Chapter 207 The Livery*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The straitjacket I had conjured was a far cry from the standard model with its myriad of securing belts. My goal was to inflict upon Yui the utter humiliation of being bound by a “lowly human.” If I couldn’t have my way with her while she wore it, there was no point in dressing her in such a fashion. Consequently, I couldn’t use a crotch strap to secure her arms, nor could I allow any slack in the fabric if I wanted to accentuate the lines of her body. (I need her to see exactly what she’s become.)
As a result, dressing the slumbering Goddess was a grueling task. Using my tentacles would have been effortless, but that would have left the garment-and the bed-smothered in slime. To make Yui truly feel the sting of defeat upon waking, I couldn’t leave any evidence of such “cheating.” Suzuri and I had to work in the shadows, busying ourselves with the fitting like two thieves in the night.
”Hey, her breasts are caught. Are you sure these measurements are right?” Yuuri asked.
”Yes, Master. However, it seems her backside isn’t quite settled in. It must have slipped when we turned her on her side,” Suzuri replied.
It was like watching a cicada’s emergence in reverse. The straitjacket was a hollow shell designed to fit Yui’s form with surgical precision; tucking one limb in meant another would inevitably bulge out. The only saving graces were Suzuri’s tireless patience and the fact that Yui was blissfully unaware of the trap closing around her. Despite our fumbling, we eventually managed to shove her in up to the shoulders, painstakingly sealing the back before cinching the belts one by one.
”I’m done with manual labor. Next time, I’m leaving this to Ashley,” Yuuri said.
”Hehe. By its very nature, just putting it on is a trial. But the fact that Yuuri-sama personally went to such trouble will surely become a cherished memory for Yui-dono¹ one day,” said Suzuri.
The moment the last belt was tightened, I collapsed onto the bed, exhaling a long-held breath. In truth, now that Suzuri no longer feared Yui, I could have enlisted Ashley’s help. But having invited her to the bedroom, I didn’t have the heart to use her as mere labor and then cast her aside. (Besides, I don’t want to risk losing focus on the guest of honor.) The point was to etch the joy of submission into Yui’s very soul, and for that, I wanted as few hands involved as possible.
”Well, I suppose the struggle was worth it for the first time. Dressing this creature up as my personal doll… it was a surprisingly entertaining project,” Yuuri remarked.
”Indeed. Oh, how obscenely beautiful she is,” Suzuri whispered.
Despite my grumbling, I couldn’t simply ignore the fruit of our labor. Urged on by Suzuri’s intense gaze, I rolled Yui onto her back. (Does this bitch look good in absolutely anything?)
”Gunu… I have enough confidence in my own body to hope I please you, Yuuri-sama, but even I can’t compete with this!” Suzuri said, her voice tight with envy.
Yui lay limp beneath us. She was no longer the “common” woman in lingerie she had been moments ago. Clad in that specialized restraint that showcased her stunning physique, she looked-impossibly-as if she belonged there. I held back Suzuri, who was being drawn in by some primal magnetism, and studied my wife anew. My eyes were drawn first to her breasts, previously crushed beneath her weight; now, cinched by the straps, they defied gravity in perfect, rounded swells. Despite that lethal volume, the line from her shoulder to her waist was impossibly lithe. Even through the heavy fabric, her daintiness was undeniable. The contrast between her exposed face and the stark, clinical white of the jacket felt eerily right, as if this bizarre attire was her natural state. Her limbs were pulled taut, wrists and ankles cinched, the excess fabric hiding the very shape of her hands and feet.
”O-o-oh… what a magnificent body. Please, I wish to be rewarded immediately with those as my pillow!” Suzuri cried.
”I know the feeling, but hold on. It’ll ruin the mood if she bolts the second she wakes up. We put her in this thing for a reason-let’s make sure she stays put,” said Yuuri.
Faced with the Goddess who was now nothing more than her master’s property, Suzuri pressed her claim for the “first prize,” looking ready to bury her face in that defiant cleavage. I pushed her back again, centered Yui on the bed, and took the long leads from her restraints, hooking them into the fasteners hidden beneath the frame. Once Yui was securely spread-eagle, Suzuri-who had been in her loungewear-instantly shifted into her shinobi gear, unable to restrain herself a moment longer as she pounced atop her.
”I knew it. Was that Darkness Wrap²?” Yuuri asked.
”Yes! I wear this daily so I can offer my heat to Yuuri-sama at a moment’s notice!” Suzuri chirped.
Even in the peace of the Workshop, one couldn’t stay in full dungeon-raid gear forever. We’d started with family restaurant polo shirts for our downtime, but now, with skills like Tailoring and Shiromuku maxed out, everyone relaxed in their own style. Suzuri, however, had the bad habit of using Darkness Wrap to maintain the illusion of clothing that would vanish the moment she lost focus. I’d told her to cut it out, but she insisted it was her way of “staying ready” for me. To make matters worse, she’d occasionally make the fabric real just to mess with my head when I tried to check. I’d had my doubts about her “clothes” before, but right now, her exhibitionism was the perfect tool for shaming the Goddess.
”So, that means I can just rip this away and bury myself in you right now?” Yuuri growled.
”Yes! Please, show Yui-dono exactly how Yuuri-sama’s servant is loved! Let her see the example!” Suzuri moaned.
Despite my harsh tone-a mock punishment for her “disobedience”-Suzuri only wiggled her backside in delight. I stroked the sturdy, hakama-like fabric of her lower half; it felt so real I couldn’t tell the difference. Marveling at her mastery of the skill, I flexed my hand. The thick fabric tore as easily as wet paper. From beneath the ruins of her black garb emerged the same style of white panties we’d made for Yui. I ripped those away too, and as they dissipated into mist, the lewd fluids they’d caught splattered onto the bedsheets.
”Hmph. You’re more than ready. Your slit is throbbing,” Yuuri noted.
”Haa… ahh… You loved me so thoroughly earlier… It is only proper for a servant to wait with her flower blooming when her Master calls. Haa… finally, you’re going to use my hole… don’t tease me, just slide it all the way in!” Suzuri pleaded.
She thrust out her pale, healthy backside. The sight of those firm, vibrant curves made me ache with such heat it forced my bathrobe open. Using her unmatched senses, Suzuri pressed her slick opening directly against me without even looking. I fought the urge to just thrust blindly. I grabbed her slender wrists and pulled her upright. Suzuri looked back, a pout forming as I ruined the angle she’d set up to swallow me, but when I embraced her from behind, stroking her skin through the tatters of her gear, her face flushed and melted into pure lust.
”Aahn… I was ready for you to just take me…” Suzuri whimpered.
”Don’t be like that. I didn’t change my mind to tease you. Since I’m taking you anyway, it’d be a waste to just satisfy my own needs and call it a day,” said Yuuri.
It was hard to believe this delicate frame was the same one that had toyed with so many monsters. (How she maintains that agility while carrying those weights is a mystery.) But the results spoke for themselves. This body-a perfect blend of healthy curves and peerless ability-was something I could never tire of. I savored the silkiness of her skin and the hidden strength of her muscles as I ran my hands from her waist to her chest, roughly cupping her soft breasts. Suzuri stiffened in my arms, a sharp cry of ecstasy escaping her throat.
”Haa… you shouldn’t… I haven’t bathed yet… The smell… it must be unpleasant,” she whispered.
”Shut up. That scent is proof of how hard you work for us. Besides, you’re reeking of a female in heat. You’re telling me you don’t want your own musk to make me stay hard?” Yuuri countered.
As I ground against her, Suzuri writhed, her body burning with a feverish need. She looked like she might bolt just from the intensity of it, so I buried my face in the crook of her neck. A scent like spiced wood filled my lungs, making my head spin. She seemed to think my momentary pause was a sign of disgust, but when I used blunt force to mash against her, she realized her mistake. Suzuri stopped rushing. Instead, she braced herself with trembling arms, offering her body up to her Master’s whims and letting out whimpering, coquettish moans as she surrendered to my touch.
”Haa… it feels… so good… ♡ To have my body cherished by Yuuri-sama³ like this… it sets my very soul on fire… ♡ And to think, right here in front of the lady Yui-dono’s radiant form, that I could be the one granted such favor… ♡ I… I can’t help it… I feel a wicked sense of triumph, even if it’s only a little… ♡♡”
”Of course you do,” Yuuri said. “I’ve never ranked your bodies against one another. …But, given why we’re actually here, I can’t spend the whole night just playing with you, can I? Your precious legs have been death-gripping my c**k for a while now. If I don’t move soon, I’m going to end up painting Yui’s crotch instead.”
In the hierarchy of a servant’s duty, it was a cardinal sin to receive their master’s seed anywhere but the depths of the womb. With that unwritten law⁴ hanging over her, the moment her Master declared his peak, it was the servant’s place to gratefully offer her flesh and prepare herself for immediate entry.
Thus, with a lingering regret, Suzuri broke their embrace. Like a perfectly disciplined servant, she instantly prostrated herself, thrusting her hips high into the air. She turned her head, ruthlessly burying her cheek into Yui’s massive, soft breasts-treating the Goddess’s divine anatomy as nothing more than a convenient rug to facilitate her mating.
”Ah… your rod… please, Yuuri-sama, grant me your thick, divine Mara⁵… ♡ For your sake, my Lord, my husband…! ♡ Just as you commanded, I’ve dressed Yui-dono in a manner befitting her new place… ♡♡ So please… my reward⁶…! I can’t live without your heat… have mercy on this pitiful servant…! ♡♡”
Fluid dripped incessantly from her core. Clinging to the tattered remains of her robes, Suzuri lifted her knees, her slender legs trembling as she tried to bring her opening a fraction closer to his shaft. Yui, pinned beneath half of the girl’s weight, knitted her brows in a fitful, uncomfortable sleep.
Yuuri gripped those shivering buttocks with a firm hand and drove his hips forward without mercy. His c**k was instantly swallowed by a searing, slick heat, sinking to the very hilt as if the girl’s body were trying to inhale him.
”Ngh… H-haaaah…! ♡ Ohhhhhh…!! ♡♡”
The intense clamping of her walls combined with the violent spasming of her hips sent jolts of pure electricity through him, making stars dance in his vision. Suzuri’s voice, which had been as clear as a silver bell despite her desperation, broke into a raw, guttural howl of instinct. The sound pierced his eardrums, drowning him in a dizzying sense of euphoria.
As his consciousness began to haze, any lingering thoughts of Yui’s humiliation or the need to be gentle with Suzuri evaporated. He shifted his grip from her rounded ass to her narrow waist and began to jackhammer into her. Suzuri’s screams reached a deafening crescendo, sounding more like a territorial roar than a plea.
”Uugh… nnn… what…? Heavy… so noisy…”
The shockwaves of every thrust hitting the back of Suzuri’s womb traveled through her cheek and vibrated through Yui’s breasts. Even a Sleeping Beauty couldn’t stay under while her rest was being so violently disturbed. Her exquisite face twisted in a grimace; she turned her head once, twice, before her thick lashes fluttered and her eyelids slid open. Her rainbow-colored eyes wandered blankly for a moment, searching the air.
”Ngh… Ahh…! ♡ Ohhh-nnn!! ♡♡”
”Huh…?” Yui stammered. “Suzuri-chan…? Wh-what is-!?”
The moment she came to, Yui was met with the sight of Suzuri’s face-melted and unfocused with bliss-and ears filled with the girl’s nonsensical, beast-like keening. Then came the unmistakable rhythm, and the heavy, musky scent of her Master’s arousal. Being a servant herself, the smell hit her like a physical blow, and Yui’s face was instantly scorched a deep, shameful crimson.
”Wh-Yuuri-kun!?” Yui cried. “Suzuri, too!? Wh-what on earth are you doing!?”
”Fugh… H-ih… I’m going… I’m going…! I’m cumminggggg!! ♡♡”
It was clear Yui didn’t want to believe it-that a lewd act was being performed right on top of her while she slept. But Yuuri had no intention of letting her retreat into denial. To ensure she understood that this humiliation was her reality, he accelerated his pace, driving into the reward-crazed Suzuri until she was screaming on the edge of a total breakdown.
”Wait, stop-!”
”I’m c**ming! I’m c**ming! I’m CUMMINGGGGG!! ♡♡♡”
Yui’s attempt to salvage her dignity was drowned out by the sheer volume of the climax. She stared, jaw-dropped and speechless, unable to look away from the sight of the unraveling Suzuri.
Yuuri looked down at the bound Goddess with cold composure, his c**k still grinding against the back of her servant’s womb. He could feel Yui’s gaze burning into his skin. Finally snapping out of her daze, Yui’s face twisted with a mix of fury and defeat, her rainbow eyes shimmering with tears of pure, unadulterated shame as she glared up at him.
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Summary:
Yuuri and Suzuri painstakingly dress the unconscious Goddess Yui in a custom-made, restrictive straitjacket to solidify her status as a submissive ‘servant.’ After securing her to the bed, Yuuri turns his attention to Suzuri, rewarding her loyalty by engaging in a passionate s*xual encounter. The chapter emphasizes the power dynamic and the use of magical skills for domestic and erotic purposes.
Yuuri engages in a s*xual act with his servant Suzuri directly on top of the sleeping Goddess Yui. The act is framed as a ritualistic ‘reward’ for Suzuri’s service in dressing Yui. Yui eventually awakens to the sight and smell of the liaison, facing extreme humiliation.
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Trivia:
- Yuuri considered using tentacles to dress Yui but decided against it to avoid leaving slime evidence.
- Suzuri’s ‘clothes’ are actually a magical manifestation of the Darkness Wrap skill, which she maintains intentionally for Yuuri.
- The Workshop staff previously wore mundane family restaurant polo shirts before skill development allowed for better clothing.
- Yuuri and Suzuri’s manual labor was intended to show a personal ‘bestowal of labor’ that they believe Yui will eventually appreciate.
- The ‘unwritten law’ suggests that internal e**culation is a mandatory requirement for servants.
- Suzuri’s ‘superiority’ stems from her being the one currently receiving Yuuri’s favor while the Goddess is used as a tool.
- The term ‘Mara’ implies a specific, perhaps mystical or archaic, weight to Yuuri’s anatomy.
- Yui’s ‘rainbow eyes’ are a distinct physical trait of her divine status
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Character Insight:
Suzuri demonstrates extreme devotion and a touch of jealousy toward Yui, while Yuuri shows a tactical approach to domestic management, balancing the ‘reward’ of his attention among his followers.
Suzuri shows a competitive and slightly malicious side toward Yui, taking pleasure in using the Goddess as a ‘rug.’ Yuuri demonstrates a cold, dominant streak, intentionally using the act to crush Yui’s dignity.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the contrast of mundane clothing (polo shirts) with erotic magical livery to ground the world’s progression in the protagonist’s specific tastes.
The text employs specific hierarchy terms common in dark fantasy ‘Master/Servant’ dynamics often found in web novels.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Yui – Rainbow‑eyed, silver‑haired goddess with a voluptuous, fleshy form, soft curves and cleavage, bears a throbbing red‑black crotch tattoo (Kokan no Monshou). Once the goddess of Shelm, now Yuuri’s human servant‑bride and wife, she lies unconscious in a straitjacket livery, bound as the ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Megami.
• Suzuri – Tall, statuesque scout with flawless pale skin, toned yet soft feminine form, long black hair like Marina, slim muscles and oversized, high‑set breasts. A ninja‑servant (Shinobi) loyal to Yuuri, wielding Darkness Wrap, agile, beautiful legs, clear voice that gutturalizes in climax, fiercely competitive for Yuuri’s favor.
• Yuuri – The Master and protagonist. Identifies with masculine pronouns (ore). Holds authority over Suzuri and Yui. The protagonist and Master of the Workshop. Possesses high-level garment and creation skills. He displays a possessive, dominant personality towards his ‘wives’ and servants.
• Ashley – The Count’s daughter, a poised royal attendant in elegant noble attire, secretly admires Yuuri and is noted as a possible aide for future dressing duties.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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