Volume 1 Chapter 13 The Resurrection Of The Brown Girl 4️⃣
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was already deep into the night by the time I returned to our lodgings.
On the way back, I stopped by a small shop, though the name escapes me now.
What I ate there… I can’t remember.
What we talked about… I can’t recall a single word.
It’s all vanished, like a dream I forgot upon waking.
And now, I lie in bed, beneath the soft glow of a magic lamp, facing Lena.
The two of us, in nothing but our honest selves.
──—This moment… is really happening.
I swallow hard, nerves tightening in my chest.
When I glance at Lena, she stiffens slightly, her back straight as she sits down beside me.
”Lena… Are you truly okay with this?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
”Yes,” she replies, her voice trembling with sincerity. “Please accept Lena’s first time… Master.”
She offers a gentle, bashful smile, so faint I almost miss it.
”Hey, that’s not right,” I say with a soft chuckle. “From now on… what should you call me?”
”I-I’m sorry… S-Sir Soyuz,” she says, flustered.
”Good… Good girl,” I say, pulling her into a quiet embrace.
The warmth of her body, the way she called my name—it all feels so real, so close.
”Then… I’ll take you, Lena,” I whisper beside her ear.
She shivers slightly, her breath catching.
* * *
”Please… hold me.”
Beneath the fading colors of the evening sky, Lena’s voice reached me clear and steady.
”…Lena, did you hear me earlier?” I ask with a sigh. “I said I wouldn’t use you. I won’t treat you like some treasured possession just because you belong to me.”
She slowly shakes her head in response.
”No, Master. Lena is not a slave right now… This is something I, myself, have chosen—through my own will.”
”…Huh?”
Her cheeks glow red, flushed deeper than the sunset around us.
Even so, her eyes remain locked on mine as she speaks.
”I, Lena… truly love and admire you, Master.”
Looking closer, I notice her shoulders trembling.
Her hands are balled into fists, and her eyes shimmer faintly.
She must’ve gathered every ounce of courage just to say those words.
”As a slave… and as a woman, I offer everything to you—my heart, my life, my body. If you truly respect my will… then please, hold Lena.”
”Ehh, well, I mean… I did say I’d respect it, but…”
I never imagined she would be the one to ask.
And now, could I just accept her feelings so easily?
Of course I’m happy. I’m a man, after all.
She’s lovely, and she adores me. How could I not feel something?
Ever since those cruel scars disappeared, Lena has blossomed into a truly beautiful girl.
Even if she’s a little too obedient at times, I find her honesty refreshing.
Knowing her feelings are pure and real—it makes me feel honored.
But… is it really okay to accept her just like this?
Wouldn’t I be taking advantage of her gratitude?
Wouldn’t it seem like I took her devotion as payment for healing her?
No… Those are just excuses.
Maybe… I’m afraid.
Afraid to accept what comes after.
But there’s no running away now.
I look back at Lena, still standing frozen like she’s bracing for something.
”Call me Soyuz,” I say quietly.
”Huh?”
”From now on, don’t call me ‘Master.’ Call me ‘Soyuz.’ I accept you… So, please, accept me too.”
Her eyes widen. She gasps softly, covering her mouth with both hands as if trying to catch the feelings spilling out.
”Come on,” I say gently. “Say it.”
Her cheeks are bright red, and her lips tremble, but she takes a deep breath.
With hesitant courage, she peeks up at me and murmurs,
”S-So… Sir Soyuz…”
”!?”
Damn… That’s way more powerful than I expected.
I’m not sure I can stop now.
* * *
I lay Lena down on the bed.
Sliding one arm around her shoulders, I nestle beside her, drawing her close.
With my other hand, I brush her cheek, guiding her to face me.
She gazes at me with eyes that seem dazed and dreamy.
—She’s beautiful.
An overwhelming warmth wells up inside me.
I lean in slowly, pressing my lips to hers.
”…Nn…”
Her lips are softer than I imagined.
The gentle contact makes my heart melt.
Again and again, we kiss—light, fluttering touches, like the wings of birds brushing past each other.
Eventually, she begins to respond, timid at first, then with quiet eagerness.
Our kisses deepen, not rushed, but filled with feeling.
As I pull back, Lena smiles, tears clinging to her lashes.
”Such a gentle kiss… Lena feels so blessed,” she whispers.
Her smile is so graceful, so peaceful, it stirs something inside me.
”…Is it alright,” I murmur, “if I try a less gentle kiss next?”
She nods softly. “Yes… As you wish.”
With her permission, I press my lips to hers again—deeper this time.
Slowly, carefully, I part her lips and taste the warmth within.
”Nnh…”
Lena’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t resist.
Her arms wrap around me as she quietly welcomes it.
Guided by instinct, we explore one another—not rushed, but with mutual care.
There is no need for words.
Her lips, her soft gasps, the warmth of her body—all of it tells me what she feels.
Time fades.
We’re still only touching lips, but somehow… it feels like so much more.
As if something unseen has connected us completely.
A gentle surrender.
A quiet promise.
A moment that needs no name.
But…
If just kissing feels this amazing… what would it be like if we were truly connected?
That vague, tingling curiosity swelled in my chest. I couldn’t stop myself from continuing. My lips pressed against hers as my hands slowly explored her slender form.
I cupped her soft chest with both palms, feeling the gentle shape through my fingers. Lena, whose lips were still sealed by mine, let out a faint “mmph” and quivered under my touch.
So soft…
The moment I realized I was holding real breasts, my mind went blank for a second. Her skin was warm and smooth, not a trace of her past scars. Just soft, delicate warmth.
With each movement of my hands, Lena’s breathing grew deeper. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and trembling. And in response, I too was losing myself in the heat between us.
Eventually, our lips parted, and a faint line of silver connected our mouths. We both let out a breath at the same time, our eyes hazy, smiles loose.
”Lena… did it feel good?” I asked gently, brushing her hair from her cheek.
”Yes… just having Sir Soyuz touch me like this… it makes my heart beat so fast,” she whispered. “And also…”
”And also?”
”Knowing that Sir Soyuz is enjoying my body… that alone makes me feel strange… down there… I’ve become shameless…”
She said it through trembling lips, her thighs lightly pressed together, her face glowing red.
I couldn’t look away.
My hand, still resting on her chest, slowly began to move again. I slid it down, tracing the curve of her stomach.
”Mmm…”
That soft, ticklish sound from Lena made my hand move lower.
Eventually, my fingers reached the gentle mound between her thighs. My heart pounded in my ears.
This is… a girl’s place…
Still untouched by time, her skin there was smooth and warm. As I traced the soft seam with my finger, Lena’s eyelids lowered slightly, her gaze dreamy—yet when our eyes met again, hers looked up at me with an expression so gentle, it made my heart ache.
This precious part of her body… she entrusted it to me.
I wanted to hold her more. Touch her more. Learn everything.
I slowly pressed my finger between the folds.
”Aaah…”
Lena’s voice trembled as her body twitched slightly.
”S-sorry, did I hurt you?”
”No… it felt so good I couldn’t hold it in…”
Her face was flushed, eyes dazed, lips slightly parted. She looked up at me as if in a dream. It was a relief she wasn’t in pain. In fact, from where my finger rested, I could feel warmth flowing, a quiet sign of her acceptance.
”I’ll keep going,” I said softly.
Placing a kiss on her cheek, I felt her nod with a tiny smile. She looked like a kitten, trusting and sweet.
As I gently traced the wet line with my finger, the soft texture sent a strange but pleasant sensation through my fingertips, as if they were being pulled into her warmth.
”Ahn… ah… fuh… it feels… good… Sir Soyuz…”
Lena’s voice melted into quiet moans. There was no hesitation, no sadness—only the joy of giving herself to someone she trusted.
Seeing her like that gave me strength, and a strange, tender feeling bloomed in my chest.
Then—Lena’s hand slowly reached for me.
Her fingers touched me gently, holding me with care.
”Ah… Lena… I’m so happy…”
”Me too… Sir Soyuz…”
We kissed again, lips melting into one another, and for a while we just enjoyed the feeling of being close, holding each other in warm silence.
Her hand moved carefully, yet lovingly, and I could feel pressure building inside me.
But—no. Not yet.
I wanted her to feel even better too.
I focused my attention on her once more. My fingers, still resting on her warmth, began to move more intentionally. I used my other fingers to gently open her folds, searching carefully for the spot I’d heard about but never touched before.
Near the top… there.
There was a small bump—maybe that was it.
I gently rubbed the area, tracing it softly with the pad of my thumb.
”Hmm!?”
Lena’s whole body twitched.
She gasped, her breath caught in her throat. Her reaction had completely changed.
As I continued to move my thumb in slow circles, she squeezed her thighs around my hand and grabbed my wrist.
Did that mean… I should stop?
I paused immediately.
”Sir Soyuz… Sir Soyuz…”
But she looked up at me with watery eyes and gently moved my hand again herself, as if her body had already made the decision she couldn’t say aloud.
Seeing her like this, I couldn’t resist her sweetness.
”It’s okay, Lena,” I whispered. “Let yourself go. I’ll stay with you.”
I moved my fingers once more, now faster, now deeper—leading her toward that final step.
”Y-yes… I want to… Sir Soyuz… I want to…!”
Her voice cracked like a child begging for something dear, innocent yet filled with raw emotion.
What a precious creature she is…
”There, there,” I murmured, kissing her cheek again and again. “You’re doing great. Let’s go together.”
I focused everything on that sensitive spot, drawing circles again and again until—
”I’m… I’m! I’m coming, Sir Soyuzzz!”
Her whole body arched. Her fingers tightened around my wrist as her hips shook in small, uncontrollable waves.
”Ah…!”
Lena’s face was dazed, her lips parted, a line of drool on her chin as she breathed hard, riding out the aftershocks.
It was such a pure, vulnerable sight that it made me want to hold her forever.
And then… I couldn’t hold back anymore, either.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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