Volume 14 Chapter 1 Interlude – The Astonishing Creativity of the Other World, Part ① – Lena’s Case
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After that incident was resolved, it seems Ms. Chelsea has been placed under the protection of Lady Lydia. Initially, the Adventurers’ Guild sought to confine her due to her status as an otherworlder, but Lady Lydia declared she would take full responsibility.
Given Lady Lydia’s status as a noble, a skilled Magic Engineer, and a prominent figure in the Magic Tool industry, even the Adventurers’ Guild couldn’t afford to dismiss her, as Sir Soyuz explained.
From my perspective, since Sir Soyuz saved her, Ms. Chelsea should have become his slave to repay her debt. Her failure to do so makes her ungrateful, in my opinion…
However, when I mentioned this to Sir Soyuz, he smiled gently and said, “I didn’t save her because I wanted a slave. Even if she wanted to repay me, there’s more than one way to do it.”
I felt ashamed of my narrow-mindedness and was once again moved by my great master’s magnanimity. Sir Soyuz is indeed someone I must dedicate my life to serving.
Determined to bring even a little joy to my beloved and noble master, I, his devoted slave, visited Ms. Sara’s shop today.
To my surprise, there was a new staff member beside Ms. Sara.
Yes, it was none other than Ms. Chelsea herself.
* * *
”W-What in the world… Ms. Chelsea, was this kind of thing common in your world?”
”Well, I wouldn’t say it’s common, but it’s certainly well-known. At least, I quite like it.”
”R-Really? But even if it’s to please Sir Soyuz, isn’t this kind of behavior too disrespectful? I could never bring myself to do something so impious.”
”Tsk, tsk, tsk, LenLen, you’re so naive. This play only reaches its climax when you commit fully to the role. This is the setup. By doing this, you’ll heighten his excitement—it’s all for his pleasure. Besides, I think this style suits you, both in age and appearance. And while I have no proof, I’m sure he’ll enjoy it too.”
”R-Really…?”
The new staff member, Ms. Chelsea, an otherworlder, suggested a play that was… well, quite astonishing.
The outfit she presented was undeniably cute and appealing, but the concept itself was hard to believe, and it seemed far beyond my capabilities.
I glanced at Ms. Sara for guidance.
”I think this outfit suits Ms. Lena very well… and besides—”
”Besides?”
”Didn’t you say before, Ms. Lena, that you feel immense joy when your master mistreats you or treats you like an object? I think this play will allow him to thoroughly mistreat you.”
”R-Really!?”
I couldn’t help but let out an indecent squeal. Ms. Chelsea gave me a complicated smile and nodded.
”Yes, I’m sure Ms. Sara is right… But you two are so… hardcore for your age.”
I don’t know what hardcore means, but if it’s a compliment, I can’t ignore it.
”I’ll buy it! And please, teach me the details of the play!”
* * *
That night was my turn to serve Sir Soyuz.
So, I quickly donned the outfit I’d purchased earlier and headed to his private quarters.
”Oh, Lena? What’s with that outfit? It’s so cute! Lend it to me sometime, will you?”
On the way, I ran into Ms. Georgia, who complimented my outfit. Yes, this look is undeniably cute and innocent, yet somehow lewd and provocative. It’s the marvel of otherworldly craftsmanship, but that’s only the surface. To truly please my master, I must complete the entire flow of this play.
Fully embracing my role, I replied,
”Huh? You’re annoying, you know?”
I spoke lazily, still sucking on the lollipop (or chups or whatever it’s called) in my mouth.
”…Huh?”
My response seemed to catch Ms. Georgia off guard, and she froze with a blank expression.
”Move, you’re in the way. Ugh, annoying.”
I brushed aside my golden hair and pushed past her to head to Sir Soyuz’s room.
I’m a JK gal bitch, I’m a JK gal bitch—I repeated the mantra in my mind, apologizing inwardly for my rudeness, and entered the room without knocking.
* * *
”Hmm? Lena? What’s going on? No knock… and what’s with the outfit? Your hair too—what happened?”
Sir Soyuz looked surprised at my sudden appearance. Of course, a slave like me entering without permission is utterly unacceptable under normal circumstances.
But now, I’m a JK gal bitch. Gritting my teeth, I played my part.
”Huh? You called me, didn’t you? Ugh, annoying.”
”……Huh?”
Yes! Sir Soyuz froze at my attitude!
Is this really okay?
What if he gets angry later, or worse, decides he doesn’t need a slave like me?
I’ve prepared a dagger for self-punishment, just in case, but for now, I’ll continue with the play as instructed.
”What’s up? You like my outfit that much? Your eyes are so creepy, you know? Haha!”
I walked closer to the stunned Sir Soyuz, provocatively spreading my legs and lifting my skirt. The extremely short skirt couldn’t hide my underwear, easily revealing my pink panties.
Finally, Sir Soyuz seemed to snap out of it. His shocked expression softened, replaced by a serious gaze as he scrutinized me from head to toe.
”W-What? My outfit’s that interesting? Y-You’re looking at me so lewdly, you know?”
Clenching my teeth, I continued the act, my heart apologizing profusely for my rudeness. Simultaneously, to ensure he enjoyed every detail of this outfit, I spun around unnecessarily and carelessly exposed a glimpse of my chest.
This costume, according to Ms. Chelsea, is a ‘JK uniform’ from her world. ‘JK,’ she explained, refers to female students, who are apparently highly sexualized in her world. I assume ‘female students’ here would be akin to the noble children attending academies in our world… but why are they sexualized?
Regardless, this outfit is undeniably lewd.
At first glance, it’s a clean white shirt and a red plaid skirt, with a matching red ribbon at the chest and a cardigan over the shirt. There should be nothing sexual about it…
But the skirt is absurdly short, exposing my backside with the slightest bend. The innocent white shirt and ribbon, when slightly disheveled, suddenly exude a vulgar aura. And the thick, baggy white socks—I can’t fathom their purpose, but combined, they create an unmistakably indecent look. Truly, the JK uniform is fearsome.
Among JKs, the most sexually liberated are the ‘JK gal bitches.’
Apparently, they tan their skin, dye their hair gold or brown, act rudely, and engage in promiscuous behavior, either extorting money from men or being exploited themselves. The last part makes no sense, but there’s no denying this outfit arouses men.
Indeed, Sir Soyuz’s gaze on me is clearly sexual, and he’s now smiling enjoyably as he stares.
”H-Hey… Y-You… like this outfit?”
Tears welling up, I address my beloved master so casually.
Yet, he nods, looking delighted.
”Yeah. You’re so cute and lewd—it’s perfect. Come closer and show me more.”
He pats the bed childishly.
”Okay… I mean, not okay? Ugh, so annoying.”
I almost forgot my act but quickly resumed it. As the JK gal bitch, I reluctantly climb onto the bed, facing Sir Soyuz with my legs loosely spread—to showcase my cute panties, of course.
”Hmm…”
He seems intrigued, staring intently at my crotch. Simultaneously, his noble and beloved p*is rises proudly.
’—He’s aroused by my outfit! He’s excited!‘
Overwhelmed with joy, I nearly climax, but I hold back. This is a play—I can’t orgasm before him.
And this position is perfect for the technique Ms. Chelsea taught me. It’s now or never.
But… can I really do this? Even as a play, is it okay to treat him like this? Will he truly enjoy it?
Glancing up, I see him smiling, eagerly awaiting my next move.
’Fine, I’ll do it! If he’s displeased, I’ll take responsibility!‘
With that resolve, the spirit of the JK gal bitch seamlessly enters my mind.
”Huh? You’re hard just from looking at my panties? Wow… I mean, uh… wow.”
Though his pis is dear to me, the JK gal bitch shows no respect. Spreading my legs shamelessly, I remove my socks and extend my bare feet—
”Here, let my feet pleasure your ck.”
I wrap both soles around his p*is and stroke it.
’Is this really okay? I bathed thoroughly before coming, especially my feet, which I scrubbed for an hour…”
”O-Oh! This is… incredible…”
Sir Soyuz is stunned, frozen as I take control. Yet, his pis remains firm, growing even harder.
Ah, he’s not displeased.
Though I still feel using my feet on his precious p*is is unforgivable, this is ‘footjob,’ a legitimate technique. Ms. Chelsea said JK gal bitches excel at it.
So, I focus, using my soles and toes as taught. Thankfully, I’m dexterous—I can button clothes with my toes.
Soon, I effortlessly mimic a handjob. I sandwich his pis between my soles, stroke it, and tease the tip with my toes. His pis grows hotter, and Sir Soyuz looks both pained and ecstatic, his gaze fixed on my panties.
He’s about to.
”Come on! Do it from my footjob! Do it already!”
I quicken my pace, stimulating the sensitive areas. Then—
”Ahh! Lena, I’m! I’m!”
The throbbing of his pis against my soles is intense. His hot seed sprays between my toes, its heat and scent overwhelming.
’—No, Lena. You’re a JK gal bitch now. Don’t orgasm.‘
I suppress the urge, though my panties are already soaked, staining the bedsheets.
”H-Hey, you’re not done after one round, right? Now, let’s use my p*y.”
My acting falters slightly, but as a skilled JK gal bitch, I press on.
”Lie down there.”
”Okay.”
Sir Soyuz responds with a grin, as if holding back laughter, and lies on the bed. His proud, erect p*is stands tall.
I nearly succumb to the urge to nuzzle and fellate it, but a JK gal bitch doesn’t submit to men. She acts solely for her own pleasure.
So, I straddle him, spreading my legs shamelessly, ensuring he enjoys the view. I guide his pis into my py and welcome him in.
Squish!
”Mm…”
Just his entry is enough to make my weak p*y climax.
My hips tremble uncontrollably, and my loose p*y leaks shamelessly.
But I’m a JK gal bitch. I must act as if I’m unimpressed.
”Come on, my p*y feels good, right? I’ll make you useless with it—pyahh!?
I fail to finish my line before Sir Soyuz’s single thrust makes me cry out.
No, Lena, endure! A JK gal bitch shouldn’t be overwhelmed so easily.
Thrust!
”Pigi!?
Another thrust nearly steals my consciousness.
Forcing myself to look down at Sir Soyuz, I see him grinning up at me.
This smile is familiar—the same mischievous one he gets when devising a new strategy.
”Hey, where’d your energy go? Weren’t you gonna make me useless?”
”Higyahh!?
With a lewd grin, Sir Soyuz begins to tease me mercilessly.
I didn’t expect the play’s final stage to begin so soon—or is this different from the plan?
’The essence of this play is the arrogant JK gal bitch being thoroughly dominated after her insolence. It satisfies the man’s sadistic desires and gives him a sense of conquest.‘
Ms. Chelsea explained this, so I tried to act disrespectfully to provoke Sir Soyuz. But instead of getting angry, he’s enjoying my clumsy acting like a child with a new toy.
My carefully crafted JK gal bitch persona is crumbling.
I must persist—kyahh!?
”Tighten your p*y more. This won’t make me useless.”
Sir Soyuz thrusts upward, his pelvis rubbing against my sensitive spots, filling me with indescribable bliss. My arrogant JK gal bitch persona dissolves.
Ah! Bring back my JK gal bitch spirit! Give me the strength to fight—higiii!?
”Ahaha! Looks like you’re the one being made useless! Come on, more!”
Now fully in control, Sir Soyuz grips my breasts and thrusts into me.
”Hyaa! I’m sorry! I was wrong! Forgive me!”
It’s impossible! I can’t do this!
I’m a weak p*y slave who orgasms just from being entered. I was never meant to be a JK gal bitch.
”Forgive me! Forgive meeee!”
I plead desperately, but Sir Soyuz, grinning wickedly, shows no mercy. His relentless thrusts resemble the ‘discipline’ he’s given me before.
…Which means.
”Come on! Already!”
Sir Soyuz has entered ‘that state’—the cruel mode where he dominates me for pleasure.
Wait… isn’t that the original goal? Pigi!?
”Hmm, maybe teasing this hole will tighten your p*y more?”
Sir Soyuz’s hand reaches behind me, his finger invading my forbidden hole.
”Pyahh! My rear! My reaaaar!”
With my p*y impaled and my rear violated, I can only moan.
”Ahh~! Aaah~! Aaah~!”
Unable to stay upright, I collapse onto Sir Soyuz.
But he doesn’t push me away, continuing to thrust into my p*y and rear while whispering in my ear—
”Orgasm.”
”Ah! Ah!? Ah!? Aahhhhhh!”
Without hesitation, I orgasm with a pathetic cry, my p*y leaking shamelessly.
Sir Soyuz, too, declares his love and fills me with his seed.
Was… this okay?
* * *
The next day, after fainting from exhaustion, I offer Sir Soyuz my dagger and explain the previous night’s play. Reflecting calmly, I feared I’d overstepped as a slave.
But instead of punishing me, he hugs me gently.
”You tried so hard to please me. Thank you, Lena. It was incredibly… fun, no, satisfying. Especially the footjob—I’d love to experience that again.”
Overwhelmed with joy, I leak and orgasm once more.
Thank you, JK gal bitch! Though it turned out differently than planned, Sir Soyuz enjoyed it, so it’s a success!
”Lena, are you troubled? You can confide in me, you know. I won’t tell anyone—just let me help!”
Ms. Georgia seems extremely concerned.
Notes:
• Lydia – Sara’s master, a gentle and commanding figure possessing both male and female traits.
• Sara – The elegant and alluring owner of a mysterious shop, who has a slave background similar to Lena’s. She’s supportive and welcoming, offering a special kind of assistance.
• 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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