Volume 8 Chapter 5 Beastwoman Mature Woman’s Secret Technique Instruction ~Mor~
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Yes, my lady… Excuse me,” I said.
In the bedroom—
After bowing respectfully to my lady, who lay with her legs slightly parted and knees raised, I took the lubricant Ms. Lena had provided and gently applied it to my middle finger. I positioned my finger at the entrance of her intimate area.
”Please relax and enjoy this moment,” I whispered.
”U-um…” she murmured nervously.
I spoke softly to soothe her and slowly pressed my finger inside, careful to ease her discomfort—and—
”Unn!” she gasped.
Her body twitched briefly before accepting my touch. I glanced at the three observers gathered around the bed and began my explanation.
”When attending to someone this way, you must be exceedingly gentle. The goal is pleasure, so even the slightest discomfort is unacceptable. Understand?”
”Yes,” one said.
”Y-yes,” another replied.
”Un,” the third confirmed.
Their expressions were serious, as they should be. This was a delicate art, and I had to demonstrate it with care.
”Once inside, angle your finger upward and gently stroke the area behind the sensitive spot… Then—”
”Whoa! Ms. Mor, what are you doing?! This… feels incredible,” one observer gasped.
”You’ll find a particularly sensitive spot there. Stroke it gently and lovingly. How does it feel, my lady? Are you enjoying the sensation?” I asked.
As I caressed the spot, her body stiffened in response to the unfamiliar pleasure. Her muscles tightened around my finger. However—
”U-um… Ms. Mor’s touch feels so good… What is this… even though I’m not being touched there… it feels like I’m on the edge,” she whispered, eyes watering as she surrendered to the pleasure.
Her adorable reaction caught me off guard, but it deepened my desire to serve her.
”This is a unique sensitive spot. Please don’t hold back—let yourself enjoy the sensation as it comes.”
”Ugh, something’s building… I’m close, I’m close, Ms. Mor,” she breathed.
”Allow yourself to experience this pleasure fully, my lady,” I urged softly.
And then—
”Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah…”
She reached her peak.
It wasn’t the explosive release typical of such moments but a slow, gentle overflow, like a soft fountain.
”When attending to someone this way, the experience tends to be more subdued. It offers a different kind of pleasure than other methods. Please remember this,” I explained.
After bowing again to my lady, who had just experienced this release, I gently cleaned the area, ensuring her comfort.
”Mmm… Ms. Mor, that felt so wonderful… Thank you,” she said gratefully.
The honor of her acknowledgment overwhelmed me. Even my late spouse never showed me such kindness. My heart raced with gratitude.
My body tingled with the joy of serving my beloved, and warmth blossomed inside me.
The three observers were equally moved, hands resting on their chests, their expressions soft. Ms. Vera had already begun to touch herself gently, lost in the moment.
Yes, I understood. They were moved because my lady accepted my service and found release. I felt it too.
”That’s wonderful. Seeing someone reach their peak can be deeply moving. Now, let me show you how one might attend to themselves,” I said.
”As you wish. Though my own actions may be clumsy, I hope they bring you joy,” Ms. Vera replied.
”I understand, Soyuu. Vera wishes to learn as well,” Ms. Lena added.
”It’s… a bit embarrassing, but if it pleases you, I’ll do my best—Aaaah!” Vera exclaimed.
”Hahaha… Your dedication is truly admirable. Very well, my lord, please witness my humble attempt, though it may not be a graceful sight,” I said with a playful smile.
I turned, lay down, and gently exposed myself, beginning to touch myself with care.
With my beloved watching, even the slightest touch sent shivers through me, bringing me to the edge of release.
”Ooh, ooh, ooh… Please, my lord, witness my surrender to this moment… Ah, ah, AAAAH!” I cried out.
I reached my peak before him, my mind spinning, body trembling.
When I looked around, the others were lost in their own moments, their soft cries filling the air.
”How was it, my lord… Did you find joy in witnessing our release? Aaaah, oooh!” Vera called.
A sudden, sharp pleasure surged through me.
My beloved must be—there was no doubt.
Yes, moved by our display, he was now attending to me, right here, in this intimate moment—
Ah! My most sensitive spot was being touched, every part of me cared for!
Ohh, even there… Aah! This was too much; I was close again—so soon after the last time!
”AAAAAAAAAH!” I screamed.
There, I was completely lost in the passionate embrace of my dear beloved.
* * *
”Pardon me… Please forgive my lack of composure,” I said, breathless.
Even after I’d surrendered so completely, my kind beloved held me close, a gentle smile on his face.
”There’s nothing to forgive. It’s deeply moving to see you find such joy and surrender fully to the moment,” he said.
He stroked my chest, abdomen, and thighs with care.
”Yes. Your strength seems to be returning. But please, don’t overexert yourself—your health is still fragile. Restoring your well-being is the top priority. This is my wish,” he added gently.
His words moved me to tears.
The others also wept silently. We were all saved by him, and we shared this as if it were our own salvation.
I had little to offer such a benevolent beloved. The only thing I could do was share the intimate techniques I had learned during my time in the village.
As an older woman, my appeal might fade with time. Before that happened, I must let them experience my devotion. When I could no longer serve, they would carry these skills forward.
That was likely my final purpose.
So, I had to continue guiding them.
”My dear beloved… This time, please let me offer you my embrace,” I said.
Naturally, I lay on my back, legs gently parted, offering myself to him.
My body, already warmed from our moments together, was ready.
His presence was strong, and I felt his eagerness to join me.
He needed this moment, and I was here to provide it.
”Then, Ms. Mor, I’ll join you… Mmm,” he murmured.
And yet, he was so considerate, so kind.
Being held by him made my heart race, despite my age.
Even knowing one day I might no longer be by his side, that thought only deepened my desire to serve him fully while I could.
First, I would demonstrate how to welcome him with openness.
Of course, this was also for the others to learn.
—I want to share all the techniques I know with the girls—
My humble wish was graciously accepted by my beloved, who agreed to turn this precious moment into a lesson.
So, I had to teach them everything I knew.
”…Like this, moving gently to welcome him. Please place your hand here and feel the motion,” I instructed.
Ms. Lena’s hand rested just above where we connected.
”Mmm… Can you feel it?” I asked.
I gently contracted and released, creating a rhythm.
The key was focusing on each part of the movement and, most importantly, holding him dear in my heart.
”This intricate movement… is it really possible for someone like me?” Ms. Lena asked uncertainly.
”Of course. It’s not easy, but I believe Ms. Lena can master it,” I said firmly.
Yes. If it was someone as devoted to him as they were, it was definitely possible.
Their devotion was unparalleled.
Later, I would demonstrate this with Ms. Vera and her daughter, Georgia.
Without realizing it, I found my own release during the practice and guided him to his own moment of joy.
There was nothing more fulfilling than sharing this experience with someone so dear.
Especially when that person had brought such light into our lives.
Being cherished by him was an unexpected gift, and I had to respond with all the skill and devotion I could offer.
Fortunately, he remained present with me even after our moment together.
Truly, he was extraordinary.
”May I continue, my beloved?” I asked, looking up at him, still caught in the moment.
”Yes… I want to enjoy this time with you…” he replied.
”Please, take your fill of me…” I whispered.
His words filled me with joy.
I held him close, surrendering completely to his touch.
In response, he moved with me, our connection deepening.
”Ms. Mor, Ms. Mor! It feels wonderful inside you!” he said, his eyes locked on mine, his face glowing with pleasure.
To thank him for his kindness, I—
”My dear beloved… please, hold my neck firmly,” I whispered.
”Eh? … My neck?” His brow furrowed in confusion. This was clearly unfamiliar.
”Yes… please hold my neck tightly. I’ll lose consciousness quickly, and the trembling afterward is said to heighten the experience for you. Please, enjoy my helplessness and how my body reacts… okay?” I urged.
Drip.
A drop of water fell onto my face.
”…Beloved?” He looked up, tears streaming down.
”I… what have I done wrong? Did I offend you, my beloved?” he asked, fear tightening his voice.
My chest constricted, but he pulled me into a tight embrace. Then, his expression hardened.
”…Has this been done to you before? Have you been forced into such cruelty?” he demanded.
”Ah… my lord?” I stammered.
His grip squeezed tighter as tears fell onto my cheek.
”No. This is wrong. I don’t want pleasure that comes at the cost of your suffering. That’s no pleasure at all,” he said, voice sharp as a rebuke.
He held me firmly, scolding.
”Never do this again. Never teach it to the others. Understand, Mor? This is an order. Never harm yourself in the name of service… do you understand?”
Crying, he was angry.
Foolishly, I’d struck a sensitive nerve.
I must have been numb to such things. It was obvious he’d never want this. I was a fool to suggest it.
”I’m deeply sorry… please punish me as you see fit,” I begged.
His stern gaze met mine. I could only apologize.
Ah, this is the end for me.
I should step aside gracefully—let this embarrassing older woman leave. My daughter will serve him well. I’ve displeased him; I should—should…?
But unexpectedly, he didn’t release me. Instead, his presence thickened, his hold tightening.
”Mor, what are you to me?” he asked.
”I am… your loyal servant,” I said quietly.
”No. You are my beloved wife.”
”!?” I gasped.
”You—Lena, Vera, Georgia—all of you are my beloved wives. How could I ask my wives to suffer for me?”
”Ah… ah… ah…” I trembled.
”I’m proud when you serve me, but I never want you to suffer. Do you understand?”
Ah… he calls me his beloved wife.
Once again, I misunderstood his love.
”I’m sorry… I won’t suggest such things again,” I whispered.
I felt small before him, ashamed for doubting his love. Yet he looked at me kindly.
”I’m sorry I scared you. But that’s not acceptable, okay?”
”Yes,” I said.
”Alright, let’s make up with a kiss.”
He kissed me gently.
Ah… my beloved… I’m so happy to be yours.
I welcomed his tongue, using mine to show my apology and devotion. He savored the moment, tasting my tears, and I melted into the sensation.
Finally, he pulled back.
”Alright. Now, it’s time for your punishment. Everyone, do you know what to do?” he asked.
The three observers exchanged glances.
”Yes. Though Mor’s intentions were good, she made you cry. Normally, this would be unforgivable,” Ms. Lena said coldly.
”Eh? Eh?” I blinked.
Lena stepped forward, holding a sticky substance in her hand.
”This time, I’ll let it slide. Cry as much as you need—and bring him joy,” she said.
She coated her fingers with the substance and, without hesitation, slipped them inside me.
”Kyaaah!?” I cried out.
”Mor is so foolish. He’d never want that,” Ms. Vera whispered in my ear, pinching my nipple and tracing its edge with her tongue.
”Kyaaah!” I yelped again.
”Yeah, Mom was totally wrong. He’d never make us suffer,” Vera added.
Georgia joined in, teasing my other nipple and ear.
And then—
”Mor, were you thinking of leaving me earlier?” he asked.
”Leaving…?” I echoed.
”You thought I was angry, so you considered stepping aside. I saw it in your eyes.”
”…Yes.”
He looked slightly hurt, gazing down.
”Don’t underestimate me. I’m possessive. Once I have something—especially someone I love—I never let go.”
”Yes… I’m sorry.”
”So…” His expression turned playful. “Tonight, I’ll show you how much I love you all. Everyone ready?”
”Yes, my lord.”
”Ready.”
”Yes!”
”Y-yes… kyaaah!? kyaaaah!?” I gasped.
He filled me completely, teasing my most sensitive spots relentlessly. His hands explored every inch—intimate places included.
Ms. Lena’s fingers joined in—ah! A third?
Ms. Vera and Georgia continued their playful assault, and he claimed my lips once more.
Tonight, I would be entirely his.
Ah, I would be his devoted companion.
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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