Chapter 144 The Erotic Skill Ritual Restoration of the Princess Knight
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The great club was swallowed down without resistance. The princess’s passage, having embraced him countless times, held its firm, disciplined strength, forged as a knight, yet it remembered this one man alone, clamping down fiercely. As proof, though she at first seemed to barricade the gates with thick flesh, struggling to keep him out, the moment he applied pressure with the tip to force an entry, the channel readily accepted the spearhead as its own sheath. Moreover, as the shaft was invited deep inside, folds of flesh would coil around the fleshy stalk in layers, carving a pleasure so sudden and intense into his brainstem that it felt like an ambush by hidden troops.
Because of that intense feeling, he gripped her firm hips to keep himself from pitifully clinging to the girl he had pinned down. He felt the unquestionable stubborn strength of a warrior hidden beneath the softness of a woman’s flesh, which confirmed that the girl writhing indecently below him was incredibly healthy—a rare blessing indeed.
—And so, his rod grew even more erect.
With a body this robust, the promise to keep her womb from resting and fill her, a condition of her acceptance in exchange for the Skill’s bounty, would be easy to fulfill. Furthermore, the large breasts that swayed and buckled before his eyes with every tremble of her healthy body only served to confirm his immense pleasure.
”Ngh! Ahh! Ahhh! Oh, Ochinpo-sama², you’re even bigger now! Haa, aah! A-And those eyes—they’re like a beast’s! You must be deeply considering how to use poor watakushi³, judging by that face!” Marina panted, her hyper-polite, submissive princess voice breaking with lust.
He was savoring this unexpected fortune, not for the first time, when the lovely princess teased him for his explicit display of desire—facing her as he was fully inserted. But despite the change in her tone, her words were exactly the same sharp observation a friend would make, proving that no matter how much she pushed the Princess persona, she couldn’t hide the perfectly optimized shape of her passage. A powerful feeling of certainty that the girl beneath him was, without a doubt, the familiar Marina he knew sent a thrill of joy through him, and he lightly thrust deep into the back of her channel.
A tiny, adorable tongue peeked out from her lips, twisted in pleasure, and her bound body arched to its limit with a nasal cry of ecstasy. Her large breasts danced chaotically above him, and he felt it would be a shameful waste to leave that attractive symbol of womanhood untended.
Because of this, he knew he had the right: he reached out a palm and squeezed and kneaded the soft, fleshy mounds. The movement of his hips slowed slightly, but in response to the affection shown to her breasts—which had been modified to react sensitively to caresses—Marina shuddered, her eyes narrowing in a blissful daze.
”H-Hmph! Gah… T-That’s right. I’d never let go of a good woman like you! These—these breasts, and this channel, too… they’re mine! I’ll keep them all mine!” Yuuri growled, staking his claim on her possession, his voice rough with heat.
”Haa, yes! Watakushi, I-I really can’t live without Yuuri-sama and your ochinpo anymore! Please, train me again and again until that truth is carved into my very soul!” Marina pleaded, her tone desperate for more.
There was no point in hiding his lust for his friend anymore, and giving in to Marina’s masochistic invitation as she trembled in ecstasy, he asserted his ownership, striving to engrave it into her brain. The walls of her passage squeezing his shaft tightened with a squeezing, frantic rhythm, and Marina, wriggling her hips, declared her own subjugation with genuine, delighted glee.
—All the while, Marina maintained the pretense of the Princess’s conduct.
Yet, he could clearly see the traces of his beloved friend, allowing him to respond more calmly to her increasingly intimidating speech. With this newfound composure, he looked down at Marina, who was tirelessly devoted to their intimacy, and let his eyes savor her perfect body that incited his lust. As she slowly swung her hips, the shape of the crotch tattoo was vividly burned onto his retina, taking his breath away with its beauty.
—It wasn’t as broad upon the skin as a halo, nor as rich in geometric patterns as an ark.
Instead, by using varied curves and line thicknesses, the design appeared specialized for clinging to life. The fact that this design was carved upon Marina—the one whose life was most often in peril—brought not only relief but an overwhelming elation that he would be able to keep this revered, beautiful girl in his hands forever.
As he gazed down at his own servant, fueled by this excitement, her passage suddenly contracted, and a surge of pleasure raced up his spine.
”M-My deepest apologies! For interrupting your enjoyment!” Marina squealed, her princess voice momentarily flustered.
”What’s this? Can’t wait, can you?” Yuuri chuckled, a wry smile on his face as he looked down at the beautiful girl’s face.
Normally, a servant’s body would be surging with anticipation for release the moment he was inserted. To waste time admiring the crotch tattoo—even Marina, who valued etiquette, must have found it agonizing to hold back her aching body. She had seemingly tried to calm herself by intentionally averting her gaze so as not to rush her Master, but the aggressive stimulation of the flesh-stake relentlessly expanding her center proved too much to bear.
”Haa, uhn! Ngh… I know it is a bit wicked, but please, continue to admire it if you wish! We can’t use a tablet if we’re keeping this secret from the others, can we? I cannot possibly interfere until Yuuri-sama is fully satisfied!” Marina panted, her voice tight with strain.
”As expected—you figured it out.” Yuuri grunted in surprise.
Yet, the admirably well-behaved Princess prioritized her Master’s preferences. Perhaps she sympathized with his reluctance to waste a one-time piece of art, or maybe she simply enjoyed the masochistic thrill of having her own body treated like a canvas. He wasn’t going to pry for the truth, but at least Marina seemed to have some composure left.
”—No, this isn’t something he should enjoy while making you suffer so much. Let’s continue.” Yuuri declared, resolving the internal conflict.
”Ngh! Haahn! A-Are you sure? Just last night you were begging me to hold poses that made my body tremble!” Marina murmured, tilting her head in confusion.
Her doubt was reasonable; it seemed unnatural for him to be so obsessed with the crotch tattoo one minute and then fail to seize the opportunity the next. But he made his decision known by driving hard into the back of her passage, and Marina, accepting his choice, began to writhe her hips, quickly bringing the pleasure she had held in abeyance toward release.
”Hmph, ngh… Aah, even this captivating crotch tattoo is just a part of the whole ritual, you see. Simply looking at it does not do it justice. It must be enjoyed by driving into your channel and relishing in your ecstasy. So, you know. Break yourself completely for me… That is your true purpose, now that you’ve gained the Skill to serve him. He’s just following suit.” Yuuri muttered, his breath catching in his throat.
”Oh! T-Truly! The crotch tattoo is only completed by my own writhing!… Understood, then! I shall strive to make sure you climax until you are completely satisfied, Yuuri-sama!” Marina cried in a fervent commitment.
Upon reflection, cutting out the most dazzlingly brilliant moment of the sigil to document the intimacy with his servant was an impure act. While the crotch tattoo after the artistic unfolding was certainly memorable, delaying the Skill’s creation because he couldn’t record it was fundamentally missing the point. The crucial thing was how he had loved his servant until the new Skill was secured in her womb. To ignore the woman trembling with suppressed agony and be solely fixated on the image on her body would be utterly shameful.
—Thus, with a twinge of regret, he cast aside the crotch tattoo, accepting it as a once-in-a-lifetime sight.
With that firm resolution, he looked into her golden eyes, now overflowing with tears, as Marina twisted her body to further excite her husband’s lust. Her movements were a little clumsy for an eager dance, but the sight of the Princess Knight’s supple body working so diligently within the limited range of motion where she was crucified upon the flesh-altar only inspired admiration.
”Aah, Marina! That’s incredible! It’s truly beautiful!” Yuuri bellowed in raw appreciation.
”Ah! Ah! Aahn! Yuuri-sama, you are so fierce and wonderful! To be held down with such great force! Oh, I-I can’t possibly win with arm strength! My channel will just be hollowed out by its Master’s desire, and I’ll be made to climax over and over!” Marina’s excruciating cry of pleasure vibrated in his eardrums and jolted his brain.
If they were to grapple one-on-one in a serious fight, Marina would likely still be able to effortlessly mount him with her technique. But the Princess, with her brilliant mind, easily figured out what to whisper to her desire-crazed husband to make his rod grow harder. Even as his thoughts were manipulated by her adorable, fawning voice, his rod was thoroughly massaged by the passage that coiled with her hips. Furthermore, while his eyes were fixed on the nipples swaying before him, any slackening of his thrusting would be met with a punishingly fierce tightening of her channel.
Faced with Marina, who overpowered her Master despite her words of submission, he lost all desire to stubbornly compete.
—In a way, this was also a form of service.
Who makes the other feel good? It’s not always one-sided. By allowing Marina, who was now on the offensive, to take the lead, their intimacy accelerated, and both of them would reach mutual ecstasy. Interrupting that now would be foolish, unless they were locked in a battle of wills. While he was having that thought, obtaining that strange sense of understanding in his hazy state, Marina’s assault only intensified.
He plunged his rod in time with the undulation of her channel, while meticulously kneading one of her breasts. They stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily, and as he repeatedly stroked her beautiful face with his hand, an uncontrollable burst of love surged from his chest.
”Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh, yes! He can tell! His ochinpo-sama is twitching! You’re finally going to release!” Marina shrieked in delight.
”Yeah, you little High-Priced Princess Channel! You’re tightening your Master’s stalk and demanding I finish!” Yuuri panted, his voice strained.
While their bodies moved with consideration for each other, the words they exchanged were those of a stable boy and a toyed-with princess. Even that gap excited him, and he readily admitted his imminent climax. The Master, the absolute authority, confirming his pleasure was tantamount to declaring that he would release his fluid deep inside her passage right now.
At this word, which was a kind of promise of compassion, Marina’s melting expression blossomed like a flower.
”Yes! Yessss! I-I am so sorry! Marina’s wanton channel! It gets too easily excited by Yuuri-sama’s ochinpo! So, so I wouldn’t disappoint you, my impatient channel has no choice but to cajole your ochinpo-sama by squeezing it!” Marina declared, her voice a breathless, joyful mess.
Without concealing her attempt to force his release, Marina brazenly tempted her Master with her twisting hips and shaking breasts. While this was technically disloyalty—usurping the Master’s initiative—if the exchange was the sight of a noble Princess utterly consumed by wanton desire, then indulging her was a mark of tolerance. As he gained this strange sense of understanding in his fading consciousness, the sensation of pleasure only grew to an unbearable pitch.
Matching the undulation of Marina’s waist, which was rubbing against his rod, he repeatedly changed his angle and drove hard into the back of her passage, driving the wanton princess toward her climax.
”Ngh! S-Soon, I’m at my limit!” Yuuri gasped, unable to contain himself.
Marina, who had stopped her writhing hips, now trembled. She could no longer suppress her pleasure, unable even to keep up the pretense of composure. The intense tightening of her passage caused by her bracing only amplified his pleasure, sending a surge of sensation from his rod up his spine until his vision went completely white.
”Uwaaah! O-Orgh…! I’m… I’M COMING!” Yuuri roared.
”Hee! It’s here! It’s hereee! Ah! The release! It’s a joy! Hah! My womb is filled! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!” Marina shrieked in uncontrolled ecstasy. “It’s coming, merciful release! For the lustful servant princess’s greedy channel! Make me gulp down your pleasure-fluid! I can’t wait for your ochinpo-milk! I’ll suck on Yuuri-sama’s tip with my womb!”
Lewd words, utterly unbecoming of the respectable young girl he admired, pierced his eardrums. Simultaneously, she mixed in phrases he had only known from a distant past life as part of her plea, stimulating the inferiority complex he had from his previous life—where a beautiful girl like Marina had been completely out of reach. The effect was immediate: his mind clouded, he forcefully grabbed Marina’s firm hips with both hands to pin her down. As he thrust his hips to press his root against the deepest recess of her passage, a melting pleasure gushed from his core, traveling up his fleshy stalk and exploding from the tip.
Byuugh! Byuu! Byuuuuuuhhh!!
”Uwah! Ahh! Uwaaahhhaaaah!?” Yuuri’s body convulsed.
”Hiee! It’s here! It’s HEEERE! Ah! The release, I’m so happy! Haheh! My womb is full! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” Marina screamed as the torrent hit.
He continued to pump the unending flow of pleasure-fluid into her small pouch inside. With every pulse of release, Marina’s body suffered an exaggerated spasm, but her expression transformed through a hundred faces of ecstasy, finally succumbing to an unavoidable climax. Her mouth twisted into a slack, wanton grin, and a cry of pleasure squeezed from the back of her throat.
”I’m coming! I’m coming! I’M COMING! My channel! My womb! It was full so quickly! But my ochinpo-sama’s release hasn’t stopped! Aah, no! I’m going to climax again! I’m coming! I’M COMING! I-I-I-I-I-G-G-GUH! IGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! Haa! HANNNYAAAAAAAHHH!” Marina’s ear-splitting shriek was a crescendo of pleasure.
The reverberation of Marina’s scream shook his eardrum, and the convulsion of her climax transmitted directly to his rod. At the same time, her passage squeezed violently, as if trying to wring out the last drop. A fraction of a second later, the newly acquired Skill fused with Marina’s soul, launching the Princess’s consciousness to an even higher plane through the life-protecting wave of pleasure.
As the Master, he claimed his privilege to look down upon the servant who was still trembling from the pleasure. He imprinted the evidence of their intimacy onto his memory: her golden eyes, now staring blankly at nothing; her beautiful face, broken and slack with her tongue peeking out; her large breasts, rising and falling wildly, trembling with the occasional spasm; and her groin, so stained with pleasure-fluid that the point of connection was obscured.
Finally, he watched the crotch tattoo fold itself away, its job done, and he collapsed onto Marina’s body.
”Fugyu! Yuuri!? Hey, you’re a little heavy!” Marina squeaked, the Princess mask completely dropped.
His rod remained hard inside her tight passage. But perhaps due to the exhaustion from the tight schedule of creating a Skill while hiding from the other servants, he couldn’t lift his collapsed body. Just as his consciousness began to close down from fatigue, soothed by the comfortable voice of his friend—who had shed her Princess pretense—the spell broke.
”Hey! Don’t you dare try to sleep! We have to go out and act like nothing happened for dinner, or people will get suspicious!” Marina’s previously sweet, comforting voice snapped into the clear, commanding shout of a Knight, piercing his eardrum.
He quickly scrambled up, dissolving their connection, and pulled the Princess from where she had been submerged on the flesh-altar. He steadied her trembling body with an arm around her waist, and the golden-eyed girl gave him a radiant, full smile.
”—Yeah. I definitely got it. Restoration. With this, I can stay by your side forever, Yuuri.” Marina beamed.
The face she wore now—the wanton look, the dignified Princess look, all of Marina’s expressions were beautiful. But this bright smile, like the sun, was unquestionably the one he wanted her to wear forever.
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Summary:
In an intense climax, Yuuri and Marina complete the ritual to gain a new Erotic Skill. Yuuri is overwhelmed by both his lust and a fierce possessiveness for the Princess Knight, Marina, as he fully accepts his role as her Master. The unique crotch tattoo, a symbol of her servitude and the Skill’s power, becomes a stunning, temporary piece of art as the physical act reaches its peak. Despite her formal submissive persona, Marina, a fierce knight at heart, expertly guides and tempts Yuuri, ensuring his ejaculation and the successful fusion of the powerful Restoration Skill. The scene ends with the couple, exhausted yet triumphant, racing to hide the sensual evidence of their secret skill creation before resuming their public lives.
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Character Insight:
Marina’s emotional state is complex—a mix of genuine love, ecstatic submission, and the strategic intelligence of a knight. Her ability to switch seamlessly between the highly formal, hyper-polite Princess and the wanton, vulgar servant is not just for show; it’s a tactic to increase Yuuri’s pleasure and, by extension, secure her place as his favorite. Her relief and joy at gaining the Restoration Skill stem from a deep, possessive desire to stay by Yuuri’s side forever—a true-love motive hidden beneath the erotic ritual of Skill transfer.
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Behind the Scene:
This scene focused on the final moments of the Skill Acquisition Ritual, emphasizing the raw emotion, explicit power dynamics, and the visual drama of the Crotch Tattoo activating. The conflict between Yuuri’s desire to admire the tattoo as ‘art’ and Marina’s escalating need for climax drove the middle part of the scene, highlighting the fact that the Skill’s creation (the physical act) must take priority over aesthetic appreciation. The sudden shift back to the ‘friend’ voice by Marina serves as a powerful end-of-scene device to remind both characters and the reader of the tight constraints and secretive nature of their Skill-transfer relationship.
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T/L:
2 Ochinpo-sama: A highly respectful, often worshipful term for the male member, essentially meaning ‘Lord Dick’ or ‘Great Honorable Penis.’ ↩
3 Watakushi: A formal, almost archaic Japanese first-person pronoun typically used by women in high-class or royal/official settings, reinforcing Marina’s ‘Princess’ persona. ↩
Notes:
• 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.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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