Chapter 175 The Veneration’s Arrival
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A tentacle wrapped around her soft body, drawing Ashley closer as she remained on all fours.
Yuuri’s sacred union was already joined in the embrace shaped perfectly for its master’s devotion. One of his hands was tied up and couldn’t grasp the curve of her waist, so the most he could manage was stroking her plump, firm form.
That’s why he let his tentacles crawl over her contoured body, cementing the union he craved so relentlessly.
But, with her movements sealed by the powerful tentacles, Ashley was reduced to little more than a vessel of service, permitted only the deepest offering of her sacred core. A slight tremor of her body, firmly entangled by the flesh-ropes, was all it took to send her mind spiraling away.
”¹Ah, ahh, aah! Please, forgive me! I’m reaching the peak, I’m reaching the peak again! Yuuri, I can’t take it anymore! My core’s just constantly trembling! It feels so good because of your union, I’ve been lost in bliss non-stop since this started!” Ashley’s plea was a high-pitched wail.
Yuuri had lost count of how many rounds they’d gone since he led the three of them into the bedroom. He didn’t care to count anymore, but his desire to envelop his servants remained unquenched.
Yet, after seducing him with such an alluring body, what was the meaning of this whining now? An irritation flared, and he sped up the rhythm of his devotion, but instead of welcoming it, she twisted her waist, attempting to obstruct his movements even slightly.
”Ooooh, no! Stop the grind and twisting! I’m surrendering so easily!” Ashley cried, her voice cracking as she struggled against the blissful assault.
Yet, there was no way she could escape the ecstasy given by Yuuri’s union with such a feeble attempt.
The force caressing her innermost depths only intensified, even if the speed and momentum were slowed. Ashley could do nothing but surrender her convulsing body limply to the tentacles, releasing a strained cry of pleasure at the new, different sensation that overwhelmed her.
”Hah, heh, heh! My form, no! If you caress it firmly, it makes my core resound! Ahaha, more!” Ashley demanded, her voice a desperate squeal of delight.
It was safe to say the blessing of the Familial Workshop had significantly improved over this past year. Thanks to it, the pain caused by the too-intense pleasure had lessened, allowing them to enjoy only the sheer bliss that numbed their very minds.
However, this only meant Yuuri was forcing his unyielding devotion upon his servants. Consequently, Ashley and the others were beginning to wear down from the endless union, and their magnificent Golden sacred mark was now valued more for its function in enduring bliss than anything else.
Thus, he caressed her form firmly to scold her lack of fortitude, but she only tightened her embrace around him and rejoiced. She even seemed to plead for another touch, as if it were a wake-up call to the limp, loosened vessel.
It was disheartening that what was meant to be discipline had become little more than a reward. But alas, his mouth was occupied, so he couldn’t properly admonish her.
”Yuuri! Yuuri!” Marina pleaded, pressing her adorable lips against his, having clung to him from the side. Out of the corner of his eye, Yuuri could see her sacred mark blazing dark red, indicating her patience was at its absolute limit. She desperately pressed her hips, trying to wedge herself into the union he shared with Ashley.
But even though Ashley was merely acting as a vessel to serve Yuuri’s devotion, he wouldn’t allow anyone to interrupt their blissful lovemaking. He grasped a handful of Marina’s ample softness with the hand he slid under her armpit, stopping her from moving.
As he thoroughly caressed the beautiful, yielding flesh that fit perfectly in his hand, the Princess instantly went weak in the knees and began to tangle her tongue with his, sweetly demanding. Taking advantage of this, he yanked the wedge-tentacle he’d inserted into her rear, just like Suzuri’s leash, and easily tore her away from the union point.
”Hey! That’s not fair! If you grind my form, I’ll only want your union even more! Hey! I… I can’t wait! Please, hurry up and bestow your sacred essence into Ashley! Then fill my yearning core with your devotion!” Marina protested, never once pulling her lips or tongue away. Her golden eyes were welling up, and tears even hovered at the corners. Yuuri’s chest swelled with a sense of superiority at this courtship that no one else could ever experience. Still, he ignored the Princess’s pleas—pleading that stripped away all her dignity—and turned his gaze to Suzuri, who was currently in the vortex of sensual torment.
”Ooh, this is too much! Even though I was just shown mercy!” Suzuri cried, her voice formal and strained. Her position was still supine, the same as when they had finished making love moments before. Her slender limbs were firmly restrained by tentacles, and a wedge-tentacle, like Marina’s leash, was placed into her rear to prevent any escape. Into this immobilized form, five tentacle-fingers swarmed, reigniting the full-body bliss.
The first target was her ample softness, which trembled with every quiver. Thin, insistent fingers massaged them, pressing her sensitive peaks into the yielding flesh and vigorously circling them.
”Hee! Oh! Ohh! Stop! It’s wrong! I was just granted your grace to finally calm the throbbing! If you caress my softness like this, I’ll awaken again! I’ll shamelessly cling to you for your union, just like my older sister!” Suzuri exclaimed. Unlike her two sisters, a shade of reason flickered in her deep-black eyes. But reason was unnecessary for a servant who was supposed to seek her master’s affection and beg for his grace. Yuuri aimed to dissolve the woman who had regained her senses with bliss, installing in her the agonizing frustration of prioritizing flattery toward her master above all shame. The indecent spectacle she put on during this process—how she looked to be drowning in unwanted pleasure—satisfied his possessiveness by confirming the inescapable fate of these beautiful women.
Naturally, the grip of his domination did not stop at her chest. While the softness received the meticulous caress of a single tentacle, the epicenter of bliss—her sacred core—was overwhelmed by the multiple attentions of five tentacle-fingers.
One coaxed open the entrance, still yielding from the recent union, while another became the exclusive tormentor of her most sensitive bud. The rest vigorously stirred the grace still lingering from the deepest part of her core, sometimes intentionally prodding behind her bud, as a teasing jest.
”Ooh, ohh! No, no, no! I’ll go mad with longing! I’ll crave your union! I haven’t even had a turn yet, and I’ll be yearning from my core and waiting my turn just like my sister!” Suzuri gasped. As Yuuri repeated this torment, a faint light began to emit from Suzuri’s lower abdomen. Her sacred mark shone brightly enough to be clearly seen in the dim bedroom, and her speech changed to one of subservient flattery, meant to excite her master. Even though a need for fulfillment—one that could only be quelled by the Master’s grace—had reignited, Suzuri wore a melting smile of acceptance on her beautiful face. Seeing the usually rational and demure girl shed that mask so clearly made Yuuri’s already bliss-hardened union feel as if it had swelled another size.
Then, Ashley, whom Yuuri had completely forgotten, began to violently writhe her body, starting a rhythm that matched the tentacle’s movements, utterly ignoring the tormenting bliss.
”Ah! I-I know that feeling! That’s your devotion stirring over another woman! No! Yuuri has to grow because my core feels so good!” Ashley’s jealousy was pure. Driven by a servant’s chief pride, Ashley willingly became a vessel to serve Yuuri’s union. The devotion of her remembering her primary role, serving her master, sent a rush of pleasure up his spine—the greatest rush of the session.
”Ahaha! Your hips are moving too, Yuuri! For me, with my core! You’re trying to feel good!” Ashley exclaimed happily, vigorously thrusting her plump form and asserting that she was the main event now that he was joined with her. She was right, Yuuri realized. No matter how much he savored the other women with all five senses, the only conclusion to this act was the blissful release into Ashley, the one he was currently united with. The caressing of Marina’s softness and the sensual exposure of Suzuri’s form were merely sideshows to heighten bliss in this vessel. Confirming that truth, he started moving his previously resting hips, matching their rhythms.
”Ah, ah, ah, ah! Amazing! Your union, it’s so good! Ah! If you move like this so carefully, I’ll be right back to—huh?” Ashley said, her pleasure mounting. Had she been feigning weariness until the mood struck her? Seeing the Master’s grace offered, Ashley began to enthusiastically thrust her rich, peach-like form. But the Master of the Workshop wasn’t so gentle as to immediately surrender. He loosened her restraints to allow her to move freely, but then he had a tentacle squeeze her trembling ample softness, using gentle pressure at the tip to tease her hardened peaks.
”Ooooh! That! My softness! Softness for Yuuri! It’s okay! Use them! They’re all yours! I’ll tighten my embrace, so please tease my softness too! Savor all of me!” Ashley cried out, her voice breaking. Yuuri pressed and caressed her peaks repeatedly. Each touch tightened her core, sending an intense, fluctuating stimulus through his entire being. But the rhythm that had been working his union suddenly stopped. He caressed her form firmly to admonish her. Ashley trembled once, then apologized tearfully, resuming her rhythm while shaking her entire body.
”Hah! F-Forgive me! Grinding your union! I’m sorry for being lazy! I’ll tighten my core really hard! I’ll make your union feel good with my grinding at the same time! Release, grace, essence! Please let me have your sacred gift in my core!” Ashley begged, the perfect vessel for drawing out her master’s devotion. As a reward, Yuuri drove his movements deeper into her innermost depths. Linking the rhythm with the peak-teasing pleased her so much that even though she’d already climaxed countless times, she managed to weave together words of thanks for the master who gave her such supreme bliss.
”Thank you! Thank you! I’m so happy to be cherished by Yuuri! Ah! Ah! Ah! It feels like a dream that this happiness will continue forever! I’m so glad I was born for Yuuri! I’m so glad I was born a girl!” Ashley shouted in ecstasy, her words dissolving into joyous cries. Yuuri had been contemplating climaxing with a perfunctory release and turning his attention to another girl if this servant wasn’t dedicated. But with her perfect service, matching his movements, and her declared resolve to find happiness in this continued state, all his awareness was stolen by her beautifully writhing form. Now, the only thing occupying his mind was how to give this loyal childhood friend the ultimate fulfillment.
But even in that moment, he couldn’t abandon Marina, who was desperately trying to kiss him, or Suzuri, who was tightening the wedge-tentacle in her rear. He used his arms and tentacles to gently embrace them both.
Bringing all his beloved girls into the act of love, he pulled the tentacle wrapped around Ashley’s body closer. Simultaneously, he pressed down on her soft form and plunged his fully engorged union into her deepest embrace.
Ashley cried out in pure, overwhelming bliss, her voice a plea of surrender.
Yuuri groaned deeply as the request of his beloved pushed his pleasure-hazed thoughts further.
The strength he’d been holding back suddenly left him, and his sacred essence surged through his convulsing form. The full force of his boiling desire burst forth from the depths of their union.
A torrent of release filled her completely, accompanied by fervent surges and prolonged waves of essence.
”Ah, ahh! Aaaah!” Ashley screamed, her voice lost to the torrent. With the relaxation from his release, Yuuri’s sensitive union was squeezed with tremendous force. But he no longer resisted the powerful contractions of her core, letting all he held flow out with the climax that ran through his entire body. Ashley, having climaxed countless times already up to this moment, couldn’t even form coherent words from the bliss of his sacred gift. She only shook violently with every new surge, letting out cries that sounded like both joy and thanks.
”Oh, Ashley looks so fulfilled! Hey, Yuuri! Give me mine quickly!” Marina sighed, watching the sight of Ashley who had abandoned her intellect for bliss. Finally, she lost her patience with the long-lasting climax and began rubbing her lower abdomen against him again. Meanwhile, Ashley, who had experienced a second peak thanks to the skill acquisition, was utterly exhausted. Yuuri released the tentacle binding her and gently laid her on the bed. At the same time, he withdrew his still-virile union, glistening with their shared essence, from her now-yielding core. He heard a gulp right next to him.
”Ahh! Finally, my turn! I-I’m going to join—” Marina wrapped her arms around his neck the moment he moved away from Ashley. Completely without shame, she parted her form and revealed her yearning core, then tried to take his union.
But Yuuri couldn’t allow that.
He used the wedge-tentacle still in her rear to push aside the eager entrance that was about to envelop him, then captured her entire body with multiple tentacles and pinned her to the bed. She bounced a few times due to the roughness, and Marina complained.
”What are you doing? I was going to let you join without having to overpower me!” Marina pouted, puffing out her cheeks. This expression was typical of Marina. But as the man who claimed Marina, he couldn’t unite with her now.
”You idiot. You’re Shelm, aren’t you? Why do you always descend at the worst possible time?” Yuuri accused.
The servants’ tastes have been altered so that they happily receive even their master’s sacred essence.
That is, they would usually savor it with delight, but since that act is forbidden now, to preserve their chances of skill acquisition, they instead eagerly seek his union after the act to satisfy their craving. The fact that she didn’t do so meant the Goddess, Shelm, who lacks the servant’s altered sense of taste, had taken over Marina’s body.
There was no need to point out this fact. The goddess, who could read minds, could see through his intentions as easily as taking his hand.
With that certainty, Yuuri met the gaze of her emotionless face. A few breaths passed in the soundproofed bedroom, and then—
The beautiful, mask-like face of ‘Marina’ cracked into a nasty, malicious grin.
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Summary:
The intense session of lovemaking with Ashley reaches a climax, confirming her role as the ultimate servant. Yuuri’s possessive needs clash with Marina’s feverish lust and Suzuri’s intellectual struggle, leading to a sudden and dramatic possession by the goddess Shelm at the precise moment Marina was about to claim her turn.
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Character Insight:
Yuuri’s dominance is less about sadism and more about enforcing his unique, magical affection. Ashley finds her greatest happiness in being his ‘meat-hole,’ while the goddess Shelm uses Marina’s lust as a convenient vehicle to confront the Master.
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Behind the Scene:
The ‘Familial Workshop’ is a magical system that ensures the servants can endure and crave the Master’s extended, intense acts of love. The sudden appearance of Shelm is a recurring plot device, always interrupting the flow of pleasure for a deeper narrative confrontation.
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T/L:
¹ The use of `Ah-` sounds and cutesy, broken pleas is a strong indicator of Ashley’s highly emotional, ‘A-cup-style’ dialect when reaching climax. ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends. Tall, statuesque, flawlessly pale skin, powerfully toned yet soft and feminine, with long, flowing black hair identical to Marina. Her body have muscles but slim. Her breasts are very large, full, high-set, and overtly described as “too big for her frame,”
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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