Chapter 39 Waking Service and a Best Friend*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
…Day 14 of the Tester Life ⁿ. Morning. Room. Sanada Yakumo…
Freya was astride me, grinding her hips in slow, agonizingly perfect circles. Looking up, I saw her face was a mask of pure, melted ecstasy. My glans was being relentlessly besieged from every angle by the “Infinite Tentacles” ⁿ – a high-tier evolution of the “Anemone” ⁿ sex-tool.
(God, this feels incredible… the best… wait?)
Something felt off. This didn’t feel like the usual “Wall-Anus” ⁿ tentacles I was used to. Instead of a thousand tiny limbs, it felt as if one thick, wet muscle was licking me clean.
The realization snapped me awake. Ah, just a dream.
But the pleasure downstairs was very real. I opened my eyes, blinking against the morning light.
”Nng… slurp… lick… mmm…”
There she was, buck-naked and buried between my legs: Sayaka, my first Slave and the owner of the “Octopus Pot” ⁿ Meiki ⁿ. She was working my cock with desperate intensity, her head bobbing rhythmically as her tongue swirled around the head.
It felt amazing. She was following my orders – staying away from the back of her throat until she got used to the idea of oral ejaculation – but she was making up for it with the sheer speed of her stroke. I reached out and ran my hand through her hair. Feeling my touch, Sayaka looked up, her eyes narrowing with a mix of shyness and joy.
”That feels good, Sayaka.”
”Mng… mmph!”
Bolstered by the praise, she puckered her lips and increased the suction, her head becoming a blur of motion. A wet, slurping sound echoed through the quiet room.
”Guh… oh, damn… it’s coming!”
I hit my limit. Between the lingering heat of the dream and the sheer vacuum of her mouth, I came hard, a hot surge of pressure exploding into her throat. Despite the fact that I’d gone ten rounds with Sayaka, Freya, and that bratty-girl last night, my body had fully recharged while I slept. It felt like a flood.
Sayaka didn’t flinch. She kept her lips sealed tight, cheeks bulging as she struggled to swallow every drop, determined not to let a single bit go to waste. I watched her face, fascinated, as the last of the tremors left me. A few seconds later, she slowly slid her mouth off, her lips acting like a squeegee against my skin. Just before she let go, she planted a soft kiss on the tip and gave a final, playful tug with her tongue.
”Oh… hng…”
A stray bolt of electricity shot through me. I’m always sensitive right after the finish, and that little move pulled a strangled groan out of my throat. Sayaka looked up at me through her lashes and gave a small, triumphant smile. She sat up and opened her mouth, showing me a clean, pink tongue.
”Forgive me, Master. I know you told me to show you before I swallowed, but… there was just so much of it.”
”No, it’s fine. You don’t have to show me in the future. Just drink it.”
I’ve always put out a high volume; it’s just how I’m built. She’s not a squirrel; expecting her to hold all that in her cheeks for a presentation was a bit much.
”Yes, Master. Thank you.”
”I should be thanking you. That was the best way to wake up.”
”Ah… mmm… that makes me so happy.”
I pulled her into a light kiss, and she clung to me like a kitten. As I stroked her hair, a thought occurred to me.
”So, what brought on the sudden morning service?”
She’d been a virgin until yesterday. Going from zero to “Morning Vacuum” was a hell of a jump.
”Well… when I woke up, you were already hard. I thought it might be painful for you to stay like that. The instructors at the Training Facility ⁿ taught us that… Was it wrong? Did you hate it?”
”Not at all. I usually have to struggle to calm it down every morning. Do it every day if you want.”
”I will! I’ll serve you every single morning!” She beamed, her face lighting up with genuine relief.
”But… a ‘Training Facility’? I didn’t know such a place existed. Is that where the other girls from the kidnapping are?”
”Yes. When I woke up that day, I was in a massive mansion by the lake…”
She looked down, her voice trailing off. The story she told me was exactly what I’d expected, but for a high school girl, it was pure trauma. Seeing the teachers and the cafeteria ladies killed right in front of them…
I remembered those ladies. They were always so cheerful when they served lunch. I offered a silent prayer for them while I kept my hand on Sayaka’s head.
”Master…”
”So, they trained you in sex work there?”
”Yes. They split us into two groups. Mornings were for cardio and strength training. Afternoons were… technique. Using dolls and dildos. They also taught us how to speak and act like Slaves.”
”I see.”
The Queen was thorough. She wanted to make sure her products were functional. Good job, Queen. Still, to get this good in under two weeks? Sayaka was a natural. Beautiful, great body, a high-tier Meiki, and a literal prodigy at sex. I really picked a winner with this one.
”A-And… um… they told us that if we aren’t bought, we’ll be… disposed of.”
”Yeah, the Queen mentioned that.”
”Yes… and… um… Master? This is very selfish of me, but…”
She was trembling. Why? She was already bought. She was safe. Then it clicked.
”You have a friend still in there, don’t you?”
She flinched. “…!?”
”Haha, I thought so. You want me to buy her, but you’re terrified that asking for favors will make me hate you.”
To a girl who is completely enslaved, the only thing scarier than death is being discarded by the person she’s devoted to. I don’t really get that level of emotional attachment myself – I’ve always been an ‘easy come, easy go’ kind of guy. I even left a harem of beauties behind when I had to skip town on that drug cartel. But even I could read the “I love you” aura radiating off her right now.
”…Yes. She’s my best friend. She’s… a bit stubborn. Strong-willed. If I’m not there to look out for her, I’m afraid the instructors will do something horrible to her.”
”So you want me to add her to the collection. Who is she?”
If she’s a 5th Rank, she’s only 200k Dungeon Point ⁿ. I could do that now. But if she’s 4th Rank, that’s 400k. I’d be cutting it close.
”Nijikki Sanae. She’s the vice-captain of the Archery Club. I heard she was in the same price bracket as me.”
”Nijikki… Oh, her.”
I remembered the name from the middle of the 1st Rank section of the catalog. It was a rare name, hard to forget. Sharp features, tall, model-like – a real ice queen. Her chest wasn’t huge, maybe a C-cup, but for a Succubus to rank her as a 1st Rank Slave, she had to be either a total closet pervert or the owner of a legendary Meiki.
”You know her!?”
”From the catalog. But Sayaka… she’s 1st Rank.” That meant she wasn’t going to be a quick purchase.
”Is… is 1st Rank very expensive?”
”Put it this way: a normal 6-man party of Testers makes maybe 1,000 DP a day per person. That’s about 10,000 yen in the real world. A 1st Rank Slave costs 2,000,000 DP.”
”Two million!?” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
”Yeah. Even I – who’s been speed-running this dungeon alone and hoarding all the rewards – have only managed to save 700,000 DP in two weeks.”
”Then… how did you get me?”
”You were the Area Guardian ⁿ of the 5th Floor. A boss. Defeating you gave me a ‘1st Rank Slave Exchange Ticket’ ⁿ. That’s how I brought you home.”
”A reward like that… wait! If you defeat another Guardian…!”
”Exactly. Though I doubt the 5th Floor boss will drop it again. It’s a first-clear bonus. But there’s likely another Guardian on the 10th Floor.”
Remia’s reaction suggested the tickets were the “carrot” to keep Testers moving.
”Then… please, at that time…!”
”Fine. Next time I get a 1st Rank Ticket, I’ll trade it for Nijikki.”
”Aah! Thank you, Master! I love you so much!”
She threw her arms around me, her large breasts crushing against my chest. I’d been thinking about buying Karen next, but whatever. I can’t enjoy the sex if Sayaka is moping around about her friend. And 1st Ranks aren’t exactly flying off the shelves; none of the other Testers are even close to the 5th Floor, let alone the 10th.
I’ll get to the 10th Floor long before anyone else even sniffs a 1st Rank price tag.
Heh. Once I have Nijikki, I can line them up and compare. Two best friends, forced to kiss while I take them both from behind… yeah, that has potential.
”Master… um… ‘it’ looks like it’s hurting again.” Sayaka whispered, looking down at my lap with a blush.
”That’s what happens when you press those soft things against me.”
”Then… please, let me serve you again.”
”Actually, I think it’s time I put it back inside your pussy.”
”Pu… pussy… yes… please… use my pussy to feel better, Master.”
Her face was scarlet as she used the lewd words. She gently pushed me onto my back and climbed on top. Cowgirl, huh?
There was something incredibly erotic about watching an innocent girl try to talk dirty. I kept my face neutral, but inside, I was grinning. I felt her wetness touch the tip, and then, she began to slide down.
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Summary:
Sanada Yakumo wakes up to a morning blowjob from his new slave, Sayaka, which he initially mistakes for a dream. After they finish, Sayaka reveals the traumatic details of her training at a mysterious mansion and the fate of her fellow students. She begs Yakumo to save her best friend, the 1st Rank slave Nijikki Sanae, from disposal. Yakumo agrees to obtain a second slave exchange ticket from the 10th-floor boss to fulfill her wish, leading into a second round of intimacy.
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Character Insight:
This chapter highlights the intersection of Sayaka’s trauma and her survival mechanism of total devotion. While Yakumo remains largely self-interested and calculating—viewing the potential addition of Nijikki as a way to ‘enhance’ his sexual experience—his willingness to adjust his goals for Sayaka’s peace of mind suggests a growing, albeit twisted, bond. Sayaka’s desperate need for Master’s approval is fueled by the fear of disposal, turning her into a ‘prodigy’ of service to ensure her safety and that of her friend.
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Behind the Scene:
The ‘Meiki’ (Famous Instrument) classifications used in the story are a common trope in Japanese adult media, where specific anatomical features are treated as rare collectible items. The transition from the graphic opening to the grim backstory of the school staff’s massacre is a signature tonal shift used to keep the stakes high and the environment dark.
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Notes:
• Yakumo – A 25-year-old human male. He has facial scars, stab wounds, and gunshot scars from his time in a war zone. He works as a school guard.
• Freya – A new ‘Wall-Butt’ succubus with long white hair, a high-class appearance resembling a high school student, and large breasts. She is currently trapped in a wall-style display for slave purchase.
• Sayaka – The academy’s premier beauty and a member of the swimming club. Currently classified as a Rank 1 Slave. She is seventeen years old and a virgin. E-cup. She has blue, short, boyish hair. Her best friend is Sanae.
• Sanae – She struggles with the sexual training and often shows frustration. Vice-captain of the Archery Club. Described as tall with a model-like build and sharp features. She has approximately C-cup breasts and is ranked as a 1st Rank Slave. She is Sayaka’s best friend.
• Remia – A cheerful and mischievous succubus with long purple hair and a massive breasts reaching ‘explosive’ levels. Acts as a guide and explains slave systems. Knows Sanada by reputation. Rank B Mana Capacity. Intelligent and persuasive.
• Karen – An international student who often runs to school late with bread in her mouth. Considered a ‘main target’ by the protagonist.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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