Chapter 143 The Servant’s Humiliation Uniform and the Golden Princess’s Defiance Erotic Fantasy
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Breaking free from his escorting hand, Marina stepped forward, already clad in the shaming clothes of her service. Her retreating back carried the great look of a princess inviting a guest into her private room, even as she was tied up inside this meat-prison of intimate pain made to corrupt a servant. Even her bare back, marked with slow tendons and thin layer, showed the grace of formal evening wear. This made Yuuri feel like a simple worker told by his mistress to work for one night.
Because of that, the fear that she might turn and give a command made him reach out a hand as if to chase after her going figure. Facing the golden princess—whose brightness humiliation could never truly lessen—the only thing a lowly servant with only his unique Skill could do was act like a crude, foolish violator.
”—Fugyuh¹! Nn, ohh! Ooohh! “
He gripped the base of the fleshy part, which had grown all over her body. Its root was still firmly plunged into her rear hole, as if it were a simple tool with a handle right there. As he ground the sharp tip of the tentacle against her inner wall, the princess, no matter how pure, shook strongly and let out a sensual cry that echoed through the entire flesh-prison.
”Kufuu, ohh! … D-do as you wish, Yuuri-sama! You do not need to worry about my private part! Please, enjoy Marina just as the feeling takes you!” she gasped.
If she were his usual, easygoing friend, she would have scolded her husband’s anger with a cute scream. Yet, even held and fixed by the shame of that yoke-like wedge piercing her anus, the princess did not say a word of blame. Instead, she showed the kind of tolerance you would expect from a noble allowing their body to a commoner who had no affection.
Was this her revenge for him daring to mock her as a ‘princess’ even as she lay so badly ruined? Yuuri knew a simple bow of his head would end this confusing game. But if he were to reject the very mask she wore for a reason, he could not claim to love the whole of Marina. To stop now would ensure her unspoken disappointment. This made it an unexpected test of his own strength as the princess’s partner.
”Kuuh, if that is how you want to play it—. Fine, keep facing forward. … Ahh, damn! Your breasts are just as great to squeeze as ever!” he said in a rough, frustrated voice.
”Nnn, haah! Such a wild touch, making me feel so much! … I understand, my husband! I offer my body as you desire!” she accepted sweetly.
Afraid of being pinned by those majestic golden eyes, he quickly commanded her to be as helpless as a doll. Without putting even a hint of scorn into her tone for such a small show of his will, Marina performed her role perfectly. She was the perfect host whose only concern was his Skill. Her complete lack of true emotion in her performance hurt his feelings of being inferior. This caused him to quickly release the handle on her butt and slip both hands beneath her arms. As he kneaded the handfuls of breasts, the dignified princess spread her legs, wearing their flesh shell, and a rush of intimate juice squirted out from her melting private part.
”Haah, Marina! Marinaa!”
”Nno, ooh! Ooohh!! “
He smiled a little, feeling the wet splish-splash of her juices on the flesh-floor’s membrane beneath his feet. He could only guess that the loud, strong cry she let out meant her face was twisted in a way no lowborn person should see. But he could not bring himself to look at her face. As a servant, Marina was also sensitive to her master’s gaze. If she were deliberately playing the role that a small-minded servant preferred, putting on a serious, cold face for him where his eyes could not see… The thought came to his mind. It made him hesitate even at their usual loving closeness.
But the surging desire was too much to suppress. He trailed his tongue over her exposed neck. Teasing the soft hairs at her hairline and moving his tongue behind her ear, the salty taste of swallowed sweat only made his already painfully hard rod swell further.
”Ahaah! No! Like an animal! You are too savage! And to be excited by the taste of my skin! Ahh, my darling rod’s scent! It has gotten even stronger!” she spoke softly.
He felt a painful realization: He could only gain the upper hand by defiling this perfect princess. He was not able to use the witty talks of high-born nobles. So if Marina wore the princess’s mask, he could only add excitement to their coupling by sinking to the level of a vulgar beast. Therefore, to humiliate Marina more, he bent low and pressed his rod against her wet secret place from behind. As he slowly rubbed it against her, bathing in the spray of her intimate fluids, Marina—as if expecting the entry—sucked his tip with her hot, eager flesh.
”Haheh, haah! Will you use my private part right away? If you wish to finish quickly, Yuuri-sama, do as you please!” she whimpered.
”Ugh, nah, I cannot take too long, or Ashley and the others will figure it out. I’m giving you the Skill now, so get ready.” He grunted.
His desire was already so strong that he was tempted to throw away his master’s dignity and thrust his hips out like a beast. However, he absolutely had to avoid disappointing the wise princess by breaking their contract: the exchange of his Skill for her best body. Barely managing to stop his animal urges, he told her to proceed. As if to praise his will for not being consumed by lust, Marina lightly closed her legs, biting the rod with her outer lips. Then she plucked and peeled away the fingers he had been crawling on her breast. She then began to walk slowly toward the flesh-altar that had risen before him.
”I understand, my husband. Wait just a moment. … Nngh, fuh!”
Marina’s steps were slow and deliberate, as if she were gliding across a carpet. For a moment, he wondered if she was doing it to make him impatient. But then he noticed the tendons connecting to the flesh shell on her limbs swaying side-to-side with every step. The wedge still stuck in her anus was being deliberately rubbed against her inner wall. She was not neglecting the effort to further increase her own body’s feeling. Even with her proud mask on, her stance—the compromise she made for a servant to prepare her body—was exactly that of the friend he knew so well.
Whether she knew her master was growing heated in the groin by the gallant sight shown by her thinly-covered back or not, Marina turned to face him once she reached the altar. She then gracefully lowered herself, as if wearing an invisible dress that only a fool could not see. And she did not try to cover her seemingly exposed chest. He sighed at her refined mannerisms. Only for her to immediately drop his jaw by spreading her legs without a hint of shame. She fearlessly displayed her ruptured flower of flesh, clearly wet even from a distance, to her lowly servant. Spreading her flexible crotch a full one hundred and eighty degrees, she arched her back so far it looked as if her spine would break, letting her massive breasts dangle and sway.
”Whoa, damn! That’s incredible!”
”Ufufu! I am Yuuri-sama’s handmaiden! It is my duty to respond to your desires at any time, and to ensure my darling rod is utterly and painfully hard!” she spoke brightly.
Though she held the noble title of princess, Marina’s movements—her deep knowledge of how to please a man’s eyes—were those of a seasoned expert. Had she learned the art of using her body as a weapon to capture a man? He was completely trapped by her methods. His gaze followed the strong movements of her body. After thoroughly entertaining her master’s eyes, Marina threw her limbs wide and laid her body down upon the flesh-altar.
Instantly, the flesh shell covering her limbs began to be swallowed up by the flesh. It sank in as if into quick sand. Once her elbows and knees were firmly put in and the outer shell fused with the altar, Marina was tragically complete: a sacrifice presented to the lord of the meat-dungeon.
”I apologize for the wait, my husband! Now, please, devour me as you wish! I shall receive all of Yuuri-sama’s favor, without holding anything back!”
He stared at the princess, now an embedded object in the flesh-altar. Her breasts, her secret place, and even her expression of pleasure were all exposed. Though he should have regretted her state and come to her aid, he was so overcome by the perfect, beautiful look of the body given to a ‘lowly servant’ and the sheer achievement of making it his, that he could not put together a single clever word.
To help the man who was failing even as a violator, the wise princess uttered a revelation about her own worth. His desire could no longer be contained by just watching. He lunged at the girl who was now utterly paralyzed, unable to move a muscle.
”It’s so soft, Marina’s body! Everywhere I touch, my fingers slip, and it pushes me back!” he exclaimed, delighting in the feeling.
”T-that’s right! The body I polished for my future husband! I’m so happy to be taken by Yuuri-sama!” she cried. Her voice was shimmering with pleasure.
Lost in the promise of coming ecstasy, he no longer had the calm mind to whisper sweet love to her melting beauty. His thoughts were consumed only by his own desire. He forgot all good manners, plunging his tongue into the offered secret place. He poked the stretchy folds of her wide-open outer lips and lapped up the honeyed intimate fluid that gushed forth. Satisfied with that, he sucked on her peak of pleasure, playing with the thin hairs that tickled his nose. All the while, he stroked her lower belly, which bore the crotch tattoo, and her side, covered by a thin membrane, fully enjoying the worth of his subjugated princess.
As his hands moved from her lower belly to her navel, side, and breasts, he was seized by a strong feeling to keep this living art object always by his side.
”Ah, I wanna keep you displayed just like this! I want to keep Marina ready here, so I can stick my rod in you any time! I wanna degrade you into my—mine alone—Marina!”
It was the sad, base lust of a man who felt he had been given a wife too good for him. Blinded by the brightness of a life that was greater than his own, he tricked himself into thinking he could only stand beside her by tying her down. He wanted to throw this dark desire at Marina, to make her suffer. To take advantage of her weakness as a servant and force her to accept his shortcomings, to subdue her noble heart. Eager to see how his wonderful friend would react to the truth of his own hopeless nature, he slowly raised his head and locked eyes with the golden gaze that was fixed upon him.
”—That is not allowed, Yuuri-sama,” she warned.
The smile he had been wearing, eager to see how she would stall, or if she would choose the path of mutual degradation, froze instantly. Still wet with pleasure, her strong gaze met his, followed by a low voice, firm at its core despite her trembling. The short, sharp criticism, which grabbed hold of his heart, left him unable to respond.
”Do you truly believe your worth can be shown with such a small desire? Why, please tell, am I receiving your rod in this manner? What of Yuuri-sama’s great ambition, the promise to surround yourself with us and impregnate us fully—”
”H-hic, I’m sorr… Ah, that is—”
The golden majesty that a mere servant could never possess pierced him. She was a small, younger girl, tied by layers of restrictions and about to fall prey to the poison of intimate pleasure. Yet every word she spoke held an undeniable power. It was the correct answer to the question: Why does the noble princess yield her body to a commoner? Unlike her usual friendly way, this was the princess-like manner that he had foolishly commanded. In a position that demands strict self-control, any show of irresponsible weakness would naturally earn a sharp lecture.
As she sharply and accurately laid out her criticism in a well-practiced, commanding tone, he was almost convinced that he was the mere flesh-tool whose only purpose was to grant the princess her power.
”Therefore, please give your masterpiece upon this Marina! I will surely prove to be an aid to your strength! And to that end, we cannot afford to let me rot in a place like this, can we?” she argued. Her voice was now laced with sweet persuasion.
”Y-yes… I, no, I was wrong…”
Her voice, clear and sweet like the ringing of a bell, filled his brain. With his arrogant thinking shattered by her harsh tone, her following sweet, honeyed proposal made his paralyzed mind instantly obey the sublime princess’s command. Appointed as a servant whose job was to prop up the princess—a master in name only—he could not possibly disobey Marina’s command.
As if swearing an oath at the tip of a shoe, he kissed her crotch tattoo, pubic mound, and peak of pleasure. Feeling a deep pleasure from the princess’s slight shiver in response, he placed his hand over the crotch tattoo and began the process of Skill creation.
”Kufun, nn! That’s the way! Ah, thanks to Yuuri-sama’s great deed, the day I can be useful as your pregnant wife won’t be far off! To marry such a wonderful husband, what good fortune Marina possesses!” she praised.
He continued to kiss her groin and the protruding hip bones, even as the crotch tattoo on her lower abdomen expanded. All the while, Marina’s praise, like the music of a snake-charmer’s flute, pleasantly tickled his ears, robbing him of any thought beyond the creation of the Skill for his beloved princess. Resting his head on the soft thigh of the pleasure-trembling princess, he continued the process, dreaming of the entry that would soon follow as her love juice flowed freely. After a while, the hand that was stuck to her lower abdomen lifted, and the crotch tattoo, which had expanded to cover her entire lower back and groin, showed itself.
”Ahah, it’s wonderful! This is the power that Yuuri-sama gives upon me! Now, don’t look so lost! The preparation is complete, so please, thrust your mighty rod right into my private part—”
He slowly got up and gazed down at the expanded crotch tattoo, amazed. However, since he had to obey the princess’s command, this unique pattern would soon disappear. He was about to get his tablet from the changing room when a realization sent a chill down his spine. Suzuri will notice. That sharp-nosed servant had likely already noticed that he had brought the princess into the tentacle chamber. That alone could be excused as simply being in the mood. But opening the teleportation gate again to get the tablet would mean she would notice the photo-taking of the crotch tattoo.
That would ruin his secret plan to give the Skill to Marina. So he had no choice but to give up this time. It was a shame that yesterday, when he gave Marina the Holy Ark², his habit of photographing the crotch tattoos had been shared with the other servants. Still, if he had not taken a photo then, the Holy Ark³ crotch tattoo would not have been saved. Feeling a sense of lingering frustration, he resolved to focus on the passionate affair before him. Marina rushed his slight hesitation, and he looked down once more at the princess bound to the altar.
First to catch his eye was the crotch tattoo, shining reddish-black on her lower belly, defiling her white skin as it held the Skill. Also, the split of lust that was wide open, practically drooling and expecting his rod so it could get the Skill. To blame the servant’s selfishness, who wished to gaze upon these proofs of her submission and arousal a little longer, her large breasts trembled, fueling his base lust. And finally, the smile on the younger princess’s beautiful face was the ultimate command, urging him to insert.
”O-okay. I’m going in.”
”Yes! Whenever you like, Yuuri-sama!”
Fighting the princess’s mental domination, he barely managed to avoid a groveling word. However, he could not possibly disobey the unspoken command hidden beneath her tolerant words: Insert it now. The moment he pressed the tip of his rod against her vaginal opening, the secret split sucked onto his tip, vividly bringing back the pleasure that waited in the depths of her private part.
After that, everything was beyond his control or will. Marina did not miss even the smallest change in his expression, and he could only slowly push his hips forward in response to her radiant smile.
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Summary:
Bound within the grotesque flesh-dungeon, the Golden Princess Marina, clad in the humiliation uniform, uses her extreme submissive devotion to challenge her Master Yuuri’s deep-seated inferiority complex. Despite his self-loathing, he cannot deny his lust, and his crude attempts at domination are met with her theatrical, royal obedience—a twisted test of his resolve. Caught between his base desires and the promise of granting her a vital Skill through his Crotch Tattoo ability, Yuuri struggles to maintain his authority, ultimately being forced to accept her subtle command to focus on his greater ambition before plunging into the promised, erotic ecstasy.
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Character Insight:
Yuuri’s internal monologue reveals a core conflict: his adoration for the majestic Princess Marina is inseparable from his shame in being a ‘lowly servant.’ He tries to debase her to feel powerful, but her willing, perfect submission—his ‘humiliation uniform’—only proves her superiority and forces him to be the better man, the ‘Master’ she believes he should be. This perverse cycle of lust and self-loathing drives their deeply co-dependent power dynamic, making him the true servant of her will.
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Behind the Scene:
The time constraint is introduced by the mention of other servants, Ashley and Suzuri, which forces Yuuri to expedite the Skill transfer and insertion sequence. Yuuri’s inability to take photos of the new Crotch Tattoo due to the risk of Suzuri discovering his secret plan highlights the external pressure and the high stakes of his relationship with Marina and his unique Skill.
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T/L:
1 [Fugyuh] and [Ooohh] are Japanese onomatopoeia for high-pitched, sensual gasps and moans, rendered here as evocative English vocalizations to maintain the raw emotional impact of the dialogue. ↩
2 [Holy Ark] refers to a specific, powerful Skill or item previously granted to Marina by Yuuri, a key event in their ongoing narrative. ↩
Notes:
• 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.
• 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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