Chapter 73 The Collar
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The third button on her uniform blouse was gone. It had snapped off, unable to withstand the pressure of her ample bosom during the frantic struggle and climax while he pinned her to the desk. After cleansing his long one and rinsing her mouth out at the break room sink, Marina sadly ran a finger over the thread marks where the button had been.
Though his rough handling, driven by excitement, was the direct cause, she had been the one to egg him on. She seemed to understand this, refraining from voicing any resentful complaints. Yet, the loss of a button on clothes she once wore comfortably was undeniable proof that her body had become completely different after reincarnation. It was only natural that she would mourn when confronted with such a cruel reality.
”Ah, well, listen. I love Marina’s breasts. Look, like this—they fit perfectly in My hands; they’re just the right size, aren’t they?”
”Fwah, Hyan!♡… Stop trying to comfort me by kneading my breasts!” she cried out.
Yuuri slipped up behind Marina while she was lost in thought, sliding his palms into the gap the missing button had created. He held her tight from behind, kneading her generous bosom. Marina, roused from her melancholy, let out a sweet cry and trembled, her protest purely for show.
”I only know the Marina of now. I don’t know the young lady who died without ever meeting Me again. The only person who matters to Me is the Marina right here, right now.”
”…Ah! You’re right. I am Marina now. That memory is just a fading dream. It’s okay to feel nostalgic sometimes, but Shelm-sama will scold Me if I keep dwelling on it.”
Perhaps the goddess Shelm-sama only allowed this realm to be recreated because she believed Marina could harness the past as strength to live powerfully in the present. The life she had already lost would not return. But if she could properly absorb that truth into herself, Marina would surely live fiercely from this point forward.
”Ugh… How unlike me. Maybe this is another one of Shelm-sama’s trials, too,” she muttered.
”Just call her a sadist, honestly. Testing someone’s self-control with a sweet trap is her usual modus operandi.”
In truth, Yuuri didn’t know the exact reason the scenery of Marina’s past life, which held so much nostalgic value for her, had been reproduced. But he was certain that Shelm wouldn’t have permitted the academy’s recreation if Marina were the type to become obsessed with the past and lose herself. Though much of what happened here felt like it was played out in the palm of Shelm’s hand, he decided he could overlook that small fact, just as long as he had a girl he could trust right by his side.
”That is far too disrespectful. I trust she knew we could handle this. …So, how much longer will you treat my form with such familiarity? We need to reach the store soon. The lights aren’t on yet, so before the area gets dim—.” She quickly stopped speaking, withdrawing her comment.
It was clear Marina was genuinely uneasy about being in the school building after dark. He considered using this to tease her, but decided to save that fear for a more impactful moment later. For now, he pretended not to notice, still engrossed in her beauty, until Marina began to move impatiently in his arms.
”Ngh! If you don’t stop soon, I’m going to feel that intense devotion again! Are you sure you want me to be this excited until tomorrow morning?”
”Whoa, my mistake. …Ah, well. That is tempting, but I think I’d still prefer Marina to guide me through her old school,” he said, releasing her.
He forced himself to follow their intended plan as naturally as possible, and a clear look of relief washed over her flushed face and bright eyes.
Reluctantly, he let go of his grip. Marina steadied herself on the edge of the washbasin, glancing back at him while holding her chest.
”Yes, I understand. …But if you say that, shouldn’t you put on some pants instead of standing there like that? It… makes me feel odd when you show me your determination, you see?”
He had been completely unclothed ever since removing his tuxedo.
She seemed to think his continued visible excitement was just a result of the recent physical interaction, but her guess was only partly right. Did the former President truly believe they would simply dress and walk to the store together, like a common couple?
”No, I am quite comfortable being like this.”
”—What?” she gasped.
The golden-haired girl, usually so composed and sure of herself, looked entirely bewildered.
Seeing that look occasionally made his dominant Master role irresistible. He turned his back on the stunned Marina and reached for the closet that held the spare uniform.
”What do you mean? You aren’t planning to simply wander the school unclothed, are you…?”
”Don’t worry. Only as far as the store. …You made me expend a lot of energy with all that performance, so there’s no way I can wear my tuxedo pants right now. Since no one else is here, it is fine for me to be unclothed until I can get fresh clothes. I don’t mind you seeing me,” he explained.
He ignored the confused former President and searched through the closet.
The item he had glimpsed earlier was easy to find again. Her practical logic was not strong enough to override his current deeper intentions.
”Well, that’s true, but… If Yuuri isn’t embarrassed, then, well, I’m the one who finds it hard to look away…”
He pulled out his prize and stood before Marina again. His earlier statement had been a convincing excuse, but it was merely a setup for the real demand that was coming next.
He had, of course, justified his decision with a logic she could almost agree with—it sounded reasonable on the surface, and the only person who would feel vulnerable was her. Given that Marina was a creature of reason, she should logically agree to the terms. But, unfortunately, logic cannot always overcome sheer authority.
”—What? What are you talking about? You will be unclothed, too, of course!”
”What—Wait… What?! Me too? Why? A button came off, but I can still cover myself—Ah!”
The submissive former President, still lacking the full understanding of her new role, attempted to resist her Master, who was casually planning to force her into this exposed state.
Naturally, Yuuri had anticipated Marina’s resistance. He had retrieved the necessary item and returned specifically to physically discipline his disobedient servant.
Without waiting, he applied pressure to the spot visible through the thin fabric of her blouse.
”You’ve allowed yourself to become this responsive and clear. You are not concealing anything at all. Tell me, President, didn’t you promise to do whatever humiliating thing I asked of you?”
”Ah, Ahn! B-but… Ah, stop that! If you keep focusing on me like that—I agree! I agree! I’ll take them off! I am only being seen by Yuuri! Being seen by Yuuri now is nothing to be ashamed of!”
The momentarily rebellious President instantly reversed her position when he intensified the pressure beneath his fingertips. As Marina reluctantly reached for her skirt clasp, Yuuri presented the item he had retrieved from the closet.
”I need you to cut this in half for me. It is a little too strong for regular office tools to handle,” he requested.
”…A belt? Okay, but what are you planning to use it for?” she asked.
She was a refined young lady in her past life, a respected princess in this one. Even now, after being reduced to a servant and exposed to his darkest desires, her failure to anticipate a master’s true intention was truly pure and charming.
The only unexpected part was that she could now summon a blade of light from her fingertip. He had expected her to use something like a simple pin, but a short length of light extended from her finger, cleanly severing the leather belt right in the middle.
”Wow… With that, you could execute me at any time, Marina.”
”I would never consider assassination. If Yuuri ever strayed from the path, I would give you advance warning and cut you down while weeping,” she countered.
He couldn’t hide his surprise that her skill had grown to the point where she could conjure a lethal blade without a proper weapon.
Since fear was what Marina disliked most, he tried to lighten the mood with a joke, only to be cautioned not to make her feel sadness. After that quick exchange confirming the Master’s trust in his servant, Marina started taking off her uniform as instructed.
While he truly wanted to just watch, he needed to focus on preparations to make the walk to the store more entertaining. While Marina concentrated on undressing, he moved to the desk, took the scissors from a drawer, and removed the buckle.
He successfully shortened the belt, fitting the buckle back onto the cut leather. Just as he finished, Marina’s hesitant voice called out from behind him.
”Oh, I’m ready now. Let’s go.”
”All right. …Your body is as beautiful as ever,” he confirmed.
No matter how many times he saw it, Marina’s physique was breathtaking. It was an artistic achievement, a sculpture that blended the powerful resilience of a toned warrior with the softness of a young woman.
Her arms were folded behind her, making no effort to conceal her shapely, full chest. Her legs, casually placed apart, retained the light grace of a deer.
In the midst of all this flawlessness, the one feature that intensified the composition—the mark of servitude—served to fulfill his dark, possessive desire, confirming that he owned this perfect girl.
”Th-thank you. …So, what are you going to use that belt for?” she asked.
Since her Master was escalating his demands for servitude, she likely guessed that his actions were preparations for her own submission.
Or perhaps his surging desire was simply too visible on his face. Though she flinched and trembled slightly as he approached, Marina didn’t move, continuing to present her body.
”Good girl.”
”Wait, don’t tell me this is…” she began, stammering.
The thick, dark leather was wrapped around her fair neck, clicking shut with a cold, firm sound. It was the converted belt, shortened to fit her neck, now a collar.
The innocent princess hadn’t realized his intent until his hands touched her throat; only when it was fastened did she fully grasp the weight of the situation. Caught between shame and ecstasy, Marina paused, unsure how to express her feelings. Taking advantage of her stunned silence, he added a further detail using an item he had also borrowed from the closet.
It was the slender shoulder strap from a decorative bag. It was thin but strong, meant to give an elegant impression, and he attached it to the collar’s stationary loop.
”Ah… It suits you well,” he murmured.
”Ah, aah… Does this mean I’ve been transformed into Yuuri’s loyal companion?” she asked.
It was a level of submission she hadn’t dared to imagine. Yet, even as she realized she was being treated with such disregard for her former status, an expression of melting rapture spread across Marina’s face.
”That is correct. Therefore, Marina, until we reach the store, walking upright is forbidden. Now, lead your Master to the destination.”
”Aah! Why, why! Why does my body feel such pleasure even when I am treated this horribly! U-understood! I’ll lead you, but Yuuri, you mustn’t let go of the strap!” she cried out.
Her lithe, standing body dropped to the floor. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing skill as she learned to move her body, Marina began to proceed on all fours. She started pulling her Master with the eager strength of a powerful animal.
This was a spontaneous game he had conceived in the moment. The improvised tools were not durable, and the strap would likely break if she pulled too forcefully. Yet, casting aside all caution, Marina, his loyal companion, proceeded with clumsy but focused steps toward the Executive Office exit.
”This way, this way! Ah, what complete humiliation! But this is how a servant must act, right? Because I cannot go against Yuuri! What difference does it make if a collar and strap are put on me now, after everything else?” she exclaimed.
As if she had just grasped that servitude was her true essence, Marina, overwhelmed with joy, quickened her pace, straining the cheap leash. This forced Yuuri to rush to keep up and avoid sabotaging the play, making it clear he wasn’t fully in control.
Ironically, Marina’s trust in her Master and her profound capacity for pleasure were proving that this ‘bondage’ wasn’t truly a state of servitude at all. Nonetheless, since Marina was clearly enjoying this light restraint so much, he decided not to point out the flaw and simply play the part of the owner.
”Hey! Dog! Don’t speak human language in front of your Master! There are appropriate manners for addressing your owner, aren’t there?” he scolded.
”Ngh! Woof!♡” she barked.
His truly excellent servant understood the core of the humiliation instantly with just that one line. Her body trembled with anticipation, and she gave a short bark to signal her compliance.
Then, she began to lead him gently, snaking her beautiful, curved back toward the door. There was none of the frantic rushing from before. She felt the slight pressure on her neck from the leash, sensing her Master’s presence, and perfectly matched her pace to his.
Notes:
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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