Chapter 122 The Chief Servant’s Reckless Desire in the Flesh-Walled Dimension
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The man was awakened by a gentle kiss on the cheek.
He had intended to remain awake and watch over Ashley, who had finally drifted into an utterly exhausted sleep, until she woke. However, he had carelessly allowed himself to be pulled into slumber by the peaceful sight of her face next to him. It seemed he, too, had lost consciousness.
Though he was shamefully still unclothed from the bath, someone—likely utilizing a skill—had dressed him in a bathrobe. The room’s air conditioning maintained a perfect temperature, preventing a chill, and yet, a blanket was meticulously tucked from his chest down.
And the person who had so dutifully ensured her Master’s comfort? She was nestled right under the blanket, her arm serving as a pillow, gazing up at his sleeping face.
”Good morning, Yuuri. I apologize for causing you trouble, but please, take care of yourself. Even with the Divine Protection making you strong, that kind of action is certainly going to take a toll on your body.”
”S-sorry… I thought I’d rested well enough back at Shelm’s place.”
It was true that he had been engaged in constant battles with his women, but ever since he was forced to sleep in Shelm’s domain, all his previous exhaustion had vanished. He had assumed his stamina would hold up, even after returning for *that* act. But she was the Chief Servant, after all. The moment he let his guard down, he had been worn out enough to finally pass out.
Ashley, on the other hand, whom he had relentlessly assaulted with every tentacle at his disposal, had woken up faster than her Master after just one nap. *What’s the reason for this difference, even though I shouldn’t be losing to her in terms of protection anymore?* he wondered, yet he couldn’t help but worry about her.
”So, are you alright, Ashley? You know, I was a little rough.”
”Yes, I am. I’m your servant, after all ♡. When I receive Yuuri’s essence¹, it feels like my exhaustion clears up faster. It’s odd, isn’t it?”
Her tone shifted instantly from proper to seductively sultry.
Ashley stated it almost as a joke, but if a servant’s role was to satisfy her Master, this was quite possible. Magic was involved in gaining skills, so perhaps the surplus magic was being used for stamina recovery.
He didn’t know the truth, but her face—peering at him with her arm as a pillow—had great color, as if the wild mess from earlier was a lie. He was relieved that she was, at least, mobile enough to take care of her Master. Just as his mind settled, Ashley, who had been relaxing, suddenly pressed her soft body against him, blushed, and looked up with a provocative gaze.
”Um… ♡ Does this mean our little rendezvous is over? ♡”
”*Pfft*, *cough*, *hack*! N-not yet… no, n-never mind!”
He had to commend himself for not staring back dumbfounded at her outlandish remark.
*”Aren’t you satisfied after all that?”*—that would have been an unforgivable blunder. As her Master, he knew he must answer her requests whenever the time and place allowed, or she might doubt his ability. He checked the clock on the bedside table; only a little more than half of the allotted time had passed.
He was astonished at the mental and physical energy required to spend an entire day *coupling*, and he felt a sense of relief that he had been right to usually curb such decadence.
However, since he had decided to dedicate today to Ashley, he braced himself. That’s when he realized the source of the odd feeling he’d been sensing.
”Come to think of it, waking up to you snuggling is pretty rare, isn’t it? Lately, you’re either thrusting, sucking, or you’ve gotten up and left the bedroom (this place).”
”Oh, Yuuri, you naughty boy ♡. Have you forgotten what we were just doing? ♡ You’re the one who trained me to wait², didn’t you? ♡”
He had only intended to confess how comfortable the rare situation felt.
But thinking about it, he understood that it would be difficult for Ashley, a servant, to just lie there and wait until her Master woke up. If she *was* allowed to, it would be natural for a servant to run off to seek pleasure. Consequently, he’d missed out on the male fantasy of waking up next to his darling wife countless times.
As he regretted this, he suddenly became aware of the scantily clad woman pressing against him, and his arousal instantly reacted.
Of course, Ashley, being the servant she was, didn’t miss it. She instantly sniffed out her husband’s arousal, leaning forward and pressing her form against him until it strained the fabric, begging for further favor.
”Hehe, it seems Yuuri doesn’t want to end this yet either ♡. Now, how shall I entertain you next? ♡”
”O-oh…”
The exhaustion from earlier was gone. Ashley seemed to be fully recovered and surged forward, unable to contain her excitement.
It was then, through a small gap in the blanket, that he noticed a faint, dark glow spilling from her lower abdomen tattoo.
She was ready for action, yet Ashley was polite enough not to brazenly reach for him.
In that small window, he quickly pondered whether he should continue.
While he desperately *wanted* to continue, he had actually completed the objective: punishing Ashley and ensuring she would obey to prevent similar issues in the future. If he just wanted to satisfy his desire, he could do that tonight when the three of them were together. Wouldn’t continuing now be a step toward corruption?
Technically, Ashley was on bath duty today, but they had already accomplished that goal by taking a dip earlier. He struggled to find a reason to continue that aligned with his future policies, and then a single motive—a desire not to miss this opportunity—sprang to mind.
”Hey, Ashley. Would you indulge me for just a little longer?”
”Oh my ♡. I’m the one who’s begging you to! ♡”
Despite his cautious request, Ashley only tilted her head slightly.
He worried she was agreeing too easily after what he’d put her through, but he rallied his spirits, telling himself this was a sign of her trust. He reached out, slipped his fingers under the front of her bathrobe, and gently stroked her lower abdomen tattoo directly. Ashley seemed to sense that the coming affection would be intense.
So, he held his beloved, who simply entrusted herself to him without a word.
”Alright, here we go.”
”Yes, whenever you’re ready ♡.”
He no longer needed to explain what he was going to do; Ashley didn’t even ask.
He lifted her body in his arms and sat her down on his lap. Then, he released his own internal power. The dimly lit, peaceful bedroom began to be consumed by a darkness that surged from all around.
”W-what is this?”
”It’s alright.”
Feeling the strange change, Ashley tightened her grip on him, but he gently squeezed his arm to calm her.
As a servant, she should be used to the strangeness of teleporting to the Workshop. But this was completely different from the somewhat ethereal scene of the landscape flying apart during a regular jump. Being pulled into *that* space was like being swallowed whole by a large, unfamiliar maw, and even the usually bold Ashley fell silent.
After a few moments of complete darkness, a thud that seemed to echo from deep within his gut vibrated through his eardrums. Slowly, a wall of flesh emerged from the void, enveloping the entire area.
”A-ah…”
”It’s okay. I created this space.”
It truly felt like they had stumbled into the guts of a giant, living creature.
Even he, the one controlling the flesh and aware of its every nature, wouldn’t call the sight pleasant. If a young woman were trapped inside, would she be able to keep her sanity?
He knew a woman as unique and tough-minded as Suzuri was a rare thing, but he held a faint hope that since Ashley was fine with tentacles, she might tolerate this flesh-space.
However, besides its sickening appearance, this place also had a feeling of confinement and oppression, so he couldn’t be optimistic.
As expected, Ashley clung to his chest, letting out a faint whimper. He kept telling her that there was no danger, but he could easily imagine that wouldn’t clear up her anxiety.
”Actually, those tentacles you liked so much are grown from these walls. They appear through that black, misty place we just passed through and used to pleasure you… but is this place really too much?”
”… , …”
His bathrobe was soaking up the viscous fluid dripping from the flesh walls, making his lower half wet, but he tried to ignore the discomfort. All the while, he watched Ashley, holding her tightly so she wouldn’t slip. She was staring into the depths of the fleshy chamber, utterly motionless.
He was about to suggest that they return to the Workshop bedroom when Ashley finally extended a bare leg and tentatively poked the sticky, wet, fleshy floor with her toe.
He relaxed his arms, taking that as a sign that she wasn’t bothered. That was his mistake.
Ashley wiggled her big toe, confirming that the fleshy floor was slippery and slick. She even sank her foot up to her ankle, realizing that in this space, a woman—a prey—couldn’t possibly run away or even resist.
She looked around again. Her eyes settled on a fleshy mound a few meters away. It was large enough to hold a person with room to spare, and it slightly pulsated in rhythm with the entire space.
He was debating whether to explain that it was the perfect-sized lump of flesh used to grow tentacles from, but he decided that demonstrating it for someone who was scared would only frighten her more.
Because of that hesitation, he noticed Ashley’s sudden change too late.
”W-wait, hey!?”
Her body, still wrapped in the bathrobe, shot upright.
This was an alien space, but it was still inside the Familial Workshop. He had created it to be contained entirely within the Workshop to prevent the flow of time outside and to prepare for what came next.
This granted him absolute control, meaning the weight of one servant on his crossed legs had no effect. Ashley knew this, stood up without hesitation, crouched down—and then, using her unconcerned Master as a springboard, she launched herself with all her might toward the fleshy mound!
”*Heh!*”
”Oh, o-o-o-ohh!?”
*Splat!* A loud splash of liquid echoed as Ashley’s body bounced and ricocheted.
Thanks to the lubricant-like viscous fluid, she didn’t stop on the mound. Her momentum carried her over the rounded peak, and she fell right into the pool of fluid on the other side.
”H-H-Heyyyy!!?”
”*Ugh*, *cough*, *cough*…!”
He scrambled to his feet, using his spatial control to prevent his own feet from slipping as he rushed around the mound. He found Ashley kneeling, leaning against the lump, dripping wet with the sticky fluid and covering her mouth, coughing a little too hard.
”A-a-are you okay?!”
”Yuuri, *cough*, this is no good. The piled-up hay felt much nicer.”
He was already distraught by Ashley’s strange stunt, but her terrible review almost made him pass out.
As he reached out to help her up, she grabbed the bathrobe, which had slipped open and exposed one shoulder, and quickly stripped it off. It was heavy, sodden with the sticky fluid, and she handed it to him.
”No, not that!”
”*Kyaaah* ♡!”
His hands were full, so he figured reasoning was useless. He grew tentacles from the fleshy mound and wrapped them around Ashley’s body. He slid her up the slick surface and pulled her onto the meaty cushion. The mischievous girl of ten years ago let out a joyful, high-pitched scream.
”Why would you do something so reckless?!”
”Oh, it looked so soft, I couldn’t help it ♡. If the floor sank that much, I just *had* to know how much this meat-lump would bounce, didn’t I? ♡”
Those were not the words of a woman whose limbs were being held captive by tentacles, crucified upon a fleshy altar.
Her uninhibited behavior made him press his hand to his forehead in exasperation. And with that, he suddenly remembered several incidents Ashley had caused back in their home village.
One was the Haystack Collapse Incident. Ashley, curious about a pile of hay stacked in a field during the off-season, jumped into it and caused it to collapse. Of course, the adults didn’t just laugh it off.
In fact, because the owner was a noble, *he* was the one blamed for not stopping her—a truly unreasonable event. He was so mad then that he almost considered releasing his skills, but thankfully, the memory of that infuriating Goddess’s face made him swallow his anger.
Now, after all this time, this girl had the nerve to bring back that memory, just when his anger had finally subsided. What on earth was he supposed to do with her?
”Eh, Yuuri? Your eyes look really scary right now ♡. Ah, is this it? ♡ Am I going to get *wrecked*? ♡ Be Yuuri’s plaything? ♡”
The girl from that time wasn’t wearing frilly dresses anymore.
Instead, she was exposing her beautifully matured, unclad body, which was even marked on her lower abdomen with a tattoo signifying his ownership. When she seduces her Master by making that lower abdomen tattoo glow with his own magic, there is absolutely no room for leniency.
”*Aaah* ♡! Tentacles! Come out, lots of them ♡! Are they coming? ♡ They’re coming! ♡ A-aah, I *knew* it—*hgyaaah* ♡♡!”
The fleshy mound Ashley was crucified on was a specialized organ for generating tentacles. True to its name, it spawned a variety of tentacles around the captured prey, flaunted them, and then rushed her.
Joyfully, the tentacles swarmed her body, which was already slick with fluid, and began to roughly fondle her.
First, they assaulted her firm, full form. Then, her navel, her sides, her abs—they caressed, pushed, and pinched her body’s most sensitive spots one after another.
”*Hyaah*, *aah*, *ahnngh* ♡♡! Th-this is amazing ♡! My whole body is slick ♡! The tentacles are sliding, and even though they’re being rough, it feels so good ♡!”
”Hah, I worried you might be scared, so I took it easy, but you accepted it pretty quickly.”
Indeed, unlike the tentacles he used in the outside world, where he had to carefully manage their features, in this space, he could use all of their functions at full power. However, the sense of revulsion here was far beyond what the simple tentacles caused, and he thought there was a chance she wouldn’t be able to find pleasure.
He had planned to carefully ease her into it, but she dismissed his concerns, showing a glimpse of her old, tyrannical self.
Even as he ‘punished’ her by making the tentacles fondle her roughly, the sharp-witted Chief Servant immediately grasped the specialty of this space.
”*Ahnngh*, *haah* ♡♡. *Ugh*, *b-but* ♡! All of this is Yuuri ♡! My servant’s body is reacting; I know I’m wrapped up in Yuuri, so I’m not scared at all ♡♡!”
It was impossible to guess how the servant’s trait—to find her Master and his lovemaking pleasant—was working in this tentacle space.
He could only see that Ashley was showing pleasure to every tentacle and glance he directed her way, and his fear that she would reject it was unfounded.
As a reward for her obedience, he pinched her form, intensifying the pleasure. That alone made her lower half tremble.
”*Ngh* ♡! Even so, Suzuri-san is unfair ♡! To get to experience something this pleasurable before me ♡!”
”Now, now, don’t blame her. What she experienced was in a personal domain, a function of the Familial Workshop. What *you’re* experiencing, however, is my own ability—which means you are the first woman to ever have my power fully unleashed on you.”
*The first.* The moment she heard that word, Ashley’s cheeks visibly sagged with relief and delight.
She was the acknowledged Chief Servant. Her pride rested on being the most cherished by her Master. Being the first to experience a newly created act would greatly satisfy a servant with that title. Knowing this, he had brought her here instead of simply stopping the punishment when it was technically complete.
”F-first… ♡ Me? ♡ Not Suzuri-san… ♡ *Uhehe, fuhehehe* ♡.”
”That’s not all. This place has a very important function besides just entertaining you all. And of course, you’ll be the first I use it on.”
Surprise, a little anxiety, and the expectation of what more she could be given, tightened Ashley’s lips.
This was an action that was probably meant to be done tonight.
After this, he couldn’t predict when it would become an emergency for someone else. If he wanted to guarantee her *first*, it had to be now. As her most cherished wife and the husband who heard her weakness, he had to keep his promise.
He stepped across her field of vision, which was glued to his every move, and walked to her lower half. He reached out, gently touched her lower abdomen tattoo, and, looking straight into her emerald eyes, he declared.
”I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Ashley. I’m going to create a Skill just for you, so you can never again call yourself useless.”
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Summary:
Master Yuuri wakes up to find his Chief Servant, Ashley, fully recovered from their intense, skill-powered encounter and brazenly demanding more intimate time. Frustrated but charmed by her unwavering loyalty and seductive charm, Yuuri decides to continue their rendezvous but with a twist. He transports them both into a secret, grotesque flesh-walled dimension he created with his own power. Ashley’s competitive spirit and erotic desire immediately turn her fear into wild excitement, culminating in a shocking dive into the viscous, pulsating walls. Yuuri, realizing his servant’s true, uninhibited nature, is forced to use his power to finally bind her to the altar and set the stage for a dramatic reveal of a brand-new skill.
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Character Insight:
Ashley’s character insight is centered on her deep need for Master Yuuri’s ultimate favor and special attention. Her reckless behavior (like the dive) is driven by her desire to be acknowledged as the most cherished servant, especially to outperform her fellow wives. Her quick physical recovery after receiving Yuuri’s *essence* is a core component of her servant ability, emphasizing her role in the master’s fantasy world and her unique resilience to his erotic techniques.
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Behind the Scene:
This chapter is a key moment that sets up a major skill upgrade for Ashley, which was foreshadowed by her earlier emotional breakdown and feeling of being ‘useless.’ Yuuri’s creation of the organic, flesh-filled domain showcases the raw, untamed nature of his highest-tier magical ability, which he normally holds back on. The memory of the ‘Haystack Collapse’ incident serves to fully re-establish Ashley’s core mischievous personality before she is subjected to the ultimate punishment/reward of the new skill.
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T/L:
1 Essence (精 / Sei): Used here as a euphemism for the master’s vital fluids/energy, reinforcing the idea that the master’s intimacy directly fuels the servant’s power and recovery. Kind of like a magical power-up via sex. ↩
2 Wait (待て / Mate): Yuuri is playfully referencing a common pet/dog command, suggesting he had to ‘train’ Ashley’s wild nature to respect his boundaries, adding to the Master/Servant dynamic. ↩
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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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