Chapter 120 The Breaking Point Master Ashley’s Intense Dual Pleasure Session in the Bath
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The shaking, which was their normal rhythm, passed through the mouths close in their kiss. It seemed Ashley wanted to feel the heat moving inside her even more keenly, because she kept pressing her body close and pleading for another kiss like a spoiled child. At first, she’d have to break the kiss to gasp. But now she just kept their lips sealed. She let out only soft, quiet cries. Her green eyes were wide and focused. Her brows pinched in sweet feeling. This showed the strong resolve she’d reached.
”F-fuhh! 1 Yuuri, darling! You c-can move faster now, if you want! I was surprised at first. But now, the feeling of that little tight place being nudged and pleasured… it’s all just amazing now. Nothing but pure good feeling!” she gasped.
”Is that so? Then… let’s move on to the next stage, shall we?” Yuuri replied. His voice was low and commanding.
Ashley had the firm belief that, as his most beloved wife, they shared a deep connection. Yet, she also possessed the fierce pride of the Head Servant. She was convinced she could endure any torment. That’s why she’d thrown herself headfirst into the unknown act of deep pushing she’d only overheard whispers of. Now that she’d experienced it, she foolishly believed it was just an easy source of pleasure. It was an addition to her body that wasn’t as terrible as she’d braced herself for. She mistakenly thought that even if the act intensified, it would just be a slight addition to their normal loving. It was like holding her breasts or their kisses.
But Yuuri knew better, especially after his encounters with Suzuri. Since Ashley had fueled this one-sided rivalry against his younger sister-in-law, it would be cruel not to properly discipline her. He did not want her to embarrass herself when Suzuri joined them.
This is the only time left to reveal the truth. Quick to act, he released the arms that had been holding her close to prevent her escape. He placed his hands on her shoulders instead to make her sit up. Ashley, thinking this was preparation for his new, rougher movements, reached for the grab bar on the tub. She straightened her posture as she gazed at him, ready for her master’s rhythm. Yuuri had no intention of moving just yet.
”Y-Yuuri… fuuh, aahh! Why… my breasts?!” she cried. It was a mix of confusion and pleasure.
Ignoring Ashley, who was poised and waiting for her master’s pushes, Yuuri cupped the breasts exposed before him. Using the brief distraction, he secretly summoned the main event to the water beneath his pampered servant. Down in the bathwater, the tentacles still moved fast. Some were already wrapped around Ashley’s slender legs. They formed a light, token restraint. Yuuri let one of the main, thick tendrils hide amongst the others. It pressed its tip against her shining lower body mark.
”H-hanyah! What is that? I can’t see! My chest is in the way!” she squealed.
”In the way of what? I’m enjoying your chest right here,” he declared. He put more pressure on her soft mounds. He stopped Ashley, who was trying to peek past her cleavage with her strong demand. Still, the faint touch on her lower abdomen made her realize the tentacle’s shape was clearly different from the ones she’d grown used to. To try and see the source of the feeling, she twisted, desperate to create even a tiny gap. But Yuuri held her ample flesh firmly. He squeezed her breasts together to stubbornly hide the new shape. At the same time, he wrapped another tentacle around her neck. He applied just a little pressure. The bold servant finally quieted. She was successfully held in suspended anticipation.
”Ahh, aahh! It’s pointy… and something about it is so rough! Aahh, is that what’s going into my tight place? Hii!”
He slowly slid the main tentacle across her smooth belly. He directed it toward her cleavage. Ashley was forced to imagine the unseen horror based only on the feel of her skin. She was blocked by her own disgracefully large breasts. To make its function clear, he had it rub back and forth on her center chest. A small shriek escaped her. She was imagining that same thing tearing up her already-sensitive tight place. After letting her fully realize the lapse in judgment that had made her satisfied with mere ‘development’ tentacles, he finally slipped the tip of the wedge tentacle into the space between her breasts. Wrapped in soft flesh, the shape became clearer. Ashley’s face tightened in terror at its cruel nature. She sent a pleading gaze his way.
”E-e-eh? You’re joking, right? It’s rubbing against my chest right now… If you put something like that inside my tight place… hyaah!”
Ignoring her terrified scream, he moved the tentacle quickly. He pushed the breast flesh aside. He enjoyed her confusion as her eyes flickered between her own cleavage and him. He slowly pressed her full breasts to prolong her torment. Finally, with a flourish, he let the tip snake out. Ashley’s eyes went wide as saucers. They were glued to the awful shape.
”H-haaah! N-no way… Is that what it is? Won’t I stop being able to go to the toilet?!” she cried loudly.
Truthfully, he felt like nodding in agreement to her fear. It was thicker than the others. It was designed only for deep moving. Worse, it had countless rough parts running backward like barbs. They were designed to tear at the inside wall. And its tip was sharpened like a wedge. This allowed it to force its way into even the tightest place.
To be honest, unless his thoughts were completely dominated by the skill, he probably wouldn’t have used this even on the unfaithful Suzuri. But fate was stacked against Ashley. It had already been proven that his servant’s body could still crave pleasure. This was true even from a shape as terrifying as this. And since his sister-in-law boasted of its goodness, he couldn’t let the Head Servant’s pride be diminished by her master. Therefore, he had no choice but to be arrogant with a wavering Ashley. He needed to egg on her fear by pretending to be disappointed.
”Hmph. I won’t force you. Not if you’re satisfied with the one you’ve already got inside you. And that talk of wanting to be cherished by both me and Suzuri? You can take that back, too, if you want.”
”Eh? Ah, no! I-I want this! I want this one!” she pleaded desperately.
That was a clear hint that Suzuri was already enjoying this. For Ashley, who had to resort to extortion just to get information from Suzuri, accepting only the ‘lesser’ tentacle during a three-way encounter would be a massive hit to her pride as Head Servant. Yuuri knew this. He intentionally let go of her breasts. He moved the tentacle away from her chest as if taking it back. Ashley, the one who prided herself on receiving the deepest affection, couldn’t stand for it.
Instantly, she let go of the grab bar. Tensing the wetness that was still impaled and the legs already entangled by the tentacle, she lunged. She embraced the wedge tentacle. Yuuri, without betraying the satisfaction he felt from the unconscious tight hold of her wetness, maintained his arrogant manner. He pressed the countless rough parts adorning the wedge tentacle against the lips that had just spun out her desire.
”What’s wrong? Just staring at it? This is the tentacle that’s about to cherish your tight place. Show your gratitude by servicing it first.”
”Y-yes, Master! I’m sorry… Churrop, lick… Aahh, the bumps are so hard!”
This command was partly about forcing Ashley to remember her place as a servant. But more importantly, it was to give her time to prepare. He did this by letting her feel exactly what this tormenting tentacle was like. Whether she understood his intent or not, Ashley began to service it. She took the small rough parts into her mouth. She trailed her tongue along its base. All the while, the breasts resting directly in front of the tentacle swayed with every tiny movement. This caused Yuuri to instinctively reach out and cup the overflowing flesh.
”Nngh! My nipples, push them in! Humm, chuuu! The tentacle, it’s rubbing… feels so good, Master! And these bumps! And the pointy tip too! It’s firm enough to make a girl feel great just by touching her!”
”Hmph, just spoiled before you even tasted it, weren’t you? You instantly love it, you lewd wife.” Yuuri sneered. “Come on. I’m going to break the one who held her tight place so tightly. Just as you wished, I’ll remake you so you crave my tentacle and my body part every time you try to use the toilet.”
Shaking at his strong statement, Ashley kissed the wedge tentacle one last time. She timidly let it go.
”Haah! Aahh! Please… Please, Master!”
Having made her choice, Ashley was now trembling slightly. She waited only for him to act. Pleased by her fervor, Yuuri slowly withdrew the beaded tentacle that had been warming her tight place. He let the wedge tentacle slither across her lower back and bottom. This announced the moment had come. But then, a darker desire welled up in him. He wanted to hear a desperate plea. He did not want to just let her feel good easily.
He pressed the wedge tip against the tight place that was desperately closed to keep the bathwater out. He stopped there. He held perfectly still. From frustration, Ashley’s hips began to rock faintly back and forth. Yuuri used additional tentacles to restrain her hips and thighs. He stopped the movement. Realizing his intent, Ashley grew agitated. She begged to be relieved of the sexual tension.
”Nnngh! No! Yuuri, why?! Make me feel good!”
”Hahaha. That’s not nearly enough sincerity when asking your Master for a favor, is it, Ashley? Come on, I haven’t disciplined you into a servant who can’t beg, have I?” This was simply the master’s whim. It was an unreasonable demand sprung on her at a moment’s notice. This caused Ashley to fall silent for a moment. But she was the Princess’s former maid, and a resourceful one at that. Her expression didn’t change. But a blush slowly spread across her cheeks as she quickly spoke the words her master wanted to hear.
”Haaah! Aahh! M-my tight place! Thank you for remaking my tight place into one worthy of a servant! To be afraid of such a magnificent tentacle… I am a total failure as your servant! So, so please… Hole me out, Master! Use your wonderful tentacle to drill out my little passage and re-discipline me as your Master’s servant!”
It was, as always, a voice that was music to his ears. It echoed off the bathroom walls. It teased his senses. Every word she spoke made his body part twitch and spasm. He was moved by his childhood friend’s earnestness. She responded even after being so utterly disgraced. But doing this slowly in the water felt like a terrible waste.
So, he used the tentacles crawling along the bottom of the tub to lift both of their bodies. He fixed them just above the water’s surface. He shifted from a face-to-face sit to a position close to a riding position. Ashley was positioned so that only her lower legs touched the water. This meant her entire body weight pressed down onto his body part. He used the tentacles to wrap her full breasts and keep her from falling over from the heat. Then, as she stared at him in surprise, he plunged the wedge tentacle deep into her tight place.
”F-fweh! Ha-hii! Hanyah, fuwaaaahhh!!”
Ashley stiffened and trembled at the sudden pressure. But the moment he began to twist the wedge tentacle, her body arched. She let out a sharp cry. She gripped her wetness hard.
”Fuoh, ooh! Nnnghh!”
”Kuh! What an amazing hold! My body part is melting. She’s tightening up even more now that I’ve put something in her tight place!” Yuuri groaned.
The high-pitched scream lasted only a moment. Her surprise quickly melted away. The moment he began to actively work the wedge tentacle, her screams changed into deeper, more feeling cries of pleasure. Her expression became unfocused. Her gaze wandering wildly. This matched her shameful cries. Yuuri wanted to see even more of the wild display. It was so unlike her usual graceful manner. He began to push his hips while using the tentacle to churn her inside wall.
”Haheh! Yuu-ri, this is too much! My tight place is going to break! I’ll really become a girl who craves a body part every time she tries to go to the toilet!”
”Be my guest! I welcome any woman who craves my body part. Especially you, Ashley! If you become a body part maniac, I’ll take care of you for life. So, show me how you feel great on my body part and my tentacle right now!” Her breasts, pressed firmly by the tentacles, bounced wildly as Ashley’s upper body trembled from the pleasure of being drilled in two holes by his body part and tentacle. Seeing his tough childhood friend now utterly at the mercy of pleasure made him think that using deep action was not a mistake after all.
Perhaps angered by her master’s smug confidence, Ashley attempted a counter-attack. She squeezed her wetness. But squeezing her wetness meant straining her entire lower body. The instant Yuuri felt the beginning of that strain, he immediately sent the wedge tentacle on a rampage. The wetness squeeze instantly changed from a challenge into a desperate, pleading grope around his body part.
”F-fhii! Yuuri, that’s cheating! You can’t interfere in a fight between me and your body part!” she whined.
”Hey, I told you to stop with the rivalry. Didn’t we just finish a round where you passed out from tiredness? If you still want to fight after that, what’s wrong with me cherishing your tight place right along with it, as you wished?” Basically, there was a difference in endurance. A man whose body structure hadn’t changed much since gaining his skill was different from a woman who had been remade into a servant with incredible sexual stamina. The original design of the Familial Workshop seemed to be about forcing a reluctant woman into submission. The man could just satisfy himself and quit. But unfortunately for him, two people who loved each other became master and servant. Fully satisfying a woman remade to accept his endless lust required an abnormal amount of will and strength. If the tight place could be stimulated by a tentacle, allowing him to control their mutual great feelings and satisfaction level, then it was finally a win-win. If Ashley still needed to take the lead, she might rebel against her master or commit outrages against Suzuri. So, Yuuri gripped her tentacle-entangled hips and began to push furiously. Ashley immediately gave up. She let her wetness hold him in a comfortable, compliant grip.
”Haheh! It’s impossible! My body part—I can’t win! Even if I try to squeeze my wetness, the tentacle is grinding my tight place and f-forcing me to apologize to the body part!”
”Hahaha. You’re adorable, Ashley. You’re finally realizing you’re just a body part opening, aren’t you?”
There was no longer any need to push each other to the limit. Yuuri could let go until his legs gave out without frying his brain with pleasure. If that wasn’t enough for Ashley, the pleasure from her tight place would compensate. As Yuuri used the dual deep action to make Ashley understand, her desperate hip movements gradually softened. They matched the gentle rhythm of his body part.
”Fuuoh! Ough! H-how was that? Yuuri, are you enjoying it? Nngh! Onn! Harder on my tight place!” she cried, urging him on.
”Here? Haha, you feel good everywhere, don’t you? Come on, if you want more, move your hips harder. I’ll make the tentacle rougher right away.” Ashley’s challenging hip movements of the past few days felt like a complete lie. It was extra effort to control another tentacle besides his body part. But it was only slightly more trouble than controlling the tentacles on other women’s bodies. He would push at a pace he liked with his body part. When Ashley complained it wasn’t enough, he’d dig into her tight place with the tentacle. When she’d tighten her wetness in compliance, he’d push deeper. When Ashley was on the verge of feeling too much, he’d ease up on the tentacle.
As this strange two-hole session continued, keeping the balance, his own full body part could no longer contain the growing urge to let go.
”Haahh! Aaahh! Yuuri, your body part is twitching! You’re close to letting go, aren’t you?”
”Aahh! Your wetness feels too good, Ashley! I’m going to tear up your tight place with the tentacle at the same time I let go! You’re coming with me!”
Ashley must have known her great feeling was near, too, as her wetness twitched. Yuuri quickened the pace of his body part while increasing the intensity of the wedge tentacle. He felt her tight place tighten as he made her feel great at the same time as him. He pushed faster. He brought himself to the brink of feeling great. And then, without holding back, he mercilessly scraped the wedge tentacle against her inside wall.
”Hoheh! I’m coming, I’m coming! My body part, the tentacle! Both feel too good, I’m coming!”
”Waaah! The tight hold is insane!”
The tentacle’s movements passed through the thin barrier right to his body part. This feeling sparked a selfish feeling of conquest. He’d truly mastered Ashley’s tight place. This pushed his feeling toward letting go even further.
”No! I’m coming! I’m coming now! By Yuuri’s body part, loved by Yuuri’s tentacle! I’m coming, I’m coming! I’m coming, coming!!”
”Waaah! No! My body part, it’s pulling out! Fuah, aahhh!”
DOBYUU! BYUUU! DOGU! BYUUUUUU!! A sense of liberation, like his soul escaping, shot through his body part. White substance erupted from his tip, which was pressed against her cervix. It instantly filled her inside space. But Ashley’s wetness didn’t let up its tight hold. It still grasped his body part as if to squeeze out every last drop. Shaking with her own great feeling, she squirmed and moved quickly. Was she struggling to escape the overwhelming pleasure, or was she grinding against his body part for more? Either way, the crushing pressure of her vice-like hold was too intense for his letting go body part. He tried to regain control using the tight place tentacle. But it too was held still. Every single barb was buried deep inside the fiercely clenched inside wall, just like the wetness. He’d been relieved that he’d finally tamed the beast of lust. But at the stage of great feeling where her body lost all control, the tool itself became useless.
”Haheh, I’m coming! My tight place is coming! Now my wetness is coming, again! Yuuri, Yuuri! Help me, I’m coming! My wetness and my tight place are taking turns, and I can’t stop! Haah! No! The skill is kicking in too! By Yuuri’s mercy, I’m still… I’m still—HANYAAAAHHH!”
”Woah, my body part again! It’s going to be ripped out! Kuoh, aah! I can’t take it! Hooooh!” His letting go body part was completely controlled, and sparks flew in his vision. The tightening of her wetness was repeated. His released white substance flowed into her hungry womb. Neither of them had the luxury to enjoy the moment. Their bodies were stiff and consuming each other. They could only endure. They let out thin, miserable cries until the flood of great pleasure subsided. As the final drop was squeezed out, Yuuri gasped. His long letting go came to an end. The softness of her now-loosened wetness, mixed with his own weariness and fulfillment, made him want to drift off to sleep.
But he couldn’t rest just yet. He forced his heavy eyelids open with an iron will. He looked down at Ashley, who was still on his body part. There was his wife, wrapped in tentacles, trembling from the lingering aftershocks of her intense great feeling. She was likely too spent from the dual pleasure to support her now-soft body. She was slumped forward. She was the image of a discarded puppet. Numerous tentacles extended from her. Lost in the sight of the beautiful woman so helplessly bound by living ropes, his body part shamelessly began to harden inside her wetness again. Ashley noticed her master’s returning desire within her. Her shoulder twitched. She slowly lifted her head. Her green eyes were wide. Her weary face showed a faint hint of fear. Yet, the lips that were slightly parted from tiredness curved into a subtle smile. This was a detail he couldn’t miss.
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Summary:
In this intense, highly-charged erotic fantasy chapter, Master Yuuri pushes his devoted wife and Head Servant, Ashley, to her absolute sexual limits during a private bath session. Despite her fear, Ashley’s servant pride and deep desire to please her dominant master compel her to accept the horrific-looking ‘wedge tentacle’ into her asshole for the first time.
The scene climaxes in a frenzied dual penetration—Yuuri’s c*k in her v**na and the brutal tentacle in her anal cavity—shattering her composure and leading to a chaotic, overwhelming shared orgasm. The chapter ends with Ashley completely spent but her smile hinting at an even deeper, lewd submission to her master’s will.
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Character Insight:
Ashley is revealed to be deeply competitive with Suzuri, her younger rival. Her willingness to endure the terrifying wedge tentacle wasn’t just about pleasure; it was a desperate, primal drive to maintain her rank as the Head Servant and prove her worthiness to her master. Her total breakdown and subsequent quick recovery show her incredible sexual stamina and her core, unwavering loyalty to Yuuri, regardless of the sexual humiliation or pain involved. She is truly a slave to her desire and pride.
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Behind the Scene:
This chapter sets up the future three-way encounter by completely breaking in Ashley to the new, more extreme form of anal play. Yuuri’s act of domination is driven by a mix of possessive love, a calculated move for sexual control, and an awareness that his own endurance is starting to be tested by his reforged wife. The tentacle skill is shown to be a tool for both pleasure and absolute dominance over his servant’s body.
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T/L:
1 [Note: Hanyah/Hii are common Japanese onomatopoeia for high-pitched, surprised or painful cries of pleasure; translated as a mix of gasps and squeals to preserve the emotional intensity.] ↩
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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