Chapter 55 Uniform Play*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I returned home after parting ways with Yuki and the others. Waiting for me, looking like they’d stepped right out of a daydream, were Sayaka in her high school uniform and Sheena in her crisp maid’s attire.
”Welcome home, Master… Eek!” Sayaka cried out.
Before she could finish, I scooped her up in my arms and strode straight for the living room.
I’d been playing the stoic guard in front of the others, but the truth was, I’d wanted to ruin her the moment I saw her in that skirt.
I dropped her onto the sofa and didn’t waste a second. I tore off her blazer, yanked up her blouse, and prepared to surge my Mana¹ into her Crotch Crest²-but I froze.
Her inner thighs were already shimmering, slick with a clear, honeyed heat.
I looked at her face. She was blushing, eyes averted in shame, yet they were burning with a desperate, frantic expectation. She was already deep in heat.
I stood over her, a predator savoring the view. I kicked off my leather armor and stripped out of my guard’s uniform, my own hunger demanding release.
I shoved her skirt up, hooked my thumb into the side of her sheer panties, and drove my thick length into her in one heavy, unforgiving lunge.
”Ah! Aaaah-h!” Sayaka screamed.
Her back arched, her hips jolting upward at the sudden invasion. I didn’t stop. I began a rhythmic, punishing grind, fumbling with her blouse buttons even as I drove into her.
”Ah… ah… it feels so good,” she moaned.
”Tempting me in that uniform… you really are a wicked girl, aren’t you?” I said.
”N-no… I… ngh… I just… I haven’t worn it in so long… I wanted to see…” Sayaka replied, her voice trembling as her hips rose to meet mine.
”Don’t lie to me. You wanted my cock, didn’t you? You wore this because you knew it would drive me mad. You wanted to be taken like this, didn’t you?” I asked.
”I… I didn’t… Ah! Wait, don’t pull out!” Sayaka cried.
As soon as I teased her by drawing back, her legs flew up, wrapping around my waist in a desperate, white-knuckled lock.
”Then tell me the truth,” I commanded.
I went still, save for the slow, agonizing circle I traced with my glans deep inside her, forcing the words out of her.
”Ah… don’t… don’t rub it like that… I… ngh… since this morning, my body has been… so hot… please… I was… I was waiting for this… I wanted Master’s cock so badly… I thought if I wore the uniform… you’d violate me right away,” Sayaka confessed.
”Heh, I see. So you were begging for it. A girl who tells the truth deserves a reward,” I said.
Her face was crimson with a mix of shame and lust. I hiked up her bra, baring her breasts to the air, and began to knead the firm, pale mounds as I resumed a violent, driving pace.
”Aah! Yes! Yes! It feels so good, Master… more, give me more!” Sayaka shouted.
”God, you feel incredible, Sayaka. You’re perfect,” I whispered.
I’d spent every morning at the gate watching girls in these uniforms, my mind wandering to dark places while I stared at their retreating backs. Now, Sayaka was here, wearing that very fantasy. How could I not lose control?
I’d wanted this for a while, but I’d hesitated. I’d seen her carefully ironing that blouse, hanging the pleated skirt with such care in the closet. I didn’t want to see her cry because I’d ripped the buttons off or ruined the fabric with my mess.
But she’d asked for this. She’d dressed herself for the slaughter.
The hesitation vanished. I let my mind slip into the role-the guard dragging a student into his station, taking what he wanted. I leaned over her, crushing my lips against hers, our tongues tangling as I hammered my weight into her.
”Mmph… ngh… nnnngh!” She muffled her cries as our tongues danced.
Her legs were a vice around my waist. The deeper I drove, the tighter her Prized Vessel³ became, clinging to me with every pulse. The blazer was half-on, the blouse was ruined and agape, and her white bra was shoved up to showcase her heaving chest and the reddened peaks I’d been bruising with my touch.
It was too much. I was at the edge.
”I’m going, Sayaka! If you don’t want to ruin that skirt, you’d better swallow every drop with your womb!” I growled.
”Ah! Yes… please! Give it to me! Give me Master’s seed!” Sayaka cried out.
I grabbed her head, pinning her to the sofa as I buried myself to the hilt and let go. A heavy flood of semen surged into her, the sheer volume triggering a forced, spasming climax. Splurt! Hhh-nnngh!
She shuddered beneath me, her body twitching in a violent rhythm, but her legs never wavered, squeezing me tight as if she were trying to pull every last drop from my core. Twitch… throb…
The long, heavy release finally ebbed after ten agonizingly perfect seconds. I pulled back, breathing hard, and looked down at the wreckage.
There she was: the navy blazer falling off her shoulders, the white blouse hanging open like a tattered rag. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples standing proud and pink, and thick white cream was already beginning to seep from her pushed-aside panties.
She looked exactly like a schoolgirl who had been dragged into a dark corner and thoroughly broken.
Magnificent. A dream realized. Maybe next time, I’ll have her try a competitive swimsuit.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Sheena was there, silently gathering my discarded armor and folding my guard’s uniform with practiced ease. A perfect maid.
As I watched her, Sayaka began to stir. She sat up slowly and leaned over my lap, beginning a wet, slurping cleanup with her tongue. The sound of her licking, cleaning away the spent fluids, brought my cock roaring back to life.
Sayaka looked up at me through her lashes, her eyes dark and heavy. She pulled away, sat me back on the sofa, and knelt on the floor.
”Sheena-san, come. Let us serve him together,” Sayaka said.
”…Yes,” Sheena replied.
Sheena obeyed, kneeling right beside Sayaka at my feet.
”Sheena-san has no experience with men. I shall show her the way. Watch closely, alright?” Sayaka explained.
Sayaka wrapped a hand around my length, her tongue slowly tracing a path from the base to the very tip.
So Sheena was a virgin. I wondered if Sayaka had pried that out of her earlier today. It seemed the succubi didn’t bother training their Soul-less Dolls⁴ in the arts of the bedroom. Fine by me. It just meant I got to be the one to break her in.
Sayaka moved through the motions-how to swirl around the tip, how to use the lips to create a vacuum. When she was done, she gestured for Sheena to take over.
Sheena mimicked her, her hand trembling slightly as she let her tongue wander over me. Clumsy. Unpracticed. She really was a blank slate.
The thought alone was a different kind of fuel. Sayaka continued the lesson, leading Sheena through the stages. Soon, I had both of them working me from either side. The contrast was intoxicating-Sayaka’s expert touch against Sheena’s hesitant, innocent fumbling.
I sat up and reached for them. Sayaka’s bra was still hiked up; Sheena, I realized, was wearing nothing under her uniform. Do they even have bras in this world?
I didn’t care. I grabbed a handful of each-Sayaka’s firm, resilient breasts and Sheena’s larger, softer mounds that felt like they were melting between my fingers.
”Ngh… fff… ah,” Sayaka moaned.
Sheena remained a statue, her face a mask of indifference. And yet, the white silk between her legs was darkening, soaked through. I remembered now-the Crotch Crest reacted to a male’s presence.
Watching us must have flipped a switch deep inside her. Even if her face was empty, her body was screaming for it.
As the wet patch on Sheena’s panties spread, Sayaka took me deep, her throat working in a fast, rhythmic suction that targeted the most sensitive parts of my glans.
Sheena looked on with hollow, distant eyes, seemingly lost now that she had nothing to do. I reached out, pulled her face to mine, and kissed her.
She didn’t resist. Her mouth opened, her tongue meeting mine with a strange, mechanical compliance. Even if she didn’t know where she was, she could still entangle her tongue with mine, swallowing the saliva I forced into her throat with a soft gulping sound.
I was surrounded by heat-Sayaka’s mouth, the friction of her lips, and the soft skin of Sheena’s breasts in my hands. I moved my focus down, sliding my fingers under the edge of Sheena’s soaked panties.
I found the small, hard bud of her clitoris and began to rub. She twitched, just a little. Her breath hitched, but her expression never wavered.
As I worked her clitoris and sucked on her breast, Sayaka’s pace became frantic. She was vacuuming me, pulling me toward the edge.
I couldn’t hold back.
”Guh!”
I’m coming! I erupted, my teeth grazing Sheena’s nipple as I poured myself out. Splat! Squirt! Gush!
In the middle of the storm, I felt something. A soft, gentle pressure on my head. I looked up. It was Sheena’s hand. She was stroking my hair, her face as blank as ever, her eyes seeing nothing.
I didn’t know why she did it. She had no soul, no ego to speak of.
But as I sat there, draped in the warmth of their bodies, releasing the last of my seed into Sayaka’s waiting mouth, I felt a strange, fleeting sense of peace.
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Summary:
The protagonist fulfills a long-standing voyeuristic fantasy by engaging in ‘uniform play’ with Sayaka, who dressed specifically to entice him. The session escalates into a trio involving Sheena, the ‘Soul-less Doll’ maid, who is taught sexual service by Sayaka. The chapter ends with a surprising moment of wordless tenderness from the ego-less Sheena.
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Character Insight:
Sayaka demonstrates proactive submissiveness, using her past identity (school uniform) to secure the protagonist’s attention. Sheena shows that despite lacking an ‘ego,’ her body responds to the environment (Crotch Crest activation), and she possesses a latent, inexplicable instinct for comfort.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Crotch Crest’ (Inmon) is a staple trope in adult Japanese fantasy media, symbolizing magical subjugation and heightened arousal.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Sayaka – The academy’s premier beauty and a member of the swimming club. Currently classified as a Rank 1 Slave. She is seventeen years old and a virgin. E-cup. She has blue, short, boyish hair. Her best friend is Sanae.
• Sheena – Beastman Soul-less Doll with rabbit ears and a large chest. Flawless face, approx 165cm height, F or G cup, narrow waist, large hips, and a fluffy tail longer than a rabbit’s.
• Yuki – A third-year high school student and leader of the Battle Sports Club. He is a national champion in medieval-style combat using swords and spears. He has a severe sister complex. He has hawk-like eyes and a polite but determined demeanor.
• Ult – Lilith’s friend. Long blue hair. Succubus.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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