Chapter 209 Submission*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
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Important Unknowns
Exact physical descriptions: Specific details for the characters (eye color, hair length, specific accessories) beyond what is stated in the current text (rainbow eyes for Yui).
Series Context: The official English name of the “Workshop” (if it’s a guild, a building, or a specific magical group).
Terminology Consistency: Whether “Crotch Tattoo” has a specific localized name in previous chapters (e.g., Lust Crest, Sin Mark).
I reach out and gently touch Suzuri’s backside, which is still quivering from the aftershocks of her climax. Normally, this warrior’s body would meet my touch with a firm, resilient elasticity, but now it is completely limp and relaxed. As I knead her soft flesh, the evidence of my desire overflows from her forced-open center, spilling out without end.
(She looks so utterly spent…) I think to myself that it would be heartless to rush her. If I were to call her name, I have no doubt Suzuri would pull herself up instantly, eager to lick away every drop of the white cream dripping from my shaft. However, I’m only holding her now as a reward for her work on Yui’s new outfit. In that case, letting her savor this pleasure until she’s ready to stand on her own is the proper way to repay her loyalty.
As I wander through my thoughts to kill time, my gaze happens to meet Yui’s. She’s been trapped in a miserable state, bound and helpless, watching us. Her expression is a frantic mix of impatience and a strange, lingering expectation; her rainbow-colored eyes, wet with tears, flicker back and forth between me and Suzuri. Perhaps she mistakenly thinks it’s finally her turn, but I wish she’d realize how tactless that is. Then again, Yui spent so long acting as the embodiment of divine will and tyranny that expecting her to understand human subtlety is a tall order. Sure enough, she shamelessly offers to “clean” me, straining her neck as far as her bindings allow, her tongue darting out hungrily.
”Yu… Yuuri-kun… ♡ I want it… ♡ Even from over here, I can tell… Yuuri-kun’s seed… ♡ I can tell how delicious it is…! ♡” Yui said.
No longer willing to wait for Suzuri to recover, Yui tries to steal my attention, desperately emphasizing how “available” she is. But as usual, she’s missing the point. No matter how much I might validate the cravings of a servant’s body, anyone who is driven purely by impulse is unfit for a place in my Workshop¹.
Suzuri, whose long experience at the bottom of the ranks has taught her to know her place, seems unable to stomach the newcomer’s insolence. The moment Yui squirms in an attempt to nudge her aside, Suzuri makes the decision to cast away her blissful afterglow.
”Hey, Suzuri… if you don’t want it, then give it to m—fnuhh! ♡♡” Yui cried.
Perhaps fed up with Yui’s annoying attempts to shake her off her comfortable “breast-pillow,” Suzuri suddenly puts strength back into her limbs. She leans forward, clinging to the Goddess’s neck. In an instant, Yui’s body jolts; despite being bound, her elegant frame arches back so violently she almost throws Suzuri off.
”W-hey?” I said.
”Fugih! ♡ No… nooo! ♡ My stomach… it’s squelching, stop it! ♡♡” Yui screamed.
For a second, I’m worried something went wrong, but Yui’s screams tell a different story. I switch my vision to mana-detection. Looking at their internal structures, I see a high-density magical formula activating right where their lower abdomens are pressed together.
”This is…!” I muttered.
(It hits me – this is what’s known as Crotch Tattoo Synchronization²…)
Technically, a servant has the ability to activate their own tattoo to serve their Master. However, whether it’s a flaw in the design or a “backdoor” Yui built in herself, it seems that by physically overlapping identical magical circuits – the tattoos – one can hijack control over another’s tattoo. In other words, it’s a misuse of the authority that should belong solely to the Master. As the head of this Workshop, I shouldn’t be encouraging such selfish behavior, and I never really had the chance to look into it properly. But I’ve heard snippets of conversation from Ashley and the others about how the servants determine their own hierarchy… and that’s exactly what’s happening right in front of me.
”Hih… hyahhh! ♡ Th-this is bad! ♡ Yuuri-kun, make her stop! ♡♡” Yui begged.
Whether she’s aware of Suzuri’s “tyranny” or not, Yui immediately begs for help the moment she realizes she’s losing. Normally, I’d stop them from using skills without permission, but the thought occurs to me that it might be better to let this play out. After all, now that I have four servants, if the Master’s favor is the only thing that matters, this Workshop will turn into a nightmare of political backstabbing. It might actually be more stable to let them settle the hierarchy themselves. If I keep my mouth shut, the internal order stays balanced.
Fortunately, looking at the two of them, the power struggle through the tattoos is being won by Suzuri – the one whose body has been more “thoroughly” remodeled. Essentially, the more a servant’s body is broken in to obey the Master, the higher their rank among the others. It’s a perfect system that balances their desire to climb the ladder with the overall stability of the group.
(Is this why everyone’s so scared of Ashley? And why Marina never says anything…?)
I realize a foundation of stability has been built without me even knowing. Since they’re technically using skills without authorization, I can’t exactly give them my public blessing. But if this can fix Yui’s “Goddess complex” even a little, I’m willing to look the other way.
”Heh. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but this is one hell of a show. Maybe I’ll let whoever wins suck this thing dry.” I said.
”Ah… no fair! ♡ Th-that’s cheating – fuguu! ♡” Yui pouted.
”Now, now! ♡ That won’t do, Yui-dono! ♡ Yuuri’s orders are absolute! ♡ If you want that, you’ll just have to beat me first! ♡” Suzuri replied.
As I play the part of the amused observer, Suzuri – now having my “unspoken” approval – ruthlessly entangles tentacles of mana into Yui’s womb. With my improved mana-vision, I can tell she’s actually holding back despite the surprise attack, but Yui can’t tell. She tries to fight back, but she’s swiped aside effortlessly.
”Why… why won’t my tattoo listen to me! ♡” Yui cried.
”Hmm. I was worried since I was facing a Goddess, but it seems you’re not as scary as I thought! ♡ Take that! And that! ♡” Suzuri said.
Yui is now completely on the defensive. It’s a pathetic sight; her resistance is crushed, and she can only writhe as waves of pleasure crawl through her insides. Her entire body begins to twitch and convulse. The end is near.
”No… I’m gonna c**m! ♡ I’m gonna gooo! ♡♡” Yui moaned.
”Haha! ♡ Have you forgotten you’re a servant now? ♡ There’s no way we’re allowed to lose our minds like that before Yuuri-kun has even put his c**k inside us! ♡” Suzuri laughed.
Suzuri pins Yui down, moving in for the kill. She uses those mana tentacles to roughly stroke Yui’s womb, driving the Goddess – who is forbidden from reaching the peak – into a corner.
”Hooooh! I’m c**ming, I’m c**ming! ♡ Ah… ahh! ♡ I’m right there… but I can’t! I can’t go! ♡♡” Yui wailed.
”Heh. It’s over. Now, say it. Say you surrender! ♡” Suzuri commanded.
Suzuri triumphs over Yui, who is bucking like a rodeo horse. Yui tries to hold onto the last shred of her pride, but as her womb is ruthlessly squeezed, she breaks. She starts wailing in a pathetic, broken voice.
”Haahhh… no… stop, please! ♡ I can’t c**m… it hurts! ♡ I surrender! I give up! ♡ Just… hurry up and clean his c**k! ♡ Let me go ‘squelch-squelch’ and c**m with my p**sy already! ♡” Yui sobbed.
”Not yet! ♡ Did you think I’d let you off that easily? ♡ While you’re a servant, you will swear to always wear this outfit – the one I put my heart and soul into, the gift from Yuuri! ♡” Suzuri insisted.
It’s almost scary – the moment the fight is over, Suzuri tacks on extra conditions for the surrender. She looks like a master rider taming a wild mare. I knew she wasn’t afraid of Yui anymore, but I didn’t expect her to be this dominant. Lately, she’s been quick to defer to Marina and rarely speaks up for herself. But thinking back, that’s just her nature – she’s a soldier who follows the chain of command for the good of the group. Before she was fully “tamed,” I remember her being quite the rebel.
(This is a rite of passage for her…)
Watching this ninja girl challenge a Goddess just to find her place confirms it: she is an irreplaceable servant. While I’m getting nostalgic, the negotiations are finishing up. Yui is slumped on the bed, panting, begging for Suzuri’s forgiveness as the ninja girl leans against her breasts. The hierarchy is set in stone.
”I swear! ♡ I’ll swear anything! ♡ This… this outfit! ♡ It’s proof I’m Yuuri-kun’s property, right? ♡ But… that makes me so happy! ♡ I already swore! I swore a long time ago that only Yuuri-kun’s c**k could make me feel good! ♡♡ So… I’ll wear it! I’ll wear it forever! ♡ Everyone will see me and know I’m just a tool for Yuuri-kun’s d**k! ♡ Ah… ahhh! ♡ I can feel it… Yuuri-kun’s c**k is getting so big for me! ♡♡” Yui pledged.
”Good. ♡ Now, stay right there and beg our Master like the shameless girl you are. I’m going to take my time making sure his shaft is perfectly ready for you. ♡” Suzuri said.
True to her word, Suzuri accepts the Goddess’s vow and slowly rises from that soft cushion of flesh. She circles around and approaches me, planting a devoted kiss on my c**k, which has grown rock-hard watching the two of them play.
”Ugh… that feels amazing…!” I groaned.
”Fwah… ♡ My apologies for the delay in your cleaning… ♡ I had to make sure you were standing tall so you could fully enjoy Yui-dono’s body… ♡” Suzuri whispered.
Since it’s been a while since we finished, the juices on my skin have started to dry. Suzuri doesn’t mind at all. She meticulously runs her tongue over me, licking away the remnants. As she works, her breasts bounce beneath her tattered clothes, and she purposefully flaunts her glowing crotch tattoo and her dripping entrance – the marks of my favor.
Yui, not wanting to be outdone, starts frantically wiggling her hips despite her restraints.
”Haah… Yuuri-kun! ♡ Yuuri-kun! ♡ Thank you for loving me so much! ♡ And for giving me such a dirty outfit to wear… ♡ My tits… my crotch… they won’t stop throbbing! ♡ It’s because you touched them, isn’t it? ♡ Even though I was passed out… you worked so hard to pack me into this just for yourself… didn’t you! ♡♡” Yui said.
Locked in her straitjacket, Yui clearly knows she can’t compete with the raw, skin-on-skin service Suzuri is giving me. She compensates by using her voice, her words dripping with more desperation than usual. Hearing a Goddess call my name like that… it’s impossible not to look.
But Suzuri doesn’t get jealous. Like a true ninja, she almost seems to vanish into the background, letting Yui have her moment while she continues her work. She’s happy to see her “junior” learning her place.
”Uuu… it makes me so happy! ♡ Being tied up so only Yuuri-kun can touch me… being kept like a precious treasure! ♡♡ B-but… I don’t want to just be kept! ♡ I want you to use my p**sy! ♡ My tits… my whole body! ♡ Do it in front of everyone… only you, Yuuri-kun! ♡ Take me out and use me, please! ♡♡” Yui cried.
”Ugh… ah… hah…!” I panted.
Hearing that divine voice – a voice meant for the heavens – begging only for me while thick with lust… my body can’t help but respond. I want to take her right now, but the sensation of Suzuri’s tongue is too good to pull away from. I feel like I’m the one being tamed.
Sensing my impatience, Suzuri intensifies her work. What started as a “cleaning” becomes an expert stimulation. Before I know it, my c**k is slick and glistening with her saliva.
”Mmph… chu… ♡ The cleaning is done. ♡ Now, please… Yui-dono has waited long enough. ♡ Please show her how much you love our new ‘uniform.’ ♡” Suzuri said.
”Yeah. Thanks, Suzuri. Alright, Yui… since you asked so nicely, I’m going to use you until there’s nothing left!” I said.
”Haahhh! ♡ Please! I beg you! ♡” Yui replied.
I wait for Suzuri to step aside and then move between Yui’s spread legs. Looking down at the white binding suit, I can see every curve of the Goddess’s perfect body highlighted. She’s covered from the neck down, a clear sign that she belongs to me. I reach down to the center of the suit, where a silver zipper is hidden in the fabric. I pinch the cold metal, which is already warm from her body heat, and slowly – but without any hesitation – I pull it down.
- list_of_character_inside_content_that_have_honorific_suffixorprefix”: “Yuuri-kun, Yui-dono
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Summary:
Following a s*xual encounter with Suzuri, Yuuri observes a power struggle between Suzuri and the former Goddess, Yui. Suzuri uses a technique called Crotch Tattoo Synchronization to assert her seniority over the defiant newcomer. The chapter concludes with Yui’s total submission as she accepts her role as Yuuri’s tool and uniform-wearing servant.
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Trivia:
- The mention of Crotch Tattoo Synchronization as a ‘backdoor’ suggests Yui may have more secrets regarding her own biological and magical design.
- Suzuri’s sudden dominance hints at a hidden, more aggressive side of her personality that emerges when protecting her status in the hierarchy.
- Yuuri’s realization about the self-governing hierarchy suggests he will take a more hands-off approach to managing his growing harem to avoid internal strife
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Character Insight:
The dynamic between Suzuri and Yui shifted from tentative coexistence to a defined hierarchy. Suzuri’s assertion that Yui must ‘earn’ her rewards by defeating her first established a competitive yet stable power structure within the Workshop.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The concept of Crotch Tattoo Synchronization reveals that servants’ magical marks are compatible and can be manipulated by peers, not just the Master. This introduces a technical layer to the servant hierarchy where ‘remodeling’ depth correlates to authority.
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TL Notes:
The term ‘Hara-awase’ was localized as ‘Synchronization’ to reflect the technical nature of the magic circuit overlap described in the narrative.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Yui – Rainbow‑eyed, silver‑haired goddess with a voluptuous, fleshy form, soft curves and cleavage, bearing a throbbing red‑black crotch tattoo (Kokan no Monshou). Once the goddess of Shelm, now Yuuri’s human servant‑bride and wife, she lies unconscious in a restrictive livery, used as a cushion/pillow during Yuuri’s act with Suzuri.
• Suzuri – Tall, statuesque shinobi girl with flawless pale skin, toned yet softly feminine form, long black hair like Marina, and oversized high-set breasts—functional beauty forged for combat. Lacks formal name or noble status, utterly loyal to Yuuri, wielding Darkness Wrap with agile, sculpted legs and a clear voice that gutturalizes in climax. Fiercely competitive for Yuuri’s favor, her selfless, mature spirit and slim muscles reflect a life devoted to service, not glory.
• Yuuri – The Master, a masculine‑identified protagonist of the Workshop, commands Suzuri and Yui with high‑level garment and creation skills. He treats his wives and servants possessively, wielding an arrogant, dominant aura and an erotic skill that grants powers through sexual acts.
• Ashley – The Count’s daughter, a poised royal attendant in elegant noble attire, secretly admires Yuuri and is noted as a possible aide for future dressing duties.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
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