Volume 2 Chapter 27 The Brown-skinned Beautiful Sisters Make Themselves The Teaching Material ★
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Ranka-san and her older sister, Marina-san, arrived at my room precisely on schedule.
”Welcome, both of you… Are you really dressed like this?”
The two women wore slave collars. Though their lower halves were modestly covered, their upper bodies were bare.
Ranka-san’s toned figure and Marina-san’s more voluptuous form were fully visible. Magical adornments, embedded in their collars and piercings, shimmered faintly under the lamplight—a symbolic display of their roles, and unsettling in its intensity.
Given the late hour, others might still be walking the hallways. When I pointed this out, Ranka-san replied calmly:
”This attire is customary for slaves visiting their master at night. Our apologies—we forgot that some masters prefer discretion.”
Her tone was even, yet carried a composed authority. I recalled earlier today when the slaves I had purchased were clothed on arrival, though I’d heard some were escorted in completely exposed.
Apparently, for some, stripping them of dignity was part of the process—breaking resistance to instill obedience. Ranka-san, speaking from experience, seemed to accept this as part of her reality.
”If it pleases you, Master,” she said, bowing slightly, “I could begin with a formal initiation, then offer my sister’s support afterward.”
”That’s fine by me. But are you sure? It’s your first time, and this won’t be a private moment.”
”Yes. If I may, Master, I’d like to offer a word of advice.”
Her gaze was steady—earnest and clear. I nodded for her to speak.
Ranka-san knelt, her forehead touching the floor in humility before she began.
”We know Takumi-sama to be a kind man. Your kindness has reached us today and in the past. That kindness will inspire loyalty, and we are prepared to serve you wholeheartedly—even to the end of our lives.”
Her voice trembled slightly at the edges, though she remained composed. Then, she added with gentle insistence:
”However… we are not ordinary people anymore. Slavery magic means that even unwilling obedience can be forced. Captive or criminal slaves… our lives are not our own. If a slave errs, punishment falls upon the master to correct it.”
I understood. Especially among female captives, fates could be harsh. Political captives were sometimes given different treatment under treaties or religious expectations—but not always.
”For your kindness to endure, you must at times be cruel, Takumi-sama. I ask you—tonight, treat me not as Ranka, but only as a slave. Show me no mercy. If I resist, discipline me. Use my sister, too, and bring the other captives to submission through us. Please.”
Her words were heavy, but delivered with conviction. Beside her, Marina-san nodded solemnly and lowered her head.
”We owe you our lives, as does our daughter,” Marina said. “As my sister said, we offer our bodies in service—not for pleasure, but to set an example. If we seem pitiful, then take us without hesitation. We ask only that you continue to show kindness to the others. Let us be your shadows.”
”Our parents were assassinated for their mercy. We became slaves because they were not harsh when they should have been. But you—if you are to protect Hikari-sama and Aria-sama, you must not hesitate.”
I understood what they meant. This was not about intimacy, nor even about punishment. It was symbolic. Now that I was clan head and master of the merchant guild, I could not simply act on sentiment.
”Alright,” I said, voice low. “But before we begin, let me say this: I think of both you, Ranka-san, and you, Marina-san, as very important people.”
”Thank you. And we, in turn, hold deep affection for you, Takumi-sama.”
We had reached an understanding. I turned to Ranka-san and gave the first command.
”Kiss my feet. Show me your obedience.”
She frowned, hesitating. “Must I really…?”
Before she could say more, I gripped her by the chin and pressed her down.
”I told you—lick them. A slave doesn’t question orders. Refuse again, and I’ll punish your sister instead.”
”…It was my mistake.”
”Good. Remember, punishment should reach the heart, not just the body. Now, obey.”
It pained me to speak so harshly, but I had to remain in control. Slowly, Ranka-san lowered herself and pressed her lips to my foot. Then, with careful reverence, she began to run her tongue across the sole.
Tonight would mark her first time. She wanted it to be unpleasant—for herself. So I couldn’t afford to act with tenderness.
I slipped my toe past her lips.
”Nn…”
She tensed but did not pull away. I withdrew my right foot and offered the left. She obeyed, her expression unreadable.
”Still so defiant… I’ll have to remind you of your place. Kneel. Spread your legs.”
Wordlessly, Ranka-san complied. I moved my foot gently to her inner thigh, teasing, testing. She didn’t flinch, but I felt the tension in her.
I pressed lightly where she was most sensitive. She gasped softly.
”Is this how easily you react? Quite the shameless display.”
”I-I never… before…”
”Then admit it.”
”…Yes. This slave… responds only to her master’s touch. Please, allow me to lose myself in your mercy.”
”Then go on. Indulge yourself.”
Ranka-san moved slightly, pressing herself to my foot in small, tentative motions. Her eyes fluttered closed. I reached forward, tugging at one of her piercings. She whimpered but did not resist.
Marina-san remained beside us, silent, watching with a calm that spoke volumes. I rose to my feet, drawing her gaze to what stood before her sister.
”Show your submission. Kiss it. Serve me.”
”I understand…” Ranka-san said, her voice faint. “I will serve you, Master.”
She leaned forward, lips parting as she pressed a reverent kiss. Her movements were careful, deliberate. Each stroke of her tongue was precise—less out of passion, more a studied display of obedience.
”Mmm…”
Her mouth moved smoothly, covering me with warmth. Though inexperienced, her movements were strikingly proficient—perhaps from training, or a desire to leave behind any trace of dignity.
”You’re a natural, Ranka-san,” I murmured. “You’ll be rewarded. Accept it fully.”
With measured breath, I let myself go, releasing into her mouth. She tried to take it all in, but some escaped, trailing down her lips and onto her skin. She did not wipe it away.
”You made a mess.”
”I accept the shame. Please… punish me.”
”Open your mouth. This isn’t a reward—this is discipline. You’ll learn your role properly.”
I guided her back down, watching her expression as she accepted it again. She made no protest. Only quiet submission.
Notes:
• Marina – Ranka’s older sister. The formal owner of Merchant Guild Katarina.
• Ranka – She’s a guild shop assistant with a friendly demeanor and a practical mindset. Ranka’s recommendations are based on logical, merchant-minded suggestions, catering to the buyer’s needs.
• Hikari – 4th Division leader. Stressed, relies on Takumi.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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