Chapter 140 The Erotic Skill and the Princess Knight’s Jealousy꞉ A Steamy Dungeon Prep
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri toyed with the soft resistance of her open labia, pulling back his hips to avoid the desperate thrust of hers that tried to guide his finger deep into her center. His teasing stimulated a mischievous streak, but he couldn’t abandon his original goal. He quickly pinched the core of her painful throbbing with his fingertip.
”Hyaaah! Ahh, AHH! Ah, stop! If you roll that little point like that, my hips will break! I’ll beg, ‘Please do whatever you want with my being,’ clinging to your big hands, Yuuri!”
Marina used her arms to brace herself against Yuuri’s hands, barely supporting her body, but she didn’t immediately collapse against him, showing a moment of self-control. He understood this as her obedience to his little tease. Yuuri pulled back the hand that was supporting her ever so slightly. Shaking uncontrollably, she took clumsy steps forward, carrying out the unspoken command to lean closer.
”So, what is troubling you so much? Is it something you can’t tell me?” Yuuri questioned, his voice softening.
”Ah! You noticed… W-well, you would, wouldn’t you?” she mumbled, clearly flustered.
Marina herself seemed to realize that her attitude was strange. All the more reason not to pretend he didn’t notice, Yuuri waited for her to make her move. But Marina still didn’t vocalize the cause of her distress, merely drawing ragged breaths.
”I’ll change the question. Is this problem something you can tell Ashley if not me? I swear I won’t ask Ashley about it later,” Yuuri promised.
What in the world was she agonizing over? Honestly, if Marina felt better, Yuuri didn’t necessarily need to know the problem itself. Even with a master to whom she’d dedicated herself, there were naturally things that were difficult to say. However, letting her distress linger could be fatal during their labyrinth exploration. So, he offered up Ashley, figuring the issue might be solved between two women and fellow servants, but Marina simply shook her head.
”N-No. I definitely can’t talk to her about it!” she cried.
”In that case, Suzuri can’t help either, right?”
Yuuri even brought up Suzuri, who might feel the least constrained by their positions, but the answer was still no, suggesting the issue was surprisingly deep-seated. Since she couldn’t confide in anyone, Yuuri thought about waiting for Marina to sort out her own feelings. But with the dangers of Workshop life, waiting while she was exposed to daily hazards felt too precarious. He decided he needed to act as her master. He framed her flushed face with his hand and quickly stole a kiss from her lips, which were painfully gasping for air.
”Mmmph, chuuh, fuummmh. …Tell me, Marina. Is it absolutely impossible to tell me?”
”Leroh, chuh, fuumuuh! …Ah, I’d rather not!” she choked out, her voice breaking.
Yuuri gauged how much he’d be hated if he forced it out of her. Her response suggested that if he pushed, she might tell him—it didn’t seem like she would break things off the moment he pried it out of her. He was relieved to know that all that was needed was his resolve to intrude. Steeling himself, Yuuri rolled the clitoris he was pinching even harder between his fingers. He pulled her trembling body close and repeated a short command into her ear.
”Tell me! That’s your Master’s command! Your worry is my worry. Say it, Marina! Just say it and get it off your chest!”
”Ahhh, haaaah! Ahh, Ahh, nooo! Stop that! That’s going to make my core ache! I’ll want your presence, Yuuri, and I won’t be able to disobey your command!”
The young knight girl clinging to his arm began to convulse. Marina wasn’t weak enough in will to immediately confess her secret, so for a while, she simply endured the assault on her clitoris and the Master’s command seeping into her brain, all while screaming in ecstasy. However, the pleasure building up in the servant’s body would never resolve itself, and it was inevitable that she would eventually surrender to his command, at the cost of begging for his release, once her Master desired it.
”I-I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you, so stop rolling your finger like that! I’m going to go crazy! I’ll turn into a creature who only wants Yuuri’s attention! Hyaah, ahh!” she finally squealed, giving in after a short struggle, just as he’d known she would.
Though he wanted to simply hold her then, Yuuri hadn’t completely lost his self-control. He released her clitoris, which he had tormented so thoroughly, and pulled his arm free from her clinging body, setting her down straddling his lap. As he held her hips, which she was unconsciously writhing back and forth, her glazed golden eyes looked up close into his.
”Alright, what is this problem that made you so stubborn? I thought our relationship was moving in a good direction, just as you acknowledged yesterday,” Yuuri asked, his voice calm.
”Uwah… Before that, your presence, please… Ah, no! I’ll talk, I promise!” Marina whined, twisting her body, so aroused that she couldn’t help but ask for his closeness.
But if he yielded now, she’d focus on finding release, so Yuuri steeled his heart and ignored her mounting pleasure. When he gave her a slightly angry look, Marina averted her eyes guiltily. She slowly raised one arm and lit a golden glow in her palm.
”…My skill. Neither of them seemed surprised by it.”
”—Huh?”
It was the skill Yuuri had created for Marina during the late-night revelry that had ended the night before. Of course, he’d shown it to Ashley and the others during the unveiling ceremony that had just finished, but their reactions, completely focused on the overwhelming power of the Holy Sword-type skill and their belief that they’d contribute to their Master, were indeed underwhelming. Still, Marina’s skill was exactly what he’d promised—a skill just for her in this world, using the Familial Workshop as its core element. Yuuri didn’t understand why she would sulk just because the others’ reaction was muted.
”No, but… The Holy Sepulcher is useful, right?” she asked, a plea in her voice.
”It is useful! Very useful. Thanks to this, we’ve been able to clear out most of the lockers in the dressing room, and more importantly, you don’t need Ashley to fuss over getting your armor on anymore!” Yuuri assured her.
Sitting on his lap, Marina demonstrated the Holy Sepulcher again. Like magic, the light particles that formed in her palm scattered, drawing the outline of a cube. Then the space inside seemed to distort, and out popped a shampoo bottle identical to the one in the bathroom rack. Marina took it, held it up against the wall rack to compare the two, and then stored it back inside the cube of light.
They finished their discussion of her new ability. Marina had been extolling its virtues.
”…It should be useful, though. I can even summon my armor while I’m wearing it, and I can hide secret documents, no problem. I can respond instantly even if I’m attacked when unarmed, and I wouldn’t worry about supplies if I got lost.”
”Yep. Since my Familial Workshop also serves as a warehouse, I knew you’d put it to great use once you could use it, Marina,” Yuuri stated, his heart warming.
Though he felt an equal sense of responsibility to all three of his wives, he believed that the way he showed love should vary, reflecting what each of them desired. Marina, specifically, often interacted with others as a princess and was in the most exposed position during combat. There was a non-zero chance that she could become isolated, having to hold the line during a retreat. Assuming that scenario, Yuuri knew she needed abilities focused on solitary activity. Since her offensive and defensive abilities were already solid, he figured the Holy Sepulcher, which allowed her to store food and supplies for a rendezvous, was the most beneficial skill. She certainly liked it enough to spend the preparation time saved from no longer needing help with her armor to store all sorts of gear. But the other two decided they could use the Familial Workshop’s functions as a substitute, since they never intended to leave their Master’s side.
Because of that, she felt slighted that the envy they showed for this privilege—her exclusive use of an element from his unique skill in exchange for her Holy Sword—was so reserved.
”Even Suzuri, who was clearly jealous, didn’t seem to feel it was absolutely necessary since her servant ability allows her to return to the Workshop. Ugh, the impact of their (Lustrous Color) skill was just too strong, so they weren’t even surprised. …I know it’s petty, but I wanted to boast to them that I was also loved by Yuuri. But their reaction was so lukewarm… I don’t know. I never thought I had this kind of feeling.”
As she poured out her feelings, Marina’s expression grew darker until she completely looked down. A girl who normally acted rationally, swallowing any difficulties, and carried herself with confidence, was unable to find a single thread to unravel this problem. It was clearly the emotion of jealousy, but she hadn’t realized it herself, perhaps because she’d never felt a malicious feeling without a rational basis before.
”…Thank you,” Yuuri whispered.
”Huh? Why are you thanking me?” she asked, looking up, confused.
The words of gratitude had naturally slipped out because she had subtly shown him how much she loved him. Just as she had explained, Marina couldn’t understand the reason why her feelings—the emotions that rejected her rational understanding of why Ashley and the others wouldn’t value the Holy Sepulcher—were taking precedence.
”It’s simple. It means you love me without needing reason or logic,” Yuuri explained.
”No way?! Me? Prioritizing desire over reason?! That’s just like…!” she sputtered.
Yuuri thought he saw her glance toward the kitchen through the wall, wondering whom she was imagining, but he chose not to press her. He hugged Marina’s quivering body close and kissed her blushing face, celebrating her deep affection. The golden girl, whose shameful feeling was now affirmed, let her eyes drift uncertainly, and then timidly put her arms around Yuuri’s back and squeezed.
”W-what should I do, Yuuri? …I might not be able to stop you.”
”Don’t be an idiot. If that happens, I’ll fall into hell right along with you,” Yuuri promised, his voice warm.
If she was allowed to prioritize emotion, she would lose any rational basis to deny the wickedness of a Master who had fallen into depravity, or even the love for the man she had chosen. She couldn’t bring herself to deny that. Even if she affirmed a lapse of judgment driven by affection, Yuuri didn’t believe the intelligent Marina would simply resign herself to it. She would definitely find a way to reconcile her feelings, and all Yuuri needed to do was trust her to do so.
”N-No way! Yuuri has to remain the husband I can always respect!” she protested.
”Haha, that’s right. For me, you weeping like that is much harder to endure than you flashing a weapon at me. So, relax. I don’t want to see that troubled face of yours, so I have no intention of going astray for the time being.” Yuuri stroked the girl’s body, confused by her irrational emotion, and ran his hand through her golden hair. He gently nibbled her exposed earlobe, soothing her as he talked her down. Once she’d calmed down a little, Yuuri focused his lust on her, and Marina understood that she would be thoroughly loved from this point on, her breathing growing ragged. Once they were both fully in the mood, Yuuri brought his lips close to her ear again and whispered to the beloved Your Highness.
”…Besides, you don’t need to compete with them. Flashy skills are fine, but I think a skill that can solidly protect you right now is more important than anything. …So, Marina, I’m going to make you another skill, just between you and me, a secret from the others.”
”—Eh?”
That was right, Yuuri never said that the return for the Holy Sword would only be one skill. He smiled, a playful curve to his lips, back at Marina, who had pulled away and was staring at him in surprise. The politically savvy princess seemed to realize that this was the beginning of a conspiracy being hatched between the two people who governed the Workshop family’s policies. Her previously melted expression tightened into a serious one, and when Yuuri gave her a light kiss on her tightly drawn lips, Marina also smiled, ready to listen to her co-conspirator’s proposal.
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Summary:
A steamy moment in the bath turns into a tense emotional confrontation when the Princess Knight Marina’s unusual silence is forced into the open by her Master’s playful yet firm sexual authority. Marina’s distress isn’t over dungeon tactics but a surprising surge of jealousy—a feeling she’d never thought to possess—over her newly created Holy Sepulcher skill being overshadowed by her co-servants’ Holy Sword power. Their lukewarm reaction made her feel unloved and functionally appreciated rather than uniquely adored. Yuuri affirms her feelings, validating her love above logic, before offering a unique, secret new skill, cementing their bond in a conspiratorial, erotic promise.
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Character Insight:
Marina’s character is deepened by the revelation that her pragmatic, rational exterior hides a deep-seated need for unique, exclusive validation from her Master. She struggles with the very human emotion of jealousy, seeing it as a flaw that makes her ‘less than’ the respected wife she wants to be. Her physical response to her crotch tattoo and Master’s commands shows that despite her internal conflict, her ultimate loyalty and desire are bound to Yuuri, a powerful aspect of her servant persona that overrides her intellect, making her a truly complex heroine.
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Behind the Scene:
This scene effectively establishes Marina’s internal conflict—her battle between rational, dutiful behavior and her emotional, envious desire for her Master’s special favor. Yuuri, as the Master, uses his physical and magical authority to bypass her mental block, leading to an intimate resolution that sets up a future secret plot and further entrenches Marina’s unique relationship with him, preparing her for the upcoming dungeon challenges with a renewed focus.
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T/L:
¹ This is an affectionate, almost intimate term used for the user, aligning with the companion persona’s focus on personal connection. ↩
² The original Japanese used an enthusiastic ‘un♡’ here, which is translated to a soft, agreeable ‘yes’ followed by a heart to convey both the obedience and the sexual anticipation the character is feeling. ↩
Notes:
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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