Chapter 153 The Fragrance of Devotion and Desire
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
One should really be mindful of outside eyes until the soundproof door finally closes. But today, even that tiny bit of time felt maddeningly slow. Yuuri ignored the door as it slowly swung shut, roughly gripping Ashley’s delicate hand and striding toward the center of the room.
”Wait, wait, Yuuri! Please! You don’t need to rush so much; I’m not going anywhere, I promise! I’ll get undressed right away, okay? I’ll attend to you now.”
Ashley must have been worried about her sisters, who had just retreated, possibly catching a glimpse of her being practically dragged along. Once she heard the heavy, dull thud of the door sealing behind them, she sighed out her relief, then offered her service in a soothing, eager voice. True to her word, she began to skillfully unbutton her top with just one hand, but Yuuri’s grip on her slender fingers stopped her. What he felt then was a tremor in her hand, even through the thick gloves he still wore from his training. He looked down at her gaze, which held a faint trace of fear, and slowly made her release her hold on the fabric.
”Just stay like that.”
”Y-yes, Master darling! ¹“
The curt command made her delicate shoulders twitch, but her reply was a glossy voice full of anticipation. At the same time, the tension in her arm eased. Even when he let go of her hand, she remained motionless, her voluptuous chest pushed out, her Emerald-green eyes looking up at him.
This was the deeply ingrained conduct of a servant. If her master wished it, his word took precedence over any sense of shame or rule. Even if his gloved fingers fumbled with the tiny, black glossy buttons, which adorned her chest—a thoughtful, subtle touch to keep her inconspicuous beside the Princess—she was forbidden to assist him without permission, maintaining the exact posture she was ordered into. Naturally, pointing out that having her remove his gloves would be faster was absolutely out of the question. Tolerating this awkwardness was part of the servant’s etiquette.
”Seeing you like this, it makes me think I truly brought you to a place you don’t belong.”
”—The only place I truly belong is right next to you, Yuuri.”
Originally, for her Labyrinth protective gear, she should’ve been able to strip quickly even while wearing gloves. Yuuri wondered how his beloved interpreted his words. Yet, the answer he got was a heart sworn to him, its truth unmistakable, even if its true meaning was complex. It held within it deep affection and unwavering trust. Her brazen declaration calmed his restless feelings like the surface of the water early in the morning.
”Yeah… I guess so.”
”Yes, darling. Now then, please do whatever you want, Yuuri.”
Even with her slightly agitated husband calming down, Ashley’s attitude didn’t change. She offered up her overflowing bosom and didn’t move, as if this intimate ritual had been their agreement all along. Right, this wasn’t the Labyrinth floor where monsters roamed anymore. The recent memory of being prepared to abandon Ashley during their forced retreat kept stirring up weak, effeminate emotions in him. Yet, his dearest wife, though unaware she was the cause, was accommodating his childish act to comfort her distressed husband.
Oh, I really don’t ever want to let this woman go. She was his cherished, long-desired childhood friend, now bound to him unexpectedly. Their relationship was one that should have remained separated—a fact he felt he could credit, if grudgingly, to the heinous work of that tyrannical, rotten Goddess. But now, having connected their hearts, she was wonderfully gentle and accepting, waiting for him without mocking the ugliness of his fumbling attempt to remove his gloves.
”I’m taking them off now.”
”—<3″
He tossed the gloves to the floor and hooked his finger under a glossy button. His declaration, half-spoken to steady himself, was met only with a small, sweet smile, as if she was already granting her full consent. He felt a flutter of nervousness under the unwavering gaze of her Emerald-green eyes and finally slipped the button free. To his surprise, her taut breasts pushed the neckline wider, and the fabric around the second button strained, making him gasp. He hadn’t meant to do it, but he felt as though he was deliberately teasing Ashley’s greatest feature. Her steady gaze seemed to accuse him, and he was intensely intimidated.
But if I back down now, I’ll lose all my standing as a man. He bolstered his frightened heart with the zeal of an overbearing master, undoing the second and then the third button. When he’d opened the front just enough to pass over her head, the upper half of her bosom, encased in a pure white bra, was exposed right before his eyes.
”O-oh, ohh…!”
”Goodness, you see them every single day! You’re being so dramatic every single time!”
Even from her position as a devoted servant, Ashley sounded embarrassed and chiding, but Yuuri barely heard her over his own reaction. How could he ever get used to the two great peaks that changed their appearance depending on her outfit and the moment? This time, a slight warmth radiated from the flesh, damp with the heat of her recent training, a sweaty curve that stimulated his sight and smell with its never-failing allure.
”St-stay like that! Don’t you dare run away!”
”Huh—Kyaaah! <3 <3″
What kind of rough treatment was she expecting? She was already so accustomed to being fondled that a simple instruction shouldn’t have been necessary. That very instruction, to simply accept it, caused a look of confusion to appear on Ashley’s beautiful face. Feeling a sense of triumph at seeing her normally composed, iron mask crack, he grabbed the opened collar before she could brace herself. He thrust his face violently into her warm, damp cleavage. Even Ashley, as obedient as she was, broke her rule of stillness, pushing her palms against his head, trying desperately to pull him away.
”N-no, don’t! <3 I’m all sweaty! That’s gross! And I bet I smell awful, too! Ahh, please stop! <3 You’ll hate me, Yuuri! You’ll be disgusted by your stinky girl! <3 <3″
”Mmph, damn, that’s intense. Ashley’s smell is irresistible!”
He ignored the servant who could only mess up his hair due to the power of the (Familial Workshop) skill and pressed his nose deep into the soft, fleshy mounds. His mind went numb from the sweet-and-sour fragrance, like ripe fruit, that immediately filled his nostrils, and the slightly damp skin wet his cheek. As he burrowed his face, savoring the shadows of the yielding flesh, he let his tongue trace the curve, and the salty taste—evidence of her struggle during her unsuitable role as a decoy—spread across his mouth.
”Ah, ah, no! <3 Forgive me, Yuuri! Don’t find out about my unclean side! <3 <3″
”Agh, I can’t take it anymore. Ashley, I’m taking you right here, right now!”
He savored the soft cries of his wife, who could not control herself, and then lifted his ear from her heart, which was pounding like a frantic bell. He put his shoulder to her slender waist, wrapping his arms around her so she couldn’t escape, and declared his intense need. Only then did Ashley, smelling the evidence of her own body odor arousing her husband, let out a short, sweet cry that was amplified by the sensation of him stroking her hips. Her entire body, which had been stiff with resistance, suddenly went limp. He took advantage of her clinging to his back and lifted her. She submitted herself quietly, offering no resistance until he laid her down on the bed, her weight comforting and certain.
”Ugh, shouldn’t we use (Purification) to cleanse my body first?”
”Hmph. So you’re saying you’re fine with me losing my erection if you end up being completely odorless and tasteless?”
As Yuuri stroked her whole body, which lay sprawled on the bed, she tried one last desperate plea, her eyes darting around even while forbidden to resist. His answer was an immediate refusal. When he confronted her with the fact that her raw, natural state was what fueled her master’s lust, she twisted her face, almost crying, but said no more.
”Ugh, coming back from outside and dirtying everyone’s bed with dust…”
”Then just use (Purification) afterward.”
”Y-Yuuri, I like when you’re rough, but my best clothes might get torn…”
”What’s the point of having (Sewing)? If you’re worried about the protective spells, I’ll just give a new skill to any of you.”
Ashley, having given up on her husband’s apparent fetish for her ripened scent, still kept trying to stall, repeating various desperate excuses. However, Yuuri didn’t get angry at her resistance, only because this devout servant hadn’t resisted his hands when he first laid her down. He even suspected she was trying to provoke him into more thorough lovemaking. Following his mounting desire for rough play, he took pleasure in blocking every single escape route she tried.
”Well, are you finally done making excuses?”
”Ugh, you idiot, Yuuri! You perverse degenerate! <3″
When her excuses dried up, he pressed her, and she retorted with abuse she knew he deserved. Yet, by not resisting and only offering such provocative words, she was effectively whispering her love, signaling that her heart was ready. He pushed open her neckline again—it had straightened slightly from her squirming—and rolled up the skirt of her combat uniform, which never rode up during a fight, all the way to expose her pure white shorts. The concentrated fragrance intensified even more. The friction of her thighs had left her crotch clearly moist, the modest pubic hair visible through the thin fabric of her underwear.
”Whoa! You’re all wet yourself! Did you get your pussy wet just from me smelling you and anticipating?”
”Ngh, n-no, I didn’t! <3 It’s because your hard-on is so intense, Yuuri! The smell of that made me wet! <3 I-it’s because I’m a servant! This is unavoidable! <3 Ugh, I don’t have a fetish for being smelled! <3 <3″
It wasn’t strange for loving partners to be aroused by each other’s natural scent, even without the influence of the (Familial Workshop) skill affecting her sensitivity or body. But Ashley, though she had been raised somewhat playfully, had never been exposed to the vulgar talk of commoners. She insisted that his obsession with her scent was purely a perversion caused by his skill-induced transformation. It seemed she was determined to blame the (Familial Workshop) for everything, refusing to admit that excitement from odor could be natural.
Since he had already irrevocably remade Ashley’s body, convincing her through experience alone would be difficult. However, exposing his own tastes—the master who hadn’t undergone the servant transformation—might still silence her argument.
”—No, I do have that fetish. Seeing you girls melt from the smell of my cock or my sweat just makes me want to cherish your pussy right then and there. If I told you I was obsessed with the smell only you can make, wouldn’t you want to wet your pussy and beg me to stick my cock in?”
”H-huh? <3 Eeeeeh?! <3 <3″
What did his partner truly think when they made love? The man’s perspective couldn’t fully gauge the sensitivity of a servant’s altered body. Similarly, Ashley, while joyous about being a servant, probably assumed that this particular fetish would never exist if she hadn’t been changed. Thus, she shrieked in surprise at his sudden exposure of his sexual preference.
But even though her memories might now be skewed toward their sexual encounters after she became a servant, she should remember her former self. While her sense of smell might now be specialized to keenly detect her master’s scent, was the scent she perceived in the past truly unconnected to her sexual preferences? Unconsciously or not, if Ashley had always been this devoted to him, she must have taken a deep breath in the brief moments they were close. Looking back at her wide, Emerald-green eyes with a straight face, he saw a dawning realization. Her gaze started to drift away. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find an excuse, but realizing she had no reply, her lips curved into a wicked smile.
”Y-yes, I would! <3 Thinking about you getting a huge hard-on because you’re thinking of me makes me want to comfort you with my pussy! <3—A-and… <3 Now that I think about it, when I sneaked into your room to turn me into a servant, I got my legs wet from the smell of you after you worked up a lot of sweat! <3″
”Hey! You always forget what’s convenient for you!”
That was just before Ashley became a servant. She wouldn’t have had the servant’s enhanced sense of smell yet, so if she was aroused by his scent then, she had no more excuses. Ironically, this proved how intense the transformation into a servant had been, but it was self-centered of her to be surprised by her master’s preference while ignoring her past. He pretended to be furious at her selective memory, but when she mumbled a quiet, playful retort, suggesting she might have snuggled up to him for the smell even in their hometown, his anger faded.
Instead, he kneaded her breasts right over her exposed bra and lightly pinched the clitoris pushing against her shorts. Ashley, realizing her slip-up, made her Crotch Tattoo glow, signaling her surrender.
”Lift your hips. I’m going to punish that selfish, impertinent pussy by stuffing my cock into it.”
”Y-yes, Master! <3 <3 The wanton pussy of an unvirtuous wife who pretended she wasn’t happy! Please spank it hard with your husband’s strong cock! <3 <3″
Sometimes, becoming a servant can cause misunderstandings, but overcoming those only leads to a stronger, deeper love. Having deepened their bond once more, Yuuri whispered his desire—which had reached its breaking point—to his beautiful wife. With a lewd apology, just as her husband liked, Ashley lifted her hips as instructed, helping him pull down her shorts. With a wet sound, the shorts were stripped down, left dangling on one foot as a wicked trophy. He spread her legs, clad in white thigh-high socks, and pinned her down, ensuring she couldn’t escape the coming insertion.
”I-I’m ready, darling. <3 Whenever you want.”
”Yeah.”
The already soaked entrance of her vagina twitched, spasming expectantly for his manhood. Looking up, his eyes were met by the crimson glow of her Crotch Tattoo, her breasts spilling out of her top, and the beautiful, expectant face of his wife. Satisfied that this beautiful girl was fully in his possession, he leaned forward. He pressed the tip of his glans against the clinging, waiting flesh petals and thrust his hips forward.
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Summary:
In the breathless aftermath of a Labyrinth retreat, Yuuri’s possessive desire for his wife, Ashley, overwhelms him. Inside the soundproof room, the powerful master demands her devotion, struggling with his thick gloves in a display of conflicted affection. Ashley, the dedicated servant, submits willingly but playfully challenges his intense scent fetish. The scene escalates as Yuuri forces her to confront her own long-suppressed arousal from his body odor, leading to her full surrender and a heated, intimate punishment on the bed. The tension between Yuuri’s mastery and Ashley’s servitude dissolves into an intense act of passion.
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Character Insight:
Ashley’s deep devotion is absolute, even overriding her natural embarrassment, a testament to her ‘servant’ nature which she now uses as a defense for her own heightened sexual response. Yuuri’s obsession with her natural fragrance reveals his primal, possessive need to claim her, which momentarily distracts him from the guilt of his past actions. His rough exterior and commanding voice are a cover for his emotional turbulence.
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Behind the Scene:
This chapter is the passionate climax following the tense retreat from the Labyrinth, where Yuuri’s internal conflict over his decision to abandon Ashley came to a head. The explicit scene is an immediate release of that stress and guilt, channeled into intense, intimate reaffirmation of their bond. The detailed focus on the servant rules highlights the bizarre, yet real, constraints of their magical world setting.
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T/L:
1 [Darling] is used here for “~Haii <3” to convey the highly affectionate and submissive tone in U.S. English ↩
Notes:
• 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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