Chapter 15 Ashley’s Memory — Part ⑥ — Workshop ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was a strange room.
At first glance, no one could tell what it was for. The large space felt clean and was a bit bigger than Princess Marina’s bedroom. But even though it looked rich, the way the furniture was placed was nothing like a noble’s room. Most of all, soft steps rose through the room, and at the highest point sat a huge bed. It was wide enough for many people to lie together and share love. In the center of that bed, Yuuri kept sleeping.
A shiver ran through her womb.
The magic from the crotch tattoo stroked the inside of her body. She had no choice—her desire kept growing stronger.
She walked closer to the bed and sat on the edge. She wanted to cling to Yuuri right now, but first she had to check the room.
Oh, this is a throne, she thought.
From the high bed, Ashley looked over the whole room and understood.
There was a wide leather sofa. A stone dresser with nothing to hide it. A bathroom made of glass where everything inside could be seen at once.
Every act a woman did to make herself beautiful was open to view from here.
Then the finished familiar would be offered to the master (Yuuri) who waited on this high place.
It felt less like a throne and more like an altar.
The skill was called Familial Workshop. This was its center, the highest seat.
This place was the anvil where pleasure forged familiars.
Yes, the crotch tattoo agreed, and the ache grew stronger.
She wanted to join with Yuuri right now.
But there was still something she had to check.
The goddess had put the details of Familial Workshop into her mind. She could not give herself fully until she made sure it was true.
She stood up from the bed.
The crotch tattoo tightened her womb like a warning. She soothed it with a soft touch. She went down the steps and stood at the farthest point, in front of the door.
The heavy door stood like it would not let a scared offering escape. But when she touched the handle, it opened easily. Outside the bedroom was a place like an entrance hall. It used materials she had never seen, made with great care, but it was too small to copy a noble’s house.
In the back, she could see a place like a kitchen.
I see, Ashley thought with a nod.
This place could hold out like a fort. With the functions she would check next, it would not be easy to defeat Yuuri.
She pushed that thought to the back of her mind and looked outside from the hall.
Through the thick glass door, she saw the inside of the negotiation room where Yuuri had been sleeping moments ago.
Next to the door was a wide board that gave off light.
It changed colors to show words or views—an information board, she understood.
Two lines of numbers showed on it. She saw at once that both were times.
The top line showed a little more than ten years and had stopped.
The bottom line rose with every second and had just passed four minutes.
It matched what the goddess had said.
Yuuri’s skill had appeared ten years ago. And they had both entered the workshop area four minutes ago.
She stared through the sealed glass door.
Everything had stopped.
The sunlight through the trees, the clock on the shelf—everything.
No, not yet. She had to check carefully.
She touched the glass door.
She wished to go out, and it happened at once.
The view changed in a blink. She stood beside the sofa where Yuuri had been sleeping. Under the moving sunlight, the clock ticked. Compared to the pocket watch from the castle, it was four minutes behind.
”Ku, fufufu… ha ha, ahahahaha— hyaun♡”
A thing her mind could not grasp.
She started to laugh loud without thinking, and fierce pleasure raced through her whole body.
This was punishment.
The crotch tattoo whipped her with pleasure because she had left her master and slipped out of the workshop.
”Hi♡ ha ha, ha♡ I will go back, yes I will… nnu♡ Now I can give myself fully, without worry…♡”
She wished, and her sweet-numb body returned at once to the workshop hall.
But the harsh punishment did not stop for a familiar who had already failed once. Her womb, her clit, her nipples, her armpits, the soles of her feet… even her tongue and fingertips—all her sensitive places burned with active magic pleasure.
Each step she took made stars flash in her eyes from the joy. She checked the board by the entrance.
The top time had stopped again, with less than a minute added for the time she was out. The bottom time kept counting without rest, now almost five minutes since Yuuri entered the workshop.
”When Yuuri and I both enter, ♡fu, the outside time stops, it seems… fu, uun♡”
That meant nothing could disturb her acts with Yuuri anymore.
No matter how many hours she spent with the sleeping Yuuri, no one could stop them.
It was the height of joy, but one worry remained.
”If I lose myself too much… aan♡ I must be careful not to wake Yuuri…♡”
The reason (Sleep Skill) could fail was that it did not force sleep. It only helped rest and urged the body when it wanted sleep. It lost effect with hunger that threatened life or harmful acts.
Since last night, when Yuuri had been with Princess Marina, about fifteen hours had passed. If (Sleep Skill) could hold back hunger for a full day, she had less than half a day left.
But that was more than enough.
”Fii hihi♡ Yuuri, I am coming now…♡ he, hee♡ I will take your mercy, all of it♡”
The crotch tattoo stabbed her again and again with rough pleasure. She could no longer think straight.
With shaky steps, she passed through the bedroom door.
She had no time to fold her clothes neatly. As she stumbled, she left her apron dress and underwear scattered on the path.
Naked at last, she went to the bed where Yuuri waited. When she passed the dresser, Ashley saw her own low image in the mirror and gave a bitter smile. Her face soft from pleasure, her white skin red with heat, her crotch dripping love juice without shame. And the crotch tattoo on her lower belly that would never fade.
The her from yesterday would faint at the sight.
But the Ashley of now had no sadness left for that.
She was happy.
Her head held only the joy of becoming Yuuri’s thing.
Only the hope of being with Yuuri forever.
Like a sinner walking to the execution stand, she stepped up the stairs to the bed.
”Aa, no, I can’t anymore♡”
At the edge of the altar at last, Ashley could not lift her leg to the height of her knee. She lost her footing and fell face-down onto the bed. Even the soft bounce made her whole body tingle sweetly from the shock.
”Ha… o…♡ Be gentle, please…♡ Or I can’t make Yuuri feel good…♡”
Her arms and legs had no strength left to hold her up.
But the magic of the crotch tattoo did not ease its punishment of pleasure. It kept raising her excitement. The only way left was to wriggle like a worm to reach Yuuri.
”No…♡ My breasts, they’re in the way…♡ The tips, brushing…♡ Oh, no♡ They’re being pressed, kneaded…♡ The peaks, sparks, nooo♡”
Crawling on her belly toward Yuuri, Ashley’s generous breasts dragged against the sheets. She had always teased herself about their size, but now the crotch tattoo low on her abdomen answered the thought with a cruel pulse. Pleasure flared in her chest as though the mark declared: everything below the collarbone belonged to Yuuri alone.
”Nooo♡ I need them, I neeeed the peaks♡ They’re for Yuuri, I neeeed my breasts♡ Forgive me, I’ll make you feel good♡ Forgive meee♡♡”
The crotch tattoo never quieted the hunger it had kindled.
She inched forward, voice cracking into ugly, pleading whimpers. By the time her cheek settled against the heat of his lap, every muscle trembled with exhaustion.
Yet the crotch tattoo only pressed harder, as if reminding her that true service had not begun.
”Haa, hii♡ I’ll ready you♡ I’ll tend to you properly♡♡”
She knew the mark would not soften its torment. Still the words spilled—self-damning, eager.
A dark thrill coiled inside her, as though she courted the punishment for daring to speak. Sweet currents raced beneath her skin. With the last of her strength she fumbled at his belt.
The fabric parted; a warm, unmistakably male scent flooded her senses.
”W-wow…♡ Yuuri’s scent…♡ I can’t hold back♡”
He had bathed the night before, but her familiar nose knew better. She tugged trousers and undercloth down in one clumsy pull.
”Ah—this is the real Yuuri…♡”
Strong abdomen, sculpted thighs.
At the center lay his softness, unassuming in repose.
She reached without hesitation.
It was velvet over steel waiting to wake. She could scarcely believe it would ever harden.
But Ashley had been raised for marriage; noble duty included lessons in a husband’s pleasure. She had been taught how to coax readiness.
A gentle pinch, a slow upward stroke—again, again. The rhythm came to her like breath. Warmth bloomed beneath her palm; the small shape thickened, lengthened, until both hands could not contain it.
”I did it… with my own hands…♡”
Pride flared; she brushed a reverent kiss to the crown before shame could stop her.
A spark leapt from the crotch tattoo to her tongue.
She tried to draw back, but her lips clung, buzzing sweetly. Another pulse, stronger. At the same moment the scent of his arousal sharpened.
(My head spins♡ He rose for me♡)
Joy erased every flicker of disgrace.
She showered the rigid length with kisses, each contact rewarded by honeyed numbness. At last she understood.
(I must taste him… truly…♡ They never taught this in etiquette♡)
Far beyond decorous lessons for producing heirs.
Yet as Yuuri’s familiar, tending her master thus was no breach of manners—it was devotion.
She steeled herself. At first only timid laps of tongue. The crotch tattoo sweetened the current, urging her on.
(So rigid…♡ The skin slides…♡ Hotter than my mouth…♡)
It burned like sacred fire. Shyness melted beneath love.
She cradled the shaft in one palm, traced every vein with careful tongue, cradled the weight beneath. Each twitch beneath her touch fed her hunger. She memorized ridge and pulse, imagining how each would feel inside her later. Her own core clenched, a warm bead slipping free to trail her thigh, but the task before her eclipsed all else.
Her diligent worship drew long, shuddering throbs from him.
”Faaa♡ My depths, burning…♡”
As if to say enough, the crotch tattoo eased its grip on her tongue.
At once every pent-up ache surged downward. Ashley understood: over-eagerness was clumsiness. The next act awaited.
”Fehehe♡ I throb for you♡ At last I may offer myself♡♡”
Numb limbs obeyed. She crawled up the ridged plane of his stomach, laid her cheek against the steady drum of his heart. Straddling him, she found the rigid heat by touch and sighed at its promise.
The crotch tattoo clenched her womb when she merely held him.
”S-sorry♡ I’m not afraid♡”
She angled the head with trembling fingers. Her entrance, coaxed open by the mark’s fever, kissed the tip with slick welcome.
”Nfufu…♡ My gate greets you♡”
She had come this far.
Once she had released all hope of union. After every cruel twist of fate, the moment arrived—nothing like her girlhood dreams, yet real.
Pleasure—equal to the crotch tattoo or greater—poured from the barest contact.
Even her first surrender could not falter. She had only the mark to thank for guiding her with such fierce joy.
She eased forward until the crown breached her, then braced a hand on his chest and rose to her knees. Hips lifted, she displayed the near-joining to her sleeping beloved.
”Nn, fuuuu♡♡ See, Yuuri♡ It enters♡ Your childhood friend’s faithless flower will devour you♡”
Lewd taunts she could never voice awake.
She could boast her fall only because he slumbered.
She withdrew her guiding hand, parted her thighs wider so every secret gleamed—untouched entrance swallowing rigid heat, the stark crotch tattoo branding her belly, the heavy sway of her breasts—offered wholly to her dreaming master.
”Nffu ffufu♡ I give you my purity♡ Proof I waited♡ Do you want it? ♡ You do, don’t you♡”
She rolled her hips in slow tease, set her breasts swaying.
Not fear—only the wish to savor. A maidenhead was surrendered once; better to stretch the instant into memory.
Her womb buzzed insistently.
The crotch tattoo did not hurry; it knew she stoked her own fire. Heated breath spilled over her outstretched tongue, tasting phantom salt.
”Well then—here I—”
uhn…
Yuuri’s voice. Her heart jumped.
Cold water poured over her head and she snapped awake. She felt how shameful she acted—her liver went cold, her face burned to the ears.
He is not awake. Right? He cannot be. He is not.
Yes, not awake. She had teased too long and bothered him. Probably. It is fine, he did not see.
Yuuri only groaned once.
Her heart pounded hard. She started a deep sigh of relief—and because of that, Ashley missed it.
”Fe?”
His arm. Yuuri’s strong arm reached out. His big hand gently rested on Ashley’s narrow waist, pulling her closer.
Smack!
”Ah!? ♡♡♡— Yuuri♡ What are you doing♡♡”
He shifted his hips, his warmth pressing against her. Yuuri’s presence felt overwhelming, even in his sleep.
The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension. Her heart raced as she felt his nearness, her body responding to his unconscious movements.
He was not awake.
Yet, the moment felt charged, as if the world around them had paused. The familiar bond they shared seemed to intensify, a silent connection that needed no words.
The mark on her skin, a symbol of their bond, glowed faintly, as if responding to the closeness. And her heart, always attuned to him, raced with a warmth that no distance could cool.
”Fuu, u♡ A, no, this…♡♡♡”
Her core fluttered, a sensation like the calm before a storm, the stillness before a surge of emotion.
Yuuri’s presence filled the space around her, his warmth enveloping her like a promise. It was as if she was offering her whole self to him, a silent vow of trust and devotion.
The bond between them pulsed, a magic that flowed through their connection, gentle yet powerful.
”A, a…♡ No, this…♡ Hi, hiyaaaa♡”
She felt it sweep through her, a tide of emotion that left no room for resistance. It was a surrender, not of body, but of heart, a willingness to be remade by the depth of their connection.
Too much, yet not enough. She knew there was no fighting it, no point in trying to hold back the flood of feelings that threatened to overwhelm her.
She could not win. She surrendered to the warmth of Yuuri’s presence, to the unspoken promise of their bond.
”S-stop… right? Yuuri♡ I will break♡ It’s coming deep, this is too much♡”
The emotions swelled, threatening to spill over.
She wanted to steady herself, to find some way to calm the storm within.
Feeling this way was fine. Being reshaped by their bond was fine.
But she feared the intensity would consume her, leaving her unable to think, unable to be herself.
”Hi♡ Hi♡ Fuuuu♡”
Even a shiver felt like too much, a risk of unleashing the floodgates.
As she took deep breaths, trying to settle her racing heart, the bond between them remained silent.
That silence was scarier. Ashley knew their connection never wasted energy. It meant she was already past the point of needing more reassurance.
Her mind could only process so much.
So she missed it.
While she focused on her breathing, her body reacted on its own, a natural response to his nearness. The bond they shared couldn’t exist without her reacting to his presence, even in his sleep.
”N, uhn…”
Her upper body swayed gently, as if drawn by an invisible thread.
”Pya♡ Yuuri, no, that, stop eeeee♡”
Even in sleep, Yuuri’s presence brought a warmth that was impossible to ignore. The bond they shared kept him from waking, yet no one could remain still under the weight of such a connection.
The emotions that had begun to fade flared up again. The magic of their bond flowed like a liquid through her, a reminder of how deeply they were tied.
”Hiiii♡ No, this is too much, nooo♡ This, can’t♡ I can’t hold it…♡ It’s coming, it’s coming♡ This, it’s coming♡♡”
Hold it—she had to hold it no matter what.
If she let go now, important parts of her might unravel, like threads coming loose. She trembled, trying to ride out the wave of emotions.
So she forgot again. The bond they shared would always earn a response.
”Hya, this♡ Fluttering, it’s flutteringggg♡”
She already knew what it meant.
The bond had taught her to embrace it, to let it in. That flutter.
She was happy. It should make her very happy, but letting it in now felt like too much.
She tried to pull away, but her legs felt weak, and she couldn’t move. All she could manage were small shifts that only intensified the emotions, lifting her heart higher.
”Haa♡ No, nooo♡ It won’t stop fluttering♡ It’s pulsing♡ Aaa, no, can’t anymore, nfu——♡♡”
She couldn’t hold back and bent forward.
Her legs, still moments ago, now moved to support her, squeezing her heart tight. The strong grip guided her emotions and pushed open the door to her deepest self.
Spurt!
”Nhaaaaaa♡♡ It’s overflowing, this, it’s overflowing♡ Warmth, spurting♡ Hot, hooot, warmth hoooot♡ Good, this, gooood♡♡”
The warmth poured in, a flood that ravaged her deepest places.
It felt good. Unbearably good. Her heart clenched with each wave. She twisted, seeking the angle that felt the most right.
”This is…♡ Amazing, …so happyyy♡ Haa♡ This, it’s coming♡”
Her heart, pushed to its limits, accepted the flood of emotions. The will to hold back vanished. She embraced every wave—the connection, the amplified joy from their bond. Her heart rose to the peak.
”Aa♡ Aa♡ This♡ Amazing, amazing feeling♡ It’s coming, Yuuri♡ I, it’s coming♡ With your warmth, I feeeeel♡”
Her heart twitched hard. Her body shook and wouldn’t stop.
She no longer feared being consumed by the joy. She thought only of reaching bliss in this moment with her loved one.
”Higu♡ This feeling♡ Yuuri♡ Yuuri♡ I feel♡ It’s coming♡ Fe——, feel feel feel feeeeeeel♡♡♡”
Her vision went white. Feeling left her arms and legs. Only the sweet tingle in her chest remained clear.
As her mind faded, the bond gripping her heart and the pulse of their connection stood out sharp.
”Haa♡ Ooo♡ Amazing, so amazing♡ Hee, he——, hahee!? “
Right after she tried to sink into the afterglow, the bond glowed brighter.
The magic flowing inside her grew. It mixed with the warmth Yuuri had shared and swirled tight in her heart.
”Again♡ It’s coming again♡ Magic, feels gooood♡”
This feeling was the culmination of all their bond had done for her.
With the joy, the magic focused to one point. She felt something warm born there.
”He, hahee…♡ Th-this, like with Shelmu-sama…”
She knew the feel of something inside.
She put a soft hand to her chest. Her soul should be there. It felt the same as when their bond had joined it.
The thing born in her heart slipped through her body toward her core.
”A, no way… this, skill—— funyaaaaaa♡♡♡”
The new skill merged with her soul.
The joy far outdid any other skill. If skills turned soul pain to joy to ease the burden, then the size of joy might match the skill’s power.
With that faint hope, she pictured the name of the skill she must have gained.
”Fee!? …Eh, can I really have this!? “
It was a rare skill any companion would want.
Even active companions like Ashley only pretended to use it in play sometimes. A strong skill.
She held out her hand with care and spoke the name.
”Pu… (Purification)…”
All the traces of their closeness vanished.
What was on Yuuri’s body, of course. What the bed had soaked up. Everything became clean, like the first moment she and Yuuri entered this place.
She looked down at the hand that had used the skill without thinking. Yes, she had felt envious when the goddess showed it off, but she never thought she would gain it so easily.
”This… maybe this skill should not be let out into the world, Shelm-sama…”
The ease of gaining the skill made her think of trouble before thanks. But she was already bound—the fact could not change. To protect Yuuri, she would have to grow more skills and strengthen her support.
With the new skill, the glow of their bond had faded.
The magic that had overwhelmed her had settled. The greatest joy a companion could feel now hid quiet.
But Ashley still stayed close to Yuuri.
”You’re still so warm♡”
She leaned in softly, her heart responding to his presence.
The warmth of their bond twitched in answer to the gentle connection.
”We can keep going, Yuuri♡ There are many more skills a companion would cherish. I promise they will all serve you♡ So please, show mercy, my master♡”
Inside their shared world, time stood still.
It would be a waste to end this rare chance with just one moment.
She pressed closer, like a challenge. The bond glowed again.
Wrapped in sweet, numb magical joy, Ashley began to move gently, her heart syncing with his.
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I want to gain skills through narration as little as possible, but some parts will have to be skipped…
*Things people might ask
Q. Does the crotch tattoo have a mind?
A. No. But it probably has something like AI built in. Reactions to what a familiar might do are set from the start and just run. This time Yuuri barely reacted, so it ended up like a fake partner.
Q. Yuuri’s (Familial Workshop) is a reincarnation bonus, so why does the count start ten years ago?
A. The workshop unlocked for real ten years ago when he remembered his past life, so the count inside starts there.
Q. About (Familial Workshop)’s ××…
A. Wait, please wait! Wait until we return to the main story!
Q. When do we go back to the main story!
A. Just a little more time and chapters…
(I feel a few more chapters are needed to tie up hints up to the crotch tattoo reveal in the main story… it changes a lot depending on how many Ashley attack scenes I add)
Q. Too many recollection chapters?
A. I had to make it long for hint payoff, Ashley’s secret actions behind the scenes, and the adult parts…! I will write more main story after, so forgive me!
Notes:
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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