Chapter 148 The Master’s Scrutiny and the Servant’s Ecstasy of Ownership*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After another dozen or so repeated retreats to the workshop, they finally managed to reach the “Safety Area.” But this shift in strategy meant the time they’d normally spend fighting was replaced by the time it took to lure the enemy away, which naturally consumed more time in the outside world. Suzuri, the decoy, bore the brunt of almost all the running. Though their curiosity about the plan’s lingering issues hadn’t faded, it was clear that pushing their limits further wouldn’t guarantee a good result. Sticking to their rule of giving full effort while in the outside world, they decided to wrap up the day’s training right there.
Returning to the workshop, where time was isolated from the outside, everyone settled down on the lobby sofas. This space was meant for their review session, which was usually held in the calm atmosphere after dinner. However, unlike regular sessions aimed at improving skill levels, this training was focused on checking their new tactic. That’s why they chose to hold the critique immediately after returning, while the problems were still fresh in everyone’s minds.
The discussion quickly highlighted three main issues. First, there was a noticeable lack of urgency because escaping was too easy. Second, it was simply faster to wipe out the enemies if they weren’t strong enough to require the full retreat. And finally, the burden was way too heavy on the decoy, Suzuri.
”—So, based on all that, I think we should hold off on using this tactic every time,” Marina concluded, her tone matter-of-fact. “But everyone’s survival is still the absolute top priority, right? So, we’ll keep practicing this coordinated retreat in the next training sessions, just so we can handle a real crisis when it comes.”
After everyone talked it over, they agreed that retreating to the workshop would be just one option in their playbook. The only firm conclusion reached was that observing from the lobby was nearly undetectable by the monsters outside.
”Alright then. Let’s break for now. I want you all to meet again after dinner, so write down anything you noticed by then. Ashley, use Purify please. Suzuri, you’ll take care of Yuuri.”
As the meeting ended, Marina gave Ashley her order and then left after casting Purify only on herself. This wasn’t because she was angry or had carelessly forgotten someone. For the workshop members, bathing after training was one of the few ways to truly relax in that cramped space. The whole point was to clean off the sweat and dirt themselves, so they purposely weren’t included in the Purify target list. Yuuri watched the off-duty servants leave quickly, then started walking toward his bedroom.
He didn’t even glance back at Suzuri, who followed three steps behind him, deliberately not hiding her presence. He opened the soundproof door and stepped into the dimly lit room. He waited by the bed, completely silent, until Suzuri overtook him and stood directly in front of him. They didn’t need words; they both knew the routine by heart. Suzuri knew exactly how to attend her master, and he knew how a master should treat a servant who was putting on such an alluring display for him.
It was unspoken law: the servant always exposed their weakness first.
Following that tradition, the shinobi girl deactivated her Darkness Wrap, which had formed her outfit. The ink-black garment, the same color as her lustrous hair which blended into the darkness, scattered like mist touched by sunlight. The thick fabric, which had been materialized for defense, dissolved, revealing the smooth, snow-white skin beneath. But, contrary to Yuuri’s hopeful expectation of her being fully unclothed, she was still wearing pure white underwear as a final bit of modesty.
”If you’ll excuse me, I shall attend you now,” Suzuri spoke, her voice a low, eager purr.
Was that a preparation for her master’s stripping, which was next, or was it a tease, a deliberate denial? While he was staring hard at the change from the stark black outfit to the white, Suzuri moved closer without a sound, reaching for the clasp at his chest. Yuuri tried to play the part of the indifferent master, as if this help was just expected, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was speechless, mesmerized by the supple body dancing right in front of him.
Paying no mind to his obvious amateur atmosphere, Suzuri silently began peeling off his thick protective gear. Yuuri could only just manage to keep following her motions, barely saving his dignity as the master. As she walked to the coat rack in the corner of the room, holding his discarded protective suit in her arms, he couldn’t stop his breathing from growing rough. Even without the servant’s ability, he knew her gaze had been drawn to the rigid column pressing up against his underwear as she turned back.
Driven by that intense desire, Suzuri, her cheeks softly flushed with ecstasy, straightened up in front of him again. She gently traced the fabric covering her well-shaped mounds and her tight waist with a finger, and those pure white pieces of clothing dissolved like a light snow, leaving only her naked form.
”—Oh.”
This time, Yuuri couldn’t stay silent. A small, ragged gasp escaped his throat. The girl, in her absolute loyalty, was no longer hiding the body her master desired, not even with a trace of shame. Her breasts, no longer held by a bra, and her moist, covered crotch, were completely exposed to him. The rose-pink nipples and the thin patch of pubic hair stood out beautifully against her snow-white skin, and just looking at it made his shaft grow even harder.
”U-ah, ahh… Excuse me! The scent is too strong! I-I shall remove the last layer now!” The girl, dizzy from the heady excitement, stumbled toward him with unsteady steps.
”Agh, please do,” Yuuri breathed, his voice a low growl.
He placed a hand on her somewhat delicate shoulder, easing her to squat down. Her flexible fingers hooked under the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down without hesitation.
”Ugh! Aah, ahhhh! The scent of your Māra is so amazing!”
”Damn it! Y-you’re rough!” A sharp pang of pain shot through his shaft as the tip, pressed against the fabric from his excitement, was rubbed.
But Suzuri, too intoxicated by the scent filling her nose to even hear her master’s complaint, was focused on following the movement of his suddenly exposed shaft with her eyes. Waiting for a slight pause in its movement, she lunged forward, and with what must have been incredibly fast reflexes, she caught the swaying column with her lips. The trembling, jet-black eyes clearly showed her struggle to keep from sucking on it, but her pride as a retainer narrowly won out. She reluctantly pulled her lips away, only giving it one quick lick with her tongue, before pulling the lowered shorts all the way down to his ankles.
Once his feet were out of the underwear, she stared down at the piece of fabric in her hand. Shaking her head several times until her hair swayed, she finally, determinedly, dropped the precious garment into the laundry basket.
”H-here it is… mmh… M-Master…!” Suzuri’s voice was a shaky whisper.
”Good,” Yuuri responded, his voice curt.
He followed the already-made Suzuri, who was swaying slightly, into the glass-walled bathroom. Thanks to the steam filling the room from the running bath, Suzuri had recovered slightly from her intoxication and was busying herself with bath preparations. Yuuri closed the distance between them. Suzuri seemed confused that her master, who normally just sat down and waited for his servant’s services, had come closer. He cupped her upturned chin with his hand, meeting her wide eyes as he stroked the nape of her neck.
”Y-Yuuri? Is something the matter? Did I do anything wrong—”
”Stand up,” Yuuri commanded, his voice sharp.
His intense gaze, scrutinizing her beauty, might have felt a little intimidating to the girl looking up at him. A small squeak of distress escaped her cute lips at his short command. The startled girl straightened her back immediately, standing perfectly still, looking straight at the wall in front of her.
Yuuri was satisfied with her instant obedience, even though she didn’t know his intention. He then watched her intently, from the nape of her neck where her hair fell, to her back, and the armpits where her arms were pressed tightly to her sides. He then crouched down, examining her all the way to her ankles. At this point, Suzuri finally seemed to guess what her master was worried about.
”Hehe, what are you looking for, Master? You need not check so closely, there isn’t a single wound on me!” she chuckled, a soft, musical sound.
”A-are you sure? You were being chased by that many monsters. I can’t help but worry if there’s even a small scratch on this soft skin,” Yuuri admitted, feeling a pang of genuine concern.
Thinking back, Suzuri had carried almost the entire burden of the training today. The other three had essentially just been chatting in the workshop lobby while Suzuri ran around as the decoy. While they had checked on her whenever she returned, she hadn’t seemed out of breath at all, so they hadn’t stopped her from going out again. But, even though he’d made her promise to come back alive, Suzuri was a girl with a tendency to overcommit. She could easily pretend nothing was wrong, fixing even a minor scratch by repairing her outfit with Darkness Wrap. It would be a waste if this smooth, snow-white skin got a scar, so he’d reflexively examined her so aggressively. But seeing his almost comical panic, Suzuri couldn’t hold back her laughter.
”Ahah! Hahahaha! Oh, Master! A wound? Foo-foo-foofoohoo!” She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.
”W-why are you laughing so much? Is it weird for me to not want your already beautiful skin to get scarred?” Yuuri countered, confused.
He had expected a gentle smile in response to his worry. Her fit of belly-clutching laughter now made him the one who was confused. He cast her a questioning look, and her smile, which made the corners of her eyes flush red, was aimed down at him. Knowing she likely wasn’t going to stay quiet, Yuuri settled his posture, sitting cross-legged on the wet floor. Suzuri also knelt, sitting in a perfect seiza with her back perfectly straight.
”—My Master, Yuuri-sama. While I have often shown you my techniques, I am greatly honored that I could demonstrate them today in the field where they are most needed. Now, how do you judge my skill?” Suzuri asked, her tone formal yet playful.
”Oh? Well… ‘Magnificent’ is all I can say. I’m truly thankful that you became my comrade. With the kind of movement you showed, you’d probably never get even a scratch. I apologize for underestimating you,” Yuuri praised and apologized, sitting naked across from her in a strange, intimate critique session.
The solemn atmosphere, despite the enticing nakedness of the woman before him, was palpable. Yuuri offered his renewed praise and apology, but Suzuri’s knowing smile remained fixed on her beautiful face. He watched her, wondering if there was more to come. Satisfied with her master’s contemplation, Suzuri curled up the corner of her mouth slightly and leaned forward intimately.
”Your words are too kind, Master. But tell me, how many fresh wounds do you think I acquired to master those very techniques?” Suzuri coaxed.
”Huh? —Ah.”
There’s no such thing as someone born with perfect skills. It was a simple truth he had somehow failed to apply to this girl of exceptional technique. Dodging an enemy’s attack with no room to spare. Slipping inside an enemy’s guard to stab the perfect spot. She couldn’t have repeated such life-and-death actions without ever being injured. If she truly had mastered those perfect movements by clinging to life through countless failures, it would be unnatural for her skin to be completely unblemished.
Processing all that, he realized there was only one possible reason: the procedure he had performed on her when she was a defeated enemy. The result of the self-serving ritual he had used to make her his asset.
”The servant-fication…?” Yuuri questioned, his voice catching.
”Kuss—I was truly surprised, too! After all, the honor that made this body into a blade was completely erased!” Suzuri giggled, her cheeks flushed with a sensual glow, though her jet-black eyes, so close to him now, were strangely empty, like a dark cave.
Yuuri felt an urge to apologize to the dominating presence, but before he could, her smooth, flawless fingers seized his shaft and began stroking it.
”Ugh! Hands… that feels so good!” Yuuri gasped, his eyes wide.
Suzuri’s beautiful face still didn’t twitch a muscle, her pasted-on smile never fading. But the palm enclosing his sensitive spot was gently, steadily digging up pleasure. If the most mind-shaking stimulus was her true feeling, then the scolding tone and expression were just a pasted-on façade.
With that certainty, he grabbed the ripe breasts before him. Her angry shoulders twitched, and her eyebrows knitted together in a look of distress. Seeing her give up her weakness so easily, he was completely sure of the true feelings she was hiding. Suzuri herself had probably already made peace with giving up her so-called honor. Now, all that was left was for her master to understand and accept this human doll that housed the spirit of a master shinobi. Since he had arrogantly bound her soul, he should now affirm himself by taking her hand—that was what her jet-black eyes seemed to demand. Concluding this, he squeezed the breasts in his hands, and Suzuri tightened her grip on his shaft in response, her pasted-on smile twisting into a face of pure pleasure.
”—Hmph, like I care about that. The only Suzuri I know is the one after she became my servant. Your skin, when you were petrified, looked no different from something that was worn out or damaged. Listen, you were born without any scars. Tell me, Suzuri. Who gave you back your missing limbs? Who gave you this naturally smooth skin? Who are you going to use that body and skill for?” Yuuri demanded, every word etched into her mind as he whispered into her ear.
Every arrogant phrase he spoke was met with a moan from Suzuri, as if she were giving her consent. When he finally claimed ownership of the flawless, skilled girl, her fawning gaze looked up at him, and her head bobbed up and down, conceding her place.
”Yuuri-sama! It is Yuuri-sama! You are my Master! The one worthy to wield me! The person who pulled me back from the brink of death and gave me a fitting body!” Suzuri shrieked, her voice a torrent of submission.
”That’s right. Everything you are is mine now. Now, come on. Tell your master just how much better your current body is than the one you were reborn from. What do you like about this body, Suzuri?” Yuuri coaxed, the dominating air from moments ago completely gone.
Though this was likely a calculated come-on, his change was still remarkably quick once he’d pushed his point. But his sadistic urge was piqued by the beautiful girl’s weak submission, and he pressed her, demanding further words of obedience. The beautiful girl, whose movement was easily restricted just by one of his hands on her breast, complied with his demand without the slightest hesitation.
”Ugh! First and foremost, you restored my missing limbs! And… I spoke of honor before, but after my face was scarred, I had given up on ever being looked at by a man! To be given a flawless body, as if I were a sheltered princess! And on top of that, to have a mark of ownership tattooed on me—how could I do anything but serve you forever!” Suzuri confessed, her words fervent and honest.
”Whoa! O-oh…”
Suzuri, the jet-black-eyed girl, had laid out a passionate declaration of love. Even though the things she praised were just measures he had taken for convenience and to prevent revolt, the sudden possibility of a new self was enough to completely change the worldview of a girl who had previously given up everything but her function as a blade. To be the recipient of such praise—a mix of salvation and devoted love—from the daughter he had arrogantly enslaved, Yuuri couldn’t stay composed any longer. His only remaining thread of reason was to lay down a mat before pushing Suzuri’s body onto the floor and forcing her legs wide open. Smiling seductively, Suzuri thrust out her breasts and her crotch, provoking his excitement.
”Ahh, ahh! This… this whole body is mine! This crotch tattoo is the proof it belongs to me!” Yuuri boasted, his voice thick with lust.
”Yes! Yes, Master! My body was melted down and reforged so I could receive your favor! You’ve carved your name into my very soul, and now I can never leave you!” Suzuri cried, her voice ecstatic.
Her open, immodest petals of flesh were right before his eyes, clearly begging for his shaft. Like a bug drawn to honey, he was lured into the widely spread crotch. Even as he pinned her thrown-out hands and squeezed her breasts, Suzuri only writhed and let out sweet moans, showing no sign of wanting to escape. As he finally positioned his painfully erect shaft against her wide-open entrance, a look of pure joy spread across Suzuri’s face, anticipating the pleasure she had been waiting for.
”Ugh, kh… Get ready. This is your punishment for teasing your Master, even though you’re already mine. I’m going to make you pay for it right now, using this body that is exclusive to me!” Yuuri declared, demanding his dominance.
”Yes! Yes, Master! Please use me! Please savor my body! Verify that I am exclusive to Yuuri-sama!” Suzuri demanded back, the words a desperate plea.
Whether far away with her enticing form, or up close with her mind-shaking words, he was helplessly drawn to Suzuri’s body. He no longer cared how much of her declaration of love was genuine. When everything she asked for was exactly what he wanted, her true intentions simply didn’t matter. The only certainty was that he was free to use this flawless, supple body however he wished. Like a bug trapped by a bewitching flower, his every desire affirmed, he thrust his hips forward, ready to drown in her sweet nectar.
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Summary:
The post-training review concludes with a focus on survival tactics, but the real drama begins when Yuuri and his devoted servant Suzuri retreat to the bedroom. Yuuri initiates a personal inspection, pretending to check for battle scars, which leads to a deep, intense dialogue about ownership and servitude. Suzuri’s history of injury and honor is revealed, only to be dismissed by Yuuri, who asserts his power as the one who reforged her perfect, unblemished body. The encounter quickly escalates from psychological dominance to a passionate sexual assertion of his absolute mastery over her willing and ecstatic flesh.
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Character Insight:
For Suzuri, the act of becoming a servant and having her body reborn without scars was a profound, life-altering experience. What Yuuri sees as a tool for control, she genuinely accepts as salvation—a gift of beauty she thought she’d lost forever. Her eager, ecstatic submission is not just an act; it’s the result of her conflicting identity as a proud shinobi and her new, overwhelming desire to be her master’s exclusive, flawless possession. She enjoys being dominated, as it affirms the incredible gift of her new body.
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Behind the Scene:
The chapter shifts rapidly from a world-building meeting about survival strategy—highlighting the group’s dependence on the workshop’s isolated time and Suzuri’s decoy role—to a private, intense scene. The focus is on the personal and erotic consequences of Yuuri’s servant-fication skill. The conversation about her lack of scars acts as a catalyst, forcing Yuuri to confront the moral implications of his actions and then immediately justify them through possessive lust. The transition from tactical discussion to intimate encounter is driven entirely by Yuuri’s desire to affirm his ownership over his beautiful servant, Suzuri.
Notes:
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends. Tall, statuesque, flawlessly pale skin, powerfully toned yet soft and feminine, with long, flowing black hair identical to Marina. Her body is exaggerated hourglass—strong, trained muscles in her core, shoulders, and limbs paired with extremely generous curves. Her breasts are very large, full, high-set, and overtly described as “too big for her frame,”
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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