Chapter 135 The Flesh Domain Corrupting the Golden Armor *
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Stars danced within the pitch blackness.
Her tongue flickered, chasing that elusive light, contorting the pleasurable signals racing up her spine into a servile, whimpering cry directed at the older maid. Yet, Yuuri, the one who should have shown mercy to such words, was already gone. In the closed, dark space, only the newly-conditioned Princess and the maid, who wielded the flesh domain with utter self-assurance, remained.
—It had been hours since the request for appendages began.
Her masters’ ‘education’ had included mercy only until her already sensitive nipples and most sensitive points were plucked by tentacles, followed by the ultimate, most profound internal climax (nakadashi)¹. After trembling in a dreamlike daze, the tip of an appendage was immediately pressed to her rear entrance, and the act, euphemistically called ‘study,’ was subconsciously accepted by her foggy mind. But then, as abruptly as the comfort of penetration vanished when the rod was withdrawn, her master had casually abandoned the tentacle chamber to retrieve the youngest sister.
Thus, she was left trapped within the organ cage with the maid clad in flesh. The Head Servant, seeing the Princess’s lower-body mark had already returned to a deep blackish-red, would offer no pity. Ashley’s lower-body mark, floating menacingly on her flesh apron-dress, glittered; she transformed the tentacles that had been mimicking a waist-cloth trailing down to the hem, and in an instant, the Princess was suspended directly before her.
”O-ouhh! O-oh! Ahh! No! Stop it! Ashley, this is too much! Too strong, I can’t!” pleaded the Princess breathlessly, her voice high-pitched and strained.
”Ah… Princess, to find pleasure just from a bowel movement! You are so adorable!” Ashley growled with smug satisfaction. “Yes! Brand that pleasure deep into your brain so you never forget! It is the proper conduct of us servants to wet our thighs and feel our rear entrances ache just from the sight of this wedge-tentacle!”
The rough points on the appendage scraped and tore at the inner walls of her interior, and in that moment, that mere excretory organ was effortlessly transformed into the most exquisite erogenous zone.
Her body had raised the white flag so easily. No matter how strongly she tried to maintain her pride, she was just a servant’s body now, and this forced submission proved it. Yet, the humiliation itself was a messy blend of agony and comfort. What was truly frustrating was the part of her that felt joy in having her body ‘developed’ for the sake of her beloved friend.
”H-hough! But… I didn’t think the assault would be this intense! And… ahhh! If only, if only Yuuri’s hands were the ones remaking me!” the Princess wailed, her voice thick with desire.
”I’m sure you did! Of course you did!” Ashley cooed possessively. “However, we have monopolized Yuuri for quite some time now. It is already time for him to enter the sleeping chambers, and we cannot leave Suzuri-san waiting all alone and lonely.”
Upon reflection, this entire commotion had started because Suzuri had desired the tentacles. The decision had been made to put the originator last, so they could mend the drastically changed relationship between the master and servants. However, that only applied to the time allotted for the postponed daily duties. When it came to bedtime, where all three were equally permitted access, they could not leave anyone out.
Therefore, Yuuri, the one who commanded the tentacle space, had to go himself. Of course, this meant he couldn’t return right away. Suzuri had an unnaturally sharp sense of smell for another dimension, and she would be the most sensitive to the Master’s scent drifting from the bedroom. Furthermore, considering that her older sisters had been loved by the Master for half a day, it wasn’t hard to imagine that her ache had flared up again, even after a momentary soothing. This meant he had to hold Suzuri in the bedroom first, and it was entirely expected that the instruction would come down: use that time to study a new pleasure.
”Princess! This is a matter that touches on our pride as servants!” Ashley asserted firmly.
”Hahh! I, I know!” the Princess panted. “If I dally, then—ungh!—Suzuri will once again leave me behind!”
The sweet delusion that Yuuri would maintain fairness and dispense his affection in orderly turns had to be abandoned. Certainly, the sole opportunity for climax would be granted without partiality. Yet, the chance to shamelessly assert herself to a Master who could now use appendages to stroke all three of them simultaneously, all over their bodies, would now come to them at the same time. If she were compared, and found lacking—awkward in her writhing from her rear entrance, for instance—then the intuitive and decisive younger sister could very well usurp her previous standing.
That was why she couldn’t keep complaining that she wasn’t in Yuuri’s hands, just because her position had been unshakeable until now. Even Ashley, who was currently at the peak of the servants’ hierarchy, knew it was highly likely Suzuri would also learn to clad herself in tentacles soon. If Ashley couldn’t even train one of her own sisters with the tentacles she was entrusted with, her status would be jeopardized. Thus, perfecting the pleasure of the rear entrance before Yuuri returned was the explicit mandate for the Master and Servant left behind. They could not afford to hesitate.
”Ah, Ashley, do it! The rear! It hurts, but I’ll endure it! I want Yuuri to enjoy seeing me thrash from my rear!” the Princess confessed, trembling.
”Yes! Yes, of course!” Ashley declared with satisfaction. “This unworthy Ashley shall educate you! I shall transform your rear entrance into a place that feels just as good as your woman-place, so that you, Princess, can behave splendidly as the servant Yuuri desires!”
Truthfully, there was still a deep-seated reluctance to being turned into a mere flesh-doll, forced to repeat movements simply by the caress of a membrane. This aversion was even stronger because the tormentor was not the friend to whom she had devoted everything, but her long-serving female subordinate.
However, what difference was this, really, from the high-and-mighty governess who had enforced posture and movement as part of a royal education? If one found purpose and meaning in that former education, so as not to be embarrassed when appearing before the populace, shouldn’t one pursue with equal zeal this education to display a shameless figure to the person she loved?
—It was all so Yuuri would embrace her with affection.
As soon as that thought solidified, her lonely woman-place clenched tightly, and the fluid that had just been poured into her dripped out viscously, tracing a path down her inner thigh. Ashley, who spotted this immediately, blushed with rapture and sharply drove the wedge-tentacle back into her uplifted rear entrance.
”Haghyaaah! No! It’s still too strong! Hooh! Oh! Ahh! Don’t scrape my spine from the inside! Don’t stab my core from the back like that, I’ll start craving that fluid again!” the Princess cried out in exquisite agony.
”Haaah! As expected of the Princess, your understanding is splendid! You are thoroughly mastering what feels good to be done to you!” Ashley purred with satisfaction. “…Kufufu, this will surely work to the Princess’s advantage! Yuuri stubbornly refuses to give his rear, so unlike me, he cannot understand the true nature of it! Therefore, the Princess, trained by me, is certain to please Yuuri more than Suzuri-san!”
Pop-pop-pop. The Princess felt an important part of her brain short-circuiting from the pleasure emanating from her rear. She rested her head on Ashley’s large bosom and thrashed while suspended in the air. Her consciousness, having surrendered to pleasure, absorbed the maid’s pronouncements like a soothing rain. And then, as if to deliver the finishing blow to her now utterly defenseless body, the depraved elder sister violently thrust the tentacle. The movement shifted from a strong, merely exciting action to one that clearly intended to drive her to climax.
Though she knew she wouldn’t achieve the most desired peak, this was her training to be loved by Yuuri through her rear. She surrendered to the rapid excitement, disregarding the need to suppress the incoming peak, greedily shaking her own rear. The instant her body felt light, a pleasure like being constricted by a coarse rope coiled within her, and the unrelieved desire began to torment her whole being.
”Haaah! Aah! Aaaah—!” she screamed in frustration.
”Ah, Princess! Princess, how agonizing for you!” Ashley lamented, but with a look of intense arousal.
The leap from the cliff, in anticipation of climax, was naturally and easily dashed against the ground by the inherent restrictions of a servant’s body. Her hips violently shuddered, repeatedly splashing vulgar fluid from her lower body. Though she knew it only caused more suffering, she unconsciously clenched her rear entrance, craving the pleasure excavated from her inner membrane by the wedge-tentacle’s protrusions. Squeezing out a beastly sob from the back of her throat, trying to distract herself from the evidence of her infidelity to her Master, the maid who had forced this cruel, rigorous training gently held her head and caressed her cheek. Furthermore, to provide some distraction, and accepting the heightened sensitivity it would bring, she repeatedly stimulated the sensitive areas like the nipples and flanks with finger-tipped tentacles. Slowly, her body’s convulsions subsided, even as she remained breathless and tormented by the ache in her lower abdomen.
When the wedge-tentacle was pulled from her rear, she let out a piercing shriek, but Ashley gently embraced her limp, exhausted body.
”Splendid, Princess! The fact that you couldn’t distract yourself means you were able to feel pleasure in your rear strongly enough to be inhibited! Therefore, my education is complete! Before Yuuri returns, you have climbed another step on the servant’s staircase!” Ashley praised her.
”Aheh! Eh! I, I did it! Now, now I won’t be hated by Yuuri! Eheheh, thank you! I’m so happy that Ashley helped me again, just like before!” the Princess squeaked, exhausted but relieved.
She couldn’t help but praise the Head Maid’s fierce effort—the one who hadn’t abandoned her unworthy junior, dirtying her own hands, just as she had when the Princess was isolated by her past life memories. She wrapped her weak arms around the Head Servant, who had even acted as the Master’s proxy, simultaneously savoring the soft, ample feel of the large breasts and the glossy texture of the flesh-suit.
She waited, leaning on her, her legs still trembling. Just as she began to feel a familiar shame for the fluid trailing from her crotch, a vibration, separate from the pulsing of the flesh-cage, shook the surroundings, and the space behind her was blotted out by absolute blackness.
”Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” Yuuri’s voice was commanding, signaling his return.
”Not at all, sir! I was relieved to have fulfilled your instruction!” Ashley responded with formal respect.
Even without Suzuri’s keen nose, she immediately recognized his masculine, potent scent. Before her Master slid out of the black void, she quickly corrected her disheveled, fatigued posture, ensuring only a look of pleasure-induced shivering was visible. Likewise, leaning on the now respectfully upright Ashley, she managed to return a slightly awkward smile to the gaze directed at her after their short exchange.
”I see. I’ll reward you by embracing you thoroughly later… but first, let me confirm your skills. Suzuri, keep Ashley company for a while. You must be curious about that thing, too, aren’t you?” Yuuri mused with satisfaction.
”Y-yes! Sister’s garment is a magnificent creation! To be able to create even something like that—Yuuri is truly a person far beyond my reach! Nnn! Noh! Ohohh!” Suzuri gasped, already entangled by Ashley’s waist-cloth tentacles.
As her awaited ally lowered his gaze to the youngest sister he was holding, her own eyes were involuntarily drawn to the powerfully rigid form deep inside her woman-place. As expected, he had obviously just held Suzuri in the bedroom, and the uncontainable white fluid dripped down her rear from the point of connection. The sight alone intensified the coiling ache within her, and her lower abdomen cried out in tight spasms. She felt her ears grow hot with shame, realizing her desire was blazing again, even though her needs had just been met right before Suzuri’s turn.
She confirmed that Suzuri, who let out a vulgar cry as the fleshy form was pulled out, was being entangled by Ashley’s waist-cloth tentacles. Chastising her pleasure-trembling legs, she paid careful attention to the slick, fleshy footing and walked toward the towering Yuuri.
”Well? Did Ashley train you properly?” Yuuri asked, commanding her attention.
”Y-yes! She made me feel so good, almost to the point of climaxing with my rear!” she replied, her voice still shaky.
To make it clear she was still aching and could barely stop herself from self-gratifying due to the inhibited climax, she showed off her brightly shining lower-body mark. She watched as Yuuri’s lips curled in satisfaction, seeing this proof of his servants’ fidelity. As she clumsily and hesitantly stepped over the fleshy undulations, Yuuri approached with a starkly contrastive, unhurried gait and effortlessly lifted her into his arms.
”Well done. I commend you for training your rear-entrance to my liking. As a reward, I will let you, too, wear my flesh, just like Ashley. You will be completely enveloped by me while my body is thrust into you. Are you happy?” Yuuri promised, his tone possessive.
”I, I am happy!” she whispered back. “Ashley’s breasts looked so comfortable being massaged by the tentacles all the time! I kept feeling a little flutter in my woman-place just thinking that the same thing would happen to me!”
Carried in his thick arms, they slowly moved toward the same fleshy lump that had transformed into Ashley’s flesh-dress. Her anticipation was great, but a small sting of anxiety pierced her chest, causing her to swallow hard. As if rushed by that nervous gulp, Yuuri chuckled lightly and sat her down on the lump without hesitation.
”Ashley was standing beside it. Is this position okay?” she asked, a trace of her former formality returning.
”Yes, it’s fine. Once the tentacles are entangled, it makes no difference whether you are standing or sitting,” Yuuri assured her.
Indeed, if the tentacles could change shape, it made sense that as long as they had a surface to cling to, it wouldn’t be a problem. Waiting as he prompted her, she saw Ashley, clad in the flesh apron-dress, and Suzuri, held captive by the tentacles, both looking at her. They had been asking Ashley all sorts of questions just moments before, but they must have temporarily paused their questioning to witness the demonstration of the flesh-suit.
At this juncture, she couldn’t show a pathetic figure to her sister. She straightened her back, just as she would when sitting on the throne, and awaited the moment.
”Here it comes,” Yuuri stated simply.
”Yes, I’m ready anytime,” she answered, smiling brightly at her friend, without betraying the frantic pounding of her heart.
That smile, laced with a subtle erotic invitation, caused Yuuri’s serious expression to soften slightly, a moment of connection passing between them. Then, after that brief, intimate pause, the fleshy lump beneath her wiggled.
”Hyaaan! Ah! Fuwaahhh!” she screamed, an exaggerated, involuntary response.
When sitting on the throne, she would never show such turmoil. She could seal her heart behind a steel door and remain completely unresponsive to this flesh change. But here, she couldn’t be the Princess, a symbol of her people; she had to be a pitiful young woman, helplessly toyed with by her Master. The appendages slithered, growing and winding around her lower body, working her rear, and climbing up to her torso and toes. She overreacted to it all. Having been entered by the fleshy form and repeatedly fondled by Yuuri and the others, her aversion to tentacles had virtually disappeared.
Therefore, she only enjoyed the pleasure of the caress against her skin, fully surrendering to the sensation of the flesh crawling all over her. The massive horde of tentacles pushed up her breasts, flicked her nipples, and wrapped around her neck, eliciting sweet, nasalized cries of pleasure as she writhed.
”Ahh! This! It’s changing, isn’t it!” she gasped.
”That’s right. These are the tentacles I prepared for you. Savor them completely, and show that figure to me,” Yuuri commanded.
The tentacles, wiggling all over her body, overflowed with an internal magic. It was like a metamorphosis without a chrysalis. Their long, rope-like form fused with other tentacles into a mesh, which then flattened to cover her skin like cloth. After completely swallowing her from the neck down, the flesh, which had returned to a solid state, revealed its shape as a piece of equipment.
”Aaaah! T-this! Could it be—!” she cried out in shock.
”That’s right. It suits you well, my Princess,” Yuuri affirmed, his voice soft with possession.
For a moment, she thought it was another flesh-dress, like Ashley’s. But when she properly examined her now unconstrained body, she saw that while the hem was wide, her chest and shoulders were covered in hard, chitinous armor. When she tapped it, a light, crisp sound returned.
”M-my armor!” she exclaimed.
”You figured it out quickly. …Well, to be honest, I don’t actually know what you usually wear at the castle. So, my image of The Princess who belongs to me is that dignified suit of armor,” Yuuri confessed.
Guchu-guchu. With all her skin caressed by the minute tentacles, she forced strength into her trembling legs. Fearing she might summon an intense wave of pleasure, she cautiously stood up. Her entire body, upon looking down, was indeed clad in a shape closely resembling her usual golden armor. However, its color was black, just like Ashley’s apron-dress. Furthermore, this armor, which lacked the structural basis of the white blouse at the chest, was stained a solid black. It was an act of defilement, as if sullying the pride of the golden girl with pitch-black corruption.
To make matters worse, her red-black lower-body mark was clearly visible on her lower abdomen, easily penetrating the thick armor.
”Ugh! I thought this when I saw Ashley’s appearance, but… it truly feels like absolutely everything has been made Yuuri’s!” she lamented softly.
”That’s right. The appearance is almost the same as always, but inside, it’s completely packed with structures designed to constantly delight all of you,” Yuuri confirmed.
—That’s it.
Now she fully understood how magnificent a servant and Head Maid Ashley was, having worn a tentacle-suit similar to her normal clothing with hardly any change in composure. This was because her nipples and most sensitive spot, in particular, were fitted with large, tongue-like protrusions that would riot and send sudden stimulation whenever she let down her guard. And frustratingly, the inner layer, which tightly adhered to her body, was as comfortable as bathing in body-temperature water thanks to the magic. Moreover, it didn’t sag, helping all the minute tentacles uniformly work and touch her skin. Yet, none of this intimate turmoil could be guessed from the outside, hidden beneath the hard, armor-like chitin.
That was why Ashley wore a look of rapt satisfaction, while Suzuri merely observed her with serious intent.
”Kufufu, nn! So, is it put on now?” she asked, a spark of eagerness in her voice. “Then, you’ll continue, right! I missed climaxing with my rear, I can’t hold back anymore!”
”Ah, sorry to have made you wait. I’ll thoroughly teach you how I nurtured this ability and how I satisfied Ashley, using that tentacle-armor of yours,” Yuuri promised.
Yuuri, naked and dominant, advanced toward her without stumbling on the fleshy floor. At his imposing presence, even though she was wearing armor, she felt utterly powerless, instinctively hugging her body and flinching away. As if to gently scold her, the internal tentacles gave her most sensitive spot a lick, inviting her to participate in this utterly unwinnable battle.
—
Summary:
The Princess, left alone in the dark, fleshy chamber, endured an intense, agonizing-yet-pleasurable training session focused on her rear aperture under the smug, possessive hand of Ashley, the Head Servant. This harsh conditioning, which stripped away the last of her royal composure, was driven by a desperate need to keep up with the new standards of servitude and compete with the quick-learning Suzuri for Yuuri’s affection.
Upon the Master’s return, he rewarded her submission not with a simple embrace, but by giving her an incredibly erotic and transgressive gift: a flesh-armor, shaped like her former golden-plated armor but now entirely black and internally alive with stimulating tentacles, a symbol of his complete, corrupting control. The scene ends with Yuuri ready to demonstrate the full power of his flesh-ability to his now fully-submissive Princess.
—
Character Insight:
The Princess reveals a deep, rationalized submission; she equates the pain of her erotic training with the disciplinary rigor of her former royal education. She accepts the corruption not out of masochism, but as a necessary means to secure Yuuri’s exclusive and devoted love, fearing isolation and being ‘left behind’ by Suzuri. Her initial reluctance to the tentacles is totally replaced by an almost religious zeal for her role as a fully conditioned servant, proving her loyalty is paramount to her survival and desire. This submission for love is her core drive.
—
Behind the Scene:
This chapter is the climax of the Princess’s training arc, cementing her full transition from reluctant Royal to devoted servant. Yuuri’s absence was a deliberate test of her self-motivation and her relationship with Ashley. The creation of the black tentacle-armor is a symbolic plot point—it visually and physically corrupts her past identity while maximizing the constant sexual pleasure he can give her, ensuring she is constantly reminded of her status as his possession, which is what the Princess now desperately desires. Ashley’s smugness is tied to her brief monopoly on Yuuri’s power, while Suzuri’s quick entanglement confirms the threat of competition is real.
—
T/L:
1 Nakadashi is a term referring to unprotected sex with internal ejaculation. The Princess refers to the pleasure of Yuuri’s tentacles providing this. ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• 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.
• 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.
Please bookmark this series and rate ☆☆☆☆☆ on here!
Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
Thanks for reading.
Leave a Reply