Chapter 115 Revenge of the Servant Wife Extreme Pleasure and Dominance
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri looked down again at Ashley, lying there, utterly surrendered to the extensions. Her limbs were bound tight, her core was ruthlessly engaged by his focused essence, and she couldn’t move—her sensitive points and tongue were held fast by the gripping extensions. With a blindfold on top of all that, she couldn’t even risk twisting her body unnecessarily. The only behavior she was allowed was to gently clench her receptacle, petitioning her Master for release. But even that small, submissive defiance was easily countered. If Yuuri noticed her attention drift to the extensions concentrating on her sensitive points or gently engaging her tongue, he just engaged hard with his essence, and her receptacle would cling to him, begging for mercy.
”Hold on, now. Just let me enjoy the view a little longer, will ya? I’ve got a well-fleshed woman, just my type, completely unable to move and totally accepting my essence. Ahh, this is amazing! My Ashley… so utterly surrendered… by me, with my own hands!” Yuuri demanded, his voice husky.
She lay there like a fixture built right into the bedchamber. Her fair-skinned body, tossed onto the mattress, spasmed and allowed the extensions to commit their engagement. The doll-like lack of resistance made Yuuri anxious, so he secretly reached out and gently focused on her most sensitive point. In return, he got a receptacle embrace so intense it nearly buckled his knees, making him almost collapse onto her.
”Fugh! Uuuuuuuu—♡♡” she moaned, muffled.
”S-Sorry. But don’t be intense like that! It’s hard for me, too, just having my essence engaged inside like this! So, come on, huh? Just a little longer, I’m begging ya. Show me your true form as my core-vessel.” Yuuri pleaded, almost whining.
Yuuri knew it was a foolish wish. But she was the kind of woman whose mere sight, once possessed, made his desire boil over. And because the thought was so foolish, Yuuri knew he could only ask for it now. Asking one of his wives to be humiliated when he was holding the others was out of the question. And facing all three of them at once would crush him. All Yuuri could manage was begging one of them like this. That’s why he wanted to enjoy it just a bit more, but he couldn’t stay like this forever. With a final, lingering look, Yuuri gently stroked the brilliantly glowing master’s mark and started his core movements again.
”Fuuuh! ♡ Uugh! Nuuuuuugh! ♡♡” Ashley cried out, her voice breaking.
”Haah, does that feel good, Ashley?!” Yuuri panted.
Yuuri didn’t even need to ask. Every time he engaged his essence against her, her receptacle writhed and tightened its grip. Still, Yuuri wanted a shy reaction, so he whispered into her ear, right above his pinned-down wife. But the beloved Servant, whose tongue was trapped, could only slightly lift her hips to meet his essence, her whole body doing nothing but spasming gently. It was the perfect embodiment of her Master’s obsession: her worth as nothing more than a vessel for his essence to engage into and gain pleasure.
Yuuri couldn’t tell if she was overcome by the pleasure from the master’s mark or just indulging her pathetic Master. All Yuuri knew was the fact that his childhood friend was lying before him, shamelessly exposing her body of devotion, and accepting his essence deep inside her core.
”Aah, Ashley! Ashley! You’re my woman! My…! Embrace my essence for me! Squeeze my receptacle tight so I can affirm my devotion all over your inside!” Yuuri shouted, his voice desperate.
”Unn ♡ Uuugh ♡ Ufuuuh ♡♡” Her muffled cries were chased by Yuuri’s rapidly increasing pace of pumping.
Yuuri devoured her immobile body, and pathetic sounds of his own search for further pleasure escaped his lips. Yuuri no longer knew what he was saying. The pleasure shooting up his spine from his essence took over, and he didn’t have the luxury of caring about Ashley. They both acknowledged their servitude and obsession, two souls deeply cherished. Though Yuuri started with gentle, considerate rhythm, his possessiveness and lust boiled over, and he lost all restraint. Yuuri could only think of how to make that vessel feel good, changing angle and speed, driving his core relentlessly toward the back of her receptacle and its entrance.
”Uuuh ♡ Fuguh! ♡ Ufuuh! ♡ Uuuuuu—♡♡” she wailed softly.
”Aheh! Fuh-hehhh! This is amazing! Ashley’s vessel! More! More! Heh, heh, heh— fuh-heh?” Yuuri gasped, his breath ragged.
As Yuuri continued to engage, sensations began to flash before his eyes. His rough breathing made it impossible to even call her name properly. Still, Yuuri chased only pleasure, unable to stop the essence he was engaging with all his might. Yuuri’s vision blurred from pleasure, but Ashley’s white skin and the master’s mark were burned clearly into his mind. Just as Yuuri kept engaging like a broken doll, the Mark of Servitude suddenly burst into magical light.
”W-What th— Fugyuuh! Ick! Hiiiih!? My essence is gonna overload! Uohoooouh!” Yuuri screamed, the pain and pleasure a violent shock.
”Fuhih! Hyuuh! ♡ Fuuuuh! ♡ Fuuuuh! ♡♡” Ashley’s response was a wave of pure ecstasy.
The moment Yuuri paused his core movement, wondering what was happening, the receptacle wall that had been pleasantly wrapping his essence clamped down with the force of a vise. In the midst of the core-crushing pleasure, Yuuri glanced at Ashley’s face, wondering if his skill had malfunctioned. His previously obedient childhood friend was focusing on the extension that was engaging her mouth, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, and wriggling her hips despite the restraints.
”Ah, Ashley, you’re…! Fuooh, that essence is in danger!” Yuuri croaked, losing his voice.
”Fuuuuh! ♡ Fuuuuh! ♡” She just breathed out pleasure.
The sudden increase in pressure from his wife’s receptacle, and the sight of his childhood friend driven to fury, made Yuuri realize he had been too self-absorbed. Ashley must have been getting lost in pleasure herself, thanks to the effect of the golden master’s mark. And she must have been eagerly waiting to reach bliss with her Master right away, ready to receive his essence into her womb.
Yet, the Master kept delaying, never accompanying his servant, just engaging her like he was focused only on himself. The intensity of being treated like an object must have excited her at first, but finally seeing her pathetic Master focusing solely on himself without any love or care snapped her patience.
”Aaaah, stop! My essence is overwhelming! Fuo! Oh! Oh! Ooh!” Yuuri begged, his voice a desperate shout.
”Fugih! Uggggh! ♡♡” Ashley groaned, utterly possessed.
The magical extension, meant to suppress the servant, which extends from inside the master’s mark, was now wrapping itself around Yuuri’s essence inside her receptacle! It was a self-engagement move—the servant, who should be unable to harm her Master, was dragging her Master into her own devoted pursuit! Yuuri remembered discovering this technique when she sought more pleasure, and he made her promise not to spread it, calling it ‘special favor’ due to the burden it caused her. Tired of the pressure, she had avoided it ever since, but Ashley, enraged, had easily broken the seal.
And not only that, the pleasure surging through Yuuri’s essence was even stronger than before! It was likely because the effect of the golden master’s mark was converting all the punitive focus into pure ecstasy and comfort. The tradeoff for this Divine Authority of the Goddess’s Chastity is that the woman, even if unwilling, is forced into submission. But Ashley, who was already obedient, was not bound by that constraint.
”Ngooh! Hooouh! That Ai! It was broken so easily!” Yuuri cried out in shock.
Yuuri remembered feeling a little complex when he was told about the Purification effect back in the Starry Horizon. After all, it’s an ability that completely overpowers any discomfort or negative feeling with pleasure and comfort. But flipped around, it meant that to fully serve her beloved Master, she wouldn’t have to feel any of the constraint she would normally hesitate to endure. Yes, Ashley’s self-devotion, which had previously caused her to stop, was back, now without any limits!
”Haah, nn! Hiiih, that feels good! My essence is being compressed dry!” Yuuri panted, half-screaming.
”Fuu ♡ Fuuuh ♡ Fuuuh! ♡♡” Her breathy reply was continuous.
Yuuri’s essence was being engaged by the receptacle that writhed and twisted, and his already sensitive spots were being tossed about by different contractions altogether. Pleasure rushed up Yuuri’s spine, and the sensation in his swollen essence was immediately urging him to culminate. Ashley, pinned to the bed like this, was truly the perfect vessel for his affirmation, finally complete. Yuuri frantically engaged his core into the ultimate pleasure-inducing flesh-vessel.
”Uooh, oh, oh-hoh! This is incredible! I’m culminating! Affirmation is coming out!” Yuuri bellowed.
”Nfuuuh! ♡ Fuh! ♡ Fuh! Fuguuh! ♡♡” Ashley was lost in her own sounds.
Yuuri no longer knew if Ashley was already culminating or just about to. They were just both surrendering the essence to the receptacle’s thrashing movement, chasing the unstoppable affirmation. Yuuri felt the signs—the convulsions in his essence—and the receptacle changed to a chaotic motion, urging him to cross the final line.
”Haah, ah, ah!” Yuuri’s breath hitched.
”Fuuuuuuuuh! ♡♡” Ashley’s long wail peaked.
Knowing Yuuri couldn’t stop the affirmation, he rammed his essence all the way in and ground his tip against her cervix. At the same time, the receptacle, aided by the magical extensions, clamped down fiercely, locking Yuuri’s essence in place.
”Uaah, ah, it’s coming!” Yuuri screamed.
”Fuguh, uah— Haaaaah! ♡” Ashley responded.
Yuuri was forced into an undignified affirmation, completely at the mercy of the flesh-vessel that was Ashley. It was humiliating for a Master, but the surge, like having devotion sucked directly from his core, promised an unquestionably glorious climax. Yuuri wouldn’t compromise on this release. He knew that when he poured his affirmation into her womb, Ashley would also culminate and collapse, screaming with mind-melting ecstasy. To not miss that sweet sound, Yuuri commanded the extensions to release her tongue. Ashley, meeting her Master’s demand, opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue, backing up his affirmation with an eager cry.
”Aah! ♡ My little essence is amazing! I can feel Yuuri’s presence! ♡♡ It sinks deep into the back of my receptacle, and I’m so happy to get all your affirmation!” Ashley cried out, her voice thick with bliss and devotion.
”Aah, haah, damn it! I’ll give it to you! Receptacle, Ashley’s! Uaaaaaah!” Yuuri roared.
DOBYUUH, BUBYUH, BYUUGUUH!
With the pleasure surging through Yuuri’s essence, an unbelievable amount of affirmation was fired into Ashley’s womb. It was a climax that felt like every bit of life force was squeezed out of his body. The trigger for it was the voice of his beloved, desperately begging for his affirmation in that unreserved cry. Seeking a climax that is desired is truly the best. Though Yuuri was inflamed by the novel situation, his heart wouldn’t be satisfied with a self-absorbed act of just expressing his focus. That thought finally crossed his mind, and with thanks for guiding him to climax, Yuuri pressed the tip of his focus against her cervix and surrendered to the blinding feeling of release.
”Hooh! ♡ Ick! I’m coming again! Receiving Yuuri’s affirmation! ♡ I’m coming again, again! ♡ I’m coming, coming, coming! I’M COOOOOOMING! ♡♡♡” she shrieked, utterly lost.
As the affirmation showed no sign of stopping, her culminating screams tickled Yuuri’s brain. Yuuri’s strength failed him with the mind-blowing pleasure, and his body shook, almost collapsing onto Ashley. The receptacle was not only strongly contracting but still repeating its contortions with the help of the extensions. Yuuri was barely able to support his own body, yet that greedy vessel continued to ruthlessly force the affirmation, trying to wring out even more devotion.
”Haaah, aaah! Stop, Ashley! My essence has nothing left! Receptacle, stop it!” Yuuri pleaded.
”Eheh, heh-heeh! ♡ More! Aaaah! ♡ Aaaah! Aaaaaah! ♡♡” Her refusal was ecstatic.
Yuuri’s plea for restraint was completely ignored. Her endless manipulation of his essence was as if she thought a man could affirm infinitely. Yuuri couldn’t deny that his stamina had increased thanks to his trained body and the blessing from his skill growth. But the woman Yuuri was facing was an ultimate creation, a body remodeled into the perfect servant by the Familial Workshop. Having that beloved person turn his skill against him meant Yuuri had no way to resist. If Yuuri was to beg so pitifully and be ignored, he considered pulling his essence out of her receptacle for a second. But running away from the body that had surrendered to him would be a disgrace to the Master of the Workshop, who ruled his servants with pleasure.
”Hooh! My essence is being focused on! ♡ I’m coming! My receptacle is being overwhelmed, and I’m coming again! ♡♡♡” Ashley wailed ecstatically.
Yuuri couldn’t run away now that he’d pushed Ashley this far. If he couldn’t endure passively, he would attack. As the skill generated in her womb ascended through her body, Yuuri started the final push. Yuuri aimed for the forced climax that comes with skill acquisition. Yuuri’d use the servant’s characteristic—that soul interference is converted into pleasure, leaving no escape—to take down the enthusiast of fervor.
”Haaah! ♡ I’m coming! Coming! COOOOMING! ♡♡” she screamed.
Like stabbing a blade, Yuuri pressed his tip firmly against her cervix and rubbed his essence against it relentlessly. Yuuri even mobilized the extensions concentrating on her sensitive points, repeating the sweet focusing to push the culminating Ashley even higher. Then, timing it for the moment the skill fused with Ashley’s soul, Yuuri poured all the remaining affirmation into her womb.
”COME, Ashley!” Yuuri roared.
”H-Hah! Fuaaah— HNYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! ♡♡♡” Her fair skin arched back voluptuously.
Yuuri’s childhood friend trembled violently, conveying the grief of her soul being slightly altered from its original form again. Yuuri gently supported her convulsing form with the extensions still wrapped around them. After several tens of seconds of intense climax, Ashley collapsed onto the bed like a cut string doll.
”—Hah! Man, that was the most intense one yet. You earned a rest, Ashley. …Ashley?” Yuuri panted.
It had its twists and turns, but the ending was the best affirmation Yuuri could ask for. Ashley must have also experienced Ai’s Divine Authority and been intoxicated by an even stronger pleasure. Yuuri was about to thank her for trusting him with this first experience when he noticed something. Ashley, who always gave him an eager smile after even the most violent climax, wasn’t reacting. Similarly, the receptacle that had been fiercely clenching his Master’s essence moments ago was completely slack.
”H-Hey! A-Are you okay, Ashley?!” Yuuri shouted with worry.
Could the servant’s body withstand pleasure that made even the Master feel weak? Though she had the willpower to overwhelm her Master with love, her body wasn’t made stronger in the process. A shiver ran down Yuuri’s spine. He hurried to put his ear to her mouth, and thankfully, her breathing was regular. Her form, still wrapped by the extensions, were slowly rising and falling, and Yuuri felt his tension drain away, almost falling on top of her.
”Oops, mustn’t do that. …Still…” Yuuri thought.
Yuuri couldn’t possibly crush his wife, who was passed out from exhaustion. He quickly braced himself with his arms, trying to pull out his essence, which had started to lose its focus from the shock and loss of sensation. But then it hit him. Servants have their bodies remodeled to fully receive their Master’s favor. Thanks to that, no matter how much Yuuri adored them, they always greeted him with a smile afterward to show their gratitude. The flip side was that they couldn’t allow themselves the laziness of showing a defenseless figure.
How many times have I actually seen Ashley’s sleeping face? Yuuri wondered. Until now, even if Yuuri was engaged with his wives before bed, they would lovingly soothe him, and Yuuri would fall asleep before them. Or, if they were sleeping, the servants, being sensitive to their Master’s scent, would instantly wake up the moment Yuuri did. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance Yuuri hadn’t been aware of.
The thought made Yuuri forget to pull out his essence. Yuuri gently leaned over Ashley, careful not to wake her.
”D-Damn it, that blindfold is on too tight…” Yuuri grumbled.
Pulling her hair to wake her up would be terrible. Yuuri used the extensions to help lightly lift his weight, which was resting on her, and worked to remove the blindfold she’d been wearing all this time. After a slight struggle, Yuuri was finally able to gaze upon the beautiful face he loved so much.
”Oh… oh…!” Yuuri gasped.
Her face was as fair and composed as ever. The pressure had left a slight red mark from the blindfold, as Yuuri’d pushed her a little too hard. A lock of silver hair clung to her sweaty cheek, giving her a strangely devoted look.
”Ah, shoot.” Yuuri muttered.
He gently unwrapped the extensions that were restraining her, careful not to stress her exhausted body. In the process, Yuuri looked down at his wife, who was still engaged, soaked in sweat, and passed out. Naturally, focus returned to his essence again. Yuuri was tempted to engage his core right then and there. But Yuuri’d just made a painful mistake doing the same thing to a restrained Ashley moments ago. Since his desire had lessened after that grand affirmation, his reason managed to win out, and Yuuri stopped himself. Yuuri carefully pulled his essence from her slowly loosening receptacle, and the chaotic blindfold play came to a quiet end.
”—I probably shouldn’t try to wake her up.” Yuuri decided.
Only the faint breath of his beloved wife and the quiet sound of the air conditioning remained in the room. Yuuri still had so many things he wanted to do with Ashley, but it could wait until she had rested. For now, Yuuri would wait for her to wake up. To make her sleep a little more comfortable, Yuuri looked down at the master’s mark, which had returned to a red-black color, and wiped away the beads of sweat tracing her skin with a towel.
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Summary:
In this extremely erotic fantasy chapter, Master Yuuri’s plan for a slow, possessive enjoyment of his bound wife, Ashley, goes chaotically wrong. Overwhelmed by lust, he treats her like a ‘tool’ to satisfy his ejaculation desire. Ashley, the ultimate servant wife, reaches the limit of her patience and activates a dangerous, rarely-used function of her crotch tattoo skill. This move transforms her pain into a pleasure-fueled ‘revenge,’ forcing Yuuri into an explosive, uncontrollable climax. The scene ends in a breathtaking, mutual ecstasy, leaving Ashley utterly passed out from the intensity of the forced pleasure, and Yuuri is left to contemplate her rare, peaceful sleeping face.”,
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Character Insight:
Yuuri’s possessive love for his wife, Ashley, is deeply intertwined with his lust for her submission. The chapter reveals that his greatest pleasure is not just dominating her, but being desired by her—even if that desire is weaponized against him. Ashley, despite her servitude, maintains a powerful, autonomous will, using her very devotion and her servant skill to demand the attention and shared climax her husband selfishly withheld.”,
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Behind the Scene:
The author focused on exploring the unique, almost paradoxical power dynamic of the Familial Workshop skill. The crotch tattoo’s divine authority to convert pain into pleasure for the servant is inverted here: the servant willingly subjects herself to a self-punishment/pleasure-loop that then overwhelms the master with extreme, self-destructive pleasure. This move, a self-destruct technique of love, forces the master to participate fully, revealing a deeper, more demanding side to Ashley’s submissive love.
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T/L:
1 [The Japanese uses 股座 (matagura), which literally means ‘crotch’ or ‘inner thigh,’ but in this explicit context, it is used synonymously with 膣 (chitsu, v***ina). I chose ‘v***ina’ or ‘crotch’ based on flow, for a natural English reading. ↩
2 [The Japanese here uses 膣 (chitsu), the technical term for ‘v***ina,’ which is kept for accuracy and explicit content. ↩
3 [The Japanese term here is 蠕動 (zendou), which means ‘peristalsis’ or ‘worm-like movement,’ a highly clinical word used to describe the involuntary, internal ‘writhing’ of the v***ina walls during extreme arousal. I translated it as ‘contractions’ or ‘contortions’ for a smooth English read. ↩
4 [The Japanese phrase is イッている (itteiru, climaxing) or イキそう (ikisou, about to climax). I kept the distinction, as the ambiguity adds to the chaos and intensity of the scene. ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• 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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