Volume 10 Chapter 2 Interlude： Beastwoman Mature, The Throbbing of Flesh
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Three days have passed since my master set out on an adventure with the daughters.
Left in charge, I, of course, wait patiently for the return of that beloved person while managing household chores. To be honest, I feel a deep sense of regret for being left behind, but it cannot be helped. The miraculous care bestowed upon me by my master has banished the illness that tormented me and the effects of that dreadful medicine, though it cannot heal my weakened body itself.
Therefore, I follow my master’s orders to rest and strive to recover by eating nourishing meals. Fortunately, I no longer feel dizzy when I move, and there is no problem in leading a normal life. Still, with this frail body, embarking on an adventure is impossible.
I am moved to tears by my master’s kindness in ordering me to wait, considering all this.
Not only did he save my daughter, but he also healed my body, and to my astonishment, he even calls me “wife” and cherishes me; I have no words to express my gratitude. For now, I shall diligently perform the duties I am capable of and strive to be of some help.
* * *
Six days have passed since my master set out on his journey.
It seems that the beastman’s robust physique lends itself to rapid recovery, as I can feel my strength returning day by day.
Now I can walk and even run normally, and have recovered enough to lift heavy objects. Therefore, I am making steady progress cleaning the mansion. This old and spacious home has only undergone the bare minimum of maintenance, so I want to take this opportunity to thoroughly refresh it.
Cleaning this vast mansion, after being away from household chores for so long, is quite taxing, but complaints are not permitted.
When my master returns, I want to bring him even a little joy. I must diligently perform the services that I can offer at this moment.
* * *
Nine days have passed.
My body is finally recovering. When I look in the mirror, my sunken cheeks and thin frame have improved significantly. Little by little, I am regaining my former physique. When my master returns, I want to serve him with all my heart and strength using this body. I wish to devote myself wholeheartedly to my beloved master, who cherishes even this aging frame. That is my current desire.
No, it is not merely a desire.
I am yearning.
I am wishing from the bottom of my heart.
I want to serve my master. I want to be close to him. I want to feel his presence. I want to be embraced by him. I want to be guided by him. I want to be loved by him.
I want to see my master again.
As I regain my health, my true nature reveals itself.
Yes, I am deeply passionate by nature. In the past, after losing my partner, I worked as a hostess in the village to raise my daughter. But even then, it was not something I resented. I found some comfort in the company of strong men from the village. After losing my partner, my aching heart and body longed to be needed by someone.
That is likely why I was punished. Ultimately, I was afflicted by a grave illness related to passion and was expelled from the village. Not only my own life but my beloved daughter’s was put at risk. Even now, remembering those times makes me want to tear my throat out—a foolish past. But I must engrain those lessons deeply in my heart.
Otherwise—
The foolish me might make the same mistakes again.
This restored body and mind remind me clearly of my nature:
I am a passionate woman who loves the presence of men, especially the man I adore.
I must keep that firmly in mind.
If I forget, I might betray the one I hold most dear—my master.
With this body regaining its strength, I might easily find men willing to pay for my company in town. Those who could soothe these aching desires would surely be there.
But I must not entertain such thoughts anymore.
This body, this heart, this life—everything belongs to my beloved master, Sir Soyuz.
Therefore, when my body feels restless, I have no choice but to seek comfort through the power of my master’s grace.
* * *
Night deepens.
Having finished all my tasks, I return to my private quarters.
Usually, my daughter shares this room with me, but tonight I am alone. A quiet loneliness settles over me, alongside an overwhelming restlessness that gnaws at my flesh and spirit.
”…I suppose I have no choice but to use this now…”
Before each adventure, my master leaves a gift.
”Ms. Mor, here is something for you. Use it when you can no longer bear the waiting.”
With trembling hands, I open the box given by Ms. Lena.
Inside are three objects, carefully crafted to resemble my master’s presence—each one made with such care and precision. Surely Ms. Lena commissioned a trusted artisan friend to create them. Only someone as devoted as Ms. Lena, who knows my master intimately, could have arranged this.
Without hesitation, Ms. Lena generously gave these precious tools to me.
”Oh, master… my beloved…”
I press my lips gently to the first one, a symbol of my devotion and longing. Of course, it lacks my master’s scent or warmth, but it still offers solace to my lonely heart.
”Master… ah…”
I welcome it softly, remembering how my master cherishes the simple things I offer him. I coat it carefully, offering my service in spirit.
”Please… come to me, master…”
I breathe a soft, longing plea as I press it close, feeling a wave of comfort wash over me.
I feel the stirring of deep emotion, almost as if my master’s presence moves within it. I imagine his care guiding me, soothing me.
”Master, oh, master…”
Yet my yearning is insatiable, and I reach for the second one. This one is meant for another place of rest, another place where I want to feel his care.
I return the first with reverence to my lips, coating it again carefully, before embracing the second one.
”Ah… master…”
Though I have been comforted many times before, this is different. This is my beloved master. The reverence overwhelms me, and tears fall freely.
I pray quietly as I welcome the second, imagining my master’s gentle guidance once more.
”Ahh… yes…”
The pleasure of his imagined touch fills me with a profound sense of being loved and disciplined, cherished beyond words.
”Master… please…”
Overcome with emotion, I reach for the third and final one—the one meant for the last place I long to be close to him.
”Please… master…”
Welcoming it gently, I trace it with my tongue, feeling my devotion grow. It reaches deeply, stirring something profound inside me.
”Oh…”
I am overwhelmed, trembling and crying, but all I can do is surrender and offer myself completely in spirit.
This impossible moment, in which I imagine my master’s presence embracing me everywhere, fills me with overwhelming joy and gratitude.
”Oh… oh… master…”
Unable to speak clearly, I only make soft sounds of pleasure. Tears, saliva, and even gentle sobs escape me as I move, surrendering to the imagined touch of my beloved master.
Ah, I am overcome—I am fulfilled again and again. Yet the symbol of my master’s care never ceases to guide and discipline me, nurturing me beyond my limits.
”Ah… oh… master…”
Just as a wave of intense feeling washes over me, the world blurs and fades. My consciousness slips away, leaving me floating in a peaceful darkness, dreaming only of my beloved master.
* * *
The next morning.
I awoke, still pierced by three of the gifts, though all had long since stopped moving. This must be what Ms. Lena called running out of magical energy.
”Mm… ahh. Master…”
Cradling the objects—one once in my mouth, another from my womanhood, and the last from my most delicate place—against my chest, I recalled the dreamlike moments of last night.
”But… I still want to meet my true master,” I whispered, tears welling again.
Yet, scolding my own weakness, I forced myself to rise, whipping my languid body into motion. Grasping the bedding, stained with various bodily fluids, I headed toward the backyard.
Yes. My duty now is to keep the mansion spotless, so that my returned master may find comfort. I must be ready, always prepared to serve at a moment’s notice.
There is no time to dawdle.
To honor the return of my beloved master, this Mor will devote herself sincerely, today and every day.
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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