Chapter 84 Captive Grace
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Accepting her Master’s command, Suzuri leveraged the five tendrils from her fingertips to rise. With slow, deliberate grace, she pressed down upon the floor of pulsing flesh, then lowered the hair she’d carefully tied up without a moment of hesitation.
This gesture, discardin’ the last vestiges of her bride-like appearance as she bound her long hair behind her, drew his gaze. ‘Cause she had her hands wrapped around the back of her head, her heavy, ample bosom was completely exposed.
And since the movement of her arms made the twin peaks—slick with glistening mucus—jiggle and tremble, one couldn’t really be blamed for starin’, now could they? That is, if this weren’t a challenge intended to draw out her full potential.
”Unfair it is, my Lord, if only I stand here unclothed, is it not? ♡”
”—Whu—”
Before he even realized it, Suzuri had already slipped in close, standin’ in his personal space to pluck the necktie right from his collar. No matter how intently he’d been starin’ at the disproportionate swellin’ of her otherwise lithe body—and that was only with his human eyes (soubou)—it was an inexcusable oversight.
He’d been watchin’ Suzuri’s every move with all the senses of this entire, synchronized space, yet he hadn’t grasped so much as a tremor, let alone the speed of her closin’ distance. While her stunned Master stood frozen, Suzuri deftly unbuttoned his vest. The way she nestled up to him, smilin’ sweetly, was almost like a wife greetin’ her husband home from work.
—But every delicate motion sent a relentless shudder down his spine. Before he’d set foot in this domain, he probably wouldn’t’ve paid any mind to the meanin’ behind Suzuri’s finger movements. Now, however, synchronized with the flesh-space and utilizin’ its heightened observation capabilities, he’d become remarkably discernin’. Thanks to this, he realized that every spot Suzuri casually traced with her fingers was, in fact, a vital point.
”You will capture me, won’t you, my dearest? ♡”
”O-of course I will…!”
She abruptly looked up at him, tiltin’ her head in a surprisingly adorable manner. Her posture, back straight despite her entire body bein’ slick and gleamin’ with mucus, held a peculiar cohabitation of boldness and purity.
Her peerin’ eyes were like the blackest Nubadama (nubadama), gazin’ at him like an abyss opened within her very eyeballs. —Her eyes weren’t smilin’. Simply answerin’ that penetratin’ gaze without flinch’in’ was all the effort he could muster.
Undeniably, this was a gauntlet Suzuri had thrown back at him. Catch me before I finish undressin’ your tuxedo—that was the challenge. On the surface, it might seem like further disloyalty.
Yet he fully understood that his declaration about catchin’ her had greatly wounded her shinobi’s pride. However, Suzuri had already learned that even with her unimaginable speed, she couldn’t slip out of every situation, right? Therefore, as the man who held Suzuri’s life in his hands, though the terms of the fight were too easy, he still had to win.
”Oh, how very, very reassurin’ that sounds, my Lord! ♡”
”Hah! Yeah!”
Still, his initial plan—that synchronizin’ with the space would allow him to track Suzuri’s movements—had been shattered.
While he stood there, dumbfounded, havin’ quickly run out of moves, his disloyal servant continued to efficiently strip her Master. If he rashly reached out his arm, Suzuri would surely vanish from sight.
He might buy some time by flailin’ his arms or lashin’ out with tendrils, but her careful disrobin’ was an act of grace on Suzuri’s part.
If she truly wished, she could easily use the forced protection of the space to prevent her Master from bein’ hurt, carvin’ up the tuxedo with a kunai made from Darkness Wrap. Hence, thrashin’ about aimlessly would be a poor way to maintain his dignity as Master.
”Might I hold the jacket for you? ♡”
”Ah, go ahead…”
Perhaps confident in her absolute advantage, Suzuri didn’t even seem to be rushin’ the undressin’. She merely played the role of the devoted wife, continuin’ her make-believe game (mamagoto asobi). It likely wouldn’t take more than a few minutes, even if she drew it out, to finish strippin’ the tuxedo.
If the Master found an opportunity to counterattack durin’ that time, she was confident she could crush it; if not, she would inevitably win by fulfillin’ her declaration. Either way, the supreme warmth she longed for was promised next. Suzuri’s confident demeanor clearly showed her belief that the match was already settled.
”—Very well then, I shall proceed to lower thy trousers, my Lord! ♡”
”Go on.”
And so, as he stood still, Suzuri finished removin’ the vest and reached for the belt of his trousers. Her movements were slightly hastened, perhaps ’cause she was anticipatin’ the pre-determined reward in her mind.
Naturally, there was no reason to stop her. Even in the midst of this challenge, they were already partners who’d shared the flesh, so this much was simply a given. However, Suzuri seemed suspicious that the Master, who’d boasted so loudly, wasn’t takin’ any action even at this stage.
”Perhaps… is there some kind of secret plan you hold, my Lord?”
”—Maybe.”
If he truly had no counter-measure, he wouldn’t be stallin’ like this—that was likely the reason for her question. It was reassurin’ that even Suzuri, with their short acquaintance, had that much faith in him. The truth was, had he given up the moment he failed to perceive her initial approach, he’d’ve been grovelin’ by now. —Therefore, he absolutely had a secret plan. But it was the final option he’d considered, a gamble where he’d either sink or swim. Thus, it wasn’t too late to spring the trap even after he was fully undressed. For now, since his adorable servant was spontaneously offerin’ her service, he ought to enjoy the full benefit of it.
”Hmph…! Then I shall know no more! ♡ If a plan remains, you should employ it quickly, my Lord! ♡”
”It’s not for you to fret over. Look, your breathin’s gettin’ heavy. Your wet, exposed state is far too bold, Suzuri. My special part’s feelin’ cramped, see. Ain’t you just dyin’ to lay eyes on it yourself by now?”
He maintained his air of casual confidence while keepin’ his trump card hidden.
Suzuri, whose expectations had been thwarted, turned away and crouched at his feet. She even rubbed her cheek against his trouser-covered, strainin’ part, before barin’ her white, glistenin’ teeth and bitin’ down on the zipper.
”I shall unzish it for thee, Master! ♡”
”Good girl. That’s the bold way I like it.”
The zipper made a slow zrrrrrip as the front of his trousers was gradually pulled open. Suzuri, who had abandoned the role of the chaste wife, was now utterly transfixed by the rigid swellin’, which seemed ready to burst through the zipper’s metal teeth.
She was the very image of an eager maiden, squattin’ there and sniffin’ her Master’s part through the fabric of his underwear. She likely hadn’t even noticed, but she was squattin’, legs spread wide, and thrustin’ her hips. The sight of a refined, educated woman dedicatin’ everything to his throbbin’ part made the part beneath his clothin’ twitch in response.
”—Ngh! ♡”
That response seemed to snap Suzuri back to reality. She tore her eyes from the bulgin’ excitement and looked up at him with a confused, upward glance, her hands still clingin’ to his waist.
Her moment of complete abandon must’ve been a fatal lapse in her own eyes. She could’ve wrapped herself in her tendrils and grappled him without movin’ her human body, yet her Master had inexplicably failed to do so.
”Y-you could’ve…! (Na, narerefu!) ♡ —Ah! W-what a perfect opportunity it was, too!”
”Nothin’ to it. I was just marvelin’ at you, Suzuri. What kinda man stops a woman from sniffin’ his special part and thrustin’ her hips while doin’ it?”
The Master had casually tossed away the perfect chance, deepenin’ the confusion on Suzuri’s face. She was rattled, unable to decipher the source of her Master’s confidence in lettin’ her off the hook, and he found her consternation so adorable he almost reached out for her.
”—Ah, I’d be lettin’ you get away, wouldn’t I? My apologies for the interruption. Do continue.”
”Tch, how dare you underestimate me! Lift up your legs, please! Once the trousers are off, all that remains is your shirt and undergarments!”
He has enough breathin’ room to prioritize my service—this attitude seemed to make Suzuri feel that the seriousness of the match was bein’ dismissed. However, concealin’ the main strike is fundamental to strategy. And if he could start the counter-attack at any moment, why shouldn’t he enjoy Suzuri’s devoted service to the very end? Moreover, the victory condition was supposed to be breakin’ Suzuri’s movement technique. Catchin’ her while she was sittin’ and distracted by his part wouldn’t exactly fulfill the terms of the win.
”C-come on then! Just a single layer of cloth is left on your skin! A-are you prepared?”
”Long since ready. I’m so excited by your reactions that I can’t calm down. Hurry up and take ’em off.”
He had completely abandoned the notion of frantically lookin’ for Suzuri’s weak spot. Instead, without any guard up, he simply enjoyed the attire removal (mishitaku) by the highly aroused Suzuri.
Now, even Suzuri’s habit of tracin’ his vital points had been converted into a masochistic pleasure, servin’ no purpose other than makin’ his part react. And so, after her diligently devoted service, he was finally left with only the single layer of underwear coverin’ his excitement.
Suzuri issued a final warnin’, with victory in sight, but he naturally ignored it with his characteristic ease. Assumin’ he’d simply given up, a poutin’ Suzuri hooked her fingers under the waistband and timidly pulled the fabric down.
”Uwah… ♡ The smell is so… so strong… ♡”
”Don’t be rude. I made sure to clean myself for you, Suzuri. —Hey, don’t zone out now. Don’t leave ’em halfway down.”
Thanks to his attractive servant, his part was already in fightin’ trim. The standin’ excitement caught on the underwear’s waistband. Suzuri’s servicin’ hand had stopped, captivated by the warmth-drivin’ musk that spilled out from there.
He scolded Suzuri, who was completely lost in a trance, as if the danger of bein’ caught by his tendrils had vanished from her mind. The disloyal maiden, returnin’ from the depths of her abandon, flushed crimson and lowered her head, confronted with the fact that she’d indulged in her Master’s scent even after bein’ shown mercy. Afterward, her hand paused for a moment when his part fully emerged from the pulled-down underwear, but a silent stare from him was enough to make her hastily finish the final act of service.
”Hah, ahh ♡ May I… may I touch it, my Lord? ♡”
”Yes, you may. But no huggin’ or joinin’. I’ll judge that as a capture.”
That was the point: no matter how quickly Suzuri moved, his servant would ultimately seek the warmth her Master provided. If he could make his defiant servant succumb to heat and beg for joinin’, there was no way the Master could lose.
—He had made Suzuri misunderstand. It was a smokescreen to distract her from his trump card. He could execute it now, but first, he wanted to thoroughly observe his mischievous Suzuri writhin’ in anguish from her swollen, demandin’ warmth.
”Ugh, huff ♡ Th-that is unfair! ♡ When my little pouch is achin’ so! Hah ♡ If you don’t catch me before I finish strippin’ you, it should be my victory! ♡”
”I made no such promise. If I had no moves left, it might’ve been a good time to surrender. But since you’re sittin’ there, waitin’, and seem close to beggin’ my special part to capture you, there’s no need for me to drop out of the match.”
The match had originally been a binary choice: whether he could catch her or not. Therefore, by hintin’ that the possibility still existed, he could postpone the outcome indefinitely.
In fact, it was Suzuri who needed to force her Master to raise the white flag quickly. As he coldly rejected her appeal, Suzuri swayed pitifully, her body convuls’in’, yet she spread her legs and exposed her chest and special spot. Clingin’ to his hips, she put her hand on his stiffened part and began to stroke it vigorously.
”Hah, ngh ♡ N-not like that! ♡ W-what about this, then! ♡ I shall caress your special part for thee! ♡ How about it, Lord! ♡ Don’t you desire to put it in my special spot? ♡ So, please, admit defeat! ♡ Oh, please, quickly, quickly! ♡♡”
”Hahaha, you’re runnin’ out of composure, ain’t ya? But your service, Suzuri, it’s quite somethin’. Your taut body is writhin’, oh…”
Each up-and-down stroke of her supple fingers, perfectly controlled in its pressure, sent a pleasant shiver ripplin’ through his brain.
However, even with the addition of her striptease—her mucus-slick body swayin’ provocatively—it wasn’t the kinda warmth that would make him beg for joinin’ and immediately admit defeat. Moreover, since he could strike at any moment, he was thoroughly enjoyin’ wallowin’ in this lukewarm warmth for a while.
”Kuh, hah ♡ Desire me! Desire me, my Lord! ♡ Is it not good enough? Is this not pleasin’ to thee?!”
”N-not at all! Oh, the hand strokin’ my special part is superb. That mucus-slick body of yours, what kinda texture—”
Her brow furrowed with desperation. The intent was clear: she was diligently repeatin’ the up and down of her hand, strivin’ to awaken her Master’s peak warmth.
Her gleamin’ chest swayed in time with the motion, and her hips, dreamin’ of joinin’, shamelessly rocked back and forth. The spectacle of the normally formal Suzuri in such disarray was a rare sight. It was perhaps no wonder that the Master, forgettin’ the strategic play, unconsciously reached out a hand.
—But unlike her Master, who had lowered his guard, Suzuri was a warrior always prepared for battle. The soft curve of her chest vanished before his eyes. At the same moment he stared at his empty, grasp’in’ palm, a breathless, heated voice chastised him from beyond the tendril’s perimeter.
”Nyah, haah ♡ D-do not underestimate me, my Lord! ♡ Did you truly think to seize your chance like that?!”
Turnin’ to the source of the voice, he saw Suzuri, rubbin’ her thighs together, her shoulders heavin’. She was huggin’ her own body with her arms to keep from self-gratification, yet she was still squeezin’ her chest in search of warmth.
Though so corrupted by heat, her Nubadama eyes, fixin’ on him, held a strong will. In contrast, her Master looked pathetic: unable to touch his own servant and havin’ lost the comfortable warmth his part had been receivin’.
It was a complete deadlock. Neither had a decisive strike of warmth, and the match seemed unlikely to end this way.
”…No, I just sincerely wanted to touch you. I wanted to grope your well-formed chest and plunge myself into that tight spot of yours.”
”…♡♡ If that is the case, then surrender! ♡ You wounded my shinobi’s pride when you claimed Yuuri could capture me!… If you retract that statement, I will jump into your arms immediately! ♡♡”
Mutterin’ and squirming, Suzuri’s hip-rubbin’ movements grew bolder.
His own part throbbed and trembled, impatiently seekin’ his servant’s special spot. —This was the time to use his trump card.
”Suzuri. …You asked me if I had a secret plan, didn’t you?”
”—!”
The result of this sink-or-swim gamble would be immediate. Therefore, the bothersome, throbbin’ ache could be forgotten for just a moment.
”I do have a secret plan. If it works on you, I win. If you evade it, you win. …The match’ll be decided in an instant.”
”—♡ Yes! Come at me, my Lord!”
Suzuri, too, instantly forgot the warmth burnin’ her with her warrior’s pride.
Her arms, which had been huggin’ her body, and her thighs, which had been rubbin’ together, fell slack. She braced herself.
”Here I come.”
”—”
Suzuri no longer replied. She was a single, honed blade before him. A killin’ intent, sharp enough to sever any attack, was unleashed.
He had to be thankful he was protected by the Koubou’s forced power. Simultaneously, a wave of gratitude washed over him that such a skilled practitioner had joined him as a servant. Therefore, to face this sincere heart, he, too, had to meet her with all his power. Havin’ decided this in his heart—he slowly lowered his hips.
”I don’t have the exceptional sense of balance you do, Suzuri.”
”—? —!!”
Such a careless, vulnerable posture.
Even protected by the forced power, it was too soft for a serious match. Just as Suzuri briefly shifted her gaze, suspectin’ this might be another trick to lure her—a heavy shudder shook the entirety of the Flesh Space.
”The space that manipulates tendrils, you mean. It’s a creepy space Shelm sent, but ’cause I was forced to synchronize with it, I can now manipulate the hardest thing to control. So, Suzuri, what d’ya suppose that is?”
”The shakin’… it’s gettin’ bigger… the wall!?”
He had thought it possible.
However, whether he could actually do it, or control the extent of it, had been doubtful. But now, this was the only way to make his boast to Suzuri stand true.
”The answer’s simple. The hardest tendril to control is the largest one. That means—it’s this space itself.”
”Aah, ahh! The wall is… shrinkin’?!”
Even when he filled this not-so-large space with tendrils, Suzuri could weave between ’em and move instantaneously. But he hadn’t tried cuttin’ off the tendrils.
That meant the forced protection was likely also workin’ on the flesh space itself. Therefore, if he reduced the cavity of the flesh space—Suzuri would have nowhere left to jump!
”Haha, it’s shakin’ more than I thought! Suzuri, where’ll you run now?!”
”Tch! Ngh, ngh!“
The tendril space shrunk, the wall surface pulsin’ and writhin’ ominously. He sent several tendrils out, as if herdin’ her, and Suzuri skillfully evaded even those.
But this was merely a procedure to clear out any foreign bodies (ibutsu) for the sake of efficiently foldin’ the cavity. And as the hollow was folded up without delay—there lay the Master, restin’ on the bottom of the fleshy coffin, and there, stuck to the ceiling, was the pitiful figure of the ninja.
Notes:
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends, she endured long isolation while frozen in stone and relied on inner magic to preserve her sense of self.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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