Volume 3 Chapter 18 The Struggles And Training Of The Slave Girl
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”W-well… I’m tired…” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.
It was strange. Even though the sun hadn’t reached its peak yet, I’d already been through four rounds of… intense moments this morning. The last time had been part of the life-sharing rite—a powerful, draining ritual. My body felt light, almost empty, as if both my strength and desire had been wrung out completely.
But even so—
”Yeah… still not enough,” I whispered to myself, letting out a low sigh.
My body remained restless. It had to be the lingering effects of the life-bonding magic. The pull hadn’t faded. If anything, it was still smoldering deep in my chest.
Vera lay beside me, her breathing slow and peaceful, a faint smile on her lips as she slept. Her expression was flushed with satisfaction, her cheeks still pink, her fingers twitching now and then like she was dreaming.
Looking at her made something dangerous stir inside me again.
The urge to reach for her, to hold her close and drown in that warmth one more time—it clawed at me. But… she was asleep. And far too young to be pushed any further.
I clenched my fists, fighting back the storm rising inside me.
”…No,” I said quietly, standing and turning away. “Not like this.”
Even if I was barely holding on, it wasn’t right to act on those urges now. She needed rest, not more from me. I glanced at the door, wondering briefly if Lena might help ease this need—but no. That felt wrong too. She wasn’t just someone to use. She was precious to me, a true partner. And I had to respect that.
Manners. Even between people close enough to share a bed, they still mattered.
Still struggling with my thoughts, I opened the door.
”Sir S-Soyuz…”
A voice called out weakly.
There, just outside, Lena sat slumped on the floor, her face red and streaked with tears. Her body trembled, and her hands were… moving awkwardly between her legs.
* * *
”Lena?” I asked, stunned, stepping forward.
She was completely bare, sitting on the cold floor without a hint of shame. Her legs were spread, her eyes dazed, her breathing shallow. The floor beneath her was damp, and her fingers hadn’t stopped.
”Master…” Lena said softly, her eyes lowering. “Lena is… such a bad slave…”
Tears slipped down her cheeks as her voice trembled. Yet despite the sadness in her tone, her body still moved, caught in a rhythm she couldn’t seem to stop.
I crouched beside her, trying to keep my voice gentle.
”Why are you doing this, Lena? Are you hurt? Did something happen?”
Even though the scene was deeply suggestive, what really shook me was the pain behind her eyes. This wasn’t just about desire. Something else was going on.
Normally, Lena was strange in her own way, yes—but never like this.
As I watched, her sobs grew louder.
”I heard everything… the sounds from inside… Soyuz-sama’s warmth, your kindness… it reached me…”
Her voice cracked. She looked up at me, her lips trembling.
”…And it made Lena feel so happy… and so alone…”
She began to cry openly now, her shoulders shaking as she clutched her arms around herself.
”Wait, did I do something? Did I scare you?” I asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She shook her head fiercely in my arms.
”No… it’s not your fault… it’s me…” Lena whispered. “You’re such a wonderful person, and still… I acted so terribly…”
Her voice was a broken whisper, full of guilt she couldn’t contain. I held her tighter, still unsure what had driven her to this state.
* * *
After some time, her breathing slowed, and she finally began to speak clearly.
”I… I heard how kind you were to that girl,” Lena said, her fingers twisting in her lap. “I know she’s already fallen for you. Who wouldn’t? You held her so gently… so tenderly…”
Her voice faded to a whisper again.
”…Then why are you crying?” I asked quietly.
Lena bit her lip, her eyes watery, but she looked straight at me.
”Because I… I asked you to do it. I told you to be kind to her. But while I listened from outside… I got jealous. So much that it hurt.”
She shook her head, choking on her own words.
”I started wondering why I wasn’t the one there with you… I got scared that you’d never look at me again…”
Her breathing hitched, and tears poured freely now.
”But even as I cried… my body wouldn’t stop reacting. Listening to your voice, your kindness… it made me feel so warm inside…”
Her hand pressed against her chest as she spoke.
”My heart ached, but I couldn’t stop myself. I just kept thinking… why wasn’t it me?”
She shifted slightly, her gaze falling, and slowly leaned back, sitting further from me, but not looking away.
”This is what I’ve become,” she whispered. “A shameless slave… who couldn’t stop herself even when it hurt.”
With trembling hands, she placed them in her lap again, her legs folding softly underneath her.
”I touched myself… while thinking about you… while listening to you… and I couldn’t stop…”
Her cheeks burned red as she looked at me through tear-blurred eyes.
”I wanted to be close to you… I wanted to be the one in your arms…”
Her voice cracked again as she reached her limit.
”I’m sorry… so sorry…”
And then, with a sharp breath, she trembled all over, her body locking up from the tension that had built too high to hold.
”Ahhh… master… I…”
Her voice trailed off as she fell forward, her head resting in her arms, shaking from quiet sobs.
I didn’t say anything.
Not because I didn’t want to. But because I couldn’t. There was so much pain and longing wrapped in her voice that it silenced everything else in me.
* * *
A few moments passed.
Then, weakly, she lifted her head and gave me a tiny smile.
”Hehe… look, master… this foolish slave even embarrassed herself like this…”
And from beneath her, something trickled faintly against the floor.
A soft sound, like water, echoing in the silence.
”…Hehe… I even… peed a little, too…”
The last of the drops fell, and Lena sat still, her shoulders rising and falling as she caught her breath. She looked up at me again, a little embarrassed, a little proud.
”…I’m really the worst, aren’t I?”
But I could only sit there in silence, watching her—this complicated, beautiful, broken girl—struggling with a heart that felt too much.
”Such a foolish and sloppy slave… you don’t need me anymore, right? A replacement has come… please, throw me away…”
Her eyes looked hollow again, just like the first time we met.
Even so, Lena smiled at me.
Really…
She’s such a mess.
I could tell. She must’ve gotten upset with herself.
After telling me to “hold that girl,” she saw it actually happen—then hated herself for feeling jealous.
Honestly…
How foolish.
How selfish.
How… cute.
”Lena,” I said coldly, calling her name.
”Yes…” she answered softly, her voice trembling. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but that empty smile still clung to her face.
I stepped closer, lifting her chin with my fingers—firmly, but gently, careful not to hurt her.
”I’m more selfish than you think,” I said, eyes locked on hers. “Just because another girl showed up, you want to throw yourself away? That’s a waste. I won’t allow it. Instead…”
Still holding her face, I leaned in, speaking with a calm but freezing tone.
”I’ll make sure you never say anything that stupid again. I’ll teach you… properly. Understood?”
For the first time, I called her “you.”
Even after hearing that—
Lena didn’t answer.
Her body trembled.
Then—
Ssshhhhh…
”…Again…?” I muttered under my breath.
Lena’s face twisted between crying and smiling. “Lena’s body… it’s broken… please… punish me, Master…” she whispered.
She shook all over, eyes cloudy with tears, lips curled in strange delight.
She was waiting for me.
That was it.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
”Lena!” I shouted, lifting her in my arms from the puddle on the floor. “Fine! I’ll punish you! I’ll show you exactly what kind of master I am!”
I placed her on the mat, her body limp and warm. Grabbing both her legs, I opened them roughly—but not to hurt her. She was soaked from earlier, and even now her body still trembled under my touch.
”Ahh! Master!” she squeaked, face going red. “That’s dirty! That’s where—”
”Quiet,” I cut her off, voice sharp. “You don’t get to talk back.”
She gasped.
Then I leaned in, brushing my cheek near hers, pressing my hand to her chest to feel her racing heart. My lips hovered just above her skin, but I didn’t go further.
The scent of her filled my head—something faintly sweet, and strangely addictive.
A heat burned inside me that words couldn’t reach.
Was this… really happening?
Was she really like this only for me?
She was mine.
That thought alone twisted something deep inside my chest.
I touched her gently, slowly, letting her reactions guide me. My fingers traced her side, her back, her arms—every place trembling beneath the surface. She arched her body with each movement, unable to stop herself.
”Master… forgive me… I was wrong…” she said between gasps, voice cracking.
I didn’t answer.
I just held her tighter.
With one last flick of my hand, I made her body shudder again.
”Turn over,” I told her. “On your stomach. Face away from me.”
She hesitated only a second. “Y-Yes… Master…”
Then, slowly, she obeyed—pressing her chest down flat and lifting her hips, her back arched like an offering.
My hands rested on her lower back. She flinched at my touch.
”I… I’m ready,” she whispered, voice faint. “Please… teach this foolish slave…”
Before she finished, I moved.
Her voice cracked into a sharp cry.
”Nyaaah!”
Her whole body tensed up, back arching harder, arms gripping the mat.
I didn’t stop. My movements were steady and hard, each one hitting deep inside her soul, shaking her thoughts apart.
”Ahh…! Ahn…! Ma…ster…!”
Words slipped out of her mouth like pieces of broken glass.
She couldn’t form full thoughts anymore.
All she could do was respond with her body, clinging to me.
I held her waist as she tried to pull away—but I didn’t let her go.
Thmp! Thmp! Thmp!
The room filled with the sound of our bodies moving together, like thunder pounding through the floor. I leaned over her, speaking between heavy breaths.
”Listen, Lena! I’ll never let you go! I don’t care how many cute girls are around! I don’t care how many other slaves I get! I don’t care how many women I hold—you’re the one! You are number one! Understand!?”
Lena couldn’t say anything—only her body answered.
Her back twisted, her fingers dug into the mat, and a new warmth spilled between us.
”Do! You! Get! It!?”
Each word slammed down like a hammer, and with one last slap to her backside—Smack!—her body jolted hard.
”I get it! I get it! I was wrong!” she cried out, voice full of tears. “Lena was bad… ahh!”
She shook violently, her body giving in completely, holding me like she never wanted to let go.
”Good…” I whispered, tightening my arms around her.
”This is the last one. The final punishment. Let’s see if you can handle it.”
I pushed myself as far as I could go, burying my face into the back of her shoulder, hands holding her chest. Her heartbeat throbbed in my palms.
Our hips met—firmly, completely.
”Aahh! I submit! I submit!!” she screamed, voice breaking with joy.
And just like that, I reached my limit.
Everything poured out of me, burning with every pulse.
Throb. Throb.
It wasn’t much. Just a little… but it was everything I had.
”Aaaaahhh!”
Lena cried out with me, voice flying high and raw. Her body clung to me like it would never let go, squeezing me tight with every breath.
And then… silence.
In the stillness, I collapsed onto her back, barely able to breathe.
”Re…na… suki… da…” I whispered.
And right after I said that—
She passed out, just like that.
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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