Chapter 111 The Erotic Skill Debate꞉ My Servant’s Lustful Bargain
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri tried to look away from Ashley’s lewd, inviting smile. However, his eyes drifted to the cleavage created by her thin arms, which pushed her breasts up and together. Even knowing it was a blatant invitation, Yuuri reached out to the swelling mounds offered to their master, just as she intended.
”Fwah! How does that feel, my love? Yuuri always sucks on them so passionately for me, you see? If I could only be granted a Skill, this body could be even more useful to you, darling!” she gasped, her voice sweet and breathy.
As always, the large blindfold still hid her eyes, keeping her true look a mystery. But the quick changes in the corners of her mouth and the slightest wiggle of her tongue made Yuuri’s groin heat up instantly.
”Th-this chest, you mean?” Yuuri stammered, already losing the fight. “But if I give a Skill to breasts that huge, won’t they just start spraying mother’s milk everywhere, without any decency?”
”Ahh! That’s simple, dear, I’d just keep casting (Purification) on them!” she purred, her tone shifting to playful dismissal. “The important thing is that Yuuri can enjoy his servant’s body whenever he likes! Come on, imagine it! You could squeeze as much milk as you wanted from these huge jugs! You could taste it if you liked, or you could make it spray all over in a mess, and treat me cruelly!”
Her voice, which tickled Yuuri’s eardrums so pleasantly, urged him on, and he squeezed the resilience in his palm. What if during intimacy, Yuuri saw those sharp, jutting nipples start to leak milk? He imagined Ashley with the Skill. The change to her body would stimulate the milk ducts from the inside, and she’d likely be racked by a fierce, intense pleasure.
—If Yuuri could just knead these overwhelming breasts and make her writhe with involuntary lactation. It would broaden the scope of his affections, and give him leverage to control his sometimes-rebellious servant. And above all, these breasts were already captivating in size and shape; if they could hold milk just for their master, Yuuri would be even more hopelessly infatuated.
”I like that idea…” Yuuri heard himself mutter, his dark desire bubbling up and forcing its way out.
She didn’t miss the short phrase, her delight showing instantly as if her wish had already been granted.
—But Yuuri couldn’t fall for that temptation so easily. He was certain it was a path to ruin. No matter how simple it was to fulfill his desires, limitless self-indulgence would eventually lead to catastrophe. Just like with the tentacle incident, accepting a change without thinking it through meant there’d be no turning back. And he couldn’t always count on the Goddess to bail him out.
To prevent this, Yuuri needed to first talk some sense into his beloved wife, who was cracking the whip on the carriage toward their destruction.
”Y-Yuuri! What is it? Ah, if my clothes are in the way, just rip them off! You could easily take advantage of me right now!” Ashley cried out, completely convinced Yuuri was eager to proceed as he was pinning her down and fondling her breasts.
How should he go about persuading her? A family meeting right here, kneeling face-to-face, was a bad idea. For now, Yuuri decided to focus on affectionately caressing the breasts in question to calm down his overzealous wife.
”Nngh! Nnn… What are you doing, all of a sudden? Why are you being so gentle?”
Rough yet careful. The robust, kneading massage across her whole breast made the body pinned beneath his tremble. The sudden shift from her earlier, more demanding affection to a gentle, caring touch made Ashley realize things wouldn’t go exactly as she wanted.
”Oh, come on! Are you… not in the mood? I thought Yuuri would be happy.”
”Ah, well, I have my reasons. I want to stop myself from changing my wife’s body just to satisfy my own desires,” Yuuri confessed, his voice tight.
It was a bitter memory, when the omnipotence of the tentacles had almost driven him to try and alter Suzuri’s body. If Shelm hadn’t stopped him, he would have certainly crossed a line to justify his own regret. And Ashley’s request now carried the same danger of being irreversible.
The (Milk) Skill, you see, is a Skill that allows milk to come out. This means, of course, that she wouldn’t be able to control when to start or stop it, and with Ashley’s magnificent breasts, the Skill would be very effective. It would flow constantly, requiring frequent use of (Purification), making it impossible to focus on high-level dungeon clearing.
”Listen, Ashley. We may seem free, but we have many restrictions. Marina’s political standing, the Goddesses’ request for us to conquer the Labyrinth. If we violate these things, we have no future, and I want to reduce any anxiety-causing elements as much as possible.”
Honestly, Yuuri was still tempted. He even thought of asking Suzuri to create absorbent pads for him. But if he didn’t set a limit on his desire—a limit where he could still turn back—it would become a chain that ruined his life. Yuuri caressed her breasts and stroked her flushed cheek, explaining the line he was drawing for himself. But his childhood friend, who had devolved into a beast of lust, wasn’t about to listen quietly.
”—Well, what do you say, Ashley-san?” Yuuri finished, the formality slipping out.
Her seductively twisted lips pressed into a thin line. The flirtatious charm, born from the promise of pleasure, vanished, and under the silent pressure, Yuuri even added the honorific ‘-san’. Even as he made a serious proposal, Yuuri hesitated to give her nipples any strong stimulation, even though he was still gently kneading her breasts.
The result was a pitiful, almost subservient posture, like a nervous lover checking his partner’s mood, even though Ashley’s vision was masked.
”…If my memory serves me right, and I preface this with that. I believe I recall you promising to give me your children once everything settles down,” she murmured.
”Y-yes, that’s right. …Actually, I won’t let anyone else have you. I fully intend to take responsibility for the life you’ve been given me, so… I hope that’s not an issue?” Yuuri tried to be bold, using their inseparable relationship as a shield, but the moment he couldn’t see Ashley’s true intentions, his confidence wavered. Just as he instinctively moved to take his hand off her breast to correct his posture, Yuuri thought he saw the corner of Ashley’s mouth rise slightly. But she quickly shook her head, so he couldn’t be sure.
”No, that is a source of great joy, Master. And I distinctly recall you saying, ‘I won’t let your womb rest,’ is that correct?”
”Th-that’s correct,” Yuuri confirmed.
Ashley’s tone was incredibly refined, befitting a former royal maid. But the words that flowed without hesitation carried a force that was terrifying for a woman pinned beneath him. Sadly, a soft weakling whose only advantage was his Skills couldn’t compete with that core of sheer willpower. Yuuri affirmed his former bold statement with a hollow bravado, and Ashley no longer tried to hide the smile on her lips.
”Excellent. But if you’ll be planting your seed in my empty womb right away, then… I’ll be producing milk then, won’t I?”
”Ugh. Y-yes, that’s right…” Yuuri finally understood why his wife, who had dropped the seductive pretense, suddenly brought up their promise to have children. But he was already caught in Ashley’s trap. Unable to outright refuse, Yuuri could only meekly nod along to the self-aggrandizing things he’d said in the past.
”Hmph. So you won’t caress my breasts at that time?”
”U-uuuugh… I might… just a little bit. I might let myself drink the bit that spills over, maybe,” Yuuri confessed honestly, giving up the maximum possible concession while respectfully trying to hold back his own lust.
As a result of his honesty, Yuuri thought he saw a glint in her Emerald eyes hidden by the Ai-mask.
”Hmm… You’ll end up drinking it anyway, won’t you! Then how is that any different from using a Skill to make milk flow all the time?!” she snapped, the demand returning to her voice.
”N-no! Getting milk after pregnancy is natural! It’s different from using a Skill to make it come out…” Yuuri instantly regretted exposing his desire.
From Ashley’s perspective, since she’d need to produce plenty of milk later anyway, there was no harm in using a Skill to supplement that. But even setting aside the fact that it would hinder their Labyrinth conquering, asking for her to be altered by a Skill felt wrong because of the desire-driven incident with Suzuri.
”Hah? Women with the (Milk) Skill are sought after in places like the relief shelter! There are babies who lose their parents in the Labyrinth, you know! There’s no difference in worth between someone who produces milk due to pregnancy and someone who does it with a Skill!” she argued hotly.
”Y-yeah, that’s true, but… Sorry, this might just be a me-problem.”
Yuuri was finally grasping the reason for their disagreement. It was likely his past-life common sense lingering. Unlike this world, where Skills are a given, he still viewed the power given by Shelm as an external tool.
In this world, however, it was common sense to view the Skills as part of a person’s total ability. Therefore, what mattered was the person’s own efforts and actions, not the presence or absence of a Skill.
”Yuuri, do you hate it? I think I have a real talent for (Milk). I’m sure I could produce lots of milk from these breasts and satisfy both you and our children.”
”Ugh… Uuuuh… Well, that is…”
—It’ll interfere with my personality, so stop it. That was easy to say. But the truth was, Yuuri did want to taste Ashley’s milk. Also, the hassle in the Labyrinth and everyday life could be justified if she accepted it as just the way things are. Furthermore, if he set a new boundary and obeyed it, it wouldn’t count as depravity…
Ultimately, it came down to Yuuri’s own mindset, but he couldn’t cross that final line. As he stalled for words, Ashley’s hand shot out, grabbing the seething rod of his desire with an accuracy that defied her blindness.
”Hmph! You’re so indecisive! I know your arousal has been throbbing ever since I said I wanted to produce milk!” she declared, her playful fury peaking.
”W-wait! Ashley-san! Stop, don’t stroke my arousal!” Yuuri pleaded.
Ashley’s fingers were cool. She was only grasping it lightly, but they clung to Yuuri’s rod as if sucking on it. The exquisite pressure as she stroked, just slightly sinking in on the shaft, made his body instantly cringe with pleasure.
”Well, do you want to drink my milk, or don’t you?!” she demanded, pushing her advantage.
”Uwah! Ahh. I-I want to drink it! I want to gulp down Ashley’s milk and make her feel good!” Yuuri cried out, unable to hold back the shameful truth.
She was the tyrant from ten years ago, when she dragged him all over their hometown. But this time, the hand that refused to let go was gripping his arched rod, not his arm. Despite Yuuri pinning down the body of his servant, the roles were completely reversed. With her nimble fingers teasing his sensitive organ, he couldn’t help but blurt out his honest feelings in a miserable tone.
Seeing the victory was hers, the lady lying on the bed then gently caressed his rod with a finger.
”Nfufu, well said, my love! Now, use this little rod to give me plenty of affection, won’t you?” she purred, her eyes fixed on his face.
”—Ugh. That’s the one thing I didn’t want to say.”
Overwhelmed by her seductive charm, Yuuri leaned over his smaller childhood friend. But even as he did, he suppressed the desire to give in entirely, steeling his resolve to reject her temptation.
”Listen, Ashley. I was too embarrassed to tell you this, but…” Yuuri started.
Yuuri still hadn’t revealed the single biggest reason why he couldn’t grant her the (Milk) Skill. Truthfully, had Ashley’s thoughts not been completely consumed by lust, she probably would have guessed. But his beloved wife, happy and lewd as she was, had clearly let her concentration slip in favor of desire.
So, even though he tried to use logic to make her give up, he ended up being defeated by his own lack of willpower. Now that all options were exhausted, this was no time for embarrassment. Yuuri leaned his mouth close to Ashley’s ear, which was wide with an expectant ‘Huh?’ and whispered his explanation.
”The (Milk) Skill isn’t a Skill that lets a woman produce milk.”
”…Hah? What are you talking about? If it’s not a Skill that lets milk come out, then what on earth is it—Ah!”
The slight difference in the phrasing, the nuance of the Skill’s description, finally dawned on Ashley herself. Her face instantly flushed deep red, and her shoulders began to tremble quietly.
”Kuku! You, you mean… if I get the Skill, Yuuri will… too?!” she gasped, holding back a laugh.
”Guuuh. Y-yes! That’s why I didn’t want to say it!” Yuuri groaned in admission.
The reason Yuuri avoided making that fact known was exactly what was happening now: the atmosphere for intimacy had completely vanished, and Ashley was struggling to contain her laughter. That’s right. (Milk) is a Skill that allows milk to come out. In other words, it’s a Passive Skill—and its acquisition by a servant means its effect is shared with the master!
”Ahahahaha! Oh, no, me! Kufufu, pffft. Ahahahahahaha!” she exploded, clutching her stomach.
”Hey! That’s way too much laughing!” Yuuri scolded, exasperated.
Yuuri had been thinking lately that even a Goddess might actually possess a heart of compassion. Maybe it was just a strategy to efficiently increase the human population and boost her divine power. But it was a fact that orphans and the poor were helped by women-specific Skills like (Milk). Therefore, women who held these Skills were respected, but a man with the (Milk) Skill was unheard of.
It was a cultural common sense in this world, and Ashley’s societal norms would certainly align with it. That’s why the unexpected consequence—that her acquisition of the respected (Milk) Skill would also be inflicted upon her husband—struck her funny bone as an utterly hilarious joke.
”Heehee, kuku, fufu, fufufufu!” she squealed, tears welling up.
”Fine, I don’t care anymore. Laugh all you want. As punishment, I’m going to enjoy your body myself,” Yuuri declared, pulling his writhing, laughing wife close by her slender waist, her face still covered, but her shoulders shaking.
Yuuri ignored her perfunctory cries and kneaded the large, prominent mounds of her breasts. He stroked her body’s alluring curves and pressed his cheek against her face, which was hot and flushed scarlet, feeling the warmth of her skin. And for a while, that strange, tender embrace continued until Ashley’s laughter finally subsided.
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Summary:
In this steamy chapter, Yuuri and his beloved servant, Ashley, plunge into a heated, intimate debate. Ashley, consumed by her lustful devotion, desperately tries to persuade Yuuri to grant her the powerful (Milk) Skill, envisioning a life of perpetual lactation for his pleasure and her own intense, breast-focused desires. Yuuri, wrestling with his moral boundaries and the memory of past mistakes involving irreversible body modifications, attempts to use logic and the political constraints of their fantasy world to refuse her.
The emotional conflict escalates rapidly with seductive dialogue and physical coercion, climaxing when Yuuri is forced to reveal the hilarious, unexpected side effect of the (Milk) Skill: it’s a Passive Skill that affects him too. The realization breaks the sexual tension, ending the argument in a burst of shared, genuine laughter and a tender embrace, showcasing their unique intimacy and sexual humor.
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Character Insight:
Ashley is revealed to be incredibly sharp, using both her formidable seductive charm and logical, formal arguments to get what she wants, reflecting her nature as a former royal maid. Her final, uncontrollable laughter at Yuuri’s unexpected predicament highlights her fierce devotion to him, as the joke is ultimately at his expense, but shared intimately between them. She prioritizes satisfying her master’s desire and her own sensual needs above all else, even traditional boundaries, making her a formidable and playfully demanding wife.
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Behind the Scene:
The primary tension in the scene was the debate over the (Milk) Skill, which was resolved not through moral victory, but through a humiliating, humorous skill detail that forced Yuuri to reveal his greatest fear—the social and personal implications of a man possessing a lactation skill. This twist allowed the chapter to transition from a moment of high sexual tension and erotic conflict into a moment of playful, deeply intimate connection, reinforcing the couple’s bond through shared laughter.
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T/L:
”1 [Note: The Japanese here uses a very sweet, almost pleading tone, emphasized by the repeated ‘♡’ and formal phrasing, which is rendered as a mixture of sultry and demanding English to match her Adaptation_Dialect. The word ‘darlin” is used to retain this intimate, proprietary feeling.] ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
• 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.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Ai – The recently-formed sub-divinity/ego who manages the world’s Skills. Her sudden, intense burst of divine will (“ki”) almost bleached Yuuri’s wicked thoughts. Called Yuuri “Elder Brother” and declared genuine affection and trust based on his efficiency with her Skills.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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