Chapter 101 The Absent Master and the Shameful Confession of the Tentacle Servant
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Summary:
Emerging from her master’s grotesque-yet-pleasurable domain, Suzuri, soaked in both shame and sticky residue, confronts the lingering effects of an aphrodisiac and her duty to report Yuuri’s sudden abduction by a goddess. This Dark Fantasy chapter explores Shinobi guilt, divine manipulation, and the surprising curiosity of her sister servants, Marina and Ashley, turning a scene of high psychological suspense into one of unexpected sisterly bonding.
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Even as the realm of viscera and tentacles dissolved, the place itself was known to her. It was the vast, unending darkness where she had once been trapped for a stretch of time that defied all perception. Fortunately, just as when she had first encountered her Master, she could perceive her own body. And as she’d been told, the Gate, which appeared to be the exit, illuminated the surroundings with a dazzling glow.
”Hogoh, guuh…♡ Fuuuuhhh…♡♡”
Yet, she could not immediately rush to the Gate and tell her sisters that the Master had been spirited away by a goddess. First, she was utterly drenched in viscous fluid. A white discharge soaked her thighs, and the semen that had been injected into her flowed ceaselessly from her slackened entrance. Furthermore, the aphrodisiac the Master had administered just before the goddess’s intervention proved a dangerous complication.
”Fuguh, fuuuhhh♡ O-onore…♡ That man! If he were going to interrupt, he should have at least extracted this as well!♡” she gasped, a raw moan of lingering pleasure and frustration escaping her throat.
The Master, intoxicated by his own skill in controlling the tentacles, had been about to complete his act when he suddenly lost consciousness without warning. Then, the surrounding fleshy walls swirled into a single point, and she was cast out into this familiar darkness.
”—Sorry, Suzuri-chan. That particular direction doesn’t quite align with my plans.”
Massaging her lightly bruised hip, she looked around, startled by a voice descending from above. Instinctively, she sprang back to gain distance. Looking up, she saw the radiant, rainbow-hued goddess, and beside her, her beloved husband, utterly unconscious, drooping like a cat by the scruff of its neck.
”Rest assured. I’m going to make arrangements so that you two don’t spiral into ruin.”
Though she wanted to lash out, Suzuri realized she, like Yuuri before his collapse, had been dangerously close to losing all self-control, completely swept up in the pleasure of the tentacles. Her face burned crimson with shame. The goddess merely declared that she would keep custody of Yuuri and vanished. Naturally, her unconscious husband vanished as well, leaving only Suzuri, covered in the evidence of their grotesque intimacy.
”Ugh, uuuuhhh…♡♡ D-de-coction! Kah, hah, aaaaah…!”
If she could have, she desperately wanted to experience the unprecedented climax the Master’s personally administered poison promised. But with the act forcibly interrupted and the Master himself gone, she could not afford to writhe in ecstasy indefinitely. Furthermore, given her body was now only capable of reaching ecstasy through her Master’s touch, remaining in this state of heightened arousal would certainly impede the duties she now faced.
Reluctantly, she employed the [Decoction] skill she had already acquired, regrettably purging the proof of his affection. Though the burning heat that had ravaged her body began to subside, the highly aroused servant body was slow to calm down. Because of this, she was forced to lie there for a while, straining her willpower until she could move again.
”Could it be that the Goddess has played us for a fool…?”
As she lay immobilized, her thoughts inevitably turned to her husband’s safety. A being who was the source of skills and who could manipulate space and time might be capable of healing a man who had rampaged by misusing his power. She could hope for his skilled intervention, and since there was nothing she could do now anyway, she concluded that she had no choice but to entrust him to her care.
The real issue was the goddess’s statement that this turn of events was ‘outside her plans’. That wording suggested that Yuuri’s ability to manipulate tentacles had been part of the predetermined course. If this speculation held true, then her own desire—the urge to force her Master to indulge her with tentacles, having been denied sensation for eighty years—had been used by the Goddess. No, it was likely that the Goddess knew the woman who’d suffered eighty years of sensory deprivation would fall to a need for full-body tentacle caresses.
Suzuri had, in that brief time, come to understand why Yuuri had called the Goddess Shelm malevolent. —The Goddess is surely inciting us, plotting something.
”Kuh, I cannot afford to rest here leisurely…!”
Her Master was beyond her reach. While that was a great regret, she first had to return to the Workshop and explain the situation to her sisters. She fully expected to be reprimanded, but to simply sit here doing nothing would be nothing short of shirking her responsibility.
”[Spring Water]¹… and [Darkness Wrap].”
Fortunately, her arousal had finally subsided enough to be bearable. However, she knew that appearing before them, covered in sticky fluid and discharging semen, would not be perceived as sincere, no matter how profusely she apologized. Using the skills granted for solo missions, she began to cleanse herself. She mass-produced towels using [Darkness Wrap] and repeatedly washed and wiped away the fluid and discharge.
”Indeed, nothing calms the mind like cold water.”
The Shinobi philosophy carries a certain self-sacrificial nature. When considering why one wields power, the core purpose is for the master one serves or the comrades one fights alongside. If self-preservation triumphs in that moment, it leads to the possibility of sacrificing the very people one is meant to protect. To avoid this, the Shinobi practice a spiritual discipline that comparatively devalues the self—that way, they can take the necessary step without hesitation.
She remembered the powerful shock she felt when her new Master loaded her with skills, skills intended for the person who, by her code, should be the first to be lost. During that discussion, the subject of having to survive alone, should an unforeseen situation arise, came up. Suzuri now felt deep shame for having dismissed the concerns of her Master and Marina, pointing out her servant ability to instantly return to the Workshop.
—Things always exceed prediction.
She had been warned that if she accidentally stepped into a teleportation trap and was separated from her Master by multiple layers, even that ability might be useless. Though the current situation was quite different, the ability to generate harmless, abundant water out of nothing, courtesy of [Spring Water], would significantly impact her survival rate in unforeseen circumstances.
And the acquisition of [Decoction] had made her truly admire her Master’s foresight. She recalled foolishly trying to be virtuous, initially refusing it because she possessed [Poison Immunity]. The Immunity skill nullifies harmful status effects; for example, [Sleep Immunity] prevents unnecessary sleep. Since she had shamelessly accepted the aphrodisiac, seeking a more intense pleasure, the poison had, in the end, bypassed her [Poison Immunity] entirely.
”Hoh♡…! I-Ikan, ikan. I must not think of Yuuri now…!”
She was saved from absolute death, her loneliness healed, and countless skills were bestowed upon her. Not only that, but he was a gentleman who accepted and embraced even her stubborn personality, which she herself found difficult to manage. Considering this favorable treatment—the cost of staying with such a man being merely the enslavement of her body—it was only natural that her body should grow warm.
Just as the water-ascetic cleansing had begun to calm her arousal, she snatched her hands away from her chest and groin and maximized the output of [Spring Water]. Immersing herself in the endless stream of icy water, she finally succeeded in suppressing her body’s feverish heat to only what was necessary for survival.
”[White Kimono]²… Mmm. Perhaps [Darkness Wrap] is better, as before.”
After obliterating all trace of their affection, she reached the stage of dressing, and the multiple options available to her led to a moment of confusion over which skill to use. Since acquiring skills after one’s initial creation should be impossible, she was still unaccustomed to selecting the optimal means. Nevertheless, the ability to quickly prepare herself was one of the greatest benefits of becoming Yuuri’s servant.
Thanks to this, she could now apply a streak of vermillion to her eyes without hesitation. Donning her Shinobi garb and binding her hair, she stood before the glittering Gate. After one last check of her appearance, she turned back to the absolute darkness and bowed.
”I shall certainly return again—”
This was the terrifying space that had held her captive for so long. Yet, it was also where she had met the person who fundamentally changed her existence. Thus, she fully intended to choose this very place for future trysts with her beloved husband. But for now, she first had to confess everything, holding nothing back.
She did not look back a second time. To achieve what she must, she took a determined step toward the Gate.
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For a split second, her body lost all sense of weight. But immediately, the sensation of a hard floor spread beneath her feet, and the Gate’s light dissolved without delay. Opening her eyes to the brightness, her vision was filled not with the Gate, but with the heartwarming colors of the stained glass inside the chapel.
”Ah, welcome back, Suzuri. Did you enjoy your night alone with Yuuri?” Marina chimed, her tone light and teasing.
”Welcome back, Suzuri-san. …And, is Yuuri not with you?” Ashley’s voice, though formal, held a distinct note of concern.
The place of her return was the newly established Chapel within the [Familial Workshop], the same place where she had been moved to her individual domain. As Yuuri had explained, the individual domains were even more isolated in time than the Workshop. The fact that her sisters were not seated on the benches proved they had also only just returned to this space.
It would naturally be inexplicable that the Master had not returned alongside the servant whose turn it was to be last. She instantly met her sisters’ gaze, then dropped to her knees right there. The faint hope that Yuuri might have returned first had vanished, and since she did not even know how long she would have to wait for his return, even silence would be dishonest.
”Wha— Wait a moment. What in the world is wrong? Does this have something to do with Yuuri not being with you?” Marina pressed, a hint of genuine worry entering her voice.
Suzuri pressed her forehead against the red carpet laid in the center of the chapel and remained silent. Everything had happened because of her own desires; the fault lay entirely with her. To first ensure her sisters understood the gravity of the situation, the matter required an apology before an explanation, so she held her tongue.
”…I understand. I will listen properly. Suzuri, please look up. Ashley, you won’t feel settled standing there. Let’s sit down and hear the full story.”
While she certainly felt responsible, shrinking back might be interpreted as an attempt to downplay the seriousness of the incident. Therefore, slowly but with dignity, she raised her bowed head.
The first person she saw was Marina, walking toward her with an unhurried stride. Her expression was serious but gentle, clearly making an effort not to intimidate her during the questioning.
But—
”—Gh!“
The moment she shifted her gaze to Ashley, a pathetic shriek caught in her throat. From her great height, the eldest sister’s emerald eyes stared down, completely expressionless. A beauty that made her a source of sisterly pride. A being who had been completely spiritually reconstructed by her revered Master, no longer entirely human. That enviable, non-human structure was now visibly taut, ready to unleash its power at any moment!
”Now, now. I know how you feel, but don’t you threaten her. Suzuri, please calm down first and tell us the honest truth.” Marina admonished, a low, firm tone cutting through the tension.
”H-ha, hah! I-indeed, the truth is—”
Marina settled onto a nearby bench. Ashley, however, remained quite a distance away, maintaining her non-human coercion. Feeling a cold sweat trail down her spine, Suzuri began to reveal everything: from the initially hidden invitation to become a servant, to the burden she had forced upon her Master in the individual domain.
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”—Well now. I had always thought Suzuri was something else, but to think you had that kind of niche taste… Hmm, I also enjoy Yuuri being quite strong with me, yes? But those, ah, viscera and tentacles…” Marina mused, her voice trailing off.
Suzuri’s younger sister, Marina, was, as befitting a former princess, an excellent listener. She would clearly state if she missed a point Suzuri had accidentally skipped over, and then summarize her understanding, making sure she had correctly grasped the facts. After Suzuri had completely laid bare her nearly impossible secret, Marina categorized tentacles as a special fetish.
Ashley, who hadn’t moved since they began, increased her pressure, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made Suzuri feel utterly cornered. Fortunately, Marina separated the issue of her youngest sister’s sexual tastes from the grave matter of their Master’s safety.
”Regarding Yuuri, I think you needn’t worry so much.”
Suzuri looked toward her sister through the crushing pressure. The frown that had been etched on Marina’s brow at the mention of the tentacles was gone.
”Just think about it. Shelm-sama can operate space while separating time. That means she could finish whatever procedure she’s doing on Yuuri and return him to this spot in what would be an instant for us. The fact that this hasn’t happened yet means Shelm-sama is intentionally delaying Yuuri’s return. Even if Yuuri was in an irrecoverable state, she could still inform us or contact us after implementing a contingency plan. …Shelm-sama did say she would ‘make arrangements’ for you both, didn’t she?”
”Th-that’s right! …But then, for what reason would she not return Yuuri immediately?” Suzuri wondered aloud, her head tilted, unable to grasp the goddess’s intent. If the goddess could freely extend the time it took to heal the ‘rampaging’ Yuuri and freely choose his time of return, why resort to such dilatory tactics?
Marina smiled faintly, rested her arm on the bench’s armrest, and leaned forward.
”Heh-heh. You’re such a good girl, Suzuri. …The reason is simple. It was to exploit your severe guilt and make you confess the tentacle matter to us. Shelm-sama seems to want Yuuri to retain the tentacle ability. She probably wanted to make sure all of the servants were aware of it. …If you and Yuuri had returned at the same time, wouldn’t you two have colluded and kept the tentacle incident a secret?”
”Uah… Yes, indeed. If I didn’t have to speak of it… I would have kept silent.” Suzuri admitted, shame-faced.
”As always, that person is quick to do such things,” Ashley stated flatly, breaking her silence.
—The Goddess Shelm is malevolent. She had been warned by her Master, and now she had personally experienced it again, forced to expose the private pleasure she had hoped to keep secret to her sisters. The realization that she had been manipulated once more caused her to clutch her head and collapse onto the carpet.
Marina’s laughter echoed above her as she watched Suzuri’s reaction. With Ashley’s oppressive aura also gone, Suzuri relaxed completely, collapsing onto the red carpet. She heard Ashley’s footsteps approaching. Since lying prone was no longer disrespectful, she stayed where she was, only to be addressed by a suddenly serious voice.
”Suzuri-san, there is something I must ask you.”
”Y-yes, ma’am!”
Not expecting to be addressed, she sprang up and sat ramrod straight in the formal seiza position. Cautiously raising her head, she saw that the eldest sister’s previous intimidating glare had subsided, replaced by an expression that was at once bewildered and solemn.
What question could she possibly be asked? Suzuri waited with a tense look, and Ashley, as if steeling her resolve, opened her mouth.
”Are tentacles… pleasurable?”
Afterward, Suzuri was utterly unable to react until the blushing Ashley averted her emerald eyes.
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Notes and Translator Insights
¹ [Spring Water] Yusui (湧水) is an ability that generates water. I’d guess it’s basically the infinite-water-source mod for a fantasy world, but here it’s specifically for Shinobi cleansing. I mean, the contrast between all that… stuff and then cold, pure water? The thematic writing is so good. ↩
² [White Kimono] Shiro-muku (白無垢) is a traditional all-white kimono worn by a bride in a Shinto wedding. The fact that this skill exists to instantly dress her in a bridal outfit right after this grotesque scene is heavy symbolism for her total devotion to Yuuri—even her ‘dirty’ desires are a form of devotion. It’s pretty intense stuff. ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends, she endured long isolation while frozen in stone and relied on inner magic to preserve her sense of self.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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