Chapter 122 Interlude: Narumi Honoka*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
CRASH!
”What was that?”
I was taking a break between tasks when the sound of shattering porcelain echoed from the kitchen. Curious, I headed over to investigate.
”Oh no… what am I going to do…?”
Honoka Narumi was on the floor, slumped on her hands and knees. Nadja, who had basically become the queen of the kitchen, had a hand over her face, muttering, “Not again.” Lotte, the head maid, just let out a long, weary sigh.
White ceramic shards were scattered everywhere around Honoka. The scene told the whole story: Honoka had tripped and smashed the plates. A lot of them.
I’m not usually one to fuss over dishes. As long as they aren’t eyesores, I don’t care what we use. Besides, what’s broken is broken. You just buy more. I don’t get hung up on it.
Then again, I’m a commoner at heart, so I’ve still got a cheap streak a mile wide. Honestly, I hate spending big money on tableware. I’d never use something like antique Old Imari ¹ porcelain. I prefer plain stuff or simple patterns. Of course, Sebastian and Lotte keep telling me I need to show a little class, so these particular plates actually cost a decent amount.
”A-Ah… Master… I’m so sorry… I broke the dishes…”
Honoka noticed me and scrambled to her feet, bowing deeply. Rank is a necessity here; when we’re in the mansion, Honoka works as a maid. No matter how close we are, she has to mind her place. Lotte has drilled that etiquette-the tone, the posture-into her through sheer repetition.
Of course, it’s a different story once we’re in bed.
I let out a sigh.
”Well, it can’t be helped. Still… Lotte, these were a set, weren’t they?”
”Yes,” Lotte replied. “Honoka only broke the large platters, but the set is color-coordinated with the smaller plates and cups. We’ll have to replace the entire collection to keep the aesthetic.”
That was a pain. I’d have to use the leftovers for travel or commissions and buy a brand-new set. If I remembered correctly-
”Didn’t this set cost about thirty silver coins?”
”Yes, Master. Per your request, they have no gaudy decorations, but they are high-quality pieces.”
Right. That’s a bit of a sting to the wallet. I sighed again.
”It was an accident, sure, but I can’t let this go without a punishment.”
Honoka’s shoulders gave a visible jolt. I’d make her pay for them, obviously, but I had to discipline her properly to make sure this didn’t happen again.
What I didn’t notice at the time was the faint, blissful smile that crept onto Honoka’s face the moment she heard the word “punishment.”
* * *
In a certain Training Room-
Honoka hung from the ceiling, her wrists bound by heavy chains. Her legs were hiked up and locked behind an iron bar suspended from above, forcing her into a wide, permanent spread. An eye mask covered her vision, and a ball gag was shoved into her mouth.
She wore a “demon-modded” maid outfit that made the girls in cosplay cafes look modest, her massive breasts spilling out of the fabric. Small breast pumps were attached to her n**ipss. A thick vibrator, modeled after my own, was buried deep in her v**ina, while a string of beads occupied her anus. Everything was strapped tight to her panties so nothing would slip out, no matter how much she struggled.
”Mmph… h-mmph… mmmph!”
I let a drop of hot wax fall onto Honoka’s chest. The heat made her thrash, her chains rattling in a frantic, metallic rhythm.
”Honoka, is it too hot?” I asked.
Honoka shook her head.
”I see. Then we don’t have a problem.”
I let a few more drops fall. Honoka screamed into the gag, her body arching like a fish out of water.
There was no way it wasn’t hot. But she kept shaking her head anyway.
”Do you regret what you did?” I asked.
She shook her head.
”Do you want to come?”
Again, she shook her head.
”Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head even more violently.
Honoka was denying every question I asked. Or rather, I had ordered her to. That was why she’d been doing nothing but shaking her head for the last while.
…Though that last one might have been the truth.
By the way, this wasn’t the mansion’s physical training room. This was inside the Nightmare ²-a mental training space.
Because of that, I could be a little-or a lot-more reckless. Besides, Honoka had survived twenty days in that “No-Climax Hell” before. She could handle this. Probably.
I’d already done the prep work. Before I tied her up, I made her drink a “dose.” It wasn’t just semen; thanks to my Unique Skills ³, Aphrodisiac Bodily Fluids ⁴, it was a concentrated, high-potency drug. For the record, sweat is the weakest, followed by tears, saliva, blood, and urine. Semen is the strongest of all.
On top of that, I’d used Sensitivity Enhancement ⁵ to crank her nerves up a hundredfold. I’d held back from the legendary three-thousand-fold increase because I’m not a monster, but-
”Nn! Mmmaaa-aaa! Mmph! Mmmph!”
She still looked like she had room to breathe. I turned it up to a thousand.
”Nn! Mmmaaa-aaa! Mmph! Mmmph!”
Honoka began bucking her hips frantically, though it wouldn’t do her any good. As always, my command that she couldn’t climax without my permission was still active.
”Come on, Honoka. Are you sorry yet? If you say yes, I’ll let you go,” I teased.
”Mmnnn! Mmmph-uuu!”
She clearly wanted to come. She was desperate for it. But her head wouldn’t move vertically. I let a cruel smile play across my lips.
”I see. Let’s turn it up, then.”
The vibrator’s humming intensified. She writhed, her juices flooding out like a dam had broken. Her hips jerked violently, but the release she craved stayed just out of reach. A spray of moisture splashed against my face.
”Honoka… are you seriously dripping that on your Master? Wow.”
I snapped a riding whip against her chest and clitoris. I wasn’t actually angry, but a mistake like that required proper discipline.
”Mmph! Hah! Hng!”
Every strike drew a muffled scream. But they weren’t screams of pain; they were gasps of pure, unadulterated pleasure. To Honoka, the pain was just more fuel. The hot wax, the stinging whip-it all just made her moan louder.
But she still couldn’t cross the finish line.
”Really, you’re a total pervert, enjoying a beating like that.”
I kept at it until her chest was covered in red welts. Even as she twisted and leaked, she kept shaking her head, as if trying to deny she was a deviant.
In reality, she knew exactly what she was. But since she wouldn’t nod, the torment continued.
Between the blindness and the thousand-fold sensitivity, she was in heaven and hell at the same time. She was drowning in pleasure so intense it was erasing her mind, but the “No-Climax” rule kept her pinned in the inferno of being “almost there.”
”H-ha! Hng! Mmmph! …Nnnn-gh!”
She almost went over the edge just then, but the wave receded at the last second. It was pure psychological torture.
It had been two hours. The heat and sensitivity were on a different level now. Even through the mask, I could see she was crying. Snot and drool were smeared across her face because she had no way to wipe them away.
”Honoka, are you sure you haven’t learned your lesson?”
She shook her head.
”Is it that bad, not being able to come?”
She shook her head.
”Fine.”
I removed the mask and the gag. Honoka’s face was a mess. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth curled into a tiny, blissful twitch. Her tongue licked at the air like a dog’s the second the gag was out. It was a total ahegao. Honestly, she looked a little broken.
”Ah… M-Ma-aster… M-Ma-aster… I’m… gonna… b-break… hah!”
She was right on the edge. Maybe I’d pushed her too far; she couldn’t even form her words right.
”S-sor… sorry… M-Ma-aster… I’m… a bad girl… s-so… m-more… m-more punishment… please…”
Was this about the plates, or was it something else? Not that it mattered.
”Master… m-more… p-punish me…”
”Hah… why do you want it so bad?” I asked.
”B-because… I’m bad… I did bad things to you… I… I shouldn’t be forgiven… so… p-please…”
She was even more twisted than I thought. I was the one who drove her here, and I didn’t reflect or regret it. You don’t get through a revenge quest by being soft. But something was still nagging at me.
”Honoka… you just love being punished, don’t you?”
”N-no… that’s… not it…”
She hesitated.
”I’ll ask you again. ‘Tell me the truth.’ You love being punished, right?”
”Yes… I love it… I’m so happy when you punish me. The pain, the heat… it feels so good… I love it.”
She was a total masochist.
She’d probably been waiting for this. We’d been having too much “normal” s*x lately.
”What do you want me to do, Honoka?”
”P-punish me… with yours… Master… p-punish me!”
”Fine. If that’s what you want… then I’ll give you the punishment you’re begging for.”
I dropped my pants, exposing myself. Honoka’s eyes lit up. I pulled the vibrator and the beads out of her; the second they were gone, her juices gushed out in a heavy spray.
”Hah… yes… p-please… hurry… punish me…”
She was begging for it, her hips grinding against the air. I had to wonder-is burying my c**k in her really a “punishment”?
Whatever. I was at my limit, too. Foreplay was over. I slammed myself into her.
”FU-AHH!? AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Squirtttt!
Honoka lets out a high-pitched cry that could almost be called a scream. But it is a voice of joy. She must have come just from the insertion; her eyes are wide open, and her whole body is convulsing violently.
In fact, she is squirting more than ever before.
But Honoka’s climax doesn’t stop. The amount that had been bottled up because she couldn’t come until now is being released all at once.
”Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I’m c**ming! Cumming againnn! Ahhiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I’m… Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh! It won’t stop, my c**ming won’t stooooooooopppp!”
This is incredible. This is even deeper than the climax from when Honoka surrendered back then.
Honoka’s face is overflowing with joy.
But, technically, this is a punishment. It won’t end with just insertion. This time, I’ll have her fall into an infinite climax hell. ⁶
One violent thrust. The tip of my c**k hits the cervical opening that had lowered down.
”Ohiaaaaaaaaaaa! Ahhiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! No! This is no gooooooooood! My head is going pure white! I’m no good! I’m gonna go crazy, I’m gonna turn stupiiiiiiiiid! I’m still cumminggggggggg!”
Whether it’s squirt or urine is no longer clear as it overflows in gushes, the puddle spreading even wider.
Pang! Pang! Pang-pang-pang-pang!
Through repeated thrusting, Honoka reaches a climax every time I strike the depths. Without even time to faint, she simply lets out frantic gasps. Even so, her instincts as a female remain… or rather, that’s all that’s left, as she squeezes with her v**inal walls, seeking semen.
However, Honoka still seems unsatisfied, as her anus is also twitching. I grin wickedly and insert the vibrator that had been inside (inserted) her p**sy into her anus.
”Hahiiiiiiiiiiiiin! Ohi, my butthooooooooole! Nhooo! Ohooo! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! It’s making a slurping sound, it’s rubbing inside… it feels so gooooooooood!”
Unfortunately, she can’t reach an anal akume ⁷ but because her sensitivity is so extreme, that pleasure is all the more intense; I violate her p**sy while the vibrator modeled after my c**k violates her anus.
”Ohooooooo! Ohiiiiiiiii! Mor… re, punish me moooooooore!”
”Yeah! I’ll give you plenty of punishment! Even if you cry or beg for forgiveness, I’m not stopping!”
”Hahiiiiiiiiiiiin!! I’m so happy, so happyyyyyyyy! Haan! I’m c**ming again!”
Through her p**sy, her ass-p**sy, and verbal abuse, Honoka reaches climax again and again. Each time she tightens up, plus the vibrations from the vibrator being transmitted, I also reach the limit of my patience.
”Honoka! I’m going to e**culate (let it out), I’m going to pour plenty of that punishment juice you love so much into you!”
”Ahhiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! Let it out! Goshujin-sama’s ⁸ punishment juice, lots and lots of it, let it outttttttttt! Bo-boku, c**ming, cummingggggggggggggggggg!”
Dopu! Byuru! Dobyurururururururu! Byuuuuuuuu! Byuuuuuuuu!
Pusha! Pushaa! Pushaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
We finish at the same time.
The massive amount of discharged s**men is poured into Honoka’s uterus. She drinks it all down as if saying she won’t let a single drop escape.
Honoka also squirts multiple times, more than ever before. The squirt she sprayed covers Honoka’s entire body.
”O, a, aaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Afuu… haa… hafuu… Goshujin-sama, love you…”
After one last prolonged climax, Honoka loses consciousness as if her batteries ran out, ending the Nightmare here.
* * *
I look at Honoka sleeping on the bed. Even though she was that disheveled in the dream, in reality, she is wrapped in the sheets as if nothing happened, sleeping peacefully.
Well, in fact, nothing did happen.
However, the crotch area of her pajamas was soaked, as if there had been a great flood. Well, after an erotic dream like that, it’s only natural it would turn out this way.
”Nn… nnn…”
Honoka tosses and turns. How long has it been since I’ve looked at her sleeping face like this?
”Nn… Goshujin-sama…”
For a second, I thought Honoka had woken up, but her eyes remain closed and she is breathing rhythmically. Apparently, she’s talking in her sleep.
”Goshujin-sama… don’t abandon me… don’t forgive me…”
Don’t abandon her, huh. After being the one who abandoned me, she has some nerve. Well, I’m different from you guys. As long as you don’t betray me, I won’t do something like abandon you.
But…
Don’t forgive me, huh.
Honoka accepts my ‘punishment’ without difficulty. No matter what kind of thing it is. In the dream, she said things like “I’m happy to be punished,” but perhaps that “don’t forgive me” is the root of it.
Maybe the reason she broke the plate today was that she did it on purpose to receive a punishment.
Consideration over.
But, yeah. It’s true that I haven’t completely forgiven Honoka. If I had forgiven her, I would have released her by now. Regardless of what form that release took.
So Honoka, don’t worry so much.
”Don’t worry. I will never abandon you, and I will never forgive you for the rest of your life (I love you).”
I say that and stroke Honoka’s head.
I don’t know if my words reached her, but Honoka wore a happy smile.
Later on, Honoka would make the same kind of blunder again (probably on purpose)…
Needless to say, she was punished.
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Summary:
Honoka accidentally breaks a set of expensive plates in the mansion. The Master uses this as a pretext to ‘punish’ her in a mental training room within the Nightmare. During the session, it is revealed that Honoka is an extreme masochist who thrives on pain and restraint.
The chapter depicts a high-intensity ‘punishment’ session within a dream world (Nightmare) where the Master breaks Honoka through extreme s*xual stimulation. Upon waking, the Master observes Honoka’s peaceful yet physically affected state, musing on her guilt and his own refusal to truly let her go. He concludes that her ‘clumsiness’ in reality might be a subconscious plea for the very punishments he inflicts.
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Trivia:
- The Master is a reincarnated commoner who retains his ‘stingy’ Earth-born values.
- The training takes place in a mental world, allowing for physiological extremes without physical injury.
- A previous ‘No-Climax Hell’ lasted twenty days.
- The Master’s bodily fluids act as high-level aphrodisiacs due to a Unique Skill.
- Honoka’s speech slurring is a result of extreme sensory overload/arousal.
- The entire opening scene is a dream/hallucination referred to as ‘Nightmare’.
- Honoka’s use of ‘Boku’ to refer to herself.
- The Master’s internal reveal that he actually loves her despite the ‘never forgive’ claim.
- The physical wetness of the bedsheets in the real world confirming the intensity of the dream’s effect.
- The mention of a broken plate earlier in the day as a catalyst for the punishment
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Character Insight:
Honoka moves from a standard ‘clumsy maid’ trope into a deeply s*xualized submissive role, confirming her status as the story’s primary masochistic figure. The Master shows a calculated, sadistic edge while maintaining a pragmatic view of his household assets.
Honoka exhibits a ‘pleasure in guilt’ complex, actively seeking punishment to atone for her past ‘betrayal’. The Master’s motive is a mix of vengeful dominance and protective obsession.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author notes that Honoka won the popularity poll and is particularly easy/fun to write in erotic contexts.
The author notes mention that ‘Honoka’s erotica’ works better in ‘Training’ scenarios than soft romance. The note about red candles refers to their lower melting point used in safe BDSM play.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Honoka – A member of the relief team with healing magic. Despite her cute, short, ‘transistor glamour’ appearance, she is cold-hearted and mocks Sasaki, now a bound slave to him.
• Narumi – Narumi Honoka. A member of the relief team with healing magic. Despite her cute, short, ‘transistor glamour’ appearance, she is cold-hearted and mocks Sasaki. Black hair, black eyes.
• Lotte – A maid in her late 20s who is a high-level combatant (Level 50+).
• Nadja – A female goblin. She was treated as a breeding bed for orcs and was r*ped, but Natsumi (Sieben) saved her. Now, former goblin who underwent Anthropomorphism. Sun-kissed skin, milk-white short-cut hair, large golden eyes, a single small horn on her forehead, and small pointed ears.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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