Chapter 117 Mistaken Belief and the Golden Mark of Erotic Ownership
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
He set her down, but she didn’t stop moving, her body a restless, trembling thing. The air in the room was thick with steam and something hotter, a tension that had been building for too long. He pulled her up quickly, giving her just enough of a spray to wash the sweat from her skin before lifting her into the tub. She pouted, a small, stubborn protest that her usual ritual had been skipped.
His hands were all the answer she got. He found the soft curve of her abdomen, pressing down just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. The sensation of the full, hard pressure of him against her hip was enough. The look in her eyes changed instantly, the soft petulance dissolving into raw need.
”Yuuri,” she gasped, her voice already breathless, a sharp inhale in the warm air. “Oh, Yuuri! Please, please…” Her body arched upward in the water, desperate for a connection she was no longer trying to hide.
He kept his tone low, a quiet command. “You can let yourself fall onto it, don’t hold back.”
He withdrew his supporting hand, and the release was immediate. She didn’t hesitate, surging up from the water with a loud splash that sent waves rocking the surface. The sound was fierce, a punctuation mark in the heavy silence. She used her hands against his chest, a blind, fumbling motion to locate the rigid line of him, guiding the pressure between her thighs. She had nothing left for games, only the instinct to claim the relief he was offering. A small, ragged noise escaped her lips as she took him in.
”Yes… Fuuuh… nngh! Hah-heh… ooh…” The whispered vowels were lost to the sound of the churning water.
He groaned, the pressure wrapping around him feeling warmer than the bath itself. His arms immediately came around her from behind, locking her in place as her body began to sway precariously with the force of the joining.
”Yuuri! No! This… I’m gonna climax!” she shrieked, the tremor running through her entire frame.
”Go on, climax! Get that head of yours clear first,” he urged, his grip tightening.
The rhythmic, insistent grip of her muscles was nearly his undoing. It was a tempting, hypnotic squeeze that made his hips burn with the immediate need to move. But he held back, fighting the instinct, bracing his body to push the depth just a little further. To keep her from pulling away, he pressed a finger firmly against a small, sensitive knot of flesh, and the sudden, intense sensation was all it took.
”Haaah! Aah, I’m coming! It’s happening, I’m coming!” The high, violent scream broke the air, and her body convulsed violently in his hold.
The gentle, soothing spasms that traveled through him were a soft, intoxicating challenge to his self-control. He had planned to wait, but the sweet, indulgent shake of her climax was too much. The pleasure that radiated from the heat she held was more potent than any forced resistance.
”You just came already!?” she squeaked in shock.
”Aahh, I can’t stop it! Your grip is too damn good, Ashley!”
His hips drove forward, a hard, final push of relief. He reveled in the glorious release, nearly slipping beneath the surface of the water from the power of it. Meanwhile, she remained wantonly arched in his arms, her body still in the throes of pleasure, savoring the warmth he had poured into her.
”Aah, my skill is coming again! Hanyaaaaah!” she wailed, her voice already climbing toward a second peak.
As she chased the intense feeling, he leaned over her back, trying to see the place where the skin of her lower abdomen met her thighs. But her large, water-slick breasts were pressed against his face, blocking his view completely. He tried to move them, but the smooth, wet skin only slipped away, swaying in front of his eyes.
”Yuuri, you shouldn’t be so rough with my boobs!” she chided sweetly.
”Damn it. Your tits are too big, I can’t see anything!” he swore, his voice rough with frustration.
She looked at him, confused, but he stretched his arm down, a slow stroke across her lower abdomen. She was perceptive; she understood at once. Still shivering from the overwhelming feelings, she peered down at herself, and he used the momentary distraction to pull at the delicate flesh of her breast, clearing his line of sight.
”Hian! Oh, you always play with my breasts right away—Fuheh? Huh?!” she cried out in surprise.
”So you finally noticed,” he whispered. He kneaded her breasts casually as he spoke. She stared down at her body, shocked. Where the mark had been a defiant red-black, it was now glowing a pale, distinct gold.
”Yuuri! What, what shall we do? The mark that shows I belong to you has faded!” Her plea was so sincere, so utterly panicked, that he almost laughed. The feeling of absurdity welled up in his chest. To keep himself serious, he had to resort to the character he knew best.
”Don’t panic, Ashley. Pull your body back once. It’ll go back to normal then.”
”…I, I understand. Nnh, ungh! Oh, what a waste… Aah, it’s true! Haaah, thank goodness!”
She lifted her hips, the sudden release dissolving into the water. The tension left her body when she saw the mark had returned to its original color. She turned to him, her body exposed, the mark shimmering red-black beneath the surface of the water.
”Why did it fade like that?”
”I’ll explain it properly. But Ashley, you need to insert it yourself this time.”
He held his conviction in his eyes. He needed her to experience the moment the color changed again. Obediently, she straddled him, hesitant but willing, and slowly lowered her body down onto him.
”Fuuh, uuh… Ngh, haaah! I’m in!” she gasped, the pleasure thick in her voice.
”Good. Now, look closely at your mark.”
She pushed aside the mounting sensation of the push of him inside her, pulling her body back to inspect her lower abdomen.
”Aahh, it’s happening again! Could it be that when you insert your body into me, this is what happens to the mark?”
”Clever observation. It’s a sign that I’m loving your body right now.”
A slow smile broke across her face as the meaning hit her. “I was wrong! It didn’t fade—it shines bright! Then, does that mean if I wear clothes while it’s like this…” she giggled, her voice turning sultry.
”Oh, if you wear a dark color, the bright gold would be even more noticeable, making it obvious to everyone that I’m loving your body right now, wouldn’t it?”
She must have vividly imagined the scene. The golden light intensified, and a lustful twist overtook her mouth. Without waiting for him, she began to move her hips, rocking slightly back and forth, making her large breasts sway with the motion.
”I love it! This mark is wonderful, too! That’s the absolute best!” she purred.
”I’m glad you like it!”
Her anxiety was completely gone, replaced by a frantic energy. She sped up her hip movements, determined to make the mark glow even brighter. But this bath was meant to calm her.
”Hey, stop that. Be quiet until we get out of the bath. Let me at least worry about your well-being a little,” he chastised.
”But, Yuuri, when your body is inside of me—” she argued, before letting out a shriek. “Hyaaah!”
He summoned the dark, ropy lines of flesh and pressed them against her slick, jiggly buttocks. The unruly servant instantly froze, letting out a cute little scream.
”Wait, Yuuri, please? I stopped, I stopped, okay? I won’t move, so please forgive me. Nnh? Oh, that’s right, introduce me to the tentacles! They made my whole body feel amazing, so you’ll keep using them, won’t you?” she pleaded, her voice a rush to cover her misbehavior.
”…Fine. I can’t hide them anymore anyway.”
He didn’t want to explain; he wanted her to feel. He stretched out his arm and intertwined his fingers with hers, locking her in place, calming her with the simple, familiar embrace. She completely relaxed, lulled by the warm water and the pleasure already humming deep inside her.
And in that moment of complete surrender, he unleashed the waiting flesh.
”Hiii! Kyaaah!” she screamed, a sound that was half fear, half surprise.
Her internal muscles tightened around him, a reflex of shock. Simultaneously, the ropy, vein-covered things began to crawl over her smooth, white skin. They didn’t just wrap around; they pressed against every sensitive point on her body—her waist, her legs, her breasts—using the suckers and fleshy ends to forcibly draw out the pleasure.
”No! Ahh, aaanhh! This is amazing!”
Pleasure, confusion, and a comforting sense of being completely taken by her partner all mixed together. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and clinging, holding a clear, shining look of pure expectation.
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Summary:
This intimate fantasy chapter is a rush of urgent needs and sensual misunderstandings. Yuuri rushes to calm down his aroused servant Ashley by taking her into the bath, but their closeness triggers a powerful, unexpected shared climax. The high-heat moment leads to panic when Ashley sees her crotch tattoo turn a pale, shining gold, mistakenly believing the mark of servitude is fading.
Yuuri, the arrogant master, quickly corrects this misconception, revealing that the golden color is actually a sign that she is currently being used and blessed by him. Excited by this new meaning of erotic ownership, her renewed pleasure allows Yuuri to introduce his newly revealed, powerful phallic tentacles as a final form of sexual discipline and overwhelming stimulation.
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Character Insight:
Ashley’s reaction to the golden crotch tattoo shows her deepest motivation: her fear isn’t of pain or shame, but of losing her status as Yuuri’s ultimate property. Her panic quickly flips to ecstatic joy when she realizes the new, bright mark means she is currently being used and that everyone can see she’s being loved by her master. This makes her submission even more extreme, reinforcing her core identity as a devoted servant within this erotic fantasy world.
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Behind the Scene:
This scene was crucial for two reasons. First, it cemented the new meaning of the crotch tattoo color change—it’s not a weakening but a sign of active blessing and intimate use from Yuuri. Second, it was the formal, spoken introduction of Yuuri’s phallic tentacle skill to Ashley, ending the need to hide this powerful fantastical sexual element. This sets up the future of their dominant-submissive dynamic, making the tentacles a tool for both discipline and overwhelming pleasure. The quick, shared climax was unplanned by Yuuri, highlighting the deep, uncontrollable connection and the sheer strength of Ashley’s arousal.
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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