Chapter 203 Mirror Image*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri tightened the muscles in his arms, taking meticulous care as he thrust his length into her.
No matter how Yui struggled, the compulsory force of the Workshop¹ made it impossible for her to push her master away. Technically, the palms pinning her head against the glass only needed to be there for show. Yet, unsatisfied with mere restraint, he pressed her beautiful face harder against the surface, savoring the way her features distorted.
Unable to endure the tyranny, Yui turned her tear-swollen eyes toward him, her gaze an aching plea for mercy. She bore the likeness of the most exquisite human; that fragile entreaty was enough to make any man’s heart recoil at his own cruelty. Staring into those shimmering, rainbow-colored eyes, Yuuri almost felt his resolve waver.
But beyond the glass, reflected in the full-length mirror he had manifested in the bedroom, Yui’s expression told a different story. Even accounting for the pressure against the wall, her face was twisted in a c**ktail of masochism and raw ecstasy.
The melancholy she turned toward him was a lie-a petty trick using her own beauty to deceive her master.
At that duplicity, a dark, oily desire welled up from the bottom of Yuuri’s gut. He wanted to stain this goddess-like facade, this mask of purity, entirely with the colors of irresistible pleasure. The moment that thought took hold, he lost all interest in her feigned sorrow. His heat throbbed at the base of his shaft, fueled by the raw lust emerging as her “beauty” was stripped away.
”Stop it… don’t look at me! ♡ Don’t let your c**k get big just because my face looks so… so ugly! ♡♡”
Yui’s body seemed to sense his low-life human depravity instantly. The groomed beauty she used as a shield had failed her. Worse, he was finding arousal in the very evidence of her violation-the ultimate humiliation for an “inviolable” being.
Yet, no matter how much dignity she tried to pack into her rebukes, her words carried no weight while she shook her hips with such longing, her v**inal walls clamping down on him in a desperate, flirtatious rhythm. It was obvious: to this lewd goddess, a sinful conquest by the man she had claimed as her husband was the highest form of worship.
Yuuri ran his fingers through her hair, stroking her scalp before he grabbed her narrow waist with both hands and began to drive his hips home with powerful, rhythmic slaps. Her stern mask shattered. Her profile melted, matching the distorted beauty in the mirror, and a deep, guttural scream-a sound no goddess should ever make-echoed through the room.
”Ha! I can tell just by the way your p**sy is vacuuming me in that you’re loving this! And you’re telling me not to get hard? Don’t act so high and mighty while you’re begging for it with that ahegao!” Yuuri said.
”Nngh, h-hooooh…! ? ♡♡ D-Dammit… ♡♡ Just because I can’t win against you… you’re just… you’re just pumping me without any mercy…! ♡♡” Yui cried out.
Having crushed her token resistance, he felt her inner muscles contract violently, as if the flesh itself were praising the Apostle² who had seen through her lies. Her hips, stripped of all grace, ground against him, rumpling his shaft. The friction against her walls brought a sudden, sharp surge of heat to his loins.
”Oh? Haha, you’re working for it, aren’t you? Good. Keep going. Try to make your husband c**m. If you do, I get to see that look on your face again and again. It’s a win-win, right?” Yuuri asked.
”Higu… fuuuu… ♡♡ Y-You’re making fun of me…! ♡ Don’t you dare act like I’m the only one losing control…! ♡ Even if it’s you, Yuuri-kun… don’t underestimate a God…! ♡”
No matter how powerless she became, her spirit refused to break. It was a testament to her divinity-or perhaps just a reckless arrogance that didn’t know its place. Yet, looking at it another way, her refusal to break even after falling into human hands was its own kind of nobility. When he pressed her further, calling himself her “husband,” she visibly wavered, her flustered reaction almost endearing.
”Heh. For someone talking so big, your hips are certainly being devoted. If you’re going to rub yourself against me with this much love, I suppose I have to give you what you want,” Yuuri muttered.
”S-Shut up…! ♡ Acting so bossy just because you’re human…! ♡ This is all your fault for giving me a name like Yui…! ♡♡ You named me with such… such incredible faith…! ♡ Because I accepted those feelings… I was made into your… your wife alone…! ♡♡ Someone like you… could never understand… how it felt the moment you claimed me-ahiin! ♡♡”
He was the only one who had ever shaken this celestial spirit. Hearing Yui’s confession-a truth she was forced to speak-a wave of genuine endearment for this defiant woman washed over him.
He had intended to strike her buttocks again, a move she’d enjoyed before, but he found himself slowing his hand. His palm landed with a softened thud, more a caress than a blow. Even so, at the sound of the contact against her peach-like flesh, Yui arched her slender back with a jolt. Her pleasure was naked now; she tightened her grip on him until it hurt. To show herself off to the husband she had vowed her life to, she pressed her heavy breasts against the glass, her eyes wandering in a haze of lost focus.
”Ugh, uuuu…! Even while you’re fighting me, you’re doing everything you can to get me off! Is getting your ass handled that good?! Does it feel that good to have your husband ring your tail while you play the slut, you bitch goddess!” Yuuri growled.
”Haaah! ♡ Oooooh! ♡♡ I-Ihiii…! ♡♡ B-Before… when you hit me hard… I-I was so frustrated…! ♡ But when you’re this gentle… it resonates all the way to my womb…! ♡♡ I can feel how much you want to stay with me forever… and my p**sy is answering you… it’s squeezing you so hard…! ♡♡”
As her flesh wobbled, her internal walls clamped down like a vice.
With every thrust into her depths, Yui arched further. Finally, her legs tensed to their limit, her body stretching into a bow. Her red tongue flicked between her lips, tasting the air as if searching for him.
Yuuri leaned in, desperate to capture that proof of her surrender. As he moved, her body slid up the glass, her breasts crushing against the surface with a pathetic, airy smear of sound that filled his ears.
”Ha… God, look at you. Even pressed this hard, nothing but your tits can even touch the glass. My wife is built like a fantasy,” Yuuri said, breathless.
”A-ah! ♡ A-ah! ♡ Don’t call me… your wife! ♡ Every time you say it… my p**sy gets so happy it hurts…! ♡♡ Hii, you’re getting bigger…! Hyah, stop…! I’m going to fly-noooo! ♡♡”
Perhaps it was an instinctive attempt to escape the overwhelming sensation. Her slender, beautiful legs suddenly gave out. Her strength vanished, and Yui’s body slumped.
In her daze, she failed to activate her levitation skill³ to ease the pressure. Instead, her dead weight fell straight onto his c**k, her cervix slamming down onto the head of his shaft.
”Ooh! ♡ Oooh? ♡♡ Ho, oh! ♡ Nooooooo! ♡♡♡”
The sudden, violent peak was enough to send her over the edge instantly. She clung to him-the only thing supporting her weight-her entire p**sy spasming around him. She flailed for a moment, her body shaking in a prolonged convulsion, before finally going completely limp.
”Ugh… damn. That grip is insane. Even after you’ve come, you’re still twitching… you’re trying to milk every drop out of me,” Yuuri said, grit teeth.
”Heh… ♡ Hoheh… ♡ It’s amazing… ♡ And you’re still so hard…! ♡♡ I came, but… I haven’t felt you pop yet…! ♡ Yuuri, please…! Give it to me… pulse your seed… give this goddess so much it overflows…! ♡♡”
Yui was spent. She arched her spine just enough for his lips to reach her, her voice slurred and broken. Yuuri hooked his arms under her armpits to keep her from collapsing to the floor, pecking her moist lips as a reward for her honesty.
”Then you know the drill. Use that filthy body of yours to make me feel good. Make it easy for me,” Yuuri commanded.
”Mmph, chuu… ♡ Y-Yeah… I will… ♡ I’ll use my p**sy to jerk you off from the inside…! ♡ I’ll show you the tits you love so much… and my crotch tattoo⁴ is glowing because I’m so turned on… ♡ I’ll show you all of my dirty self… just make your c**k stay big for me…! ♡♡”
Having reached the peak of ecstasy, Yui had reaffirmed her reality. Her anger and humiliation had been drowned out by a desperate need for her husband’s favor. She had become entirely submissive, begging for his affection.
They kissed with a messy, desperate passion. Yuuri moved his hands from her armpits to beneath her breasts, lifting her. It wasn’t enough to steady her trembling frame, so he pressed his palm against the glowing tattoo on her crotch, slowly forcing her to straighten her back.
”God, look at this. The high-and-mighty Yui, marked and mastered. Anyone can see you’re mine now…!” Yuuri said.
”Fuo, nnooh…! ♡♡ Stop… don’t roll your palm like that…! ♡ Don’t be so gentle…! Ah, this is so embarrassing…!”
Her long legs were still useless, splayed wide in a graceless V against the glass. With her entrance exposed, her clitoris stood out, throbbing with a life of its own. As Yuuri soothed the sensitive nub with his palm, the golden tattoo flickered in the dim light, and her p**sy gave a series of wet, rhythmic pulses around him.
She was trapped between the glass and his powerful, muscular arms. The sheer strength of his hold crushed her last bit of defiance. She was exactly where she wanted to be, her ample breasts crushed against the cold surface, waiting for him to finish.
Even so, she knew that if she really wanted to, she could pull her arms free from where they were sandwiched against the glass. But she didn’t move a muscle.
He knew it was a petty, small-minded thought, but he couldn’t suppress the surge of superiority. He had taken a woman with such magnificent, perfectly formed breasts as his wife-and now, he was making her press that prized flesh obscenely against the glass, putting her on display. Her peerless beauty was reflected back at him, her face melting into a lewd smile. When he thrust upward, she didn’t just endure it; she let out a raw, guttural scream that buckled her knees, proving her submission was anything but feigned.
”Ngh… damn it! I’m going to make you come again! Next time, use that perfect little p**sy to make me blow my load!” Yuuri said.
”Yes… oh, yes!♡ I’ll do it…♡ I’ll make Yuuri-kun’s c**k feel so good… just please, drown me in it! I want your c**m everywhere!♡♡” Yui cried.
The arrogant goddess was gone. In her place was only a wife whose body was perfectly calibrated for her husband’s pleasure, a woman who found her ultimate joy in their union.
Confident in her devotion, he pulled his arms back. Yui instinctively thrust her backside out, adjusting her hips to the perfect angle for him to bury himself deep within her. As she remained pressed against the glass, she reached back to pin her hands where his had been. He layered his palms over hers, and in response, she gave his shaft a welcoming, rhythmic squeeze.
”It’s okay…♡ Come on, Yuuri-kun-ngh, OOOOHH!♡♡”
Squelch.
The sound of his hips colliding with hers was violent. He drove into her with enough force to pin her against the glass, his length bottoming out against her cervix. He didn’t give her a moment to breathe; as he nearly slipped out, he drove back in with a sharp, rhythmic tempo.
He watched her in the bedroom mirror, savoring the sight of her disheveled hair and the way her “divine” features were now completely undone by lust.
”Ah… ahh!♡ Yuuri-kun, look!♡ You’re watching me, aren’t you?♡ My tits, my tattoo⁵ too, my p**sy… you’re seeing it all!♡ Ah, no! Don’t look at my face… it’s so embarrassing!♡ I look like a total mess because of you!♡”
Even in her state of total obedience, a flicker of her old goddess pride remained-a tiny spark of rebellion. To him, that only made the prospect of their future together more exciting; she would never be boring. Her struggle with her own shame didn’t irritate him; it was undeniably adorable.
He didn’t bother answering her protests. Instead, he intensified the friction of his hips. Yui’s tongue lolled out as her cries of ecstasy grew louder, her breasts warping and flattening further against the glass. Every sense he possessed was being hammered by the reality of her pleasure, pushing him toward the brink.
Yui felt his pulse beginning to quicken inside her. She looked at him through the mirror, her eyes pleading.
”Yeah, that’s it… I’m going to finish inside you! Tighten up! I’m giving you exactly what you’ve been begging for!” Yuuri growled.
”Haa, ahh!♡ Yes, please!♡ Give it to me!♡ I want all of Yuuri-kun’s seed…♡ Fill up this greedy p**sy… I can’t get enough!♡ I want to feel how much you love your goddess wife… make me feel safe in your arms!♡♡”
Her gaze was no longer shy; it was unblinking and raw. Her intensity momentarily daunted him, but he met her passion with his own. He lost the ability to be gentle. He drove into her one last time, pinning her fragile frame against the wall as he surrendered to the explosion.
”Ngh… ugh…!”
”Ahh!♡ AHH!♡ AHHHHHH!♡♡”
Splurt. Gush. Throb.
Like a shrike’s trophy⁶ impaled upon a thorn, the goddess shuddered and went rigid. Her cervix clamped down greedily on the head of his c**k, gulping down his release even as her womb filled to capacity.
”Ho-oh!♡ Oh!♡ Yuuri-kun… your seed… it’s so much!♡ It feels incredible!♡ This is… this is heaven!♡ A human’s c**k… no, Yuuri-kun’s c**k is the best!♡ Gulping it down feels so good… I’m going! I’m going again! Look at me, Yuuri-kun… I’m breaking!♡ Ahh… yes… watch me lose it!♡ I’m going, I’m going, I’M GOING!♡♡♡”
He held her steady, his hands over hers, as he finished pouring himself into her.
Eventually, Yui’s legs gave out. Her weight slumped against him, her soft body supported entirely by his c**k still buried deep inside. His back and hips ached, but he held her there, leaning against the glass. He could still see her breasts crushed against the surface in the mirror-a lewd, distorted sight he couldn’t stop admiring.
As the afterglow settled, he began to trace the lines of her body. He felt the softness of her breasts, the hidden strength of her ribs, and the curve of her waist. His hand moved lower, over the fading glow of her crotch tattoo, until his fingers reached her painfully sensitive clitoris.
”Ahh… hn♡ Hey…♡ I was trying to enjoy the moment…♡ Or are you saying… you want to keep going, even with your back hurting like that?♡♡” Yui teased.
”Haha, I can’t push my luck with my hips anymore. But… you haven’t forgotten, have you? I don’t need to move my body to give you a good time.”
Their little session had been a distraction-a bit of play that interrupted their bath because of her temptation. The servant’s initial duties were done, but the ritual required the master to wash the servant afterward. It was a pleasure he wasn’t about to skip, regardless of his back pain. He had already committed to the bit; there was no turning back now.
Responding to her provocation, he summoned tentacles⁷ from the floor, coiling them around Yui’s legs. She saw them in the mirror-the same mirror that had captured her shame moments before-and let out a sharp gasp.
”Wait!♡ Yuuri-kun, wait!♡ This is too much… I’ll lose my mind! You’re going to keep going while you’re still inside me?!♡♡”
”Heh. You forgot it’s my turn to wash you. And since you got so ‘well-acquainted’ with my tentacles earlier, I think it’s time you enjoyed them for real-without the protection of your Divine Grace⁸.”
He pulled her away from the glass. Her breasts bounced back into their perfect, rounded shapes, and he admired them one last time before the tentacles swarmed in. He gripped a sudsy sponge with a five-fingered tentacle and held it before her eyes.
The sweet atmosphere vanished, replaced by the chaotic shadows of the bathroom. As the myriad of writhing limbs closed in, Yui’s screams echoed through the steam once more.
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Summary:
Yuuri engages in a dominant s*xual encounter with Yui, pressing her against a glass surface to force her to confront her own pleasure in the mirror. Yui reveals that Yuuri’s naming of her effectively bound her as his wife, shattering her divine resistance. The chapter concludes with Yui’s total submission and her begging for Yuuri to e**culate inside her.
Yuuri and Yui engage in an intense s*xual encounter against a glass wall in their bedroom. After a long e**culation where Yui completely surrenders her ‘Goddess’ persona, they transition toward a bath. However, Yuuri uses his tentacle summoning abilities to begin a ‘washing ritual’ that promises more stimulus.
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Trivia:
- The Workshop’s force is what makes it physically impossible for Yui to resist.
- Yui was initially trying to use her beauty to manipulate Yuuri into being gentle.
- The name ‘Yui’ was given by Yuuri with intense faith, which acted as a contract or binding.
- Yui can speak only the truth due to her nature or the current situation.
- The ‘crotch tattoo’ (inmon) glows and flickers in response to her arousal.
- Yuuri is currently in physical pain (back/hips), which limits his movement but not his magic.
- Yui has a ‘crotch tattoo’ that reacts to her state.
- The ‘Goddess’ vs ‘Wife’ dichotomy is a central psychological theme for Yui.
- The ‘Divine Grace’ is a specific protective or status-based power Yui possesses that Yuuri is now bypassing
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Character Insight:
Yui moves from ‘feigned resistance’ to ‘honest submission’ by acknowledging that being named by Yuuri has redefined her existence as his wife. Yuuri’s motives shift from purely dominant punishment to a more endearingly twisted form of affection as he realizes the depth of Yui’s feelings.
Yui is shown to balance a deep-seated pride with an even deeper desire for submission and validation from Yuuri. Yuuri, despite his ‘servant’ role in their social dynamic, takes absolute command through his physical and magical presence.
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Behind the Scenes:
The use of mirrors in erotic scenes often serves to strip away a character’s ‘persona’ (mask), which is literalized here as Yui is forced to see her ‘ugly’ (lecherous) face.
The ‘shrike’s trophy’ (hayanie) is a common Japanese literary metaphor for a victim or something pinned in place, often used in darker or erotic contexts to denote helplessness.
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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.
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