Chapter 12 A Lesson in Care
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Onii-chan… this is so embarrassing…” Emma whispered, her voice small and wavering like a trembling string.
She did as she was told, though—slipping out of her clothes in jerky, hesitant movements, until pale skin caught the faint glow of the dungeon lights. But she still crossed her arms tightly over her chest, trying to shield herself, her face burning bright enough to almost glow.
”We have to check for injuries,” Kanata said gently, though there was an odd glimmer in his eyes as he spoke. He reached out and caught her wrists, drawing her arms away.
”…ah…”
Emma flinched at the motion, her breath catching as her gaze darted up to meet his—and then away again, lashes fluttering low as if the weight of his stare was too much.
(…This is a good sign,) Kanata thought, lips curving faintly as his hand moved almost tenderly over the soft slope of her chest.
”…hn—!”
A startled cry escaped Emma, sharp and high.
”Embarrassed?” Kanata asked, his tone mild, though his eyes watched her with careful focus.
Emma nodded quickly, her whole face flushing red down to her neck.
”Then… how about this,” Kanata said, letting his hands slide away. “Do it yourself. Check if anything feels off.”
”Um… how?” she asked faintly.
”Just… squeeze your chest a little. And… try pinching your n***les,” he added, as if giving basic instructions on buttoning a shirt.
”…o-okay.”
Slowly, cautiously, Emma raised her hands, fingers brushing over her breasts before closing lightly around a soft peak.
”Ah… i-it feels… weird…” Her voice came out in a thin, shaky breath. The sudden twitch of her shoulders made her jump when her fingers grazed the sensitive spot.
”Does it hurt?”
”N-no… it just… it made me jolt…” she murmured, shaking her head with shy jerks.
Kanata smiled. “Then keep going.”
”…mm…”
She nodded, her lips pressed tight, and began to roll her n***les gently between her fingers.
”Ah… ahhh—!” The sound that spilled from her was sharp and sweet, her body jerking in surprise.
”Just like that,” Kanata murmured.
She obeyed, switching to her left side, fingers trembling as if caught in tiny spasms each time she pinched.
”Unhh… it’s… hot… something’s… weird…” Emma frowned hard, thighs rubbing together as her hips gave restless little shifts.
”What’s wrong?”
”M-my… down there… it’s…”
”Show me.”
”W-what? No, I—”
”It’s fine. If something’s wrong, we need to know.”
”…okay…”
Still blushing furiously, Emma slowly parted her legs. Kanata leaned closer, eyes flicking down as soft folds of pale pink opened like shy petals, slick with glimmering dew.
”Touch yourself,” he said.
”W-wait, but…”
”Or… should onii-chan do it?” he asked, his voice low and coaxing.
Emma hesitated, then gave the smallest nod.
”Good girl.”
Kanata lowered his mouth, lips brushing over the small rounded nub at the top of her slit.
”Eh—? Ahhhhhh!! Nnn—ahhhhhh!!!”
Emma’s whole body jolted like lightning had shot through her, her back arching, legs kicking as cries tumbled out of her.
”…haa… haa… what… was that…” she gasped, dazed, her eyes wide and unfocused.
For a girl who knew almost nothing about her own body, the flood of new sensations must have been dizzying. And that innocence—seeing it shatter under his touch—only made Kanata’s breath grow heavier.
”Not sure,” he murmured. “Let’s try a little more, just to be safe.”
He trailed his fingers between her folds, watching her twitch with every brush as a string of slick warmth followed his touch.
”Um… c-could you… open it with your fingers?” she asked, still trembling.
”Go ahead,” Kanata said, smiling.
Emma bit her lip and slowly spread herself open.
”Can we stop now…? It’s… embarrassing…” Her face was deep red as she pleaded.
Kanata stroked her cheek softly. “Just a bit longer.”
He pinched her c**toris gently between his fingers.
Emma’s body leapt like struck by a spark, her voice breaking as her back bowed.
(So sensitive…) Kanata thought, fascinated, as he grazed his teeth over the swollen bud.
”Hi—hiiiiiii!! Aahhhhhnnnn—ahhhhhh!!”
Emma’s eyes flew open, mouth parted in shock as a sharp cry tore from her throat—then her hips jerked and a warm spray burst from her.
(…She came that hard…?) Kanata blinked, then bent down again, licking her folds and sucking softly.
”Ahhhhnnnn—nnnnghhh!!”
Emma convulsed, trembling helplessly. And there was no stopping now.
Kanata kept stroking her, teasing her c**t as her body jerked over and over, spasming through waves that left her gasping.
”D-don’t—ahhh—too much—my head’s… going blank—”
Her words dissolved into broken cries. Her cheeks flushed dark, lips parted slackly.
(Beautiful.)
He thought that as he lapped up the honey dripping from her.
”Stop—something’s—coming—ahhhhhh—”
Her voice climbed as her body shook, knees knocking together.
”It’s okay. That’s what it means to come,” Kanata whispered in her ear, and pressed himself against her entrance.
Her eyes went wide. “W-wait—onii-chan, what are you—”
”This.”
He held her shoulders down and pushed in slowly.
”A-ahh… uhhh… n-no… I’m scared… scared…”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but Kanata only kept easing deeper, bit by bit.
”…hurts?” he asked softly.
Emma nodded—then shook her head.
”Pain?”
Again she nodded, and shook her head.
(Whatever.)
He reached her deepest point and began to draw back.
”Ahh—!”
Pulling to the ridge of his tip, he slid in again, deeper this time, then out, then back—at first slow, then faster.
Emma’s breathing grew ragged, her voice rising in soft cries.
”Ahhhhhh—nnnnghhhhh!! Uuuuhhh—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn!!”
Her face scrunched up, tears beading at the corners of her eyes.
”Emma…?”
”D-don’t—no more—I can’t—”
Kanata ignored her words and kept thrusting, harder now.
”Ahhh—nooo—ahhhh—again—”
Sensing her close, Kanata slammed deeper.
”Stop—stop stop stop—ahhhhhh!!”
Emma’s body shook, sobs slipping from her lips.
(Almost there.)
Kanata grabbed her hips and drove in all the way.
”Hyahhhh!!! Nooo—I’m—I’m—ahhhhhh!!!”
Emma arched, shaking as her release hit—and Kanata spilled deep inside her.
Hot spurts filled her, and when he pulled out, white spilled after, dripping down her thighs.
(Well then.)
Kanata scooped her limp body into his arms and carried her back into the dungeon’s depths.
* * *
”…And what exactly is this.”
El’s voice was flat, her tail lashing behind her like a whip as she stood over the bed. Emma lay curled in the blankets, fast asleep, her breathing soft and even.
”Hmm. A stray? Maybe?” Kanata said, tilting his head.
”Take it back,” El snapped instantly.
”Not sure that’s an option.”
”That’s too cold, El-chan,” said Sara, stepping in to shield him. The frills of her gothic maid outfit bounced as she put her hands on her hips.
”Yeah, yeah,” Alma chimed in from beside her, identical outfit and all. “If you pick something up, you have to take care of it.”
Syl stood just behind them, fidgeting, clearly unsure what to say. She was also in the same black-and-white maid uniform, looking like she wanted to sink through the floor.
The three of them had been brought back into the dungeon only a few days ago—this time not as trembling captives, but as Kanata’s personal maids.
He had even given them proper private rooms and a modest set of clothes, enough to live like actual people again. Each of them still wore a Collar of Subjugation [T/N: a magical slave collar that enforces obedience], marking their official status as his slaves, but anyone looking at their daily lives could see they were treated far better than most commoners outside.
They were allowed freedom, too. That was the biggest difference. They could talk back, disagree, even refuse Kanata’s orders if they chose. He had insisted on it, claiming that if they couldn’t speak their minds honestly, then real conversations would never happen. If all he wanted were obedient dolls who only nodded and followed every command, he could have filled the place with serpents. What he wanted were real partners—ones who would give their opinions, their advice, their criticism when needed.
When he first said that, El had pouted and muttered, “So I’m not enough for you?” but in the end she accepted it. She only stopped sulking when he pointed out that, unlike them, she wasn’t bound by a collar—and if she stayed, it was by choice.
Even so, none of that made it simple for Sara, Syl, or Alma.
After everything Kanata had done—lying to them, kidnapping them, tearing away their innocence, crushing their pride—there was no way they could just nod and pretend the past hadn’t happened. Forgiving him was impossible. Trusting him felt like madness. And how could they be sure this wasn’t just another trap? Lure them into feeling safe, only to rip the ground from under them again. It was exactly the sort of thing he might do.
So Kanata gave them choices.
For Syl and Alma, the two sisters, he laid out three:
remain here as nothing more than s** toys, beneath even slaves;
stay as his personal maids in this dungeon;
or return to their village.
Each choice still meant technically being his slave, but if they picked the third, there were rules—he would watch them for about a month before sending them back, and they would go one at a time, not together.
It wasn’t much of a choice at all, and they knew it.
Syl never even considered the first option. Becoming a toy was unthinkable. And though returning home should have been the obvious choice… it wasn’t. Not with Rick involved.
If Rick was released first, he would run home and hide his own failures by spinning lies about them. He knew they’d been captured. He would make up any story to turn the villagers against them. And even if he stayed quiet, Syl knew the moment one of them returned alone, he’d try to blackmail them into silence. Use what they knew to corner them.
He was pathetic—and dangerous. She couldn’t let Alma face him alone. Not for even a day.
So, no matter what Kanata was scheming, staying as his maid was the only real choice Syl had.
For Alma, it was even simpler.
If she picked the maid option, she could stay with her sister and always have enough food. That alone was enough. The thought of going back to the village—to cold nights, empty bowls, and being apart from her one safe person—made her stomach twist. No, she’d stay here. At least here she could eat. Maybe even smile sometimes.
Once he had their answers, Kanata turned to Sara.
”Sara,” he said evenly. “You have two choices. Keep protecting Rick and live on as my s** toy… or forget him, and give yourself to me—body and heart.”
If she chose Rick, Kanata promised, Rick would stay caged here, rotting quietly while Sara spent her days as his plaything.
But if she let Rick go and chose Kanata instead, Rick would walk free.
”By the way, Syl and Alma chose to stay,” he added lightly.
”…That’s a lie,” she whispered.
”It’s not. I told them I’d let them go if they wanted. You can ask them yourself.”
He even led her to their room and left her to spend the day with them.
Days passed. Then, one quiet afternoon, Kanata returned to her room.
”Well? Have you decided?”
Sara lifted her head slowly. “…Just one thing. Why isn’t ‘freedom’ one of my options?”
”Because I don’t want to let you go.”
Her throat tightened. “Do you… love me?”
”I do.”
”Then… why hurt me like that? Rick had nothing to do with it…”
”You still loved him,” Kanata said simply.
Her voice cracked. “Do you… love me? Will you be… gentle?”
”If it makes you forget him, yes.”
He leaned in, and his lips caught hers before she could answer. His tongue slid past hers, slow and coaxing. She shivered, then melted, kissing back as if the air had gone soft around her.
Their lips parted with a wet sound. “…Be gentle,” she whispered.
Kanata pushed her down onto the bed, covering her with his body. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading gently as he kissed her again. His thumbs brushed over her n***les, teasing until they hardened under his touch.
”Ah… ahh… nnh…” Sara’s soft moans slipped out without her meaning to.
His mouth left hers, trailing lower as his hand slid down. Fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, stroking the damp warmth between her legs.
”Ahhn—no, don’t…” She clung to him weakly, trembling as heat rose in her belly.
He tugged her panties down. She lifted her hips, letting him pull them off. Kanata’s eyes lingered on her as he smiled faintly, gaze tracing the wet glisten that caught the room’s dim light.
Then his mouth was there.
”Ahhhhn—no, not there—” Sara’s voice pitched up as his tongue lapped at her folds, and her hips jerked helplessly.
Her cries only pushed him on. He added fingers, curling them inside her as he flicked his tongue over her c**t.
”Ahh… ahhh—stop, I can’t—no, nooo, I’m gonna—ahhhhhh!!”
Her body arched, back taut like a bowstring as she came with a cry that filled the room.
Kanata only smiled faintly, withdrawing his fingers as he unfastened his belt. He pressed himself to her entrance and slowly pushed in.
Sara squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for pain. Even counting her first time, she had only been with him a handful of times, and never gently. He had always seemed more interested in watching her squirm with shame than in the act itself. She had never been ready, and it had always hurt.
But this time… it didn’t.
Instead, a shiver of pleasure rolled through her, stealing her breath.
Kanata saw it in her face—and began to move faster.
”Ahhh… why… it feels… good… ahhh…”
Her hips lifted, meeting his without thinking.
”A-ah, ah, ah, no—nnghh—I’m—I’m—ahhh I can’t—why does it feel… so… good—ahhhh—”
Her words melted into cries, tangled and breaking apart as her body trembled beneath him, lost to the waves crashing through her.
When Kanata pushed deep one last time, Sara’s body arched in a sharp, trembling curve—and she broke apart with a cry, shuddering hard as release took her.
At the same moment, his heat spilled deep inside her.
”…hah… hah… hah… it’s… it’s coming out… you came inside…” Sara panted hard, chest rising and falling, eyes glazed and unfocused, yet somehow softer than he had ever seen. She stared up at him like the rest of the world had gone hazy.
”You’re adorable, Sara,” he murmured.
”…mm… Kanata… I love you…” she whispered back, voice fluttering. She tilted her face up, lips parted, silently asking.
(Kanata… it’s okay if I fall for you now… right?)
She had felt that gentle side of him again—and this time, she let herself believe it wasn’t a mistake.
”Kanata… can I… stay by your side? Always?”
”Even if you say no, I won’t let you go.”
”…then… don’t let go. I want to stay with you. Always.”
Her voice shook, not with fear anymore, but something like relief, like a tight knot slowly coming undone inside her. Sara, who had spent so long building walls just to survive, let them crumble under the weight of warmth she had never been given before. She sank into his arms as if they were the only safe place left.
Kanata brushed her damp hair from her cheek, eyes unreadable as he held her closer.
He had only done what El told him would work.
Sara, she had said, had never truly been treated kindly in her life. She was naturally the kind to cling, but she had never had anyone to cling to—never been allowed to. So if someone simply spoiled her, held her gently and gave her warmth, she would fall fast. Too fast.
And like El predicted, she had.
Kanata couldn’t help a faint sigh, quiet enough that Sara didn’t hear. (Is it really okay… for her to be this easy?)
But he said nothing. He only kept holding her, while her eyes fluttered closed against his chest, the ghost of a smile soft on her lips.
—
And thus the mysterious little girl Emma-chan appeared. Also, goth-loli maid GET!
Next time: Rick’s Adventure — Part Two. Stay tuned!
Notes:
• Emma – Petite, pink-haired runaway. ch12. Shy and naive (“Onii-chan… this feels weird…”), blushes easily and trusts too quickly. Found alone and wounded by Kanata, who coaxed her in under the guise of care and claimed her.
• May – Blonde, soft-eyed shrine girl. ch14–15. Gentle and pleading (“Please… just let us go…”), timid but loyal, relies on Mina’s strength. Came with Mina to save Sara, but was disarmed and bound by Kanata as his captive maid.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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