Volume 3 Chapter 4 Interlude： The Morning Of A Certain Slave
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Every morning, just waking up like this fills me with happiness.
Of course, that’s because I’m held close by my beloved master, Sir Soyuz. Quite literally so.
My head rests gently against his chest, wrapped securely in both of his arms. He sleeps so peacefully like that.
Last night… I was pushed to my limit. So much that I don’t even remember the end. I must’ve fainted in his embrace.
And yet, even my weak self—he still pulled me close and held me gently until the very end.
Such kindness… from someone so noble.
To think a mere slave like me would be treated with such warmth—it must mean his heart is truly sacred.
I, Lena, the girl picked up by a man like Sir Soyuz… is surely the happiest slave in the world.
And of course, such a lucky slave must act accordingly.
I won’t allow myself to just bask in his kindness. No, I must show it through action.
”Then,” I whispered, already up and moving.
After all, everyone knows what a slave girl’s job is in the early morning—
To serve her master, of course.
In this case, it means quietly waking him with affection.
Sir Soyuz’s breathing is slow and steady, his arms still gently around me.
I press a soft kiss to his chest with the deepest devotion, then slowly begin to slip out from his hold.
Even though my body still aches a little from last night, I can’t waste a second.
There, standing boldly before me, was the symbol of my beloved’s desire.
”Ah… so beautiful…” I murmured, my heart fluttering with affection.
It captivates me, as always.
Without thinking, my cheek brushes against it gently.
The faint scent from the night before still lingers—his warmth, my own, everything mixed together.
It’s something I should find embarrassing… but instead, it wraps around my senses like a dream I never want to wake from.
”Good morning, Sir Soyuz,” I whispered softly. “You’re strong as ever today. I’m so glad.”
This is our daily ritual, a quiet promise between us.
And as I draw closer to serve him, a strange joy wells up from deep inside me.
This isn’t about me—this is all for Sir Soyuz. His comfort comes first. His happiness is everything.
Even the smallest reaction—just a soft tremble—feels like a reward.
Looking back, I’ve been used by many. But Sir Soyuz… he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to serve.
The only one whose presence alone fills me with joy.
The only one whose approval makes my heart flutter.
That’s proof, isn’t it? That Sir Soyuz is special. That he’s the one for me.
With careful reverence, I continue. I move slowly, gently, savoring every moment.
If I move too fast, he might wake up.
No… I want his morning to start calm and peaceful, guided by warmth.
His body stirs slightly.
”Mmm… mmph…”
He’s waking up.
The sound of his voice… so tender… it sends waves of joy through me.
And when he murmurs my name—
”Lena… Lena…”
It’s too much. My heart nearly bursts.
I want to cry. To scream with happiness.
But I hold it in. This moment isn’t about me. It’s about giving him the best possible morning.
I keep going, steady and loving, pouring every ounce of feeling into my touch.
I want him to feel good, to open his eyes with a smile.
Because this… this is the only thing I can offer as a useless little slave.
Not desires. Not pride. Just quiet, unwavering devotion.
”My apologies… Yes,” I whispered, lowering my head. “It’s time for your morning service.”
Now that Sir Soyuz was stirring awake, I could begin properly. I had to give my best.
Until now, I’d only been preparing. Soft touches. Gentle affection. Just the beginning.
But now, I poured my full heart into it—each motion, each breath, full of devotion, focused on his comfort.
”Lena… mm… Lena…”
His sleepy voice called out to me, low and sweet, sending ripples through my chest.
Sir Soyuz reached out and began stroking my head, his fingers tender and warm.
The gesture… it felt like a reward. As if he was telling me I’d done well.
I let out a quiet breath, trembling slightly.
I’ll try even harder, Sir Soyuz.
I’ll give everything I have to please you.
”Ahh… that’s good… Lena… I love you. I love you so much…”
”…!”
My whole body froze.
Did I hear that right?
He said he loves me.
He said he loves me—!
My heart pounded in my chest. It felt like it might burst.
I wanted to shout it back, to say I loved him too. That I loved him more than anything in the world.
That I adored him, treasured him, worshipped him.
But right now, my mouth was too full of service to speak.
So instead, I let my actions convey everything. My love. My gratitude. My soul.
I poured it all into every touch, every movement, every bit of warmth I offered him.
”Ah… Lena… it feels so good…”
His fingers brushed through my hair. “Can I… release?”
Sir Soyuz’s voice was soft, longing.
He was asking for permission. From someone like me.
My heart throbbed.
Yes…
Please, Sir Soyuz.
Let it all go.
Let your warmth flow into me. Let this foolish, useless slave know the joy of bringing you relief.
Tears began to gather in the corners of my eyes.
I nodded, once, twice, offering everything I had.
Even as the air in my lungs began to run thin, I didn’t stop. This was what I lived for.
To receive his gift. His praise. His love.
”Lena! I’m… I’m going to—Lenaaa!”
He called my name as he reached his peak.
And in that moment, a rush of warmth flooded into me.
”Mm… chuu… nn…”
I held him close, helping him until the end, savoring every second.
Each pulse of warmth was like a blessing. A sacred offering from the man I loved most.
He moved slightly, his hips trembling.
And even as I tried not to cry from the overwhelming joy, I felt my whole body tingle with emotion.
I swallowed gently, accepting everything.
Even though it was hard to let go, even though every part of me wanted to hold on forever, I knew I had to finish with dignity.
After a final soft kiss, I raised my head and whispered, “Good morning, Sir Soyuz. How was your rest?”
His golden eyes, still half-lidded with sleep, looked down at me kindly.
”Good morning, Lena. It felt wonderful. Thank you.”
His palm touched my cheek.
Warmth.
Gentleness.
That alone—just that single touch—was enough to send a rush of pleasure through me.
My body trembled.
”Ah… th-thank… you…”
I couldn’t stop it.
My hips quivered, my whole frame shaken by the joy of being loved.
All because Sir Soyuz caressed my cheek.
Yes… this is happiness.
This is what it means to serve someone with your whole heart.
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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