Chapter 200 Lustful Technique*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After finishing a grueling series of tests, I finally called off the day’s conquest.
Thanks to the goddess dwelling within the tentacle space¹ dwelling within the tentacle space, I’d gained a wealth of insight. Still, I wasn’t reckless enough to attempt the 83rd floor right away. Forcing Yui to use her skills like that was a gamble; if she hit her limit, there was a real chance her “Divine Grace”² would simply cut out at the worst possible moment.
I couldn’t stake my life on such a desperate plan. However, using that harsh, borderline-punitive training to map out the skill’s properties within the Safety Area had been incredibly effective.
Unlike the “Familial Workshop”³, where the exit is fixed to the caster, the tentacle space allows me to shift its phase with relative freedom. This meant I could move the origin point of her Divine Grace at will. By shifting that position, I discovered I could actually expand or shrink the area of effect leaking from the Workshop’s entrance.
This led to a new strategy: stationing Yui in the Workshop lobby to monitor the outside while deploying her Divine Grace as needed. She could retreat deep into the Workshop to bottleneck the spherical range if things got hairy, though I doubted I’d need such a niche tactic in the labyrinth.
Either way, we needed to sync our findings before the next crawl. We agreed to talk after dinner and went our separate ways for the time being.
Afterward, I headed straight for the bedroom. It was time for my daily bath, and I hadn’t brought a single attendant with me for a reason. It was time to give my newest bride a chance to serve. With a thought, I unceremoniously ejected the “foreign object” from the tentacle space. A flash of light hit the bed, and Yui appeared, still wrapped in her shimmering divine protection.
She looked pathetic, dumped unceremoniously onto the mattress just as she had been when I first threw her into that alien void. The moment her light faded – signaling the end of her duty – her soft, curvy body slumped, making the bedsprings creak under her weight.
”Ugh… cough… that was awful,” Yui groaned, her voice trembling. “You put me through hell. I don’t care if I can block the tentacles; being trapped in there is a nightmare. My crotch tattoo⁴ was pulsing and slick the whole time… and that last message you sent? That brainwashing wave? That was low, even for you.”
”As expected of a goddess, you know your metaphysics,” I replied. “But you’re sturdier than you look. You aren’t going to break from just that. Besides, I planned on giving you some aftercare… Tell me, Yui, do you know where we are?”
A heavy, feminine musk drifted from her sweat-soaked skin as she writhed on the bed. Her flimsy, translucent silks offered no protection, clinging to her skin and leaving her rosy n**ipss clearly visible. The mark on her lower abdomen throbbed with a sickly, reddish-black light. She looked like she could barely find the strength to lift her head.
”Ugh… the Workshop… your altar,” Yui whispered, her eyes fluttering. “To think I’m being offered up while I’m in heat like this… you’re going to ‘comfort’ me now, aren’t you?”
”You sound like you’re complaining, but your face tells a different story,” I said, looking down at her. “But I’m not playing favorites yet. First, I need to see some sincerity. I need to know you’ve actually reflected on your behavior.”
Because of her divine status, Yui didn’t seem interested in competing with Ashley and the others for my attention. But even though she called herself a “lowly servant,” she still had a habit of playing pranks on me and the senior girls. I couldn’t let that slide.
Before I let her up, I ordered her to fulfill the duties and rights of a servant in her position. She had watched me bathe from the “starlit horizon” many times, yet she seemed completely caught off guard now that it was her turn to actually assist.
”Wait… what?” she stammered. “Sincerity? You don’t mean… you don’t want me to take care of that c**k you’ve got bulging there? I went to all the trouble of getting this worked up, and you’re telling me I can’t even use my p**sy?”
”You really don’t get it, do you?” I sighed. “Stop acting like you’re still sitting on a throne. You’re a servant now. That means you serve your master’s needs before your own pleasure.”
To a god, being served is the natural order. The idea of self-sacrifice for a human’s convenience was a foreign concept to her. It was a common sense born of her divinity, and getting angry about it was pointless. Instead, I saw it as an opportunity. Now that she was in a position where she couldn’t resist, I could teach her the exquisite joy of absolute obedience.
I took a towel and began to wipe her cooling skin. Yui shivered, a mix of cold and masochistic thrill running through her.
”Ugh, so this is what Ashley and the others do for you every night…” Yui muttered. “Fine, I’m your wife now, I get it… just don’t look at me with those disappointed eyes. I’ll do it.”
For Yui, pleasure was the only thing that mattered anymore. Even if it wasn’t the exact kind she wanted, keeping her master happy was the surest way to earn more affection later. She forced her flushed, heavy body up from the bed, floating an inch off the mattress before landing gracefully in front of me.
”Just because you’re dressed like a common whore doesn’t mean you can just slip it off and be done with it,” I cautioned.
”Oh, stop it,” she huffed. “I know how this works. You’re always calling me a bitch, yet you don’t trust me when it actually counts.”
Despite her complaints, the goddess’s pride was clearly piqued. She placed a finger near her flickering tattoo and struck a pose so tantalizing it took my breath away.
”Hehe… you like this, don’t you, Yuuri? I’ve lived a lot longer than you, sweetie. Don’t look down on me just because you’ve only been handling women for a year.”
”-!”
I was speechless. Her divine silks seemed to defy gravity, but as I watched her, I realized she was intentionally suppressing the magic. She let the fabric catch on the swell of her breasts, hanging precariously as she stepped closer, thrusting her chest toward me.
”Go on… take it off for me.”
”Damn…” I muttered, reaching out.
Making a servant strip is a standard ritual for me now. By the fourth girl, I expected it to feel like a routine – a simple confirmation of my authority. But Yui was different. Unlike the others, she knew exactly how to stir a man’s darker side. She feigned a clumsy innocence that forced me to get involved, using the flimsy cloth to tease me with glimpses of the pale, perfect skin beneath.
I brushed the sweat-dampened fabric aside. Her breasts, carved with the precision of a master sculptor, were so close I could feel the heat radiating from them.
”They’re… incredible. They’re huge.”
”Hey… don’t get distracted by just the chest.”
Yui wasn’t finished. The silks fell from her shoulders, held up only by her hand pressing the fabric against her hips. She unraveled the last of it slowly, turning her back to me to show off the elegant curve of her spine and the silhouette of her hips as she ran a hand through her silver hair.
”Damn it… you’re beautiful. But to think you’ve shown this to others before me…”
”Hmph. I didn’t exactly shape this body just for you, you know,” she teased, looking over her shoulder. “It’s a form meant to be worthy of any mortal who receives my bles – ngh!“
The goddess was mine, but the thought that she had ever belonged to another stung my human ego. When she started lecturing me with that divine arrogance, I lost my patience. I grabbed her from behind, my hands kneading her breasts with a rough, possessive grip. I ground my thumbs against her n**ipss, and her rainbow-colored eyes immediately filled with tears.
”Ah! Stop… ahhh! No! Not when my womb is this sensitive… don’t tease them like that!”
”Quiet. Your hands stopped moving,” I growled. “As punishment, you’re going to finish stripping right here in my arms.”
I let go of one breast and turned her around to face me, keeping her trapped against my chest. I lifted her slightly, forcing her to hover in the air. Her face twisted – a beautiful mask of humiliation as she realized she was a prisoner of her own pleasure, even while floating free.
”U-understand…” she whispered, nodding frantically. “I’m sorry… I’ll do it. I’ll do it. Just… please, keep watching me.”
Yui twisted her hips and skillfully shifted her legs, moving with a careful grace to ensure her private areas remained hidden while she gradually worked the Divine Raiment⁵ off her feet. Finally, as the thin fabric slid smoothly past her toes, she straightened her back in mid-air and turned to face me once more.
”T-there! All done-chan! ♡”
”Hmph. For a servant’s first attempt at etiquette, I suppose it was passable. Now, show me you can take my clothes off.”
She had clearly let her guard down, thinking her service was finished after that display of lustrous technique. When I ordered her to undress her Master next, I didn’t miss the slight twitch of her brow. I chose not to rebuke her; instead, I simply released the breast I’d been holding and stood tall, as if it were only natural. Uni – her eyes welling with tears – scrambled toward the fasteners on my chest.
”Uuuugh… this is so frustrating-chan! ♡ If I still had my power as a god-sama⁶, I could’ve finished this in a heartbeat-chan! ♡”
”Well, you’ve only just become human. It’s only natural that you’re out of your element. I don’t mind if it takes time – just make sure you do it carefully.”
I was currently wearing the very protective suit Yui herself had bestowed upon me. That God-bestowed masterpiece showed a solid functional beauty in the course of conquering the floors up to this point. However, it was so complex that even putting it on required Ashley’s help; naturally, taking it off was a chore even for experienced servants.
Despite being the one who created it, Yui – now stripped of her godhood – made agonizingly slow progress. As I looked down at her, I could see the crotch tattoo⁷ glowing a dark, bruised red through the valley of her cleavage, a constant reminder of the magic tormenting her body. Yet, Yui never paused, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she remained entirely devoted to the task. That very clumsiness made the wait more than bearable.
”I… I did it… ♡ But, I don’t get to have my p**sy done yet, right? ♡ Next I have to clean Yuuri-kun’s body, and… then I have to prepare the washing area, don’t I? ♡”
It seemed even Yui finally understood that throwing a tantrum wouldn’t get her anywhere. Satisfied that her discipline was finally taking hold, I watched her gallantly turn toward the bathroom – then I flooded her crotch tattoo with mana. The moment she flinched, I closed the gap, grabbing the soft backside she’d been flaunting so shamelessly and pulling her flush against me.
”H-hey-chan! ♡ I was trying to be a good girl and serve you-chan! ♡ You’re a bad master-sama for dampening a servant’s motivation-chan! ♡♡”
”Hmph. Even with your skills, you’re light. You’re so easy to carry around… you’re becoming an increasingly convenient item.”
Admittedly, if I were treating her as a standard follower, interfering with her initiative would be counterproductive. But I already have plenty of those, with Ashley at the top of the list. What I want from Yui is a form of service only she can provide, utilizing her unique, ethereal nature.
No matter how sincerely the other servants try, none of them can match the sheer convenience of being carried around like a plaything. To force her to accept her status as a tool – one even lower than a mere attendant – I flowed more mana into her tattoo, binding her limbs so she couldn’t move. Then, as if to show my obsession, I let the mana act like invisible tentacles, caressing her from the inside. Yui’s pouting expression slowly began to melt into a look of fawning, helpless desire.
”Nngh-chan! ♡ Yuuri-kun, you really are a brute-chan! ♡ You’re mean, you’re wicked, you’re the enemy of all women-chan! ♡♡ …But, Ashley and the others can’t do this, can they? ♡ This is… because it’s me… the only way I can truly be your servant-chan! ♡♡”
”Exactly. You’re all different, and I’m fond of all of you for different reasons. Now, keep showing me that unique devotion, and make me even fonder of you.”
Looking back, she was the goddess who found me before anyone else, the one who had watched over me since the start.
But until now, our relationship was one of cold calculation; it could hardly be said our hearts were in sync. As long as I was going to entrust my life to someone with a mind as alien as Yui’s, it was necessary to lay my true intentions bare like this.
As I walked toward the bathroom, making it clear how much I still craved her, Yui seemed satisfied to be wanted by her husband. She surrendered herself to my arms, her mood turning bright and expectant.
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Summary:
Yuuri concludes testing Yui’s abilities in the tentacle space and discovers tactical advantages for labyrinth floors. Returning to the bedroom, he decides to domesticate the arrogant goddess by forcing her to serve him during his bath ritual. Yui attempts to maintain her pride through seductive teasing but is overwhelmed by Yuuri’s possessive dominance.
Yui, a former goddess turned human servant, undresses herself and then attempts to undress her master, Yuuri. Despite her initial divine status, she struggles with the manual task and her new role. Yuuri uses a magical tattoo to discipline and dominate her, reinforcing her position as a unique ‘item’ for his use before heading to the bathroom together.
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Trivia:
- The tentacle space’s phase can be shifted, allowing for mobile skill deployment.
- Yui is the fourth girl in the household to undergo the ‘servant’ initiation.
- Yui’s ‘Divine Grace’ is physically draining and can fail if pushed too hard.
- Yuuri feels a specific sense of jealousy over Yui’s past as a public goddess.
- The ‘Crotch Tattoo’ acts as an aphrodisiac/control mechanism that pulses based on her state.
- Yui’s former status as a goddess and her loss of divine power.
- The specific ‘crotch tattoo’ mark that allows Yuuri to manipulate her with mana.
- The mention of Ashley as the ‘gold standard’ for servant capability.
- The wordplay on ‘item’ (Item/Love-tool).
- The fact that Yuuri is wearing armor Yui herself originally created
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Character Insight:
Yuuri is moving from tactical management to psychological dominance, specifically targeting Yui’s ‘Goddess’ identity to break her into a submissive servant. Yui, while submissive to the tattoo’s effects, still tries to use her superior experience as a god to ‘tease’ Yuuri, showing a lingering sense of superiority.
Yui is oscillating between her pride as a goddess and a growing sense of validation in being the Master’s ‘special’ tool. Yuuri is shifting from a purely transactional relationship with her to a more visceral, dominant intimacy to ensure loyalty.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the transition from technical dungeon mechanics to explicit bedroom scenes to balance the ‘game’ elements with the harem fantasy elements.
The author uses technical RPG-like terms (‘Item’, ‘Skill’) blended with erotic tropes to emphasize the power dynamic and the ‘game-world’ setting.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Yui – A former goddess of Shelm now turned into Yuuri’s servant and bride. She has rainbow-colored eyes, rainbow-tinted silver hair, and a voluptuous, fleshy body. She bears a crotch tattoo (Kokan no Monshou) that throbbed with a reddish-black light. A former goddess who has recently become a human and a servant. She has a ‘crotch tattoo’ that reacts to mana. She has long hair and a body described as having a soft backside and cleavage.
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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