Volume 7 Chapter 7 The First Morning*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
As I kept my lips pressed against my finger, I felt the lingering traces of my own tears on the tip of my tongue.
The last taste of my own sorrow.
”Erika Schmidt. I will bestow upon you a blessing, as proof of your servitude to me,” Ryuichi stated with cold, formal precision.
A hand rested atop my head.
The left hand. A thick palm, settling gently onto my filthy, matted hair.
”‘Super-compensation (Extra Heal)’”
In an instant, my body was… enveloped by light. A pale golden radiance swathed my entire being.
Startled, I pulled my lips away from my right hand.
Warm. A warmth, seeping into the very core of my body, began to spread like a tide. The fatigue that had been pressing down on me like lead lifted, as if it were a lie.
The bruises covering my body vanished like melting ice. The cut on my left flank, which had been festering and oozing… the scrape on my right knee. Everything was healing.
……A miracle.
There is no other word for this. Just a miracle.
Even the ‘High Heal’ from a Priest could barely manage to close a single wound.
Yet, to heal every injury on my body simultaneously? In an instant. Without an incantation. With just one word.
The light faded.
My knee didn’t ache. My chest didn’t creak when I breathed. The deep, throbbing dizziness in my head was gone.
I had been in pain somewhere in my body for as long as I could remember. There had never been a moment without pain.
That a body without pain could feel this light… it’s unreal.
I looked up at Ryuichi-sama. He was a dark silhouette against the light, watching me quietly from above.
”‘Clean Water(Clean Water)’”
Above my right hand, which I still held cupped together, water manifested.
A mass of transparent liquid wobbled, jiggling softly. No vessel. Supported by nothing. Just a sphere of clear, pure water, hovering in mid-air.
”Your lips are dry,” Ryuichi-sama remarked neutrally. “You must be thirsty; drink this.”
Ryuichi-sama’s left hand moved behind my head. He pulled me forward, firmly.
Cold. It was cold and pure. This wasn’t the ‘Water’ magic I knew.
I drank, gulping it down. I made such unsightly noises. Water trickled down my chin, tracing cold rivulets across my bare chest.
It was gone. There was no more. I had finished it all.
The moment that realization hit, my tongue started licking his hand on its own. Searching for the very last drop. Like an animal, exploring the deepest creases of his palm.
……I snapped back to reality. My face burned as if it were spewing fire.
”Is that water really so delicious?” Ryuichi-sama asked, his tone slightly amused. “It’s fine, drink as much as you like.”
This time, a small bead of water rolled onto the tips of his right-hand fingers.
I couldn’t help it. Just seeing it made saliva surge in my mouth. The coldness, the deliciousness of that water—it rushed back into my mouth, vivid and sharp.
Without thinking, I latched onto his fingertips and bit down.
It only came out a little bit. I wanted more, but it was just a tiny amount. Impatient, I licked the pad of his thick finger. More. Give me more.
Chu, chupa, jurururu… The embarrassing, wet sounds coming from my own mouth echoed through the quiet room.
What am I doing?
But I couldn’t stop. I was so incredibly thirsty.
The bead of water vanished.
As my lips pulled away from his fingertips with a soft chupo, Ryuichi-sama’s thumb followed, tracing my mouth.
He slowly wiped away the droplet of water remaining on my lip.
He had been watching. He had been watching the whole time.
Watching me, mindlessly sucking on his finger. Exposed, mud-stained, and completely naked.
…How humiliating. I want to sink into the ground and disappear.
”You seem satisfied,” Ryuichi-sama said. “Then, let’s go to the bright room over there.”
I couldn’t stand. There was no strength in my knees.
Ryuichi-sama grabbed my thin arm and hoisted me up effortlessly.
I followed his broad back.
The sensation of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet was completely different from before. My body felt impossibly light.
And yet, only deep in my chest, a pulse drummed rhythmically.
The next room was cruelly bright.
Through a large window, the white light of the morning illuminated a clean bed in the center of the room. I was dragged right into the center of that inescapable glare.
……Ah, I’m naked.
Covered in grime and mud, a starved, skeletal frame with ribs showing. In this white room, I alone stood out like a piece of filth.
My arms instinctively moved to cover my chest and groin, but he forced them back down.
No. I had just sworn to offer him everything.
Ryuichi-sama turned, his eyes slowly tracing my body.
In the light, the shape of my breasts was clearly visible. I could feel my n**ples hardening and standing erect, even though I wasn’t cold.
…No, don’t, it’s embarrassing.
I squinted, trying to endure Ryuichi-sama’s gaze.
When his eyes passed over my stomach and fell to my crotch, my thighs twitched. Even though I was squeezing my legs together tightly, I couldn’t hide everything.
There was a moment.
A moment that lasted for an eternity.
”Alright,” he commanded. “Then let’s begin. Erika, take off my clothes.”
Saying that, he raised both arms straight up toward the ceiling.
Like someone surrendering, in a ‘banzai’ posture.
The pressure of his towering physique made my legs buckle.
Suppressing the tremor in my knees, I took a step closer.
”P-please excuse me…” I whispered timidly.
With trembling fingertips, I lifted the hem of his jacket.
My breath hitched.
It was the first time I had ever seen a man’s bare skin this close.
A rock-hard stomach with no wasted fat, a thick chest.
I was going to be held by this body.
Thinking that, a shiver ran deep through my body, as if my instincts were cowering in fear.
I folded his jacket and placed it at the edge of the bed.
When I turned back, Ryuichi-sama was looking at me with his arms crossed. Bare-chested. Dignified.
”…! N-next is, the bottom.”
……The bottom.
Hearing myself say it, my throat tightened.
My head was in chaos. What did ‘the bottom’ mean again? What am I doing?
I released the strength in my shaking legs, sinking to the floor on both knees.
Right in front of my face, his waist was there.
With tangled fingers, I untied the knot of his loincloth. The cloth slipped and fell to the floor with a slither.
”Hikk…!” I gasped.
……Right before my eyes, it was there.
Thick. Hard. That thing, curved and stiff, jumped heavily right in front of my face.
Thick veins stood out under the skin, and a transparent liquid seeped from the dark red, engorged tip.
Close enough that I could feel his breath. I shouldn’t look, but my eyes were glued to it.
It’s huge. It’s thick. Something like this… is going to go inside me?
Even just putting two of my own fingers in hurt so much. If something this thick goes inside…
I have to look away. I can’t, even though I shouldn’t.
My face is hot. It’s burning right up to the tips of my ears.
”You, by any chance…” Ryuichi-sama inquired, looking down at me while still arms-crossed. “Are you a virgin?”
”…Yes…” I stammered, my voice barely audible. “It’s my first time.”
”Is that so? A man for the first time, then,” he noted. “…In that case, today is a special exception. I’ll be gentle. Try lying down on that bed over there.”
”Y-yes…” I replied weakly.
It’s no good, there’s no strength in my legs.
Leaning heavily, I climbed onto the bed.
As my filth touched the cold, clean sheets, a wave of guilt washed over me. To dirty such beautiful fabric with this unclean body.
Lying on my back. I could see the wooden beams of the ceiling.
The bed creaked under a heavy weight.
Ryuichi-sama climbed up. Still completely naked. He lay down beside me, propped up on one elbow.
His black eyes searched my face, then slowly moved downward. My neck. Collarbone. Breasts. Stomach.
In the inescapable light, every part of me was being seen.
”You’re covered in mud from head to toe,” he said, his voice calm. “Was the journey here difficult?”
”…Yes. I walked through the forest for a whole month.”
Ryuichi-sama’s large hand took my left hand.
He lifted it up, exposing it to the light. My unsightly, broken-nailed fingers. The oil stains soaked deep into the grooves of my fingerprints.
He turned my palm over. The hard calluses at the base of my fingers. The grittiness of magic stone dust remaining on the pad of my thumb.
Ryuichi-sama stared at my dirty hand for a long time.
”…That’s a good hand. It’s the hand of a craftsman.”
Deep inside my chest, a small something wept.
It’s a dirty hand. Not a woman’s hand, but a junk-heap-covered, machine-oil-stained hand. And yet, this person said it was good.
”…Thank you, very much,” I whispered, my voice trembling. I felt like crying. Even though I didn’t have any tears left.
His finger slid down to my left arm… and stopped. At the twisted, ugly burn scar.
”Is this an old injury?” he asked.
”…Y-yes. An accident during maintenance.”
”Shall I heal it for you?”
”…No, thank you. This is, me.”
I was surprised by how clearly my own voice came out.
This scar is a part of me. I felt that if I erased it, the version of me from that day would disappear too.
”I see,” he responded. “If you’re fine with it, then so be it. Tell me if you ever want it healed.”
That was all. He didn’t even ask why. I had dared to refuse his kindness, despite being a slave.
His nose leaned in, closer.
”You smell a bit,” he observed. “Haven’t you been washing for a while?”
”…! I, am sorry.”
My body stiffened with a jolt.
I knew. I stink. I’m dirty. A month’s worth of sweat and mud and all sorts of scents. I hadn’t had the luxury to wash my body with ‘Water’.
”Well, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. Have you ever kissed anyone?”
”…No, I haven’t.”
”Then this will be what they call a first kiss,” he stated. “…Alright, you go ahead and try.”
Still on my back, I looked up at Ryuichi-sama.
I had to prove the eternal love I’d sworn earlier, without even knowing what it meant, right now with my lips.
”…P-please, excuse me…”
I reached out my right hand. My fingers touched the back of Ryuichi-sama’s neck.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I pressed my lips against his, myself.
Warm, and firm.
Just pressing them there. I didn’t know how to move. Our noses were about to collide, so I tilted my head.
Ryuichi-sama pulled his lips back slightly.
”Hmph, Erika,” he chuckled. “You don’t have to be so nervous. Just close your eyes, and while we kiss, try to feel only me.”
Our lips met again. This time, it was Ryuichi-sama who initiated it.
Soft. When I had pressed myself against him earlier, it had been hard. Even though it was the same pair of lips, they were so different.
He sucked on my upper lip, sweet and gentle.
My tension began to dissolve. From my stiffened shoulders. From the back teeth I had been clenching.
Something touched the gap between my lips. Warm, and wet.
It was his tongue. Ryuichi-sama’s tongue was tracing the seam of my lips.
I opened my mouth, just a little.
He entered. Into my mouth. A thick tongue. The moment it touched my own, a numbness spread deep through the back of my head.
When I inhaled through my nose, Ryuichi-sama’s scent poured into the depths of my lungs.
Timidly, I moved my tongue. I tentatively touched his back.
Nururi. Mucous membrane entangled with mucous membrane.
Always, under the blanket. My own cold fingers were all I had.
Now, everything I touched was burning hot.
Our lips parted slightly. A thread of saliva stretched between us.
”Feel more of me,” he instructed. “Try gripping my c**k, which is standing up to the limit.”
”…Y-yes.”
My right hand was guided. Ryuichi-sama took my wrist and pulled it straight down.
My fingertips made contact.
Hard. Hot. It was throbbing with a pulse.
That thing I had seen right in front of me just a moment ago—it was in my hand now.
It’s alive. Inside my hand, a part of this person’s body was pulsing.
As I ran my fingers over it, I could feel the veins bulging beneath the surface of the shaft, twitching.
”Move it slowly just like that. Stroke it from the base to the tip. …I assume you understand, but do not try to bend it forcefully, understand?” Ryuichi commanded with cold authority.
As told, I moved my hand slowly up and down.
His hot skin slid slickly within my palm. The moment my fingers touched the wetness at the tip, Ryuichi-sama’s breath changed—abruptly.
I am making this person feel something. Someone as magnificent as him.
That simple fact filled the depths of my chest with a strange heat.
Our lips met again. This time, it was far deeper. His tongue pushed inside, entangling with mine.
Chu, chup, chu—the lewd sounds echoed between our mouths. In my hand, his hardened length pulsed; in my mouth, I felt his tongue. Every part of me felt connected.
His right hand touched my left breast.
”Nn…!” I gasped.
My waist bucked in a jolt. We didn’t break the kiss.
His palm scooped up from beneath, lifting, supporting. It was warm. The heat of his hand seeped deep into my breast.
His thumb slowly traced the perimeter of my n**ple. He didn’t touch the tip. He circled it, teasing, taunting.
……It’s so frustrating. I want him to touch there.
He avoided the most sensitive spot. My n**ple grew hard, standing erect as if begging for his touch.
No. I don’t want him to know I’m reacting this much.
The pad of his thumb caught the hardened tip of my n**ple. He pressed down forcefully, almost roughly.
”Nngh……!” I whimpered.
A sound leaked out amidst the kiss. My lips trembled. A shock ran straight down my spine.
A sharp pleasure, like a bolt of lightning, shot from my n**ple down to the mouth of my uterus. It was a place I touched myself often, but the intensity here was entirely different. It was hot, sharp, and it made the very core of my brain go numb.
Being kissed, having my breasts kneaded, and being made to grip him with my hand…
My head grew hazy. I could no longer think clearly.
His lips pulled away.
A silver thread stretched and glittered for a fleeting moment before it snapped.1
I was panting, ragged breaths escaping my lips. Only me. Ryuichi-sama remained completely still.
”Did you feel something?” Ryuichi asked, his voice steady.
His black eyes peered into the depths of mine.
”…Ye, s,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
It wasn’t a lie.
I felt it. I couldn’t describe exactly what I felt, but the warmth deep in my chest remained. It was something that had been hidden beneath the fear I felt earlier.
”Good. From now on, consider loving me your most important job,” he stated flatly.
…Loving him. A job. Mine.
I didn’t understand the meaning of it before. The idea of eternal love.
But now…… I felt like I could understand, just a little. If my job is to protect this warmth in my chest, then perhaps it is something I can do.
Suddenly, Ryuichi-sama’s nose neared my neck. Sniff. I heard him inhale the air.
”As I said before, you smell quite potent,” he remarked.
At the hollow of my collarbone. Sniff.
”Not much here. …Where is that scent coming from?”
His nose slid into the valley between my breasts. He sniffed under my left breast.
”Not here, either.”
My right flank. My navel. He traced them one by one, bringing his nose close, testing, sniffing.
He was getting closer. To the place I wanted to hide the most.
He forced my right arm up.
”Is it here?” he inquired.
”No…! Not there, please……” I pleaded.
I tried to pull my arm down by reflex, but he gripped my wrist, and I couldn’t move.
The hollow of my armpit was exposed to the bright light.
There—not there! I hadn’t been able to wash for a while……
”Sniff, snort… Oh, ohhh!? This is…” Ryuichi noted.
Ryuichi-sama’s face buried itself there. He pressed his nose in without mercy. Into the deepest part of the hollow. Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff. He was snorting in the scent.
”No, stop, it’s dirty…!” I cried out.
No. Stop it. A month’s worth of scent, at such close range……!
”Snort, hff, snort… It’s different from when we were with Nier… snort.”
His nose moved inside the hollow, rubbing back and forth as if to crush the soft skin.
”Hii, aahn……!” I shrieked.
It wasn’t just ticklish. It was deeper. A powerful sensation, like something being pulled from beneath the skin of my armpit, shot all the way down to the depths of my lower abdomen.
It was just my armpit. Why was I feeling this?
The space between my thighs grew damp and hot.
Slick.
From between my legs, thick love fluids seeped out. It was sticky. Transparent liquid overflowed from the slit. The lukewarm sensation slowly slid down my hypersensitive skin.
No. Why? He’s only sniffing a dirty smell. Why am I getting so aroused?
Ryuichi-sama pulled his face away. Finally, he stopped.
”…Something is suspicious. Don’t tell me, you too? Open your legs. I need to inspect the state of your p**sy right now,” he ordered.
”…!”
Open my legs. Let him look at that.
My knees were shaking. I wanted to keep them closed. But.
Do you intend to hide something from me? I couldn’t let him say that.
On my own, I parted my knees just a little.
”More,” he commanded.
”…Augh,” I gasped.
More. I spread my knees. The air felt cold against my inner thighs.
Ryuichi-sama’s eyes were fixed on my crotch. Deep within the hair I had never groomed, my slit was glistening, shining with the overflow of my love fluids. The sight of me, messy and wet, was exposed clearly under the white light.
”You said you were a first-timer, right? Then why, as a virgin, are you getting like this just from having your unwashed armpit sniffed?” he challenged.
I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know. I wanted to die of shame. Why was it overflowing like this? I couldn’t stop it myself.
”Such a huge amount of p**sy juice. Just what is going on with the women of this world?”
I was so ashamed. And yet, the thought of him looking at me made it well up from the depths of my v**ina again.
Ryuichi-sama’s face began to descend.
Past my breasts, past my stomach, to between my spread thighs.
No way.
”No, there, don’t……! It’s dirty, it smells, I haven’t washed, so……!” I protested.
”Erika. Don’t move. Do you intend to hide something from me?” he warned.
He commanded it. I couldn’t move. His voice pinned my body to the bed.
My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst. This man was going to smell my dirtiest place.
His nose touched the slit coated in love fluids.
”…” I exhaled.
He was smelling it. The scent from the very depths. The most shameful scent.
His nose was pressed against my v**inal opening. Sniff, sniff. The scent of my love fluids, directly.
”Hmm… a delicious scent,” he murmured.
His thick tongue made contact.
”Ahhh…!” I cried.
My back arched like a bow. My waist lifted.
He licked the slit slowly, from bottom to top.
With his thick tongue. Through the slit slick with love fluids, straight up to my clitoris. In one straight line.
He was licking my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. It was completely different from touching myself with my fingers. It was warm, soft, and the sensation of wet mucous membranes being directly gouged exploded through my entire body.
”A, aaah, there, don’t…!” I begged.
A spot I had touched hundreds of times with my fingers. But this was totally different. It was a broad, warm contact, and there was nowhere to run. My clitoris hardened and sharpened, rolled back and forth on his tongue.
My waist bucked. I couldn’t stop it myself. My knees were convulsing.
”Ah, ah…! No, it’s weird…” I sobbed.
More love fluids overflowed. They trickled down my thighs, staining the sheets.
Ryuichi-sama’s tongue licked my most sensitive spot over and over, making slurping sounds.
It felt so good. It felt so good I was losing my mind.
Ryuichi-sama sat up.
He hovered over me. He inserted his knees between my legs, spreading my thighs to their absolute limit.
His massive tip touched the entrance.
It was hot. Hard. It felt even harder than when I gripped it with my hand earlier. The tip pushed open the slit, pressing against my narrow v**inal opening.
I was scared. That thickness was going to enter. Even my own two thin fingers had been so painful.
Ryuichi-sama’s face was right above mine. His black eyes looked down at me.
”Damn, this is…tough.” he muttered.
Slowly, he pushed in.
The entrance… began to expand. As if it were tearing.
Stretched to the limit. Tearing.
”It hurts…!” I screamed.
It hurts. The entrance feels like it’s going to rip. My v**inal walls are being forcibly pushed open, screaming.
The feeling of being torn apart. Rip, rip. It felt as if I could hear the sound of my own flesh tearing from deep inside my body.
”Ah, ah…!”
But Ryuichi-sama didn’t stop.
Slowly, but mercilessly and surely, he twisted his way deeper and deeper.
The sensation of something tearing inside my v**ina continued. It was too narrow. It was too thick. It wouldn’t fit.
But it was entering. My insides were being forced to change shape.
”It hurts…!” I Waited.
This pain… I knew it.
It was the same as when I forced two fingers into myself under a cold blanket. The pain of a narrow space being expanded. The feeling of pressure that felt like it would tear.
That immature tightness and pain, in turn, fanned my sense of immorality, squeezing out a maddening amount of pleasure. My own, miserable Secret ritual.
”It hurts…! But…”
Tears spilled over. They traced my cheeks and flowed behind my ears.
The entrance was hot. It was stinging. The place where it tore was gently pulsing with heat.
It hurt. But, that pain was slowly turning into a sweet, heavy numbness.
Deeper still.
My v**inal walls were stretched to the limit, pulled taut. No more. Not any further.
”Ah, ah…! It’s so tight…but…”
It felt good.
The pain… felt good.
I was being torn. I was being expanded. But that pain was turning into pleasure.
I won’t forget this pain.
I will never forget it, for as long as I live.
The pain of offering my virginity. I want to remember this moment for my entire life.
Ryuichi-sama stopped moving at the very depths.
”Shall I stop?” he asked.
His face was wet with sweat. His breath was ragged. But his voice was calm.
Stop?
It hurts. It feels like I’m tearing. The entrance is hot, stinging, and the tears won’t stop.
But, I cherish this pain.
This pain is mine alone. The first pain Ryuichi-sama gave me.
”…No,” I whispered.
My voice escaped. It was hoarse. But, clear.
”More… please… move. This pain… give me more…!” I implored.
I said it. Of my own free will.
I wonder if he thinks I’m a strange woman. But I want the pain. I want to carve this pain even deeper into myself.
Ryuichi-sama’s eyes narrowed slightly.
”…Understood. Here I go,” he said.
Slowly, he pulled back.
Zupu…
My v**inal walls were dragged along. The hard flesh rubbed against the torn entrance. It stung. It hurt.
But, deep inside… it felt good. Beyond the pain, pleasure was hiding.
He pushed deep again.
”Ah…! It hurts, but… it feels good…!” I gasped.
He hit the very back. Thud.
It hurt. But, that pain was sweet. It made the depths of my brain go numb in a messy, chaotic way.
Suddenly, I noticed Ryuichi-sama’s left hand was placed on my lower abdomen.
”‘Super-compensation (Extra Heal)’”
A faint light wrapped around the place where we were connected.
……It vanished.
The pain. Everything.
The entrance that had been stinging, the pressure that felt like my flesh was tearing—it all became quiet, as if it were a lie.
”Eh…?”
What remained instead was…
Heat.
Ryuichi-sama was inside me. That was all there was.
Only the overwhelming presence, the filling heat, and the sense of fullness remained.
”The pain is over,” Ryuichi stated with cold, military precision. “From now on, you only need to feel me.”
No.
I wanted the pain. Without the pain, I cannot feel myself. Unless I cap it with pain, everything beneath overflows.
Slowly, he began to move again.
Slurp… squelch….
”Hya…!?”
A voice escaped me. A high-pitched, shameless sound I had never heard from myself.
There is no pain. Because there is no pain, everything has turned into pleasure. Every single sensation of my v**inal walls being rubbed is, in its entirety, simply, purely, good.
”Ah, aa…h”
A lie. I don’t know this.
Every night, under the dark blanket, I mixed pain with pleasure2 just to finally feel a little good. I thought I couldn’t feel good without pain. Pain was the gateway to pleasure, a punishment, proof that I was alive.
I was wrong.
Even without pain, it feels good. Without pain, it is so much…….
”Ah, aa…what, is this…h”
Slurp, squelch, slurp…….
The front wall of my abdomen is being ground against. That rough, most sensitive part, just a little deeper than the entrance.
”Hya, aaah…! There, theree…!” Erika cried out, her body betraying her.
My spine twitched.
It feels good. It doesn’t hurt. It is just purely, maddeningly, good.
Each time the thick tip pressed against the mouth of my Uterus, blinding white sparks scattered deep inside my head. Thud, grind, it went. Every time, my spine would arch in a spasm.
I couldn’t stop panting. I don’t know how to tighten my throat.
”Aahh…! Ryuichi-samaa…!”
Tears spilled. Not the tears of pain from before.
From deep within my body, the things I had kept capped for so long were overflowing. The things I had held down with pain, all of it.
I’m scared. I’m scared that there is no pain.
If there is no pain, what should I use to hold myself together?
But, my body, melted by pleasure, is teaching me that I don’t have to hold it together.
I should just let everything dissolve, thick and heavy, into this man’s heat.
Slurp, squelch, mmmch……!
Love fluids are overflowing without end. From deep within my v**ina, more and more.
My hips were moving on their own. From my own volition. Wanting him to gouge deeper, further inside.
My knees are shaking. I can’t put strength into my thighs. But my hips, like a beast, cannot be stopped.
”Ah, aaah…! It doesn’t hurt…even though it doesn’t hurt, this much…h!”
It feels good. It feels good. It feels so good I’m going insane.
My body, which for twenty-three years could only feel itself through pain, is melting like this without any pain at all.
I can feel my clitoris erect and swollen.
It’s incredibly hard and engorged. Even though he isn’t touching it. Even though he’s just thrusting inside.
Every time my hips move violently, it rubs against Ryuichi-sama’s hard abdomen. Grind, grind.
”Nn, aaah…! Feels, good…h!”
Ryuichi-sama took my pain away.
Just as he healed my wounds. Just as he gave me that delicious water.
I didn’t need pain.
Actually, from the very beginning, this is all I ever wanted.
I just wanted someone to love me gently, hotly, until I broke. Just that.
Ryuichi-sama’s face is right before my eyes.
He’s sweating. His breath is ragged. He’s looking at me.
I am being held by this man.
I am completely dissolving into this man’s heat.
Before I knew it, my hands were moving.
I wrapped my arms around Ryuichi-sama’s neck, pulled him close…and pressed my lips to his.
Chu.
On my own.
For the first time in my life, I kissed someone of my own accord.
I opened my mouth. I stretched out my tongue. I forced open Ryuichi-sama’s lips and thrust my tongue in.
Nmm, chupah, slurrrp…….
Our tongues entwined deeply. Ryuichi-sama’s thick tongue scoured every corner of my mouth. I, too, licked the inside of Ryuichi-sama’s mouth frantically, as if devouring him.
Our saliva mixed. It’s hot. It’s sweet. I want more.
Slurp, squelch, patshun……!
Below, and above, we are completely connected.
My whole body, every part of me, is filled with Ryuichi-sama.
”Nn, nmm…! Nnn…!”
While kissing fiercely, a sweet voice leaked out.
Being struck violently and repeatedly at the entrance of my Uterus, blinding white sparks scattered to the depths of my brain.
I’m at my limit. My whole body is tingling, hot, and my consciousness feels like it’s going to fly away.
I pulled my lips away.
”Ah, aaah…! I’m coming, I’m gonna come…h!”
”Look at my eyes!” Ryuichi commanded, his gaze intense. “Show me your face as you climax!”
I looked into Ryuichi-sama’s black eyes.
He stared straight back at me.
”Coming, coming, coming, coming…! Ryuichi-samaa…!!”
”I’m going to pour it all deep inside!” Ryuichi growled, his voice low and firm. “Erika! Receive it!”
I like you. I love you. To the point where I might just fall apart.
”Ah, aaahhh……!! I like you, I like youu…!! I love youuu…!!!”
I love you. I love this man. I love you. This is what true love is.
At the same time I felt the hot spray in my Uterus, everything in me exploded into pure white, and my consciousness snapped away, poof.
When I came to, I was looking at the thick wooden beam on the ceiling.
The depths of my abdomen, which until just a moment ago were filled, now feel terribly lonely.
It wasn’t a dream.
At the side of the bed, Ryuichi-sama is already starting to put his clothes on.
I slowly sat up and looked down at the Sheets I was sitting on.
The pure white Sheets were stained red.
Something warm is flowing down between my thighs. The hot thing Ryuichi-sama poured into me, mixed with my own blood.
From all over my body, I can smell Ryuichi-sama.
”Oh, you awake?” Ryuichi asked, his tone surprisingly steady. “I’ll have someone bring your clothes later. Wait there.”
Huh…why.
Why are you so, kind.
”Yes…thank, you,” I whispered, still dazed.
My body doesn’t hurt anywhere. During the march, something was always hurting.
It’s different from that night, too. After I satisfied myself alone, I always ended up crying out of self-loathing.
It felt good. I never knew that something could feel so good, even when it hurt.
I was a part. I lived my life thinking I was just a part. A part of the army. A part of a gun. Junk that would just be thrown into the forest if I broke.
Now, I…what have I become.
Everyone died. Karl, Dietrich, Master Technician Kessler.
Even though everyone died, only I am feeling this good, and alive.
Why did it end up like this.
I don’t know. I don’t know.
But, this much I know.
I like Ryuichi-sama. I love him from the bottom of my heart.
I want to kiss Ryuichi-sama once more. I want to touch him. I want to hear that man’s voice, closer.
I want to make all my dirty parts…belong only to him.
The bright sunlight from the window illuminates his broad back as he dresses.
I stared, forgetting even to blink, etching the man who became my Goshujin-sama into my eyes.
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Summary:
Ryuichi heals Erika’s battered, malnourished body using a potent, instantaneous magic, transforming her physical state and triggering a wave of intense, overwhelming relief. Following this, he provides her with clean water in a way that further deepens her psychological dependency and physical longing. He then relocates her to a pristine, bright room, forcing her to confront her own naked, mud-caked vulnerability while he maintains total control. The scene culminates in their first intimate interaction, as he guides her through the process of stripping him and kissing him, cementing her status as his submissive slave while she grapples with the terrifying, ecstatic reality of her situation.
Erika and Ryuichi engage in an intimate sexual encounter characterized by power dynamics and sensory discovery. Ryuichi pushes Erika beyond her comfort zones, demanding her complete attention and emotional surrender. The scene concludes with a brief magical intervention, leaving Erika in a state of suspended heat.
Erika, a traumatized soldier, experiences a profound psychological and physical shift as she moves from a life defined by pain to the discovery of intimacy and pleasure with Ryuichi. She grapples with the loss of her identity as a “part” of the military, feeling both terrified and liberated by her newfound sensations. The scene ends as she observes Ryuichi dressing, fully embracing him as her master and feeling a deep, consuming love. Her future remains uncertain as she reconciles with her survival.
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Trivia:
Erika refuses to have her burn scar healed, viewing it as a physical remnant of her identity.
Ryuichi possesses healing magic that far exceeds the capability of a conventional Priest.
Erika has been walking through the forest for an entire month prior to this encounter.
The water Ryuichi conjures is described as tasting fundamentally different from standard ‘Water’ magic.
Erika’s hands are described as the hands of a craftsman, stained with oil from machine maintenance.
The silver thread of saliva between their lips symbolizes the connection and physical intimacy.
Erika has a history of performing a ‘Secret ritual’ on herself, which informs her reaction to the pain.
Ryuichi is capable of using a magical ability called ‘Super-compensation(Extra Heal)’.
Erika feels a strange heat in her chest that she associates with ‘protecting’ Ryuichi.
Erika’s pain-seeking behavior was a coping mechanism for her identity as a “part” of the army.
Ryuichi’s actions are explicitly linked to healing the damage caused by her past.
The “delicious water” refers to a previous event involving Ryuichi.
The red stain on the white sheets signifies the physical impact of their encounter.
Erika internalizes Ryuichi’s scent and presence as the new center of her reality.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Ryuichi – A 40-year-old Spirit King with a young, muscular, towering body, short dark hair, black eyes, and a beard, Goshujin-sama retains Japanese past-life memories. Analytical, cold, and commanding, he uses immense mana, gravity, and healing magic to rule. As a ruthless master and savior figure, he possessively controls the Elder’s Manor, an elf village, and Erika, his intimate female companion.
• Schmidt – The surname carried by Erika.
• Erika – A thin, 23-year-old former Empire mechanic and soldier, now Ryuichi’s traumatized slave. She has blue eyes, long, unkempt dark-golden hair matted with oil and dust, and an emaciated, scarred body with visible ribs and a jagged burn on her left arm. Conditioned to view herself as a replaceable component, she dissociates and grieves fallen comrades, finding her new, submissive reality terrifying.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
• Priest – An old man with a long white beard who performs detoxification magic at the local church. He wears white robes and maintains a professional, albeit expensive, approach to divine healing.
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese head maid in Grimm, this voluptuous former merchant’s wife and farm girl has refined features and long black hair. Linked to previous sexual experiences, she is bound to her master Ryuichi by a magical imprint, making her submissively obsessed with him. Driven by the trauma of losing her daughter, she protects younger slaves, mothers Helga, and battles deep insecurity.
• Dietrich – A deceased comrade of Erika. A fallen comrade whose pride is dismissed by the antagonist.
• Kessler – A deceased master technician and comrade of Erika. A voice or figure from Erika’s past whose presence haunts her memory during the interrogation. The Technician Chief of the Magic Technology Unit who instructed Erika on the maintenance and repair of Magic Guns.
• Karl – A hunched-back mechanic who worked in the underground workshop alongside Erika, this fallen comrade later died while uttering final words that the antagonist deemed completely worthless.
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