Volume 10 Chapter 2 Takumi-kun’s Master-Slave Reversal Game ★ Ms. Marina & Mori-Mori Edition (Part ①)
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I was a slave being sold at the Lambert Merchant Guild. After Aria’s wild pig-slandering play woke something up in me, I found myself begging Ms. Marina and Mori-Mori for the next round.
”Look, I just think… if I’m gonna own slaves, I should probably know what it feels like to be one, right?” I said, scratching the back of my neck, trying to sound casual.
Ms. Marina tilted her head, her sharp eyes glinting under the dim light of the guild hall. “Hmmm… Indeed, we’ve been entrusted by Takumi-sama to manage the slaves, but we ourselves are your slaves as well.” Her voice was smooth, almost too smooth, like she was sizing me up.
Mori-Mori piped up, her silver hair catching the candlelight as she fidgeted. “So, what Onii-chan really wants is… to be treated like a slave and, um, get some kind of sexual thrill out of it, right?” Her voice trembled, like she was worried she’d offend me or something.
I could tell she was nervous, probably scared of upsetting me. Her wide eyes darted to mine, searching for reassurance.
”But, um…” Mori-Mori bit her lip, her hands twisting together. “I’m not sure I can hold back. When it comes to being a slave, I think my instinct to manage properly would take over.”
I rubbed my chin, nodding. She had a point. What I wanted was just a game—a bit of slave roleplay, nothing too serious. But for Mori-Mori, who took her duties as a slave manager so seriously, drawing that line might be tricky.
”Of course,” Ms. Marina cut in, her voice calm but firm, “neither Morina nor I would ever mistreat the precious property entrusted to us by Takumi-sama for our own selfish desires.”
”I’m careful about that too,” Mori-Mori added quickly, her cheeks flushing.
I waved my hands, feeling a little guilty. “Sorry, you’re right. I kinda threw this idea out there without thinking it through. It was a bit careless of me.”
But Ms. Marina just smiled, her fingers gently stroking Mori-Mori’s silver hair. “No, no. Part of a slave’s pride is to fulfill their master’s wishes, even ones like this.”
Her smile was warm, but there was a glint in her eyes that made my stomach flip. She turned to Mori-Mori, her voice taking on a teacherly tone. “Think of it this way, Morina. Takumi-sama may one day take a noble as a captive and make them a slave. That requires a different kind of management than a regular slave. Consider this training—manage Takumi-sama as if he were such a captive.”
”Mother, you’re not joining in?” Mori-Mori asked, her voice tinged with surprise.
Ms. Marina’s lips curved into a sly smile. “First, you try taming him.”
The word “taming” sent a shiver down my spine. It rolled off her tongue with a cold, deliberate edge, like the crack of a whip.
Mori-Mori nodded, her expression hardening. “Very well… Let’s say I’m the master. And you, Takumi-sama, are a prince of a fallen kingdom, captured and to be trained as my male courtesan.” [T/N: 男娼 refers to a male prostitute, emphasizing Takumi’s humiliating role in this game.]
Whoa. Her eyes were fierce, like a raptor sizing up its prey. I suddenly remembered Ms. Marina was supposed to be part of the McGaref Council—a real power player. That kind of intensity wasn’t just for show.
”As my plaything,” Ms. Marina continued, her voice icy, “you are not to be needlessly harmed. That condition should help you maintain restraint, yes, Morina?”
”Yes… Takumi-sama, is that acceptable?” Mori-Mori asked, her voice still carrying a hint of hesitation.
”Yeah, sounds good. Sorry, Mori-Mori, for dragging you into my weird whims,” I said, flashing an apologetic grin.
Mori-Mori took a deep breath, then another, like she was mentally chewing over the scenario. But with Ms. Marina setting the tone like that, I couldn’t help but wonder how Mori-Mori would transform in this role. Even though I was the one about to be “tamed,” my heart was racing with excitement. Guess that’s just the kind of capricious game a master like me plays, huh?
”So, um… can we start?” Mori-Mori asked, her voice soft but resolute.
I grinned. “Go for it. Whatever you do, I won’t hold it against you… unless it’s something naughty, then I might just return the favor.”
Ms. Marina let out a chuckle, her ample chest heaving as she propped herself up on the arm of my chair. She crossed her legs with a slow, deliberate motion, her voice dropping to a commanding, regal tone. “Begin, Morina.”
The words barely left her mouth when—wham—a sharp pain shot through my shin. Mori-Mori had kicked me! I dropped to my knees, wincing as I realized what had happened.
”How long do you intend to stay at eye level with your master, Takumi?” Mori-Mori’s voice was sharp, colder than I’d ever heard it.
”S-Sorry, Morina-sama,” I stammered, flattening myself to the floor in a bow. It felt like I’d been hit with a sucker punch before the bell even rang, but she wasn’t wrong.
Mori-Mori stood over me, her small frame somehow looming. “You, a prince of a fallen kingdom, have been spared execution by Lady Marina’s mercy. Instead, you’ve been reduced to a slave—a plaything. Do you understand what that means?”
”Yes,” I said, keeping my eyes on the floor. “I swear to serve Lady Marina’s pleasure with lifelong loyalty.”
”Then offer the kiss of submission,” Ms. Marina commanded, her voice dripping with authority as she lifted her foot, wiggling her toes expectantly.
Humiliating? Sure. But being a slave to a stunning beauty like Ms. Marina? Not the worst deal. I crawled forward, careful not to lift my head too high, and pressed my lips to the top of her foot. “Takumi Nash, as Marina＝Katarina-sama’s slave, will devote himself to your sexual service,” I said, my voice muffled against her skin.
”Do your best,” Ms. Marina replied coolly. “If you prove useless, I’ll have that manhood of yours cut off and fed to beasts right before your eyes. Remember that.”
Her ruthless words sent a chill through me as I stared at her smooth, tanned skin. I kissed her other foot, keeping it dry and reverent, my hands trembling slightly as I held it.
”Now, suck,” she ordered.
”Thank you for the opportunity,” I replied, my voice steady despite the heat rising in my cheeks. I took her big toe into my mouth, rolling my tongue gently around it. Her slender, feminine foot was surprisingly soft, with no hint of sweat—just a faint, almost floral scent. This was the foot of a refined, busty beauty who, in this moment, was my slave. The irony of this world’s harshness hit me like a ton of bricks.
Once I’d finished lavishing attention on all ten toes, Mori-Mori spoke up. “Expose yourself. You’re permitted to stand halfway.”
I scooted back a bit and started undressing. My erection was, uh, very obvious. Once I was fully stripped, I clasped my hands behind my back, signaling submission. I think that’s how male slaves are supposed to stand, right?
”Not a bad manhood,” Ms. Marina said, her eyes glinting as she appraised me. “Let’s see if it’s worthy of a plaything.”
”Pleasure yourself, Takumi,” Mori-Mori ordered. “You’re allowed to use your hands.”
”Yes, Morina-sama,” I replied, gripping myself with my right hand and starting to move. Jerking off on command? A first for me. Ms. Marina’s gaze was different now—sharp, intense, and it sent a thrill through me that was way more than just a little exciting.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to meet her eyes, so I fixed my gaze on her lap instead, letting that fuel me as I worked my hand. Ms. Marina, who’d never hesitate to offer herself and her daughter up to me as a “mother-daughter special,” was still fully clothed today, her curves hidden beneath fabric.
”Finish,” Mori-Mori commanded.
”Yes… ngh, it’s coming…!”
Spurt, spurt, spluuurt!
Splaaash, spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
I came right on cue, my release splattering uselessly onto the floor. I slowed my strokes, squeezing out the last drops from my tip.
”You followed Morina’s orders well,” Ms. Marina said, her voice approving. “The hardness, the volume—impressive. Go on, Morina.”
”Yes, Lady Marina,” Mori-Mori replied. Suddenly, her small hand wrapped around me from behind, jerking me with a fierce intensity. She used the leftover semen as lube, the slick sounds filling the air with a raw, musky scent. Her hand was getting messy, but she didn’t seem to care.
”Ngh… Morina-sama, your hand’s getting dirty,” I gasped.
”No matter,” she said coldly. “You’ll clean it with your tongue later.”
Slick, slick, slick, slick!
Under Ms. Marina’s piercing gaze, my body was already gearing up for round two, churning out more with alarming speed.
”There are competitions among slaves to see how many times they can finish in a set time,” Ms. Marina said, her voice dripping with amusement. “A prince of a fallen kingdom like you makes for quite the spectacle. Go on, make a pathetic show of it.”
”Understood, Takumi,” Mori-Mori said, stretching up to whisper coldly in my ear. “What are you supposed to do?”
Normally, she’d be teasing my neck or spine with her tongue, but today, she just grabbed me—hard. It hurt a little, but the humiliation was morphing into pleasure.
”To… finish a second time, quickly,” I managed.
”Then do it,” she snapped. “Do you intend to tire out my hand?”
”S-Sorry, I’ll… ngh, it’s coming…!”
Spurt, splurt, splurt, spluuurt!
Splaaash, throb, throb, throb…!
Unlike Aria’s tender, loving technique, Mori-Mori didn’t bother catching my release. It sprayed across the floor, overwriting the first mess with fresh streaks.
”What a pathetic display,” Ms. Marina said, her tone almost fond. “But I like it.”
”I’m sorry for dirtying your eyes, Lady Marina,” I said, bowing my head.
”I’ll make you my plaything,” she declared. “Now, grovel.”
My knees buckled—another kick from Mori-Mori—and I dropped to the floor, prostrating myself as ordered.
”Thank you for taking me as your slave,” I said, my voice muffled against the cold stone.
Ms. Marina chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “This will be fun. But first, a punishment. Morina, discipline him for dirtying the floor.”
Punished for following orders? Unfair, but that’s the life of a slave, I guess.
”You heard her, Takumi,” Mori-Mori said, her voice unrelenting. “Clean your mess with your tongue.”
…Wait, seriously? But I did say they could go all out. And, well, I’ve made girls deal with this stuff plenty of times. Fair’s fair.
”I’ll clean it,” I said, steeling myself. I leaned down, my tongue brushing against my own release. So this is what it tastes like… less about flavor, more about the smell. I licked carefully, cleaning the floor bit by bit. If I’m gonna own slaves, I should know what they go through, right?
”Slow, but adequate,” Mori-Mori said as I finished. “Now, you’ll serve.”
With that, she slid her underwear down and lifted her skirt. Her tanned skin gave way to a glistening, almost obscene sight. Her cold, commanding gaze pierced through me.
”Lick and serve, Takumi,” she ordered.
”Yes,” I said, my voice steady. “I’ll fulfill my role as a pleasure slave.”
And so, I began my service to Mori-Mori, my tongue moving with careful devotion.
Notes:
• Mori-Mori – Secretary and slave to Takumi-sama. Young, silver-haired, and brown-skinned. Recently came of age (first menstruation). Highly intelligent and skilled in administrative tasks. Holds a deep sense of loyalty and devotion to Takumi-sama, willingly offering herself as a ‘s*x-treatment onahole.’ Daughter of Ms. Marina, niece of Ranka-san. First appearance in v6c1.
• Marina – Ranka’s older sister. The formal owner of Merchant Guild Katarina.
• McGaref – Fortress city, adventurer hub.
• Takumi Nash – Councilor of the McGaref Autonomous Government commanding the Liberation Army.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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