Volume 5 Chapter 14 A Maiden’s Confession II*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The master bedroom, devoid of its owner, was heavy with a thick, humid warmth. It was not merely the heat of the air; it was the lingering scent of an intense, carnal encounter—a cloying mixture of the girls’ radiating heat, the Love Fluids soaking into the sheets, and the faint, sharp tang of ammonia.
Ilse, having only just reached her first climax, shuddered in rhythmic spasms, her underdeveloped frame trembling. Her back was delicate, ribs still faintly visible beneath skin as white as porcelain, slick with sweat. Her flaxen hair clung to her damp body, a testament to the intensity of her struggle. I cast a gaze down at her groin. From her naive, sensitive mucosa, clear nectar overflowed endlessly, creating a large, dark stain on the high-grade silk sheets that Goshujin-sama favored.
I dipped my fingertip into the viscous fluid, watching it stretch into a thin, translucent thread. It smelled sweet, with a hint of acidity—the scent of an unripened fruit. It was the sanctuary of a virgin, one who had not yet received the seed of any man.
I gently brushed the hair from her sweat-slicked forehead and leaned in, my lips brushing against her flushed ear.
”You did well, Ilse,” I murmured. “That was… a lovely sound.”
Ilse stared at the ceiling with vacant, glazed eyes, still lost in the afterglow of her hallucination. “Ah, ah… Nier-sama… I… I was dreamin’ of Goshujin-sama…” she whispered, her voice barely steady.
Such a dear girl. To think that her pure, earnest devotion could twist her into something so lewd.
”But it isn’t over yet,” I said, my tone cool. “Your service has only just begun.”
My words made Ilse’s body jolt.
”I will guard your pristine ‘front’ with the utmost care until the moment Goshujin-sama returns,” I continued, tracing a finger over her flat chest. “The seal of your hymen is something that must be broken by his hand alone. Instead, today we shall prepare another place for him.”
I snapped my fingers. At the signal, a shadow that had been holding its breath in the darkness of the closet sprang forth as if released by a spring.
”Aha! Finally!” Helga shrieked, her golden hair wild and her body entirely exposed. “Ilse, your face is amazin’. You’re already a complete mess!”
Hailing from the slums, Helga was the shadow of this mansion, harboring an intense fondness for the dirty work and the disposal of waste. Her skin, white as bisque, was smudged with grime here and there—a form of makeup, perhaps, in her eyes.
Helga pounced on Ilse from behind, grabbing her firm, thin, yet still soft buttocks with both hands.
”Eep!” Ilse let out a cry, writhing in protest, but Helga gave her no escape. With practiced movements, she hoisted Ilse’s hips high, forcing her into a position on all fours.
”Nier-sama…? Helga-chan…?” Ilse asked, looking up at me, terrified. “What should I…?”
I met her gaze head-on. “Ilse, listen,” I said firmly. “Goshujin-sama can be, at times, more intense and powerful than we could ever imagine. If your small body isn’t prepared, you might break under the weight of his love.”
In front of her, I slowly lifted my skirt, revealing my own intimate areas—thoroughly developed and refined by Goshujin-sama’s indulgence. “That is why preparation is necessary,” I declared. “Especially since… he is quite fond of this back entrance.”
I gripped the flesh of her buttocks and pulled them wide, exposing her tight, unblemished gate to Helga’s view. The pale pink folds were clamped shut in terror. It was a pure, dirty hole that had existed only for waste. Developing it was the ultimate dedication to him; simultaneously, it was a rite of passage to shatter her dignity and remake her into nothing more than a female.
”Stay still,” I ordered. “If you don’t relax, it will hurt. Helga, begin.”
”Understood!” Helga chirped. “Hey, Ilse, relax, yeah? I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Helga thrust her fingers into her own mouth, coating them thoroughly with saliva. Then, she pressed those slick, glistening tips against Ilse’s tightly sealed sphincter.
Pop.
”A-ah!” Ilse gasped, her face twisting in agony as her knuckles turned white against the sheets. “No, it hurts…! It’s goin’ in…! Nier-sama, there… it’s dirty, that’s a dirty place!”
Her sphincter contracted with iron-like strength, frantically resisting the physiological rejection of the intrusion.
”It hurts… it hurts, Nier-sama…” Ilse sobbed into her pillow. “Please, please forgive me…”
”It’s alright, Ilse,” I said. “It only hurts because you aren’t yet prepared to accept Goshujin-sama. I will cast a little magic on you now.”
I reached under her stomach as she trembled on all fours, targeting the front. The moment my fingertips touched her, her body jolted. I began to rub the entrance with a single finger, slowly and obscenely, tracing circles.
”Ah, ah…!” Ilse cried out. “The front… it’s hot…!”
”That’s right. Focus on this,” I coached. “I’ll make sure that every time Helga stretches you from behind, this gets even better.”
While flicking her front, I simultaneously attacked her chest. I pinched her tiny, immature n**ples, intentionally twisting and pulling them with sharp, stimulating force.
”Hyaah!?” Ilse yelped. “Nier-sama, my n**ples… even though it hurts, it’s… I feel so strange!”
”Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin,” I said. “Think of this pain as love from Goshujin-sama.”
With a mischievous grin, Helga brought her face down to Ilse’s groin. “Ilse, you have such a cute scent here,” she teased. “Down the hatch.”
Helga’s tongue licked upward, scooping against Ilse’s exposed clitoris.
”Hyaah!?”
From behind, fingers were slowly breaching the walls of flesh; in front, my fingers teased the mucosa; her chest was under attack; and Helga’s tongue was obsessively caressing her center.
”Nngh…! Aah, aaaaaaah!” Ilse screamed. “Helga-chan’s tongue, so lewd…! Nier-sama, help me, my head is goin’ crazy…!”
Ilse begged me for salvation with tear-filled eyes. I grabbed her chin and forcibly stole her lips.
”Nmm…!”
Our tongues tangled, and the sound of our deep, hungry kiss echoed through the room. The lack of oxygen and the extreme sexual stimulation sent her brain chemicals into overdrive. I could see her pupils dilating. Her reason shattered, leaving only instinct.
”Huff…!” Ilse gasped as we parted, a silver thread of saliva stretching between us. “Ah, aah… Nier-sama…”
In that instant, Ilse’s expression shifted. Her face melted into a dazed, unfocused stare.
”…It doesn’t hurt…” she murmured. “Nier-sama… inside, it’s gettin’ so hot!”
Helga smirked, increasing her fingers from one to two, then three. “Hahaha! Ilse, this is amazin’! Your hole, it’s pulsin’! You’ve become such a greedy girl!”
The wet sound of friction increased in intensity as Helga began pistonning violently.
”Agaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!” Ilse shrieked. “It’s in, somethin’ thick is stabbin’ into my butt!!”
”Ilse,” I whispered, “imagine this is Goshujin-sama. Right now, what is piercin’ you is the rigid, unyieldin’ weight of his love.”
”Ah… Goshujin-sama… Ryuichi-sama…!” Ilse cried, her hips beginning to move of their own volition. “There, not there! Even though it’s a dirty place! Aaaaah, I love you! I love you, I love you! Please, fill this dirty place with Goshujin-sama!!”
I rubbed her front mucosa with unprecedented speed, pushing her sensitivity to its absolute limit. “You can go, Ilse! Let out all your love for Goshujin-sama with your bottom!”
Helga thrust her three fingers in to the root, twisting them as if gouging out the interior.
THUD!
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” Ilse wailed, her body arching as she convulsed. “Ryuichi-sama!! I love you, I love you!! My bottom, my bottom is…!!”
She climaxed, a torrential flood of fluid erupting from the front, but we did not stop. Helga twisted her fingers even deeper, throwing her into a second, then a third wave of ecstasy without pause.
”Hiiiii!” Ilse cried. “Again, I’m goin’ again! Forgive me, please forgive me! My bottom is goin’ to break…!”
”That’s right, Ilse,” I said. “You are becomin’ a tool that can no longer live without that back door. For the sake of Goshujin-sama.”
When Ilse finally went quiet, twitching on the bed, Helga crawled over her face. “Ilse, you worked hard,” she said. “Come now, clean me up too? You’re thirsty, aren’t you?”
Helga pressed her private parts to Ilse’s lips. In her hazy state of consciousness, Ilse sought it out, opening her mouth as if it were water offered by her master.
”Mmm… slurp… lick…”
Ilse’s tongue darted across Helga’s body, her devotion absolute.
”Aha, good girl,” Helga chuckled. “That tickles. Hey, Nier-sama, I can’t hold back anymore, either.”
Helga stared at me, her silver eyes were filled with the color of desire. I pulled her close and pressed a passionate kiss to those soiled lips.
”Nngh… lick… Helga…”
As Ilse continued her diligent service at Helga’s groin, Helga and I tangled our tongues, exchanging saliva aggressively.
”Nngah, Nier-sama…” Helga groaned. “I’m—I’m goin’ to climax too!!”
As she kneaded my breasts, Helga climaxed, showering rain upon Ilse’s face. Ilse, her entire face drenched in Helga’s body fluids, licked them up and swallowed, wearing a look of absolute rapture.
The room was thick with our ragged breathing and the suffocating, cloying scent of females. In the night, with the master away, our banquet had only just begun. And for Ilse, her education had only finished its first stage.
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Summary:
Nier and Helga continue the conditioning of the novice Ilse in a master bedroom empty of its owner. They systematically use both physical manipulation and psychological pressure to break Ilse’s resistance. The scene culminates in Ilse’s total submission, where her pain is effectively converted into absolute erotic pleasure and fanatical devotion.
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Trivia:
Helga originates from the slums and treats grime on her body as a form of makeup.
The conditioning is framed as a rite of passage to transform Ilse from a virgin into a vessel for the master’s pleasure.
Nier actively uses the master’s absence to deepen the psychological bond between the girls and the absent master.
The fluids involved are described as holy water within the context of the mansion’s hierarchy.
Notes:
• Ilse – A young, delicate servant girl at the Brooke-Taylor estate who takes care of the younger children. Under Nier’s strict guidance after surviving near-death and starvation, she secretly knows more than she lets on. She is the eldest young maid, notable for her extremely slender frame, flat chest, translucent porcelain skin, and meticulously kept flaxen hair that catches the winter sunlight.
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese head maid, former merchant, and farm girl with refined features, long black hair, and a voluptuous physique. Deeply devoted to her Master, Ryuichi, she manages his estate and safeguards his sanctuary. Driven by maternal instinct and trauma from losing her daughter, Mia, she gently guides, disciplines, and protects the younger girls while studying magic and Common tongue.
• Helga – An eighteen-year-old, fair-skinned blonde maid with silver eyes, a raspy voice, and an unrefined sense of hygiene from an abandoned childhood in the slums. Deeply devoted to Ryuichi-sama and Grimm, she manages Ryuichi’s household with Nier, handling horses, chores, and rescued kids. Observant, scent-curious, and eager to learn, she wears a fluffy gown, loves meat, and is known to John and Reina.
• Ryuichi – A pragmatic 40-year-old Spirit King with a plain build, silver hair, and a beard, he is a cynical, blunt master with immense spiritual energy who manipulates golden mana, earth, ice, blue fire, and space magic. Deep within the Magic Forest, he rules his Grimm mansion and elf village with absolute authority, modern logic, and possessiveness, acting as a provider for his growing dependents.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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