Volume 4 Chapter 95 The Effect of the Drug？♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After I had finished making love to Yomi, pouring my affection deep into her breasts, Lifia and the others returned from the bath.
”Master, I laid Korukona down to rest on the bed,” said Lifia.
”Good work,” I replied.
They had all done well this time. If I rewarded Korukona and Yomi, it was only fair the others also received their turn. As I considered who would be next, Lifia spoke first.
”If it’s to be in order, I don’t mind being last,” she said, smiling softly, though her eyes betrayed the flicker of anticipation.
”Is that so?”
”Yes. Please take your time with me at the end.”
Cheeky girl.
”Then I’ll go before that,” Tifi added quietly. Even with her pregnancy, she still claimed her place in line—that was just like her.
”Th-then… does that mean I’m next?” Kea stammered, her face flushed as she fidgeted.
Her innocent embarrassment made me smile. Tifi was expecting, so I had to be gentle with her. Better to release my pent-up hunger with Kea first.
Kea—the red-haired girl with the long ponytail. She fought with twin blades, clad in revealing bikini armor that barely contained her swaying breasts. Across her bare stomach, she wore a tribal heart-shaped tattoo sticker, placed daringly low like a crotch mark. Her appearance screamed shameless exhibitionist, yet beneath it, she adored me with pure devotion.
”Very well, Kea. Come here.”
I beckoned, but she hesitated, uncharacteristically reluctant. Normally, she bounded to me like an eager puppy.
”M-my lord, I am happy beyond words to receive your embrace… but, since it’s a reward, may I have a request?”
Curious.
She led me to the SM playroom—a chamber draped in red and black, lined with restraints, hooks, and wooden horses. Every piece gleamed with forbidden allure. Even the love hotel catered to such specialized tastes.
”Actually… I-I want you to tie me up!”
Her face turned scarlet as she blurted it out. She confessed she couldn’t forget her first time being bound and yearned to feel it again.
”Does that make me a hopeless pervert?” she asked, her eyes wet with shame and excitement.
”It does,” I answered without hesitation.
”Gaaah!” she cried, shoulders slumping.
I lifted her chin and kissed her. “But I like you that way.”
”My lord…!”
Her eyes lit up, a blend of devotion and hunger.
I dressed her in proper attire for the room: black leather bondage wear. The glossy material caught the light, accentuating her curves. Laces bit into her full breasts, while the snug cut clung to her waist and hips, highlighting every line of her body. The lively knight was now transformed into a sultry slave.
”So embarrassing…” she whimpered.
”It suits you perfectly,” I said, and she blushed even deeper, pleased despite herself.
I led her to a device resembling a guillotine—designed to restrain head and wrists.
Panting with anticipation, she asked, “W-what will you do to me like this…?”
I swiftly locked her in place, her head and wrists clamped by boards, ankles shackled wide apart. The click of the mechanism sealed her fate, leaving her bent forward, her shapely rear raised.
”A fine view,” I murmured.
”I-I won’t break, no matter what you do!” she protested, playing her part.
”Let’s see how long that bravado lasts.”
I ran my hand slowly up her inner thigh.
”Eek!” She shuddered at the sudden touch.
I tugged away her chest cover. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing. Pale, full, supple, their tips blossomed pink and erect.
”Don’t look…!”
And there, glinting at the peaks, were golden rings studded with red gems—piercings that matched her golden eyes and crimson hair. My gift to her.
”Well, well. A knight with such decorations is nothing short of a lewd slave,” I teased.
”T-that’s not true!” she cried, but her denial lacked weight.
”Let’s see…” I hooked a finger in the ring and tugged. Her cry leapt high and sharp. I flicked the jewel lightly.
”Ahh! Aahhh!”
Her body arched, betraying her pleasure.
”Hahh… hahh… th-this is nothing…!” she panted, though her trembling thighs betrayed her arousal.
”Then what about here?”
I stripped away her shorts, leaving her in gloves, boots, and corset. Her plump mound glistened, her cl*toris flushed red—and pierced, just like her n**ples, with the same gemmed ring. She had worn them daily since the day we met. This knight lived constantly pierced, n**ples and cl*t bound in gold. A shameless masochist.
I touched her slit and felt her tremble.
”Ahhh…!”
”So wet. And pierced here too. Quite the slutty knight.”
”N-no…!”
Clear nectar dripped from her folds. I scooped some onto my finger and showed her the string of gloss. She turned her face in shame.
”Look. You’re dripping already. Are you aroused from being humiliated by the enemy?”
”Th-that’s not…!”
Ignoring her denial, I pulled out a small vial, plucked a pill, and pressed it past her lips.
”Mmmph! W-what did you give me!?” she asked, her voice muffled.
”An aphrodisiac,” I said, watching her eyes widen.
”W-what!?”
A drug to make her burn with desire.
”How about it? If you’re willing to beg for it, I might just oblige,” I teased.
”N-never! I won’t surrender to such tricks…!” she whispered, her voice trembling.
”Hmm, we’ll see how long that pride lasts,” I said with a smirk.
With that, I turned toward the door and left the room. Behind me, the bound female knight remained, her defiance hanging in the air.
* * *
Time passed, and I returned to Kéa’s side. I’d spent longer than intended bathing Yomi, losing track of the moments.
Back in the room, there she was—the red-haired girl, still bound. Her neck and wrists were pinned to a board, her hips thrust outward, ankles shackled in a spread-eagle pose. Her shoulders trembled faintly, her cheeks flushed, and her breath came in ragged gasps.
At her feet, something glistened. A pool of moisture had formed, her body’s response to the anticipation.
”Haa… haa… ah, ahh…”
Her sultry breaths filled the air, a melody that stirred my senses. My absence had only fueled her embarrassment and fantasies.
”Well, well, looks like someone’s been eager,” I remarked, stepping closer.
”N-no! It’s just the drug’s effect!” she protested.
Not likely. The pill I’d given her was nothing but a fizzy candy. I reached out, lifting her chin with a fingertip.
”So? Want me to take you?” I asked, my voice low.
”N-no way… I-I mean…” Her denial faltered, her flushed cheeks and glistening eyes betraying her.
”Is that so?”
I shrugged, turning to leave, feigning disinterest.
”Wait… please wait!” she called out, desperation edging her voice.
”What is it?” I asked, pausing.
”I… I want it… please, take me!”
Those were the words I’d been waiting for. I moved behind her, my gaze lingering on her exposed figure. Her hips were full, yet firm—a sight to behold. I ran my hand over her curves.
”Hyan!”
In that moment, a gush of liquid escaped her, her body reacting to the lightest touch.
”Now, what do you want?” I asked, my voice steady.
Silence hung in the air as she grappled with shame and desire. Finally, in a small voice, she spoke.
”I… I want you inside me…”
”Where?” I pressed, my fingers tracing her sensitive skin.
Her body shuddered.
”P-please… inside my core…”
Her confession hung raw and exposed.
I unfastened my trousers, revealing my hardened desire, and pressed it gently against her.
”Hyan!”
”Say it again. What do you want?”
”Ah, p-please, hurry… inside me…”
Her damp folds clung to me, pleading for entry.
”And then?”
”Fill me up… all the way…”
”And then?”
”Inside me… fill me with your seed… make me yours…”
Her words, stripped of pretense, laid bare her deepest longing.
”As you wish,” I said, thrusting deeply in one fluid motion.
”Nnnnnghhh!”
Her back arched, her body convulsing as she climaxed instantly, overwhelmed by the fullness. Her juices spilled, trickling down her thighs and pooling on the floor.
”Not done yet,” I murmured, beginning a relentless rhythm.
Each thrust was accompanied by wet, slapping sounds, her body a symphony of pleasure.
”Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!”
With every movement, she cried out, her walls gripping me tightly, milking me for all I was worth.
”More… give me more…”
I reached around, cupping her full breasts, their softness yielding to my touch.
”Ahh, ahh…”
My fingers played with the rings piercing her n**ples, tugging and twisting, sending shivers through her.
Her core pulsed, her body a tempest of sensation, each touch pushing her closer to the edge.
”Nghhhh!”
My other hand found the piercing at her core, tugging it gently.
”Nnggghh!”
Her body shook violently, another gush flooding the floor. Her cries filled the room, her body a slave to the pleasure I wrought.
”Enjoying yourself?” I asked, my voice laced with amusement.
Kéa could only moan, her eyes glazed, lost in the storm of sensation. I traced her stomach, my fingers lingering over the tattoo above her womb.
”Ooooohh!”
Even that slight touch sent her spiraling. Her body, desperate to be filled, clung to me, yearning for release.
”Ready for me to finish?” I asked, my voice steady.
”Y-yes… master…” she whispered, her voice weak.
I thrust harder, my control slipping.
”Guhhh!”
With a final, powerful thrust, I released, my seed flooding her depths.
”Ahh, ahh, ahh… nnnghhh!”
Her body convulsed, her cries echoing as she climaxed with me, her walls greedily milking every drop.
Again and again, we rode the wave, each release triggering another, until I was spent. Slowly, I withdrew.
”Guh…”
Her body, now empty, spilled its contents, a mix of her fluids and mine.
”Ah… haa… amazing…”
Kéa lay panting, her eyes unfocused, her body limp. I released her bonds, cradling her in my arms.
”You okay?” I asked, my voice gentle.
”M-master… love you…” she murmured, clinging to me.
I kissed her softly, then carried her to the bath, ready to tend to her once more.
Next, it was Tifi and Lifia’s turn.
Notes:
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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