Volume 5 Chapter 27 Nier and Helga’s Secret (Part ①)*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Life in the mansion had changed completely since the master left, and the bond between me, Nier, and Helga had become something new and deeper. With Goshujin-sama absent, I found myself holding a deep, almost maternal affection for Helga—an echo of the love for the daughter I had been so cruelly robbed of long ago.
”Stay still, Helga. Your hair is a mess.”
”Hehehe, sorry, Nier-sama…” Helga replied with a bubbly, hyper-cute energy. “Your hands are so gentle, just like a mother’s.”
In the hallway, bathed in the soft afternoon light, I combed through Helga’s beautiful blonde hair. Helga, who had once been a street urchin in the Slums, was an anomaly among slaves. She had not been bought; she had offered herself to the master, drawn by his overwhelming strength and the promise of a full stomach. Her uninhibited, almost dangerously innocent cheerfulness had become the balm that filled the hollow, anxious spaces in my heart left by his absence.
”I love you, Nier-sama,” Helga chirped, her tone overflowing with idol-like enthusiasm. “Right after Ryuichi-sama, of course!”
”Fufu, you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” I said, maintaining my composure with a calm, neutral tone. “But, I don’t mind it.”
Watching her laugh so freely in the sunlight filled me with peace that eased my heart. Yet when night came, that gentle feeling always changed into a feverish heat we shared to fill our mutual loneliness. It was a secret ritual1 that we could never let the likes of Ilse witness.
Deep in the master’s bedroom, atop the luxurious bed and shrouded in darkness by thick curtains that blocked even the moonlight, we pressed our bare skin together, confirming the warmth of our existence.
”Nn… f-fa… Helga…” I gasped, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion.
”Nier-sama…” Helga whispered, her voice bubbling with a playful, affectionate intensity. “Did Ryuichi-sama touch you like this, too?”
Wrapped in sheets still carrying the faint scent of our master, we sought each other, projecting our longing for him onto our own bodies. Helga pressed her face into my chest, nursing at my n**ple like an infant, her breaths coming in hot, ragged gasps.
”Nchu… chupu…” she murmured, her speech thick with cutesy exaggeration. “Nier-sama, your breasts smell so sweet…”
”Ah, right there…!” I cried out, my voice tight. “Nn, don’t suck so hard…!”
Helga’s tongue was innocent, and therefore, utterly merciless. Each time she rolled her tongue over my sensitive areola or gave a sharp, sweet nip at the hardened peak, a jolt of electric ecstasy raced down my spine. I cradled her small head, fingers tangling in her hair. The memories of being loved by the master and the tangible warmth before me blurred together, intoxicating my mind.
”Helga… let me, too…”
I urged her onto her back, pressing kisses against her youthful, taut body. From the curve of her neck to her collarbone, and down to her small, budding breasts. With every touch of my lips, Helga let out adorable, choked cries as her body writhed.
”Hyauhh!” she squealed, her tone jumping with playful, idol-like energy. “Nier-sama, that tickles…!”
”Stay still…” I commanded, my tone steady and calm. “I’ll treat you just as well as Goshujin-sama did.”
I let my lips slide further down, bringing my face to her most private place. It was clean—impossibly so for someone raised in the Slums. I spread the secret flesh, covered in soft, golden down, with my fingers, and let my tongue trail over the pink bud.
”Aahh!” Helga shrieked, her voice high and energetic. “There, that’s… your tongue is so lewd, Nier-sama!”
”Fufu… such a lovely sound.”
I devoured her, lost in the experience. A mix of adoration and deep guilt. Then Helga rose, pressing her own face into my center. Our faces buried in each other’s thighs—a 69.
”Nn… chu…!” I groaned as Helga hit the right spot. “Helga, there…!”
”Nmu… lick… slurrrp…!” Helga made a series of playful, enthusiastic noises.
Her tongue teased the folds of my secret place with meticulous, insistent rhythm. My love fluids welled up, coating her face. We gorged on each other, fingers locked, dreaming of the master as we reached the peak, over and over again. The room filled only with the sounds of fluid and desperate cries, creating a sweet, peaceful time that was supposed to last forever.
It was after the frantic caresses had ceased, as we lay entwined, slick with sweat.
”Haa…” Helga exhaled, her voice bubbly and warm. “Nier-sama, you’re melting all the way inside.”
”Yes…” I replied in my neutral, standard tone. “You are too, Helga.”
Helga’s hand, which had been resting on my back, slid downward in a casual, fluid motion. She trailed her fingers not to the wetness of my secret place, but to the dry, hidden entrance behind it—my anus.
”!? Helga, that’s…”
”This is a place Ryuichi-sama loves, too, right?” she asked, her voice filled with naive, bubbly curiosity.
I stiffened in shame. My stomach was upset from overeating last night; the ingrained belief that this was an unclean part of me flared up.
”N-no. It’s dirty…”
”It’s not dirty at all,” Helga insisted, her tone bright and affectionate.
Helga blinked, her expression one of genuine confusion. For her, having grown up in the Slums, seeing excrement on the road was just part of daily life. Her work as a cleaner, handling filth with her bare hands, had stripped away the common aversion to waste. But it went deeper than that. She possessed a kind of mad, unconditional acceptance of the fundamental, biological cycle—the cycle of “consumption” and “excretion.”
”It’s part of you, Nier-sama,” she cooed, her voice radiating pure, idol-like devotion. “I love all of you, so I want to love this part, too!”
”Helga…”
That too-pure affirmation, so far removed from common sense, shattered my resistance. She accepted even my filthiest parts. That reality spread a sweet, illicit sense of relief through my chest. To me, who feared being abandoned by Goshujin-sama more than anything, this “absolute affirmation” was as intoxicating as a drug.
If she could love even this dirty place… then I wanted to bare everything and connect with her even more deeply.
”…Be gentle, okay?”
As I gave my permission, Helga smiled with innocent delight. And so, our “secret ritual”—which had been escalating ever since that day we first crossed the line in the master’s bedroom—began again tonight.
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Summary:
Nier and Helga navigate their changing relationship within the master’s mansion during his absence. Their intimacy deepens from comfort-seeking to a complex, secretive ritual that challenges their individual boundaries. This ritual culminates in a moment of extreme vulnerability and acceptance when Helga expresses a desire to love all parts of Nier, including those Nier considers unclean, further binding them together in their shared isolation.
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Trivia:
Helga was not bought but offered herself to the master due to his strength and food security.
Helga’s lack of aversion to filth stems from her upbringing in the Slums and her work as a cleaner.
Nier projects a maternal affection onto Helga, linked to a past loss of a daughter.
The secret ritual has been escalating since their first intimacy in the master’s bedroom.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Helga – An 18-year-old fair-skinned blonde maid with silver eyes and a raspy, unrefined voice from a slum childhood. Driven by sharp, feral instincts, a sadistic streak, and extreme devotion to her sexual impulses, this former street urchin manages Ryuichi-sama’s household with Nier, whom she enjoys toying with. Deeply loyal to Grimm, John, and Reina, her obsessive nature ignores societal boundaries.
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese head maid, former merchant’s wife, and farm girl with refined features, long black hair, and a voluptuous physique. Deeply submissive and obsessed with her master, Ryuichi, she battles masochism, insecurity, and fear of abandonment. Driven by maternal trauma from losing her daughter, Mia, she channels deep motherly affection toward Helga and protects the younger slaves.
• Ryuichi – The analytical, 40-year-old Spirit King of the Grimm mansion and elf village possesses a plain build, silver hair, and a beard. An antagonist with Japanese past-life memories, he rules with absolute authority, manipulating mana and space. Now absent, his strength once drew Helga to be his slave. His deep absence and lingering scent in the sheets act as a catalyst for intimacy between Nier and Helga.
• 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.
• Ilse – A delicate flaxen-haired maid at the Brooke-Taylor estate who cares for the younger children under Nier’s strict guidance. Her extremely slender frame, flat chest, and translucent porcelain skin reflect a history of starvation, hiding that she secretly knows more than she lets on. Recently broken in as a submissive slave, she is explicitly excluded from the secret rituals shared between Nier and Helga.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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