like this had happened, and I still hadn’t grown used to the feeling of being so exposed in front of her.
Seeing my hesitation, Lena smiled warmly and whispered, “Excuse me.”
Without another word, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth in one smooth motion.
”Fuaaah…”
Her warmth surrounded me completely, and I couldn’t stop the sound that slipped from my lips. She seemed pleased with my reaction, her eyes narrowing gently as she began to move.
Her tongue slowly wrapped around me, her motions deliberate and controlled. But more than the physical sensation, it was the strange comfort that overwhelmed me. A warmth that sank deeper than my skin—like she was gently holding my very soul.
”Ah… Lena… that feels… really good. Thank you…”
I met her eyes, and in that moment, something passed between us.
A soft moan escaped her lips as our gazes locked. She trembled slightly, then slowly pulled away, her face flushed and breath a little unsteady.
”I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking away. “When you said those kind words just now… I…”
”Huh?”
”I don’t know why… but I felt so happy that I started… leaking again.”
”Leaking…?”
”Lena, stand up for a moment,” I said softly.
”Y-Yes…” she replied, obediently rising to her feet with a quiet nod.
As she stood, the delicate curve of her youthful form came into view, and I noticed a subtle glimmer between her thighs—a clear trail sliding gently down her skin.
…She’s already reacting. Even though she was just tending to me…
Lena looked up at me with the expression of a child bracing for scolding, uncertain and vulnerable. Wanting to ease her worries, I smiled gently and said, “It’s okay. That’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s not like you’re peeing. Girls… their bodies respond like this when they’re feeling good.”
I kept my voice calm, trying to reassure her.
”Is that so…?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes blinking in surprise.
”That’s how it is,” I nodded, scratching my cheek with slight awkwardness. “Well, I’ve only heard about it, though.”
”Has this ever happened to you before?”
”…Yes,” she said quietly, voice trembling. “Until I met my master, being touched like this was only pain to me. I was treated like an object. If I made even a small mistake, they would beat me or kick me. Sometimes… they would even pour urine over me afterward…”
Her voice shook, but she continued with a strange, bittersweet smile—caught between tears and relief.
”Only my master is different,” she murmured. “You’re the only one who ever praised me kindly. The only one I’ve ever wanted to serve… from the bottom of my heart.”
She looked up at me with that fragile smile, and I felt the weight of her past press into my chest.
”Moreover… by receiving my master’s… essence, I can heal. My body, my wounds… they feel warmth instead of pain. Being able to repay you, and to be healed in return, it feels like a dream come true. So if my body is reacting… it’s only natural.”
Her voice was soft, but carried the strength of someone who had found something to believe in.
”…Yeah,” I said, smiling back. “If it feels good for me too, then we’re both gaining something. Lena… may I ask you to continue?”
”Yes!” she answered, her eyes lighting up.
She knelt again and gently placed her hand on me. As if offering a kiss, her lips brushed the tip with careful reverence, tracing a soft line of warmth.
”Please, Master… allow Lena to make you feel good,” she whispered. “Let me receive your seed.”
Her right hand gripped me gently, beginning to move with slow, practiced rhythm. Her left cupped the tip, massaging with deliberate care.
”Ahh…” I exhaled sharply as a wave of pleasure hit me. Her hands moved with purpose, soft yet confident, as if this act was something sacred to her.
”Master’s shape… it’s strong, yet so gentle…” she whispered, her voice trembling with affection. “I… I love it…”
Her hands moved gracefully, her expression full of quiet devotion. I could feel every stroke, every gentle twist, far surpassing anything I’d ever felt on my own.
Compared to my own touch… this is on another level. Her fingers were so light, so warm… like they carried emotion with each movement. Sometimes she’d squeeze, sometimes release, always adjusting like she could read my reactions perfectly.
Her left hand shifted, forming a ring with her thumb and index finger, twisting at just the right angle, while her right hand kept a steady rhythm.
It didn’t take long before the pressure in my core began to rise.
”Lena… I’m close… I’m going to—!”
”Yes! Please!” she urged, her voice full of yearning. “Give it to Lena!”
She sped up, her right hand moving faster. Her left moved to gently cup beneath me. Her eyes closed, lips parted in anticipation as she leaned in.
”Ahh… I’m—!!”
With a cry, I felt release explode from within me. A hot rush surged forward—too fast to control.
A single strand landed directly across her face, painting her cheek and near her eye in pale white.
Lena didn’t flinch. She accepted it with calm grace, eyes still closed, as if receiving something precious.
As the overwhelming pleasure drained me, I clenched my jaw and forced myself to remain conscious.
”Hnn… ngh…”
My body trembled, but I stayed upright. When I looked down, Lena was still kneeling before me, her skin marked by the result.
”Aaahhh!?”
She gasped aloud, voice rising with something between joy and shock. Her entire body trembled as if something inside had burst. Her scar shimmered with a faint glow, as though the light within her had been reignited.
”Ah… ah… hus… husshun..”
Her breath was ragged. Still shaking, she reached out and clung to me, both eyes wide open, tears streaming down her face.
Then, as if the tension had finally broken, her body gave out.
She collapsed into my arms, unconscious.
* * *
”There we go… phew.”
I exhaled slowly, lifting her gently and carrying her over to the bed. Her light frame felt like it had exhausted all its strength.
I laid her down carefully.
She hadn’t wet herself this time. She really had done her best.
I climbed into bed as well. It was a narrow single, but we squeezed in close, her head resting softly on my chest. Her small body fit neatly into my arms, like she belonged there.
”By the way…” I muttered, glancing down at her peaceful face.
”…It really works, huh?”
Her expression was completely different now—soft, glowing, almost childlike. That grim look she always wore had vanished, leaving behind only light.
There wasn’t even a shadow of the girl from earlier.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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