Chapter 116 The Reckless Servant’s Erotic Punishment
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The error was simple: the failure to clean up after himself was a direct result of worrying too intensely over Ashley’s condition.
The sight was strange, unlike the proud, bashful nudity she usually displayed—this was a form lying limply, completely drained of strength. The realization that he could touch this unconscious, defenseless body however he desired caused the tip of his member, still glistening with the residue of their loving, to give a sudden physical response.
As a result, he was caught entirely off guard by her sudden movement, having been too elated by the triumph of having finally subdued the great passion.
”A sound of effort! A liquid sound! A joyful exclamation! O-penis! It’s delicious!” Ashley cooed, her voice thick with immediate desire.
”Whoa! Ashley! Be careful! That’s not safe! You can’t just… suddenly… Oh!” he cried out, his voice spiking in shock.
Even with the enhanced vision granted by his unique ability, he couldn’t react. It was as if she had perfectly anticipated his loss of balance, the moment his backside hit the floor, and the way his semi-erect member would bounce. With a swift, fluid motion, she precisely latched onto him.
Naturally, merely cleaning the lingering effects of the previous act was not enough for her. She knew his member intimately, and with rapid, expert attention, she skillfully coaxed his soft form to swell again.
”Heh, a sound of pleasure! Yuuri, you’re still so full of energy! A sound of consuming! A sound of deep inhaling! You are our Master!” she sighed, already breathless.
”Hmph, a groan of effort, confound it. You’ve become too skilled at this…!” he grumbled, a blend of pride and annoyance in his tone.
Despite having been utterly exhausted only moments before, the circulation to his member would not cease. It swelled visibly, moment by moment, regaining a hardness that seemed to contradict the intense lovemaking it had just endured.
—It had been only a little over a month, by his internal count, since their private space was unlocked.
Between her inherent talent and her tireless practice, Ashley’s mastery of pleasing techniques was astonishing. Yet, when he recalled the respectable young woman she used to be—the girl he had admired—he couldn’t help but inwardly lament her change.
Ignoring her Master’s internal debate, Ashley simply gripped him and leaned in, her breathing ragged.
”Now you can hold me again, can’t you? You wouldn’t possibly suggest that this is the end, would you?!” she demanded.
”Wait. I was planning to, but I can’t be too rough with you right now—A sharp intake of breath! Oh!” His attempts to stop her were interrupted by a delightful, sudden wave of sensation that traveled up his spine.
He tore his gaze from her intense emerald eyes looking up at him and looked down at his childhood friend’s hands. Her slender fingers were gently manipulating his sensitive area, as if checking for any remaining capacity.
”A sound of effort, oh. Ashley! That feels wonderful, but listen to me! I put too much strain on you just now, so… Wha—stop!” he gasped.
”You always try to keep your pleasure just out of reach like that! I finally have Yuuri all to myself, so a brief pause is perfectly fine while you’re still within me—” she whispered, almost purring.
Was the deep, instinctive desire truly inextinguishable?
She had succumbed to the ultimate pleasure caused by the combination of their intimacy and the effect of her special marking, yet the moment she sensed the result of their lovemaking, she was instantly back. He was astounded, wondering if a dedicated being’s body and immense focus could truly achieve such a feat. But even Ashley couldn’t possess an infinite supply of energy.
Proof of this was the heavy perspiration on her body, which usually only released fluids of pleasure, during their last encounter. Furthermore, even after this sudden revival, she was clearly panting, showing visible exhaustion.
While her own abilities would likely prevent her from immediate collapse, the thought of simply continuing without thought didn’t feel right.
Yet, she was so consumed by the desire for intimacy that she completely disregarded her own fatigue. She was proposing a ‘pause’ after a deep connection to prolong the pleasure, but he wasn’t naive enough to believe that. He only saw a future where she would continue the movement until she reached a peak, and repeating that cycle would utterly wear them both out.
”—So, you were satisfied, but not fully disciplined, is that it?” he murmured to himself.
”Huh? Did you say something? Are you planning something? …But everything you do to me brings me pleasure, Yuuri! After savoring this special feeling, nothing else you do could possibly make me hold back—” she declared confidently.
Ignoring her refreshingly open challenge mid-sentence, he simply waited, having already prepared for this very possibility.
Ashley likely believed that even if she were surprised by another unexpected form, she had already endured the worst of it while blindfolded. She was probably confident that even if she cried out in loud declarations of pleasure and writhed without shame, she would never allow her Master to disengage.
But such a lack of caution was an unforgivable error for someone who made a living guiding people through difficult paths. The instant the triumphant Ashley lifted her hips to deepen their connection without his explicit permission, he directed the pre-formed attachment from behind the unruly being and into her private area.
”—A sound of shock and effort! A gasp! Th-This! THIS is what I need!” she shrieked, a sound of pure surprise and ecstasy.
A deep, wet entry sound, the attachment penetrated her, still lubricated from their recent closeness, giving her no time to resist, and forcefully impacted her eagerly anticipating center. The force made her chest, hanging loose due to gravity, move dramatically. In that moment of daze, Ashley finally grasped the true nature of the discipline she had just dismissed.
”The source of my pleasure, my source of pleasure! This is Yuuri’s source of pleasure! Why, how?! It’s right here! My pleasure is right here!” she screamed, her voice cracking.
”Haha, you underestimated my abilities. It’s not as if my power gives me a fixed form, unlike a normal skill. So, you see, I can make it any shape I want—the shape that will feel best to you,” he taunted, a grin spreading across his face.
Ashley was a quick-witted girl. But she was only good at making the most effective moves with the immediate situation; she was a little lacking in the foresight to consider that her opponent might be holding an unknown capability. That’s why she sometimes seemed reckless, and lately, she was prone to running wild. While he didn’t worry when they were navigating challenges because she usually showed restraint, this behavior was a disruptive element in their shared life.
As the Master of their space, this was a situation he had to prevent, and he needed to give this naughty girl a slightly more impactful lesson.
”Ohh, oh, a sound of pleasure!~ It’s the same! It’s the same shape as Yuuri’s source of pleasure! My inner being is surrendering instantly!” she gushed, utterly overwhelmed.
”Yes, I figured it would. And besides, unlike when I use my actual body, an attachment can move within you with so much more freedom,” he remarked calmly.
He held the now weak-kneed Ashley but didn’t support her firmly, letting her slide down. The primary companion, shamefully focused on the attachment within her private area, simply pressed his member into the space between her breasts, where it was supposed to be receiving her attention, and moaned loudly in pleasure.
”A breathy laugh!~ Amazing, this is amazing!~ To reach such a high point of sensation from this! It’s moving more intensely than Yuuri’s pleasure source! A long, exhaled sound!” she cried out ecstatically.
Though he had planned for this, hearing her sharp cries of pleasure and her words seemingly minimizing her Master’s natural form in comparison to the extension made him feel a touch of conflicting excitement.
Of course the extension had more flexibility than a human body—that was obvious. Ashley was likely just reacting honestly to the pleasure her Master was bestowing. But as her partner, being told those words gave him a strange, almost voyeuristic thrill, as if an external force was stealing his wife’s attention.
In response, his own body swelled, lifting her breasts. The ‘unfaithful wife’ quickly noticed this, shifted her body, and trapped his growing form deep in her cleavage.
”Aah! This pleasure source is good too! A sound of consuming! A liquid sound! Ahh! It’s incredible! It feels like Yuuri is overwhelming me with pleasure from both front and back!” she breathed, the chaos making her greedy.
For a moment, he indulged in the soft pressure on his form while her sweet cries of pleasure tickled his ears. But he didn’t let himself drown in the enjoyment. Instead, with a focused mind, he mercilessly kept the eager girl captivated.
The reason, of course, was that this was not a shared, loving embrace. The truth was, this was a form of correction for the sheltered young lady who still hadn’t grasped her own recklessness.
Therefore, where they would normally grow together and reach their peak at the same time, the one-sided engagement began to make Ashley feel a creeping doubt.
”No, no! The extension is too intense! A sharp breath! Wait! I can’t fully attend to Yuuri’s pleasure source! I’m going to reach my peak first! You won’t show me leniency!” she pleaded.
”Good. Keep moving your hips to the rhythm of the attachment. Show me a sight of complete surrender,” he commanded.
Ashley no longer had the capacity to attend to his member with her breasts. She pressed her face against his strong, upright form, only able to look up at him with pleading eyes. Ignoring her pleas and the kisses she pressed onto him for mercy, he gently manipulated her neglected breasts and intensified the internal movement of the extension.
”A sharp intake of breath! A sound of sudden surprise! Ahh!~ No! This extended pleasure source! No matter how hard I contract, it’s not the same as Yuuri’s! I dislike it! I dislike an extension that won’t let me fully feel! I want Yuuri’s pleasure source! Being forced to feel good one-sidedly is like—”
While trying to articulate why she was being subjected to this now, Ashley gasped. She seemed to realize that her very complaint was exactly what her Master had been aiming for.
But he completely disregarded her flustered attempts to stop him, smiling at her drawn, pale, beautiful face with bared teeth.
”Oh, wait! Yuuri, I’m sorry! I’ll make your pleasure source feel good right now—A sudden cry of distress and pleasure!” she shrieked.
It was too late for discussion. The attachment pulsed deep within her. He was recreating the powerful movements that had previously satisfied her and driven the main companion to unconsciousness. But now, without the aid of her special marking or the counter-force from her own self-destructing excitement, Ashley had no way to escape.
”A long breath!~ A sound of pleasure!~ A sound of intense enjoyment! No! Th-This! This feels so incredibly good!~” she moaned, already giving up the struggle.
Having abandoned the pretense of a loving encounter, Ashley accepted her Master’s correction and ceased resisting the attachment’s torment. She matched the intense motion against her inner walls, transforming into a being solely focused on pleasure. As the movement rapidly accelerated, the look of melting surrender on her face showed that she was being driven, without any doubt, toward the peak she so desperately craved.
”Yuuri, you’re amazing! I can’t bear this! It’s too easy to reach the end—”
But hadn’t her pleasure-addled mind forgotten something crucial? If she had remembered even a fraction of that reality, she would have cried and begged for mercy the moment the attachment was inserted.
And just as Ashley’s body arched, utterly consumed by ecstasy, he reached down, cupping her heavy breasts and mercilessly stimulating her taut peaks.
For a brief moment, the marking on her chest flashed a dark red, a clear sign of her internal turmoil.
But the scream of climax was never uttered. Ashley’s strength failed, and her body collapsed limply into his supporting hand.
”O-oh! A sound of effort! I-I can’t! Extended pleasure source, you can’t let me finish!” she wilted.
”Of course not. If a mere imitation of the shape was enough to satisfy, it would be a discredit to the power of my ability,” he stated.
In the first place, these extensions were not included in the basic capabilities of their shared space. Therefore, no matter how much they mimicked a natural entity, they were still constrained by the ability’s limitations. Perhaps with further mastery and synchronization, it might be possible. But he had already tested this, confirming that an externally induced peak was currently unattainable.
”A gasp of distress! Aah! Yuuri, no! I can’t stand this! Give me the real source of pleasure!” Ashley begged.
”Huh? Didn’t you just say that the extension was better and more intense than my own?” he challenged.
A companion was only truly fulfilled when making love to their Master. Faced with this stark reality, Ashley timidly made her request. But giving in now would make her think that rewards were unconditional.
Therefore, even when she humbled herself and pressed her breasts into his palm, he couldn’t easily agree. He twisted her praise of the external form into an implied criticism against his own, and with the extended pleasure source still deeply connected, Ashley took a step back and pressed her head against the bedding.
”T-that’s a falsehood! Yuuri’s pleasure source is the very best! A sound of desperate pleading, forgive me, please! I won’t let my impulses cause you trouble again!” she wailed, her little pale back trembling.
Her white back was shaking. Similarly, her inner being around the attachment was twitching violently, showing the agony of a restrained climax. The overconfident primary companion who had defied her Master moments ago was gone.
But if he crushed Ashley’s spirit and forced her into silent obedience, he would lose the girl he had fallen for in his past life. He would not do that. He approached Ashley, who was now performing a fully nude gesture of deep apology, called her name, and lifted her face. He pulled the attachment out of her with a sudden whooshing sound and hugged her trembling body.
”A sound of effort and surprise! O-a gasp! A sudden, high-pitched cry, Y-Yuuri!” she gasped.
”…Don’t misunderstand this, though. I love the spirited Ashley, too. …But look, if you go overboard next time, this is what awaits you. I want you to think about whether what you’re about to do is worth the correction before you do it.” He explained, softening his voice.
He didn’t want a wife who walked three steps behind him and never spoke without permission. However, using another’s secrets against him and trying to continue their closeness when she was clearly exhausted was going too far. Before, he lacked the means to physically stop Ashley, but now, that was not the case.
He showed the trembling childhood friend the very thing that had tormented her: the attachment that could drive in a wedge of pleasure that would never allow for climax, anytime, anywhere.
Ashley’s body stiffened in his arms for a second, but she didn’t attempt to engage with the moisture-covered extension. She looked back up at him and timidly nodded.
”Good. Let’s start with a bath. There should still be hot water I drew earlier, so let’s relax in there together.” he suggested.
”Y-yes. Oh, but I don’t need the ability to cleanse—” she started to say, then let out a cute hiccup-sneeze.
She may not have noticed, but because their session of wiping away perspiration had escalated into passion, her huggable body felt quite cold. He smiled, a look of ‘I told you so’ on his face, and without waiting for an answer, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the washroom.
During all this, Ashley simply wore a troubled smile and offered no resistance whatsoever.
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Summary:
The highly erotic Master and Servant dynamic reaches a fever pitch when Ashley, the overly lustful servant, recklessly tries to force more intimate time with her Master, Yuuri, despite her visible exhaustion after a fierce lovemaking session. Yuuri, driven by a blend of responsibility and dominant urge, decides to teach her a lesson by using his versatile tentacle Shelm.
This punishment becomes a brutal, one-sided pleasure assault—a duel of sexual endurance—where Ashley is driven to the brink of an orgasm she can never reach, showcasing the terrifying, yet ultimately caring, side of Yuuri’s dominance. The chapter ends with Yuuri re-establishing his authority and lovingly tending to her physical needs, moving the story from high-stakes erotic conflict to a gentler, domestic scene.
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Character Insight:
Ashley is revealed to be more of a reckless hedonist than a fully trained servant, possessing an immense capacity for sexual endurance but a surprising lack of self-preservation and foresight. Her competitive nature drives her to challenge her Master for attention, which is a major source of story conflict. Yuuri’s choice of using the tentacle as a disciplining tool proves that he understands her deeply; she must be utterly broken of her will through unreachable climax before she’ll submit, but his underlying concern for her health solidifies his role as a responsible yet dominant Master.
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Behind the Scene:
This scene establishes a new dominant-submissive power dynamic within the Harem structure. Yuuri’s tentacle Shelm is no longer just a weapon or a tool for mutual pleasure; it’s the ultimate method of control within the bedroom, able to stop a physically stronger Servant like Ashley in her tracks. This confirms a critical plot point for future erotic conflicts, showing that despite their closeness, Yuuri retains the final authority and a new way to enforce his will and the Workshop’s rules for the sake of his partners’ safety.
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T/L:
1 [That fact] refers to the fact that the tentacle, though an extension of Yuuri’s power, is not a ‘penis’ and cannot grant the final, relationship-affirming orgasm required by the Subordination Skill/Servant status. This inability to ‘finish’ her pleasure is the actual core of the punishment, the ultimate tease. ↩
2 [Dogeza] is the act of kneeling directly on the ground and bowing until one’s head touches the floor. It is the highest form of apology and submission in Japanese culture, here performed nude to emphasize the depth of Ashley’s defeat and surrender to her Master. ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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