Chapter 195 Preparation*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Even after the world-shaking waves of a climax that drained every ounce of strength from her limbs, Ashley remained as she was-lost in a syrupy afterglow, a vacant, blissful smile plastered on her face.
She seemed to be drowning in pure ecstasy. When I tentatively called her name, she offered no verbal reply, instead protesting my intrusion by clamping her v**inal walls around me in a desperate, rhythmic pulse. Perhaps the fact that I hadn’t relied on my tentacles this time, choosing instead to claim her with my own flesh, had provided a deeper sense of emotional fulfillment. I stayed buried inside her for a while, watching her, but far from offering a servant’s gratitude for my favor, she began to grind her hips against me once more.
”Hey now. You just swore your eternal loyalty as my servant, and here you are trying to sneak off into another world of pleasure all by yourself?” Yuuri asked.
It was Ashley, and no one else, who had first lured me into this endless cycle of hedonism. But that certainly wasn’t a blank check for her to indulge herself without restraint. Now that I had the task of persuading Marina and Suzuri ahead of me, I couldn’t afford to let my head maid slip into such lazy, self-indulgent habits-ignoring her master’s will for the sake of a few more sparks of ecstasy.
”Nngh…! Hah… ahh… ohooo…! ♡♡” Ashley moaned.
Deciding that the pampering ended here, I began to pull my c**k out of her p**sy, despite the desperate, clenching resistance of her walls. She fought me with the primal, single-minded focus of an animal that had traded its intellect for pure sensation. But as the plug was finally removed, the dam broke; she squeezed her thighs together and strained, trying to keep my seed trapped deep within her womb. Her consciousness still hadn’t fully returned, yet she instinctively lunged forward, crawling toward my hardening length like a starving predator.
Her sheer, bottomless greed for pleasure was almost admirable. However, her arms were still too weak to support her weight, leaving her unable to lift her face high enough to take me in. I reached down, scooping up her heavy breasts to hoist her body up. She let out a high-pitched, nasal whimper, but the second her tongue tasted the milky beads clinging to the glans, her lethargy vanished. With the terrifying speed of a hunter, she buried my entire length deep in her throat.
”Whoa…! Talk about a hungry girl…!” Yuuri muttered.
I flinched for a second, half-expecting her to bite it off, but my servant’s obsession with my seed was far too profound for such violence. My hands slipped from her breasts as she stabilized herself; those slender arms, which had been trembling moments ago, now locked around my waist with surprising strength. I tried to crack a joke to mask the slight shiver of primal fear her intensity gave me, but she didn’t even acknowledge it. I brushed the damp bangs from her forehead, revealing emerald eyes that were still unfocused, struggling to latch onto anything but the c**k in front of her. Her eyelids fluttered, fighting the urge to slide shut, her pupils darting restlessly as she focused on her task.
”Heh. Look at you. For someone who hated me pulling out, you’re certainly being a devoted little girl now. If I just leave it in your p**sy, you get satisfied and go to sleep… and while that’s fine sometimes, I want to take my time inspecting this body of yours now that it’s officially mine. You don’t have to rush the cleanup, but once you’re done, I’m going to adore you properly in the bathroom,” I said quietly.
The bedroom was kept dim for the sake of atmosphere, but for a true inspection, the bathroom was far superior. The lighting was better, and the standing positions allowed for a much better view of a servant’s assets.
Ashley seemed to take the hint. Her gaze flickered toward me for a heartbeat before she sank her head just a little deeper onto my c**k, a deliberate, grounding movement. As she slurped and swallowed my essence with instinctive hunger, the fog in her mind finally seemed to lift. With a series of slick, rhythmic sounds, she finished her work, pursing her lips to scrape every last sensitive drop from the membrane. Finally, she gave the tip a lingering kiss and swallowed audibly, shielding her mouth with her fingers like a proper lady.
”Good girl. Now… strip. Everything. Mine too,” I commanded.
I stroked her flushed cheek, staring directly into those upturned emerald eyes. Ashley gave a small, demure nod. She was likely delaying the use of her Purification¹ magic on purpose, choosing to stay intoxicated by the scent of my seed a little longer. Knowing that her being drunk on me would make the next round even better, I decided to be a generous master and allow it.
The moment I let go, she reached for her own bodice. Here was the professional head maid; with a tight-lipped, focused expression, her practiced fingers flew through the buttons. In the blink of an eye, the apron dress was cast aside. She didn’t hesitate for a second with her silk undergarments. Before I could even process the speed of her movements, she stood before me in her birthday suit, even shaking out her hair so it cascaded over her shoulders in a silver silken curtain.
”Please… excuse me… ♡” she whispered.
The woman standing before me was no longer a plaything lost to pleasure; she was the alluring, hyper-competent Chief Servant. She flaunted the voluptuous curves previously hidden by her stiff uniform, pressing close enough for me to see the swaying of her breasts and the glowing crotch tattoo²-the shimmering crest that marked her as my absolute property.
My c**k throbbed in immediate response to her silent provocation, but Ashley didn’t let herself get distracted. She moved to undress me with a calm, subservient grace that felt like a challenge in itself-forcing me to maintain my composure as a master while I burned with the urge to throw her back onto the bed and make her scream.
”All is prepared, Master… ♡” Ashley said, her voice steady.
”Good. We’re both a mess. Before we go talk to Yui, we need to get ourselves clean,” I replied.
My redundant instruction was a subtle answer to her unspoken question: How would you like to inspect me? By telling her I wouldn’t be carrying her to the bath, I was ordering her to lead the way and act as the spectacle. Ashley didn’t miss a beat. She slid off the bed, a viscous trail tracing a path down her inner thigh, and began to walk toward the glass-walled bathroom with a steady, elegant stride.
”Ah… ♡ Master, the gift you bestowed upon me is… simply overflowing… ♡” she teased, pausing to look back.
”…That’s your own fault. Your p**sy felt so good I ended up pumping more into you than you could possibly hold,” I said.
She stopped after a few paces, using her fingers to spread the soft, fleshy cheeks of her bottom for my benefit. She was letting the seed she had so desperately tried to keep leak out just to drive me wild, all while her crotch tattoo remained dark, as if to mock me-to show that I was the only one truly in heat. Driven by a sudden spike of possessive hunger, I stared at her retreating form. Ashley glanced back over her shoulder, stuck her tongue out playfully, and darted through the glass door.
”Why, that little…!”
My curse didn’t reach her, but she didn’t need to hear it. She could surely feel my gaze-thick with animal lust and the dark promise of exactly how I was going to break her-burning into her skin. Even as I watched her through the glass, her hands roaming over her own glowing skin in a mock-innocent tease, I forced myself to wait. I had ordered a spectacle, and I would let her finish the performance before I delivered her punishment.
Finally, after flaunting every inch of her stunning physique, Ashley stood in the center of the bathroom, hands folded demurely in front of her, and bowed. That was the signal. I burst into the room and immediately seized those arrogant, heavy breasts.
”Ahn…! ♡” Ashley gasped.
”God, I never get tired of these tits,” I growled, kneading them roughly.
Her n**ipss pebbled instantly, pushing back against my palms. Despite her teasing attitude, she was just as worked up as I was. Smirking, I dragged her toward the massive vanity mirror.
”Look at yourself. Look at this lewd, greedy body of yours. Remind yourself that every inch of this belongs to your Master.”
”Aah…! It’s so much…! My body… you really can’t get enough of it, can you, Yuuri? ♡ Your c**k is grinding right against my ass… it’s so swollen and hard… it looks like it hurts… ♡” Ashley whispered, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection.
The mirror was far too large for a simple bathroom; it was built for the express purpose of letting lovers watch themselves lose their humanity. Over the past year, I had forced every one of my servants to look into this glass-to see their own bodies being claimed by a man possessed by desire, until the image of their own submission became their only reality.
I stood behind her, grabbing her wrists and hoisting them high above her head. Ashley leaned back into me, pressing her rear firmly against my c**k as she wound her arms around my neck.
”Unbelievable…. To think I get to do whatever I want with this… forever…” I muttered.
”Yes…! ♡ From now on, and forever, please use me whenever you wish, Yuuri…! ♡ I will dedicate myself to your pleasure every single day… just so I can be of use to you until the very end…! ♡♡”
Reflected in the mirror, she looked like nothing more than a meat apron³-a provocative display of her body, worn solely for my satisfaction.
The scent of Ashley’s hair, brushing against my lips, was an intoxicating floral haze that sent my thoughts spinning. Drawn in by the vivid emerald eyes staring back at me through the mirror, I let my hand slide from her slender arm to the silken, damp warmth of her underarm.
”Nngh… I knew it-ssu,” Ashley whispered. “My Lord, you really do love my breasts, don’t you? ♡”
As she braced herself, I could feel the supple give of her flesh over the firm, athletic spring of her muscles. I weighed her heavy breasts-the undeniable result of her physical conditioning-and began to tease her n**ipss, rolling the hard, sharp peaks between my fingers.
”Haaah… ah, ahhh! ♡” she cried out. “If you pinch them so sweetly… my crotch tattoo⁴ is going to start glowing again! My very core is thrumming… it’s begging for you, Master! ♡♡”
”Tch… shut it,” I said. “Don’t start tempting me while I’m still enjoying this. I’m going to spend plenty of time kneading that wide, breeding ass of yours soon enough. For now, just stay quiet and offer yourself to me.”
Glancing in the mirror, I saw the mark on Ashley’s lower belly already pulsing with a faint, dark-crimson light. At this rate, her wanton need would drive her to take what she wanted by force. I decided to distract her-briefly.
Reluctantly parting from the weight of her breasts, I traced the curve of her waist down to her soft, feminine belly. I teased the dip of her navel with a fingertip before pressing firmly against the tattoo on her lower abdomen. At the same time, my other hand relentlessly worked the thick flesh of her rear as she reflexively ground herself against my length.
Every inch of her would be mine, forever-no matter how many years passed.
The thought sent a violent surge of blood to my c**k. Ashley’s hands, locked behind my neck, trembled and went rigid as she felt me swell against her.
”Put your hands on the glass,” I commanded. “A bad Servant who irritates her Master needs to be taught a lesson with her body.”
”Yes…! ♡” Ashley whimpered. “My Lord’s… your big, strong c**k… Please, ram it deep into me… I’m so wet and ready for your seed! ♡♡”
With our mutual hunger laid bare, I whispered into her ear while continuing to stroke her. Ashley let go of my back and, trembling, pressed her palms against the great mirror. Her eyes, however, were wide with anticipation as she looked back at me over her shoulder. She spread her legs, submissively presenting her thick, rounded rear.
”Hmph. Look at you,” I noted. “You’re dripping with a completely different juice than the mess I left in you earlier.”
”Ah… no…! ♡” she gasped. “But I can’t help it! My body has a duty to comfort you! Just knowing you’re going to love me again… I don’t want to just rely on the mercy of what you gave me before. I want to be ready for you on my own! ♡♡”
My wise wife was already melting and fully prepared. Far from arguing, she claimed her arousal was merely her being diligent in her duties. I raised a hand as if to strike her in punishment, but instead, I slowly, firmly caressed her cheek. She let out a long, feverish sigh, the tension draining from her body as she succumbed to the heat.
”A good attitude,” I said. “I suppose you’re ready to be used, then.”
”Yes… please… anytime… ♡” she breathed.
Her whimpering reply tickled my ear. I pushed her buttocks aside, exposing her puckered, waiting entrance. Without a moment’s hesitation, I buried myself inside her, conquering her all the way to the hilt in a single, deep drive. Ashley’s hips buckled and shook, but she ground her teeth and braced her legs, fighting to keep her form.
”Oh… ohhh! ♡ Ahh… gh! ♡♡”
I began to grate against her walls, rhythmically pounding into the depths of her. Every time I bottomed out, the countless folds of her heat clamped down on me, sending waves of pleasure up my spine that threatened to white out my vision.
But I couldn’t let my knees go weak. I wouldn’t spoil the moment for my darling wife while she was so beautifully lost in her own ecstasy. I tightened my core, refusing to show a shred of unseemliness. I kept my focus on her n**ipss, rolling them relentlessly as I thrust with enough force to lift her off her heels.
”Fuoh… ah, ahh! ♡” she wailed. “It’s piercing me so deep! You’re lifting the entrance to my womb… checking the baby’s room… checking to see if I can carry your child… you’re working so hard to make sure! ♡♡”
”Ugh… damn right!” I grunted. “You’re already trying to suck my c**k into your uterus after only a few strokes! Even without the tattoo’s command, you’d get pregnant the second I stopped playing safe!”
Just how much had this Servant’s body been modified for my convenience? I wondered if I could actually get all my wives pregnant at the exact same time even without the magical mark.
No, that would be unfair to the ones who weren’t here…
As my mind wandered for a split second, I felt Ashley’s gaze. She was glaring at me through the mirror with a pout.
”Right now… think only about me! ♡♡”
I’d made a mistake. I’d forgotten, even for a second, that I was dealing with my most formidable Servant.
Before I could recover, she clamped down on me with a ferocious squeeze and began to roll her hips in a lethal, serpentine “death roll.” I tried to counter, but I realized too late that I’d been standing too freely, with nothing to grab onto to stabilize myself.
I struggled just to keep my footing as Ashley’s pace accelerated, her hips a blur of motion. I wasn’t about to be forced into a pathetic, premature climax. I reached under her arms, locked my hands behind her neck in a full nelson⁵, and lifted her entire body off the ground.
”Hyaah?! Ah… no way! ♡♡”
”Gh… sorry,” I growled. “But I’m not weak enough to let you win that easily. As an apology, I won’t let this end with just one-I’m going to love you over and over tonight!”
I locked my grip tight behind her slender neck. With my feet firmly planted and her weight supported entirely by my strength, Ashley’s toes dangled uselessly above the floor. Her means of resistance were gone.
”Ahhh! ♡ I… I can’t fight back! ♡” she cried out. “It’s like being crushed by your big, strong body… I’ve been turned into nothing but a hole to make you feel good! ♡♡”
”That’s right!” I said. “And because we’re standing like this, you get to watch everything in the mirror-your breasts bouncing, and your p**sy swallowing every inch of me!”
She was trapped. It wasn’t the messy restraint of tentacles, but a clean, absolute immobilization that used her own anatomy against her. Her arms and legs flailed in empty air, unable to find purchase.
The sight of herself-exposed, helpless, and being toyed with exactly as I pleased-seemed to break her last shred of defiance. The Ashley who had been so grumpily rampaging was now purring, her v**inal walls rippling and fawning over the c**k that held her skewered.
”It’s… it’s incredible, My Lord! ♡♡ Ahh… you’re seeing everything… everything! ♡ The face I make when I’m thinking dirty things… the breasts you love so much… Even the tattoo that proves I’m yours… and my greedy p**sy yielding to you… you’re watching it all while you fuck me senseless! I’m going to c**m! ♡♡”
”Heh. I’ve spent too long relying on tentacles,” I replied. “Be happy, Ashley-you’re the first one I’ve ever done this with!”
In the past, simple s*x was enough to convey our feelings, and I’d had little reason to experiment. But now, with my powers fully realized, even a difficult position like this was effortless.
”Haaah… the first? ♡ I… I love that… I love this! ♡♡” she sobbed with pleasure. “Being used like an object while you watch… it’s the best feeling in the world, being shown that I’m yours! ♡♡”
As she realized her struggling was futile, Ashley’s expression melted into a blissful, masochistic grin. Her breasts swayed and slapped against her chest with a heavy, wet sound that spurred me on, making my c**k throb with renewed vigor inside her.
Ashley felt the heat within her grow even harder and more predatory. Terrified and thrilled, she clamped her walls around me, whimpering for a mercy she knew I had no intention of giving.
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Summary:
Following a satisfying s*xual encounter, Yuuri and Ashley prepare for their next move. Ashley transitions from a pleasure-drunken state to her professional maid persona, though she continues to provocatively tease her master.
Yuuri engages in a vigorous s*xual encounter with his servant-wife Ashley in front of a large mirror. Despite Ashley’s attempts to dominate the pace with her physical strength, Yuuri asserts his authority through a full nelson lift. The scene emphasizes their master-servant dynamic and the supernatural influence of the crotch tattoo.
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Trivia:
- Ashley deliberately delays using her ‘Purification’ magic to stay smelling of Yuuri.
- Yuuri’s choice not to use tentacles this time led to more emotional fulfillment for Ashley.
- The mention of persuading Marina and Suzuri suggests upcoming plot points regarding the other girls.
- The mirror in the bathroom has been a tool for ‘breaking’ and conditioning the servants over the past year.
- Ashley’s back muscles are specifically noted as being highly trained.
- The ‘crotch tattoo’ is a mark of ownership and submission.
- Yuuri has other wives/servants, and his wandering thoughts about them provoke Ashley’s jealousy.
- This is the first time Yuuri has performed this specific standing position without tentacle assistance
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Character Insight:
Ashley shows high intelligence by using her ‘servant’ role to actually control the pace of the master’s arousal. Yuuri is becoming increasingly obsessed with the visual confirmation of his ownership.
Ashley demonstrates a blend of athletic capability and psychological submission, viewing her pleasure as a ‘duty.’ Yuuri shows growth in his physical control, moving away from reliance on external magical aids (tentacles) to his own physical strength.
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Behind the Scenes:
The term ‘Meat Apron’ (Niku no Maekake) is a classic trope in Japanese adult literature, referring to a woman being used as a human accessory.
The author notes that the bathroom scene was originally intended to be shorter but expanded due to the character dynamics.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• 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 have muscles but slim. Her breasts are very large, full, high-set, and overtly described as “too big for her frame,”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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