Chapter 112 The Boundary Crossed Erotic Fantasy of the Workshop’s Lustful Servant
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A while later, Ashley, who’d been bent double, her shoulders shaking, finally lay on her back and let out a great sigh.
Still, she kept her mouth hidden with her arm, and that—coupled with the blindfold she was still wearing—made her expression hard to read.
”I-I showed you such a shameful thing…” she squeezed out, her apology nothing more than a breathless wheeze. She was clearly trying to seem composed, but the full breasts I still held were heaving up and down wildly.
It seemed the amusement still simmered in her chest, though, for her words, broken up and halting, kept catching in little gasps.
”B-But, Yuuri, you should have just told me sooner. Because it applies to me, it’s a nuisance… asset! Hyaah! I’m so sorry, forgive me, forgive me!”
Yuuri had been trying to restrain himself until then, but now he couldn’t help but think that perhaps assailing her with affection was the fastest way to calm her down. To reprimand Ashley as she burst into laughter again, Yuuri slid his hand across the fabric covering her form, focusing his attention on the heightened sensitivity of her body.
”Ugh! Don’t be so angry with me… But, Yuuri’s presence, I might want to absorb it!” she gasped.
”Please, give me a break. I’m in no position to talk, but that would be too much destruction of my dignity…” Yuuri complained.
For a while after that, Yuuri tried to soothe the laughing Ashley by kissing her ears and cheeks and continuing his comforting touch. It worked; by the time her pale pink lips eased into a slack, blissful state, she was able to hold a normal conversation.
”Haaah, that’s right! Next time I see Shelm-sama, maybe I should ask her for more details!”
”Hey, stop that. Give it up. That goddess, she’s absolutely going to put wicked ideas in your head. Don’t even say things that will only lead to bad outcomes,” Yuuri growled.
But even after she’d finally stopped her hearty laughter, this young lady, now without any resistance to pleasure, was fixed on pursuing her cravings. She even resorted to praying to the villainous goddess, which Yuuri flat-out refused to allow, silencing her by holding her close to his chest.
”Honestly, the Suzuri business and now this essence business. You love intensity too much; you can’t fix this habit of going off the rails no matter how many times I warn you.” Yuuri sighed.
”Mmmh, that’s not it! I’m just getting a little heated up because I want to experience this with Yuuri!” she countered, pouting.
When she sets her mind to something, she goes straight for it, abandoning all brakes. That temperament hadn’t changed since they were reunited and Shelm filled her head with the specifications of the Familial Workshop. If Yuuri thought back, the very start of this relationship was Ashley’s own reckless rush to become his servant.
—And the same held true for several recent incidents.
Yuuri was trying to chastise her for going reckless, and she was correcting the reason for her recklessness without any shame! Marina was right: if Yuuri couldn’t properly take the reins of his chief servant right here, the Workshop’s whole family would face ruin, all thanks to love.
—Therefore, from here on out, Yuuri wouldn’t hold back.
He had to make Ashley, this very enthusiast of fervor, admit that he was the Master who could fully satisfy her even without her having to lose control. That was why he’d bowed his head to Marina earlier, and it was the meaning of his intimacy with Ashley now. The groundwork was laid; all that was left was to take the final step. Yuuri had to overcome a wall to stay with this wonderful childhood friend.
”Ashley. Despite my worries, you easily cross lines you can’t come back from. So, I’m going to discipline you. I’ll teach you with your own body that you can’t afford to let your guard down.” Yuuri declared.
”—Yes, sir!” she immediately agreed.
What did she think of the Master who’d just—more eloquently than usual—reproved her unrestrained nature? To begin with, Yuuri never felt like he fully satisfied Ashley during their usual closeness. Of course, with the help of the Familial Workshop, he’d given her enough pleasure to make her a disheveled, unashamed mess. But that was only because there was no way to go further, and it was still far from the absolute limit of experience Ashley could handle, wasn’t it?
As proof, unlike his other wives, she never started with the attitude of someone resigned to being overwhelmed. She always carried a testing air of ‘yoyu’, as if asking how much he was going to enjoy her.
Because of that, no matter how much Yuuri tried to play tough, it could be taken as a bluff. And that must be the case even with his declaration just now.
—Can he really handle and tame this wild spirit?
Apparently, Yuuri had a few hidden cards prepared. And this different attitude, unlike his usual behavior leading up to this point… —Maybe she could have a little expectation.
Undoubtedly, that single, short word of agreement contained only this much meaning. This was, without a doubt, the watershed moment that would decide the shape of their future.
—Resignation, or absolute submission?
To fulfill the expectation of his beloved who desperately craved connection, Yuuri took that first step.
”Mmmh! Chu! Churru!”
First, a kiss to signal the beginning. To show that the intense acts that followed were also born of love, Yuuri cupped her cheeks and began by lightly touching her lower lip so as not to startle her.
From there, he pulled the hem of her skirt, lifted her exposed legs, and spread her thighs as wide as possible. At the same time, Yuuri put his arms around her shoulders, securing Ashley’s body by the small of her back and behind her knees so she couldn’t escape.
”Fwahn! My core, it vibrates so intensely! It’s throbbing, hurry and comfort me, please!” she begged in a nasal, high-pitched voice as she pressed her body against his.
But that was a complaint that Yuuri’s method was too gentle. Or perhaps she was subtly showing her anger—was he even taking this seriously?
—Her criticism was spot on.
After all, both of Yuuri’s hands were used to restrain her, and the only way he could connect with her was through close physical attention. It was a situation where he couldn’t avoid being scolded for disappointing her, but an apostle of the Goddess isn’t limited to two hands.
”Y-Yuu—Haheh! Nwoah!?!?”
A sound of heightened anticipation echoed throughout the room.
The intimate focus that she thought was absolutely impossible. Her husband’s two hands were clearly not moving, used only to restrain her body. So, what was this presence that was now vigorously teasing her secret place?
—That’s right. This was one of the reasons Yuuri made Ashley wear the blindfold.
”Haah! What, what is this! It feels so good! Nwoh, Oooohh!”
”How about that? This is what it means to be modified,” Yuuri whispered near her ear, hugging her shoulders that writhed in response.
—If Yuuri had acquired the essence skill without the limitation of skill sharing with his master. Ashley herself might have been delighted. Yuuri might have been overwhelmed by her sweet devotion as her master. But what would his sisters think? The thought of them turning away from him was terrifying, and even if they envied them, the family would still rush toward ruin as one, with no future left.
Furthermore, what about when Yuuri had to bow his head to the Count after conquering the Labyrinth? He wouldn’t trust a man who unnecessarily interfered with his daughter’s body and couldn’t even control his own impulses.
—By contrast, what about the current situation, being intimately attended to by something in the darkness?
When a man and woman sharing their hearts suddenly had a third, impossible element inserted into the process, there’s no way one wouldn’t feel terror. The exhilaration that Ashley, dissatisfied with her current situation, sought, was definitely beyond this fear.
—This was the ultimate test for those who sought profound connection. It wasn’t just a request from Ashley for a stronger master. If she couldn’t withstand this additional complexity, it meant she didn’t even have the right to seek any more intensity than what she already had.
”Hah! Ahn! This, c-could it be!”
”That’s right. This is the power you’ve been waiting for, wife.” Yuuri admitted.
If possible, Yuuri didn’t want her to become obsessed with this. Because the brave girl who used to run through the fields of their hometown still shone vividly in his memory, alongside the beautiful, fervent Ashley he had now.
But people change. If Ashley accepted the power and desired even more connection, then Yuuri would gently put that dazzling girl into his memories, using all the strength he possessed to love this enthusiast of fervor until the end.
—This was an act of favoritism, applied with gentle force, just for her.
Hearing the word “power,” Ashley flinched for a moment, and Yuuri pressed his controlled energy deeper toward her core. It was already pulsing with anticipation, and he guided the folded extension along her sacred area.
”Fwahh, Ahn! Annngh! My core is vibrant, amazing, Fugiiiii!”
As Yuuri seriously increased the intensity of the power, her pleasant cries of ecstasy immediately grew even louder. Her body, which had been stiff at first, gradually relaxed, and her limbs only trembled occasionally from the attention, completely devoid of tension.
”Doesn’t that feel good, Ashley? But listen, your man was modified by a Goddess. Aren’t you scared?” Yuuri asked.
”Nnnn, Aah! I-I heard about it from Suzuri-san, and I was surprised! But, but Yuuri… aren’t you forgetting something? My body has already been turned into Yuuri’s vessel! It’s already transformed!” she cried out, and her words made Yuuri gasp.
Yuuri had taken her acceptance too kindly, but wasn’t the servant’s body itself the prime example of a transformed, modified existence? Her appearance was completely unchanged and reconstructed, but no ordinary woman had a crotch tattoo on her core. Her five senses didn’t unconditionally obey her master, and she couldn’t be recalled to the Workshop without permission.
In short, it came down to whether the modified person and the one involved could accept it. Yuuri remembered how he’d made such a fool of himself when Ashley’s forceful transformation into a servant was first revealed. Now, as if it were the most natural thing, he was taking turns embracing three servants.
This meant Ashley could potentially accept the power without resistance. But could such a thing really be possible? As Yuuri stared intensely at his childhood friend turned servant, Ashley seemed to sense his burning gaze on her skin.
”Nfuuh, and besides! Because I’m your servant, I just know! Th-This emanation that makes my core feel so good is a part of my master (Yuuri)!”
She stretched out the leg Yuuri held, escaping the slightly loosened restraint, and thrust her core toward the emanation. The concentrated focus crushed her most sensitive point, and simultaneously, her high-pitched cries echoed throughout the room.
Yuuri’s hand, which was no longer restraining her, merely rested on her thigh. As he stared at her intensely writhing hips, the crotch tattoo rose to the surface of her lower belly, visible even through the thick apron dress fabric.
”Damn it! Is this really… is this fervor what you want, you willful wife?!” Yuuri roared.
”Yes! I do, I do! Yuuri’s power! I know I’ll be overwhelmed by so many Yuuri’s intensities! Just imagining that makes my core twitch!” she shrieked back.
The restraint on her shoulder now only served as a support for her writhing body. Her passionate lips thrust out her tongue shamelessly, and her form bounced as she tempted her master, begging for more affection.
The girl who smiled at Yuuri in the fields of their hometown was no longer there. She had been painted over by a changed body and a changed relationship, existing only in his memory.
”Ugh, damn it! My Ashley!… This is it! You bastard! I’m going to check! I’m going to see if you really are the kind of woman who finds joy in being controlled by a presence like this!” Yuuri yelled in frustration.
”Yes, check! Your wife is a devoted servant who will be satisfied no matter what her husband does to her—Nhhiiiih!” she instantly affirmed, turning his challenge into a shared experience, and Yuuri pushed the emanation’s focus deep through the receptive area.
Questions were useless now. Yuuri should have known that from the start. He laid his unreserved wife, who was brazenly moving her hips in her husband’s arms, down on the bed and pulled back. Although he’d kept her most sensitive point fixed and motionless with the power that had been focusing on her core, Ashley knew this was far from over.
—Ashley, too, was trembling under the gaze of Yuuri’s fully-revealed, omnipresent eyes. Being burned by the Master’s gaze from all directions in the darkness sealed by the blindfold, she must have predicted the next act of connection would be on a grander scale.
To meet that expectation, countless extensions, each capable of great focus, appeared all around the reclining Ashley. They immediately began to strip off the apron dress that had been adorning her enchanting body since the beginning of the act.
”Kyah, Kyah! So many of Yuuri’s attentions! Hyaaah, I’m being held down! Haaah, this is too skillful! Being stripped without a chance to object!” she screamed joyfully.
”That’s right! I don’t have to hide these anymore. From now on, if you try to make me wait too long, I’ll just command your clothes off with them!” Yuuri announced.
Before, no matter that he was the Master, clumsily forcing the act with only two arms was undignified, and his authority would instantly crumble. That’s why he respected the servant’s mannerisms, which could also be a form of charm, but conversely, it was sometimes frustrating.
But now that Yuuri could control the extensions, he could compensate for his clumsiness with sheer force, using the number of focuses moving simultaneously, making it possible to compel the act without losing his authority. By flashing this new power, he could deepen his domination over his servant even further.
As proof, the extensions lifted Ashley’s body. Assigning one focus to each joint and another to each piece of clothing, they expertly stripped the thick dress off her while she was suspended in the inescapable air, placing her in the optimal position.
”Aah… this is amazing! To be so easily directed like this! Y-Yuuri, you’re cunning! You planned to enjoy this wonderful thing with only Suzuri and yourself, didn’t you?” she accused him.
”Ugh! I never thought you’d be happy about something like this!” Yuuri choked out.
In the darkness, despite the fear of falling, the fully satisfied Ashley let out a happy shriek and surrendered without resistance. The focused extensions undid buttons and loosened the sash, and the one-piece dress was immediately relieved of all its fastenings. The black dress was peeled away like a chrysalis shedding its skin, revealing her fair skin clad in white undergarments.
”Fooouh! It’s incredible! All these focuses touching my body… Every single one is Yuuri’s presence! I’m dizzy! I’m being stared at with naughty eyes by so many Yuuri’s, and so many Yuuri’s attentions are touching my skin!” she murmured dazedly.
”From now on, I can pamper you with this whenever you want, Ashley,” Yuuri whispered near her ear as he set her down on the bed.
It was a newly added grace that only a servant could enjoy. Perhaps because she was savoring the appreciation for it, Ashley didn’t even twitch as the extensions pulled the half-removed bra away from her arms.
”Well, I can’t hold back either. I’m going to take the bottom off and give you my full devotion.”
”Hah! Aah! Thank you so much! Please love me however you like, Yuuri!” she pleaded.
Even though Yuuri no longer needed to support Ashley’s body, he had no intention of withdrawing the extensions now. Having revealed that he could manipulate them at will, he intended to use them in their intimacy, of course.
It was all to fully satisfy his beloved wife, the untamable enthusiast. As Yuuri mentally mapped out the process, he gently stroked the dark red crotch tattoo etched upon her silky skin.
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Summary:
Yuuri realizes his lustful wife, Ashley, is still not fully satisfied and fears her recklessness will bring ruin to their Workshop family. In a pivotal erotic fantasy moment, he uses his hidden skill—the tentacles—to assert complete dominance.
Ashley, the servant and childhood friend, is overwhelmed by the inhuman pleasure, realizing this ‘monster’ part of her husband is exactly the ultimate sensation she craved. The chapter ends as Yuuri, filled with resolution, prepares to fully tame his beloved ‘lustful beast’ through extreme explicit love, finally crossing a relationship watershed moment toward absolute submission.
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Character Insight:
Yuuri’s internal struggle with becoming a ‘monster’ is a key emotional driver; his fear is balanced by his commitment to giving Ashley the total satisfaction she desperately wants. Ashley, the rebellious wife, shows that her primary motivation is not to defy him, but to push him to become the strongest master who can fully break her will with pleasure. Her ready acceptance of the tentacles confirms her identity as a pervert devoted only to her husband.
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Behind the Scene:
The author notes that this chapter was challenging to write due to a persistent cough, making concentration difficult. The next part, scheduled for April 9th, will continue the explicit scene, which is now fully committed to the tentacle dominance and servant submission dynamic established in this watershed encounter. The groundwork for Marina’s earlier warnings about Ashley’s temperament has now been directly addressed by Yuuri’s decisive, if morally grey, action.
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T/L:
¹ [Hōfuku] is literally ‘belly-bursting’—a formal way to describe hearty laughter. I chose ‘hearty laughter’ to fit the A1-B2 vocab. ↩
² The Familial Workshop is the skill/system that binds Yuuri and his wives/servants, granting them special abilities and status. I kept the English translation capitalized for consistency with the world-building. ↩
³ [Yoyū] means reserve, leeway, or composure. Here, it implies a testing, playful confidence that she has more to give. ↩
⁴ The Crotch Tattoo is a key magical mark from the Familial Workshop skill, signifying the servant’s absolute loyalty and magical alteration of their body. ↩
⁵ The omnipresent eyes refer to Yuuri’s ability as a Master to perceive his servant’s state, especially heightened in the dark, making her feel watched from ‘all directions.’ ↩
⁶ The crotch tattoo is physically described as akaguroi (reddish-black), a key detail that enhances the visual element of the explicit scene and its connection to the skill system. ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
• 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.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Ai – The recently-formed sub-divinity/ego who manages the world’s Skills. Her sudden, intense burst of divine will (“ki”) almost bleached Yuuri’s wicked thoughts. Called Yuuri “Elder Brother” and declared genuine affection and trust based on his efficiency with her Skills.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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