Chapter 102 Flesh Tentacles and Crotch Tattoo Rivalry
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Mini-summary:
In a moment of relieved shame, Suzuri realizes her secret pleasure with Yuuri’s new flesh tentacles has only fueled the head servant Ashley’s seductive curiosity. Their private discussion explodes into a fierce, magically-enforced servant-on-servant sexual dominance challenge in the Chapel, utilizing the forbidden power of the crotch tattoos. Suzuri must confess the intimate details of Yuuri’s highly versatile and addictive new skill to her dominant older sister before she completely melts from the internal manipulation, all while the priestess Marina watches in moral panic. This escalating fantasy romance scene details the raw competition for Yuuri’s most unique magical favor.
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The youngest sister’s blush was breathtaking—a sight so lovely it could steal a man’s breath. Clad in her brand-new uniform, she squirmed and fidgeted like a maiden awaiting a love letter. Yet, the direct question she’d just asked revealed precisely why Ashley was the head attendant and chief consort: her devotion was absolute.
This paragon of servitude viewed all the heavy constraints imposed upon her body as a pure joy. Thus, when it came to a new form of favor, even one she’d only just heard of, she was bound to show immediate interest.
Originally, I intended to obey the master’s command and keep the existence of the new power a secret.
However, the Goddess Shelm’s machinations had forced the confession out. Suzuri had been prepared to accept any punishment, yet, shockingly, she wasn’t scolded. Instead, her beloved Elder Sister was enthusiastically onboard, immediately moving to share the exclusive ‘perk’ as though it were the most natural thing in the world!
”W-well, I-I suppose. I never imagined there would be another person besides myself who didn’t feel… revulsion toward those… the magical extensions. Truthfully, I was secretly thrilled that I’d have Yuuri’s special affections all to myself,” Suzuri whispered, her voice barely audible over her rising shame.
”Ugh, thinking about it like that, getting left out is a little irritating, isn’t it? But, well, still…” Ashley muttered thoughtfully, a playful pout on her face.
So much for the Master’s own assessment that ‘because they are noble, they would naturally shun the extensions.’ If only one servant had been inclined toward this magical intimacy, Yuuri likely would have left her to her personal tastes. But with two out of three now involved, it meant the Master would be using the extensions far more often.
And any servant who couldn’t embrace this new trend ran the risk of being deemed inferior. Even the clearly hesitant Marina had found herself caught between her own caution and the fear of being left behind, her resolve wavering.
”Heh. I can’t thank Suzuri-san enough for finding this new way for our Master to show his affection,” Ashley purred, her tone sickeningly sweet.
”N-no, not at all! I was rather strongly coerced by the Goddess Shelm… To be honest, the first time I saw the extensions was when I was invited to be a servant, and it scared the living daylights out of me,” Suzuri admitted, bowing her head.
Ashley bent down, taking Suzuri’s hand and urging her to stand up. She was being elevated like a pioneer of the advanced affection, even though, if given the freedom of choice, she’d have had the exact same reaction as Marina. Suzuri tried to protest this, but the girl who earned the most of the Master’s favor simply brushed off her humble words. Ashley covered Suzuri’s hand with her other palm, tilted her head slightly, and smiled.
”My, my. But those extensions—aren’t they all Yuuri? And since you’re already reproducing the experience in your private space, I imagine you didn’t take long to find it pleasurable, did you?” Ashley teased, her eyes twinkling.
”Ugh. That… that’s true, but…” Suzuri groaned.
Even if the initial act had been forced upon her, she could no longer deny the truth: the extensions delivered an addictive level of profound sensation. The residual guilt of having forced the Master into this transformation, even if by the Goddess’s ploy, created a double layer of shame that utterly ravaged her. Her ears felt hot as she looked down, and Ashley, lifting the hands still clasped together, let her gaze wander mischievously.
”Don’t blame yourself so much. Shamefully enough, I became Yuuri’s servant without permission through a very similar circumstance,” Ashley consoled, her voice soft.
”Y-yes, ma’am!” Suzuri squeaked.
Suzuri had heard that story when they’d reconciled. She remembered being stunned that such a thing could happen under such strict rules of absolute obedience. But that, she’d concluded, was an exception, only permitted because they were already two people in love. She had cautioned herself against such recklessness, yet the moment that long-abandoned pleasure was dangled before her, the reins of her own reason had snapped.
Therefore, the words from Ashley, the Master’s true beloved, offered no real comfort. Suzuri gave a clipped, broken reply, and the next thing she knew, Ashley tugged her arm and embraced her against her soft bosom.
”Honestly! Suzuri-san, you’re a proper wife to Yuuri, too, you know! It’s only natural for a woman to want the person she loves to dote on her to the fullest extent, in her favorite way. Besides, since Shelm-sama’s will was involved, Yuuri gaining such power was inevitable. The fact that She even offered to ‘mediate’ means there was some slight problem or imperfection that needed fixing. If you guided Yuuri all the way from the stage of mere trial to where The Goddess approved it, then that is nothing but your achievement!” Ashley declared, holding her tight.
”S-such a way of seeing it exists? But still… It is a fact that I rushed him and forced Yuuri to overexert himself. I still don’t believe Elder Sister can truly forgive me,” Suzuri protested, utterly undone.
Even though Yuuri had declared all three of them his wives, there was a hierarchy. The fact that the lowest-ranked Suzuri had unilaterally forced a transformation on the Master could be seen as challenging the policy of Ashley, the one who stood by Yuuri’s side—the First Lady, so to speak. Having been rigorously taught respect for her elders since childhood, Suzuri instinctively viewed any dissent as abhorrent.
As she struggled internally to reconcile her own transgression, Ashley’s graceful fingers parted her bangs, and those emerald eyes gazed down upon her averted face.
”Honestly! You underestimate me, darling! I love Yuuri more than you realize, you see? So, if Yuuri accepts it and decides he’s okay with it, I will respect his will, too.” Ashley murmured, her expression intense.
”—Eh?” Suzuri gasped.
Why would she think that way? Understanding fled her mind. Logically, wouldn’t a woman be upset if some girl interfered with her beloved? Even if she didn’t cast the girl out for utility, shouldn’t she at least chastise her, punish her, or ensure she never made such a blunder again?
As Suzuri fell silent, unable to comprehend her sister’s thinking, the soft embrace tightened, and Ashley began to gently rock her from side to side like a baby.
”Because you’re here, aren’t you? That means Yuuri accepted your selfishness. He may be weak to a woman’s charms, but he never abandons a life he has taken on. He must have decided he could shoulder whatever you ask of him, in addition to what the Princess and I require, which is why he safely returned you to us,” Ashley lectured, her voice firm.
”Elder Sister…” Suzuri breathed.
She recalled her exchange with Yuuri in the magical space. The Master had indeed forgiven and accepted her transgression. And the fact that the youngest sister was now back, looking no worse for wear, was the proof that the head servant had seen through it all. I can’t possibly win against her.
Though she’d been psyched up to demand opportunities to gain his favor, not only was she given unlooked-for praise, but she couldn’t even step out from her older sister’s shadow. All the tension drained from Suzuri’s body. She yielded to her tall sister’s soft form and placed her forehead against the chest that their Master was so devoted to—another unbeatable quality. As she sighed deeply, indulging in the soft sensation, it felt as though all the knots in her stomach were unraveling.
”Thank you for your mercy, Elder Sister. I swear I will redouble my efforts to be of use to Yuuri… And I won’t lose next time.” Suzuri vowed, a hint of new resolve in her tone.
”Yes! I accept your challenge. Suzuri-san, you’re working so hard! I can’t let my guard down either. That’s why I want to know everything I can about this new magical power Yuuri has gained.” Ashley cheered, her mood instantly lifting.
The gentle petting on her head, the clear voice tickling her earlobe—Suzuri felt as if she were cradled by a loving mother. Without thinking, she nodded. Wait, she was asking how good the extensions felt, wasn’t she?
She no longer had any intention of hoarding the pleasure, and her debt to her sister felt irrelevant. It was because she was drowning in the soft indulgence of the embrace that she was too slow to notice the competitive look in her sister’s eyes—eyes that spoke volumes without a single word.
”So, how is it different from this?” Ashley cooed, her tone changing drastically.
”H-huh—?” Suzuri gabbled.
Gushuu
Without any warning or awareness, her core was suddenly seized by a magical connection. Her body reflexively tensed. Her pointed toes lifted into the air, and she was effortlessly hoisted up. Though her body twitched and seized, the two joined magical emblems remained tightly sealed by a powerful effect.
”Pigi, fuh-hehh, higeeeeeiiihhh! ♡♡” Suzuri shrieked, the sound strangled by her throat.
This was an underhanded use of the emblem‘s function—a magical arm-wrestling match between servants. The emblem was the personal mark carved onto the women whose bodies had been remade by the workshop’s master, serving as the connection point to the Familial Workshop terminal to control the servants.
Though this function existed primarily for the Master’s use, by simply touching, servants could connect their respective mana pathways. From there, they could infiltrate the other’s body with mana, operating the magical mana extensions that extended from the emblem into the internal organs. This allowed them to compete over who was more faithfully transformed into a master-loyal body.
”Nngh! Ah! ♡ Stoooppp, fwooohhh! ♡♡” Suzuri moaned, utterly lost in sensation.
”Yuuri often challenges me with this, but what advantage does this new method of affection that Suzuri-san created have? You’re such a modest girl, I’m sure you’d just stammer and blush. I need you completely yielding and overwhelmed before Yuuri gets back so you can tell me everything about the extensions,” Ashley growled, her sweet tone now laced with dominance.
Her words of resistance were ignored as the manipulation continued unilaterally. Suzuri instantly realized this was the punishment for forcing a burden onto Yuuri. To properly explain the new ability’s nature, she would have to explicitly describe the desire she’d put upon Yuuri, including the intent. This meant she’d have to use literal, direct terms to expose the content that had made even Marina blanch and try to temper her own language.
Even with only her trusted sisters present, such a confession would take a significant amount of time—a loss of minutes Ashley, who wanted to gather all her cards before Yuuri’s inevitable return, would naturally wish to avoid.
”Igh! I’ll tell you! ♡ Elder Sister, please, stop flooding my emblem with mana!” Suzuri pleaded, her voice trembling.
”Never! ♡ If you fold at just this much, you won’t be able to make Yuuri feel good, darling! Come on, Suzuri-san, try to fight back! We can both enjoy ourselves while you tell me all about the extensions!” Ashley challenged, a predatory smile gracing her lips.
Suzuri finally promised to confess, but her credibility was frighteningly low. In a desperate attempt at retaliation, she tried to infuse mana into Ashley’s emblem, but it was like trying to punch a finger into a sheer, rocky cliff face—Ashley’s defenses refused to acknowledge her interference.
”Ahn! Haaahn! ♡ It’s impossible! ♡ I can’t break through your defenses, Elder Sister! ♡♡” Suzuri cried out, defeated.
”My, what a pathetic girl! In that case, you’ll just have to let me pamper you thoroughly! ♡” Ashley taunted.
Her counterattack had failed, and the magical extensions continued their unilateral internal manipulation. Suzuri could only try to ride out the intense wave of sensation by forcing herself not to move.
Trying to find any way out, she scanned her surroundings and found her gaze locked with Marina’s, who was staring blankly at the scene—the same Marina who had been agonizing over the ethics of the extensions moments before.
”H-hey, Ashley. You might have forgotten, but affectionate displays outside the bedroom are generally discouraged, right…?” Marina interjected, her voice full of worry.
Though she was slightly lower in rank than the attendant, Marina was the one whose advice Yuuri took most seriously regarding the workshop’s operation. Marina had voiced a plea, but the chief attendant didn’t even acknowledge the prohibition; instead, she began to walk with a light step, holding the squirming youngest sister in her arms as if dancing at a ball.
”Nonsense, Princess! ♡ This is information we must extract immediately if we are to be loved by Yuuri! ♡ This Chapel is a place close to Shelm-sama, so I’m sure She will bless this enlightenment! ♡” Ashley declared, her words ringing with false piety.
”Oh, you only praise Her when it’s convenient…!” Marina sighed, utterly frustrated.
Coming from Marina, the priestess, that was a truly opportunistic use of faith. Yet, it was easy to imagine that the Goddess of Lust would, in fact, strongly encourage this. Having been refuted, even if only nominally, Marina was left with no choice but to physically separate Ashley from Suzuri, but she couldn’t bring herself to use force against the higher-ranking servant.
Eh, is this checkmate? Suzuri silently questioned Marina, who had fallen into silence, only to see her fold her hands in a desperate, pleading gesture. No reinforcements were coming. Her only hope was her older sister’s mercy, but the moment their eyes met, Ashley’s expression shifted to a predator’s grin, sending a chill down Suzuri’s spine.
”O-Older Siste—Higggyuuuuh! ♡♡” Suzuri shrieked, cut short.
”Aaaahn! ♡ Suzuri-san, you are completely overwhelmed! ♡ You’re so rigid from head to toe, you really enjoy being manipulated from the inside, don’t you, darling? ♡ Tell me! Is Yuuri’s new extension better than this? I doubt it’s better than his natural affection, but how exactly can he love you with it? ♡” Ashley coaxed, her questions punctuated by Suzuri’s moans of surrender.
With the Master still absent, the chief servant was now the de facto ruler of the workshop. In this situation, no one could defy this Tyrant of Affection. Her tyranny, enacted to discover an unknown pleasure, involved the magical extensions ruthlessly overwhelming the lowest-ranked servant, digging the differences in function directly from Suzuri’s very core.
”Fuh-hih, nhiiiiih! ♡♡ No, stop, my defenses, my composure! ♡ T-that’s right! ♡ He can’t caress me directly from the inside! B-but! With the flesh extensions, Yuuri alone can restrain me like I’m being overwhelmed by dozens of men! ♡” Suzuri gabbled, her words pouring out between sobs of ecstasy.
”…Oh?” Ashley breathed, suddenly intrigued.
”My! That is certainly something the emblem extensions can’t do! I certainly wouldn’t want to expose my skin to dozens of other men, but if Yuuri can do it all by himself—Aahhh! ♡” Ashley marveled, her manipulation instantly intensifying.
The emblem‘s extensions had the advantage of affecting the servant without being visible to outsiders. On the other hand, they were inconvenient for restricting movement. Using light force only provided pleasure, but strong force would cause harm. Since even the lowest-ranked servant could suppress the interference with sheer willpower, it was unlikely the two older sisters couldn’t do the same. This meant that the flesh extensions, which could physically restrict movement from the start, were likely a highly appealing and novel avenue of intimacy for the sisters as well.
”T-that’s not all! ♡ The flesh extensions can change shape as much as he likes! ♡ Being held by hand-extensions, or gently touched by mouth-extensions! ♡ And they can even take the form of various restraining devices, allowing Yuuri to perform the Skill Creation all by himself! ♡” Suzuri shrieked, completely yielding the secrets of the new skill.
”W-what?! Does that mean Suzuri already got Yuuri to create a new creation skill?… Right after you two finished talking?” Marina gasped, her shock evident.
Skill Creation, the workshop function that utilized the servant’s body to create new skills, normally required the assistance of other servants. While it was accompanied by pleasure, it felt more like intense work than a simple act of affection. If Yuuri could perform it effortlessly by himself, the pleasure would be far stronger than a mere embrace.
Upon hearing this fact, the two older sisters displayed completely opposing reactions. Marina, understanding that an element of her Holy Sword skill had been used, looked slightly crestfallen. Even though she knew it was necessary, having her innate skill utilized likely stung a little. Yuuri needed to comfort her immediately, but the Master was still gone.
In sharp contrast to Marina, the elder sister’s eyes changed color, and the movements of her emblem extensions became even more frantic.
”I-is that true?! You mean you can receive the same affection you got when you obtained the white wedding garment—all alone with Yuuri?! Oh, please, Elder Sister, tell me everything! ♡ Tell me all about the intimacy between you and Yuuri! ♡” Ashley demanded, her voice ringing like crystal bells.
”Hagyuu, fuh, uuuuuh! ♡ Hah-hiee, I’ll tell you! ♡ I’ll tell you everything! ♡♡” Suzuri cried, her will finally shattered.
That clear, beautiful, bell-like voice was now engraved upon her consciousness like water sinking into sand. The emblem extensions dug up a sweet, numbing pleasure, and Suzuri’s body was already devoid of all strength. The soft body of the sister holding her felt like the power of the flesh extensions themselves. Yielding to the command, she nodded repeatedly and began to haltingly recount the memories of the affection she’d received.
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1 [Shelm is the Goddess of Lust and is known for being extremely manipulative. She often puts Yuuri and his wives into sexually challenging or compromising situations for her own amusement and to advance the story’s plot towards more explicit content. The Goddess being involved is a recurring narrative device for escalating the lewdness.] ↩
2 [Guanju (寛恕): The original word means ‘forgiveness’ or ‘clemency,’ a very humble and formal term for profound pardon, which really highlights the level of guilt Suzuri feels despite Ashley being the one who is technically breaking the rules now.] ↩
3 [Shiromuku (白無垢): This is a traditional pure-white Japanese wedding kimono. In this story, it refers to the skill or outfit Suzuri acquired when she first received Yuuri’s full, profound affection, signifying a major milestone in their relationship and a high-value piece of ‘loot.’ ] ↩
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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