Chapter 90 Obedience
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
To bind Suzuri completely, that was the unavoidable condition to finally secure this disloyal servant. Eighty years of solitude and the near-death process of her servant transformation had severely warped Suzuri’s psyche, causing her to cling to an obstinate, unyielding stance even when her mind was captive to her body of servitude. But now, through a potent blend of deep affection and raw intensity, Yuuri had at last forced her to abandon that conviction.
Consequently, Suzuri now stood bound by a new fidelity: if ever asked how she would offer herself, she was compelled to answer “through surrender,” or risk compounding her disloyalty. His Master’s initial “mercy” had granted her one pass, but there would be no second. The tiny wedge he had finally driven into her mind had to be hammered in deeper while Suzuri was still melting in ecstasy.
”My Master! My Master! Hurry, please! Into my core! Drive it into Suzuri’s devoted sanctum, I beg youuu!💖” she shrieked. Suzuri, who had thrown away everything in pursuit of this ultimate rapture, was now crying out, her gaze flickering between his throbbing resolve and her own fervent core. Having finally found the justification to display her subservience, she clearly had no more shame or pretense left to lose if it meant being released from the restraint that denied her the peak of climax.
”Of course I will… But don’t you dare think simple unity will suffice,” Yuuri pronounced, his voice low. If he were to simply unite his essence with her now, it would merely be a reward for her obedience. What Suzuri owed him was complete and utter subjugation. To prove her spoken words were not empty air, she needed to wholly subject herself to every function and power of her Master, accepting his every interference.
And that, of course, included the features of this Individual Domain, the very same power she had once insolently forced her Master to attune to, born from her disloyal struggle.
She had to use her own spirit to pay for the slight of claiming that mere human guidance was insufficient and causing harm to her Master. Suzuri’s cheeks, which had been raised in a lazy, expectant smile, thinking the unity was imminent, immediately tensed into a mask of shock as various tentacles sprouted from all directions and swarmed her.
”Hee! No! The tentacles! This is too much, I can’t! If my whole body is challenged now, I’ll truly lose my mind!” she wailed, her voice cracking.
”Be silent,” Yuuri commanded. “I can see your desperate anticipation even when your core is twitching with apparent resistance. Besides, I thought I was going to lose my mind when my own thoughts were first being messed with!”
Yuuri instantly knew the decision to unleash the tentacles before unity was the right one. Deep within Suzuri’s core, a scar lingered.
No matter how much she valued propriety and sought to serve him faithfully, her near-death experience made her hyper-sensitive to her own torment. The only way to erase this was to overwrite it with an experience of equal magnitude, a flood of intensity so overwhelming that any normal person would be unable to bear it. Just as the two sister servants could endure the full power of his loving challenge by sheer force of will, the servant’s body itself was capable of receiving an inexhaustible amount of fervor.
Therefore, there was no reason why Suzuri’s spirit, which had endured eighty years as a prisoner of darkness, could not endure this.
As if to prove this, he directed the waiting tentacles toward her. As the distinct tips assailed every assigned area, Suzuri’s body convulsed, unleashing high-pitched cries that bordered on screams, all while appealing for release from the overwhelming sensations.
”Hog! Gh, Fuguuuh! Yuuri! I can’t take it! It’s too much! Your resolve! I need your resolve!” she gasped.
”No,” Yuuri stated firmly. “I will cease excusing your impertinence as the fault of a newcomer. I will have you graduate from half-a-servant right now.”
At his words, which implied the minimum required aptitude for a true servant, a light of resolve suddenly ignited in Suzuri’s eyes. Yes, neither Ashley nor Marina ever pulled back from intensity, no matter how fiercely he drove it into them; they screamed, but never pushed the sensation away. Even amid the sharp ecstasy and the anxiety of being held back from climax, the perceptive Suzuri understood the true meaning behind her Master’s words.
”Oh! My sisters! They endure even such challenge without it troubling them?” she choked out.
”They do,” Yuuri confirmed. “And they don’t just endure it; they don’t even break a sweat. They’ll actually seize hold of my resolve while verbally challenging me.”
He recalled the image of the two women, a defiant smile on their faces as they endured the magical tentacles that sprouted from his crotch tattoo, daring him to do his worst.
Suzuri seemed to grasp her own inadequacy from her Master’s self-deprecating revelation and averted gaze. She had been writhing to evade the tentacles’ targets, but now, she began to actively expose her spirit and core to the invading guidance.
”Fugu! T-Then this much will not make me cry out! I will not show weakness! Master, please bestow your favor! Please adore Suzuri fully with your own hands! Please!” she pleaded, now fully seeking the pain/intensity.
”Well spoken. Remain exactly as you are until I have fully enjoyed your spirit. Ah, but if I hear enough of those fervent cries, I might just be tempted to unite my resolve sooner, mightn’t I?” Yuuri taunted.
He had always maintained the principle of never comparing one woman to another when uniting with them, even if they were servants who could be used as he pleased. To truly connect and have the most fulfilling unity, he had to fully engage with each of these incredible women individually.
The result was that he could savor the distinct charms of each servant without diminishing them. Conversely, however, this meant the three servants had no idea how they measured up against the others.
Of course, he had no intention of making his women compete for his favor like concubines in some palace harem. But just this once, Suzuri needed to fully embrace the greatest intensity a servant could receive, and he had to silence any complaints that rejected it.
”Hee! Ah! Yes, I will sing! I will trill! This wonderful favor from Yuuri! This adoration from my Master! Th-thank you! I thank you for using me! Being cherished like this makes Suzuri the happiest woman alive!” she cooed, her voice soaring.
”Hahh, hah! Good, Suzuri’s spirit!” Yuuri panted. “She is both a warrior and a woman! A hunter and the prey! A woman with a spirit so perfect is… is mine!”
Suzuri had already grasped what was necessary to deepen their Master-servant bond.
Each time she raised her clear voice in ecstasy, casting aside her mask of composure to proclaim that her honed spirit belonged to her Master, Yuuri felt a powerful surge of conquest and satisfaction. Without hesitation, he directed the tentacles to confirm the essence of her full spirit and lithe muscles, all the while enjoying the seductive sight of her female form being squeezed by the horrific, fleshy cords.
”Hah! Wonderful! Yuuri is mesmerized by my spirit! Ooh, don’t squeeze my core so hard! If you probe my center too, my resolve will start to tingle intensely!” she cried out.
”Tch, of course I am!” Yuuri growled. “Your spirit is all mine! I’ll make you wear the most fervent expressions if it means I get strengthened by it!”
Perhaps because she boasted of her agility, Suzuri’s slender, long limbs looked spectacular when entangled by the tentacles.
Her speed, which was her strength, was now utterly sealed as she was firmly trapped by the five-fingered tentacles, creating a unique intensity as she resigned herself to this vulnerable state with a mournful allure. The fact that her Master was the one enforcing this, and that Suzuri, giving him a tearful, alluring glance, actually desired it, further satisfied his need for control.
”Ah, Suzuri…! You’re beautiful!” he murmured.
”Hah, hey! Ah! My spirit is being shaped and reinforced! These tentacles are too good!” she whimpered.
Her full spirit, which seemed almost like a counterbalance for a shinobi who required lightness, was nonetheless one of Suzuri’s charms, as if added later purely to strengthen her Master. He kneaded them with his favorite five-fingered tentacles.
While the other tentacles also had unique shapes for challenging women, the five-fingered ones were conveniently more versatile, being modeled on human hands. Moreover, their fingers were longer and thinner than a human’s, allowing them to penetrate deeper into the soft essence, intensifying the stimulation and increasing the deformation of her female spirit as the resolve spilled out between the gaps.
It was a tentacle full of functional beauty, designed not only to resemble a hand but also to maximize the intensity given to the woman and the visual satisfaction of the Master.
He summoned a large number of these favorites, guiding Suzuri’s entire spirit. The sight, like his beloved woman being strengthened by a crowd of men, stirred a dark, possessive emotion within him, causing his resolve to throb violently.
”Hah! My peaks are being twirled! My center is tingling! My core is being prodded! Hoooon! My rear defenses are being tested, no!” she screamed.
There was no conscious intention to torment Suzuri by teasing and delaying her. A servant’s primary function was to strengthen her Master with her attractive spirit, and unity was only granted when his excitement peaked.
Even if she was overwhelmed by intensity so fierce that it blurred her consciousness, this was a primal duty a servant must accept. But her writhing in ecstasy was precisely what the Master desired most from his servant.
”Damn it, I can’t hold back!”
Finally, the desire he had been suppressing reached its limit. Up until now, his rationale had held him back from unity due to Suzuri’s lingering insubordination.
However, he could no longer stand to ignore the utterly broken girl, who was now thoroughly enjoying the tentacles’ guidance with eyes blurred by the intensity etched onto her soul. He closed the gap he had been keeping, leaning over Suzuri and covering her body with his. He took hold of her legs, which were spread wide, and aimed his maximally engorged resolve at the inner sanctum, which gaped above the rear defenses that were being tested.
”Hee! Fu, fu, fuuuh! Kuwaaaah!” she cried in surprise.
”Haha, amazing. She nearly surrendered just from the touch. I wonder what’ll happen when I drive it in?” Yuuri mused.
It seemed the restriction on climaxing without her Master’s resolve was not limited to unity alone. Suzuri’s body, already maximally aroused, had been pushed past the limit by the accumulated sensation at the mere touch of his strength.
”Fuh! Hee! It d-doesn’t matter what happens! This is necessary to become Yuuri’s servant in the truest sense! I swore that I would stay by your side! That I would never leave Yuuri! To fulfill that vow, I have no reason to fear going temporarily overwhelmed!” she declared with fierce determination.
Listening to Suzuri’s resolve, Yuuri gently traced the perimeter of her thoroughly fervent inner sanctum with the tip of his core. He savored the sensation of her flushed, twitching essence and looked into the eyes of his servant, who now only waited to be united with her Master.
Her tense limbs were entangled by the tentacles, and various parts of her body were restrained, grabbed, and pinched by the five-fingered tentacles. While gasping in short breaths due to the intensity they elicited, her dark, moist eyes stared straight back at him.
Even as tears streamed down her face from the assault of fervor, the strength in her gaze warmed his chest. The disloyal servant was gone.
This was no longer a frantic scout clinging to self-sacrifice out of desperation, nor a timid girl merely longing for her sisters. This was a shinobi with an unwavering will, prepared to walk her own path, as a servant, as a consort, and as a partner…
”Well said. You are a full-fledged servant.”
”…Hmph!”
Receiving his declaration, Yuuri lowered his lips to Suzuri’s, who was convulsing with intensity and breathing in muffled gasps. It was a kiss that barely brushed her skin.
He locked eyes with her for a moment before reapplying his core to her entrance… and choosing the exact moment Suzuri let out a breath, he thrust his hips forward in a single, powerful motion.
—DOCHUN!
”—Hk! Ah…?”
His entire resolve was buried at once, reaching her deepest core. In a sense, it was a surprise attack, seizing the instant Suzuri’s guard was down, her mind hazy with ecstasy. At the sudden unity, Suzuri’s body gave a single, massive spasm.
In a way, it was an incredibly sparse reaction for a servant. But, as if to deny that sparsity, a particularly strong light erupted from the crotch tattoo. Urged on by the light and the resolve that stretched her inner passage to its limit, Suzuri’s shoulders gradually began to tremble.
”Higi, Heh! Hah! Aah! Aaaahhh!?”
Starting slowly, then intensifying, the body pinned to the fleshy mattress began to convulse. Suzuri had expected mind-shattering intensity and undoubtedly prepared herself for it. However, immediately after being united, her thoughts were not consumed by the expected stimulus. Instead, the fervor that gradually revealed its full scope was a tsunami that towered far above her head.
The despair of having her resolve mocked by this intensity, Suzuri knew its terror deep in her soul. Her refined, tear-soaked face was briefly overtaken by blank astonishment, then twisted by fear, and finally settled into a pathetic, resigned smile. But even that trace of intellect was not allowed to remain. The overwhelming torrent of intensity swept Suzuri away, along with her meager determination.
”Iguu! Th-this! Igg! Ig-ig-ig-iguuuu… Iguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
Simultaneously with the forceful squeezing of her essence around his resolve, the girl’s surrender-shriek echoed through the fleshy coffin. Suzuri twisted frantically, digging her soft spirit into the tentacles, as if this self-challenge were the only way to escape the intensity, writhing madly on the mattress where she was pinned. Fearing she might bite off her tongue, Yuuri thrust a mouth-tentacle into her open mouth.
She instantly bit down, as expected, but the fleshy vine was undamaged due to the coercive magic. When he then gently nipped at the tongue flailing in her mouth with the tentacle’s serrated edge, Suzuri instinctively ceased her struggle, shrinking her body as if her weak point had been found. But, of course, hiding her spirit from her Master was not allowed; her limbs were pulled back, exposing her climax-shuddering body to his curious gaze.
”Fuguu! Ugh! Fuguuuuuhhhnn!” she moaned.
”Oh, oh. Clinging to my resolve, are you? But if you squeeze like that, the shape of my strength will be burned into your mind forever… Well, that might make it harder for you to want to die, so I suppose it’s convenient,” Yuuri observed.
The first great wave seemed to have passed, but the unbearable waves of intensity still rebounded, repeatedly challenging Suzuri’s body. She seemed incapable of responding to her Master’s words, her inner muscles merely squeezing his resolve tighter and tighter.
His servant’s passage was now perfectly molded to the shape of his strength. Yuuri now savored the custom-fit comfort, patiently waiting for Suzuri’s climax to subside.
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.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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