Chapter 89 The Yoke of Flesh
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Master ran his hands—or what served as them—over Suzuri’s body, slick and shimmering with viscous fluid. The tentacles that had replaced his two hands naturally shared every sensation with him. Even now, the mouth-tipped suckers gently nipping at her most sensitive peaks and core transmitted the thrilling contact of engorged resolve and the yielding softness of her restrained limbs. He could feel the full extent of Suzuri’s spirit, right down to the wriggling of her rear defenses, which were tightening around the invasive yoke in a plea for release.
”Ohh, hngh! Ohh, ahnn! Heah! So slick, so squishy, this is too much, Master Yuuri!” Suzuri cried out, her voice a breathless, supplicating whine. “It’s like a parasol opened inside me, and now I can’t get it out, it’s trapped meee!”
”Indeed,” Yuuri rumbled, his voice low and possessive. “Suzuri is a slippery one. But if that wide-open rear is used to graze every inch of her inner walls, she won’t ever be running from My grasp again, will she?”
The space of flesh was now fully attuned to him; he could manipulate it at will. Should Suzuri ever think of rebelling, it would be simple to capture her again. All the more reason, then, to crush her spirit and make her submit beforehand. Like taming a wild mare, a bridle must be fitted to a difficult girl. But the restraint wasn’t in her mouth—it was deep in her rear defenses. Through this humiliating trial of endurance, he would shackle his disloyal servant, breaking her spirit of defiance. Once subjected to this, even a swift-footed shinobi would find escape impossible on her celebrated legs. As proof, Suzuri thrashed her hips, utterly lost in the sweet, exquisite intensity delivered by the fleshy restraint.
”Nngh! Hiiiih! I caaan’t! I can’t! I can’t do thisss!” she wailed, her voice thick with desperation. “All my limbs are bound, and now my rear is being tested too… Nnngh! Even a rope-escape artist couldn’t get free! This monstrous Yoke has me shackled so completely! I beg for a quick end; I’ll just lay out my resolve and surrenderrrr!”
”Oh-ho, such a naughty, eager wiggle you’ve got goin’ there,” Yuuri chuckled, a dark undertone in his voice. “Ah, damn it. I only planned on testing you with the tentacles… My apologies, Suzuri. I’m not quite a complete monster yet.”
By offering up her own exquisite spirit, Suzuri had encouraged her Master to become one with this alien space. Now, he could generate and control tentacles without any hindrance. But though he could split his body into pieces and move different structures independently, the core of him was still his human form. No matter how many tentacles he birthed—easily ten or more—to restrain her like the hands of multiple men, the tools he truly longed to use to guide the immobilized Suzuri were his own familiar arms and his fiercely determined resolve.
”Heeeh! That’s it! Strength! I want to take Yuuri’s strength toooo!” Suzuri’s voice cracked with fervor. “Fill me up, front and back, with your essence, Yuuri, and make me yours, submit me completelyyyy!”
”Haha, I’d love to give it to you right now, but hold on a minute,” Yuuri countered, a dominant smirk in his tone. “A disobedient servant needs a proper lesson first. I’m going to challenge you a lot more before I finally unite with you.”
He used the tentacles wrapped around her legs to fix her in a shamelessly wide-open stance. Drenched in fervent energy and already straining wide, Suzuri’s inner core was ready, fully capable of uniting with his own aroused determination. But the intensity was, so far, only indirectly channeled through the tentacles. If he was to take her as the beloved being she was, there needed to be direct contact before the main event. He moved his idle hands to her core, which was straining upwards, pleading for unity. As he pulled the mouth-tentacle away from her most sensitive point, he slipped his fingers into her inner sanctum, pressing down firmly with his thumb simultaneously.
”Agh! F-ngh! That’s cruel! Cruel!” Suzuri whimpered. “I’m more than ready, Master! I can’t bear it anymore! Please, drive your powerful strength into Suzuri’s devoted core!”
”Shut up!” Yuuri growled, his voice a sharp, sudden crack. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait and got herself overwhelmed with the tentacles after shamelessly baiting me! That thing in your rear isn’t even doing anything for me, understand?!”
It was certainly convenient to challenge a woman’s resolve simultaneously with multiple tentacles. Restraining her and changing her position was also more efficient with their help, and their grotesque appearance was supposed to incite a desired reaction of surrender. But all that did was increase Suzuri’s intensity, leaving the Master himself behind. A servant’s true duty was to strengthen their Master above all else. He did enjoy watching her writhe from his own handiwork, but it was better to share the intensity—and having the main event delayed felt truly unsatisfying.
”Heh! Forgive me! I’m so sorry!” Suzuri gasped, tears welling in her eyes. “It was also my duty as your kin to invite you to unite yourself! I… Is this better?” She tried to caress and envelop his fingers, using them as a substitute for his strength. “If I make fervent sounds and pretend your fingers are your strength, will that excite you enough, Master?”
”Ooh, impressive,” Yuuri admired. “I thought you’d be too stretched from my resolve, but you’re gripping my fingers tightly. Haha, getting this overwhelmed just from a finger-challenge, huh? That twitching inside your core tells me you’re close to surrender.”
Suzuri’s thighs were already wide open from the tentacles, fixing her in a posture that pleased her Master’s eye. She used the limited movement she had left to desperately press her inner resolve against the inserted fingers, doing her best to serve. That sweet, dedicated display—as if she’d finally remembered her role—was far more satisfying to his sense of dominion than merely seeing her tested by the tentacles. The resulting surge of desire manifested immediately as a punishing determination.
”Haaah, ahhh! Strength, strength, Strengthhhh!” she pleaded, her hips bucking slightly. “Your strength is raging! It’s huge! Please, thrust it into Suzuri’s devoted core, your exclusive core!”
”Haha, you’re adorable!” Yuuri chuckled. “This ridge right here, on the upper wall of your inner sanctum, is your favorite spot, isn’t it? But bad news, you don’t get the strength until you’ve strengthened me. Go on, surrender right now, just like that! Show your shamefully fervent climax to your Master!”
Even amidst the all-consuming intensity delivered by the all-over guidance of the tentacles, Suzuri, with her top-tier shinobi senses, could clearly perceive her Master’s arousal. Desperate to receive the unity, she threw away all sense of self-deprecation, nodding her head repeatedly as she shrieked for the peak that was so agonizingly close.
”Yes! Yes! I’ll show you my surrender!” she screamed. “Please watch my shameful, fervent climax as I’m guided by Yuuri’s fingers! Haaagh! Aaah! I’m co—”
Suzuri’s body shuddered once, violently. Her limbs were firmly restrained, but she arched her core as much as possible, awaiting the ultimate intensity. A moment later, however—she simply collapsed limply onto the fleshy floor, as if nothing had happened.
”Heh, what? Ahh, ahhh! I… I can’t! I can’t surrenderrr!”
”…Ah, I’d forgotten,” Yuuri murmured, a calculated realization in his voice. “You can’t finish without My strength now, can you? I’ve been coddling you too much lately, going straight for the unity, and I completely forgot.”
That was a most basic function of the Familial Workshop skill. It was intended to force women he forcibly took to become servants through intensity, and then ensure they never rebelled again. Luckily, the three women who became his servants had all done so out of goodwill, meaning he’d never had to rely on the effect. But by withholding his unity now due to Suzuri’s recent disloyalty, it had unintentionally become the perfect reprimand for his unruly servant.
”Haaah! I can’t! I can’t surrenderr! Ahhh, aah, aaahhh!”
Suzuri’s body thrashed as if she were being consumed by fire. Intensity could only be called intensity once it was released. When he united with his servants, they usually managed to synchronize their surrenders, but even a slight misalignment would cause them considerable distress right before the peak. To forcibly sustain that state would be a living hell. Suzuri, though her screams were tearing her throat, realized the fire of intensity consuming her wouldn’t go out. Giving up on release, she muffled her cries and looked at him with an absolute, pleading stare.
”Yuuri! I beg you! Please show your strength mercy to me! I’ll go mad if this continues!”
Suzuri didn’t wriggle dramatically in her supplication. He understood that this was her shinobi aesthetic—to quietly offer her resolve in defeat. If he listened to her pleas now and united his strength, they would both undoubtedly achieve boundless intensity. But that would only be a momentary release. Once it was over, everything would be back to square one, and Suzuri might again deviate from the path due to her warped sense of duty.
There is no time but now. He had to force stubborn Suzuri to accept his demands and prevent any future recklessness. For that, even if it meant abandoning the reputation of a lenient Master, he absolutely could not unite his strength into her magnificent core right now.
”You’re honest, Suzuri. I like that attitude of yours,” Yuuri stated, flatly. “But honestly, it’s too late for just that.”
”Fweh, nooo! Yuuri, your… your strength!”
Yuuri leaned over the body of Suzuri, which was pinned to the fleshy floor. A brief flicker of hope sparked in her coal-black eyes, but he ignored it, passing over her wide-open core and settling his weight gently onto her solar plexus.
”Mmfh! Your strength! I want it! Nngh! Caress, caress!”
”Cough… Haha, you’ve suddenly lost all your patience, haven’t you?” Yuuri coughed, amused.
The best way to control a difficult girl was to dangle the bait. He had intended to show her that if she complied immediately, she would receive the unity of his strength. But Suzuri, already beyond her limit, seized the replacement—clamping onto his resolve, which was pushed against her, even through the abundance of her spirit, and began to envelop it immediately. Smiling at her desperate fervor, he detached the mouth-tentacle from her peak. He would normally scold her for such ill manners, but what he was doing now was a form of coercion, holding her greatest torment in the balance. Meticulous groundwork was required. If Suzuri, absorbed in serving his resolve, didn’t notice the new restraints being placed on her body, all the better.
Joining the flow of her frantic servicing, Yuuri took hold of the peak that had just been caressed by the mouth-tentacle, covered in slick fluid, and pinched it hard. Simultaneously, he cupped the entire essence of her spirit with his free fingers, pushing them together and rubbing them against his rigid resolve.
”Ahin! Mmf! Tthp! Can’t I have it nowww?” she pleaded, her voice choked with intensity. “My whole body is throbbing! If you just unite now, I’d surrender instantlyyy!”
”Don’t say that. We’re still in the phase where I’m getting my strength from your spirit,” Yuuri declared, his voice cold and commanding. “This is your reprimand for causing your Master so much trouble. Just assume you’ll be challenged all over without being allowed to climax for a while.”
He kneaded her hardened peak, savoring the softness of her full spirit with his hand and his resolve. Despite the Master’s cruel declaration, Suzuri didn’t protest further, instead caressing around his core seductively. She sensed that his intensity, thus enhanced, would only make his resolve grow fiercer, and besides, she welcomed the intensity itself. So long as she wasn’t forcibly pushed to surrender as before, she wouldn’t be consumed by the fire of inescapable ecstasy. She reasoned that if she pleased her Master, unity was guaranteed, and until then, the embers of intensity in her body wouldn’t be unbearable if she remained submissive. A shameless smile spread across Suzuri’s face, and she began to envelop his resolve with greater fervor.
But has she forgotten? Why this disloyal servant had made her own special area into this monstrous form? Why she had corrupted her obedient Master into a monster?
”Agh! What?! You went in?!”
Suddenly, Suzuri’s body tried to arch like a bow. Yuuri disregarded her shock, continuing to savor the essence of her spirit. She looked up at him, questioning, wondering what had just happened in her unseen core, covered by her straddling Master. The answer came as the mouth-tentacle that had been freed moments ago lunged back, biting into her most sensitive point.
”F-ngh! Hiiih! My core! And that, that thing that’s in me now… Is that Yuuri’s strength?!”
”That’s right,” Yuuri said. “You were so noisy about my resolve, so I made you one that’s exactly the same shape with my tentacles.”
Restraining Suzuri’s hips was already handled by the monstrous yoke plunged into her rear. Adding the biting tentacle to her core meant that the fear of being overwhelmed would keep her from moving her hips even an inch. Finally, plunging the simulated resolve-tentacle into her sealed the deal, forcing her to feel that familiar shape.
”Heeeh! Hooooooh! It’s amazing! It’s the same as Yuuri’s! Exactly the same as Yuuri’s strength!”
”Naturally. The thanks I owe you for turning me into a monster are still far from enough,” Yuuri drawled. “Because of you, I can now make the shape of your favorite resolve down to the last detail. Now, go on, check it out with your own inner core and see if it truly feels like my strength.”
It would be a waste to simply insert the fleshy guide he’d taken the trouble to create. Synchronizing his movements with the chewing tentacle on her core, he manipulated the tentacle-resolve, which was also kneading her hard peak, to simulate uniting motions, pressing against every part of Suzuri’s slick inner walls. The response was the exact movement of a servant’s core—unable to compete with the speed of the Master’s own resolve. A low laugh welled up in him at his own surprising crafting ability.
”Fhoh, oooh! Hngh! Ohhh! It’s the saame! The shape and the motion!” she cried, completely overwhelmed. “This is going to make me surrender instantly! But, but, I can’t surrenderr! Even this tentacle can’t beat Yuuri’s strength!
That Suzuri was desperately thrashing her hips against a single tentacle. Though he couldn’t see it with his own eyes while straddling her, the surveillance-like gaze from various points in the flesh-space captured every bit of her fervent behavior. She knew she could never climax from the tentacle, yet Suzuri couldn’t stop moving her hips. The inevitable result was that she only drove herself further into torment. Finally, weeping and heartbroken, she began to plead with the Master who was guiding her spirit.
”Augh! I can’t surrender! Let me! Please have mercy on me! Unite your real strength into me and make poor Suzuri climax!”
”—I refuse,” Yuuri stated.
He calmly looked down at Suzuri, who was struck by despair and wore an expression of disbelief. The entire situation had been orchestrated to force Suzuri to heed his demand. To pity her now would ruin all the groundwork. Still, prolonging her suffering was not his ultimate goal. He let go of the pale peak he had been pinching, wiped the tears from her eyes, and called out to her once more.
”If you want my strength, swear you won’t ever leave my side. Swear you won’t ever talk about dying for me again.”
”Th-that’s…”
He couldn’t know what the future held. When things truly became desperate, there would be times when a ruthless decision had to be made to ensure the survival of even a few. He wouldn’t shy away from that. But Suzuri, unlike the other two servants, had a dangerous tendency to throw away her own life as easily as casting a stone. He just wanted Suzuri to at least pause, like Ashley and the others, and make a solemn vow before committing herself to death.
”Haaah, ahn! Th-that’s!”
Even in this life-or-death situation, Suzuri likely couldn’t immediately go back on her word. As expected, her words dwindled, contrasting with her rising intensity. He understood why Suzuri was so stubborn; a simple look told him why. Suzuri is simply an intensely earnest girl. She intended to carry out her responsibilities even at the cost of her life—a respectable creed, but one that could lead her to sacrifice herself even in situations they could navigate together. While she might be okay with that, he, as the Master entrusted with her life, couldn’t allow it.
”Listen, Suzuri. I know you have a troublesome nature that won’t agree to anything you can’t guarantee. But I’ve never heard of anyone who went their entire life without breaking a single word they said,” Yuuri asserted, his voice patient but firm. “Sometimes, things go differently than planned in life. The important thing is having someone there to help you when that happens.”
To prevent her mind from shutting down, he slowed the movement of the tentacle-resolve in her inner sanctum. At the same time, he manipulated the rear tentacle and the core mouth-sucker to maintain a constant, low-level stream of intensity, trying to melt her stubborn will.
”You have us now. I understand that you value us and are willing to risk your life for us. That’s why I want you to let us shoulder some of your burdens too. This is something my own Master taught me: trust isn’t about being free of burdens, it’s about having a relationship where you feel okay putting burdens on each other. Just as you trust us enough to shoulder the burden of our family’s safety, won’t you let us shoulder the burden of yours?”
Though couched in gentle terms, this was tantamount to telling her to change the guiding principle of her life. He knew the headstrong Suzuri couldn’t change her mind instantly. In fact, the thoughtful, silent Suzuri couldn’t find the words to satisfy both herself and him, even after considering the possibility. Which was, in itself, the correct response. They had plenty of time to work this out—the full dungeon conquest was still a ways off.
But since I made it a condition for the Master’s unity, the life-and-death issue for the servant, I need an answer right now!
”Suzuri, I trust you. That’s why I can gladly shoulder the burden of your lies,” Yuuri’s voice deepened. “I’ll ask one more time, Suzuri. Swear you won’t ever leave My side, if you want my strength?”
”Th-that’s—F-ugh!”
Without waiting for Suzuri’s answer, the rhythm of the tentacles resumed. Ignoring Suzuri as she was tossed about by the renewed, violent surge of sensation, Yuuri restarted the act of strengthening his resolve against her spirit. The unending wave of intensity was enough to break even the persistent Suzuri. But this time, he was hitting her with it after showing her the way out. A small opening had been created in her faith—a faith bent by love, and now that opening could be filled with the same love.
”Hngh! Nngh! Ohhh! Nnngh! Haaah! It’s going to… to come againnn!”
He used the intensity to drive the stubborn girl forward, preempting her attempts to escape the sensation and focusing his attacks on the spots where she slackened. Trapped in the cage of flesh, he knew her body intimately. He succeeded in pushing her instantly to the breaking point, leaving Suzuri no choice but to cling to her Master’s mercy.
”Now, answer me, Suzuri! What do you have to say to me?!”
”Haaah! Aah! I want to surrender! Let me surrender! I’ll stay by Yuuri’s side forever! I won’t ever leave Yuuri’s side! Let me surrender with Yuuri’s strength!”
At last, Suzuri had broken her vow. This promise wasn’t a legally binding contract, but even so, the words she’d uttered would pierce the solitary girl’s heart, serving as a wedge to halt her in moments of despair. —And he could believe that, seeing the utterly relieved smile that shone through Suzuri’s tears.
”Good girl! You can have it!”
”Nngh! Phihn!”
He lifted his hips immediately, pulling the tentacle-guide out of Suzuri’s inner sanctum. Had it been his real resolve, she would have instantly climaxed from the intense pleasure. But the girl, whose heart had melted despite the intense, unreleased intensity wracking her body, no longer begged for his strength. She trusted, without a doubt, that it would be given to her immediately. Yuuri leaned his face close to her cheek, which was alight with that clear emotion, and touched his lips to hers over her tears. Then, he drew back slightly on all fours to face the girl lying on the fleshy floor.
Notes:
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends, she endured long isolation while frozen in stone and relied on inner magic to preserve her sense of self.
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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