Fresh Prey

Until now, this place had known only the sound of water droplets falling from the ceiling and the howls of resentment from those who had died in the cave.

A dark, defiled, distorted space.

There, a dull, sensual sound and the high-pitched voice of a woman echoed. Part of the ceiling had collapsed deep within the cave where no light reached, allowing a small shaft of light to beam down.

Within the abandoned mithril mine, even deeper than the place where the monster had been born, a human woman lay.

It wasn't that she was asleep. Her arms and legs hung limp as though discarded, and only her hips trembled wildly as if responding to stimulation. There seemed to be nothing of the woman's will in it.

The only thing on her upper body was a black undershirt. Her lower half was completely exposed save for the boots on her feet. The almond-shaped eyes that had once shown the woman's willful nature were now clouded with lust, reflecting nothing. Her brows drooped in defeat, in surrender; all that could be seen was hopelessness.

Violated by the slime — what she had judged to be a black ooze, a monster — the mouth that had once spat out her rejection and refusal was now degraded into nothing more than an orifice for panting and voicing her pleasure.

Over these past several days, her body had been violated — at times even while she was unconscious — and was utterly limp; her throat was even beginning to find screaming itself painful.

Her prized breasts, once hidden behind her robe, shook violently through her black undershirt. Her nipples, which had been swollen to the size of a pinky fingertip, made their presence known.

Her torn robe and thick trousers lay cast aside nearby, attesting to how intense her assault had been.

Something covered her lower half. It was a black slime, almost like a distortion.

Violating the female mage… Frederica, it was an existence that drove the mind into a corner.

"A-ah… ah! Ii… ehhh… iii!"

Her limbs had been numbed by its paralytic poison so that she could not run away. However, that was very likely already unnecessary.

Three days had passed since Frederica had been brought into the cave, yet the woman had shown no behavior suggesting she wanted to escape. Did she think escape was impossible? Was her will simply broken? Or perhaps she was waiting for a chance?

Although the black ooze did not understand it, that did not change what the black ooze would do.

It would rape this woman.

Up until now, monsters had not thought for themselves. It could be said that monsters were imprinted with certain instincts — warped intents.

Gouging her vagina, striking the entrance to her womb, even dominating the inside of her womb when she climaxed. When it thrust against the top of her womb she let out a coquettish voice; when it teased the area around her womb's entrance as if tickling it, her hips would tremble. Her love fluids overflowed, and after only a few minutes of being violated, even her cloudy white inner juices leaked out.

Over these three days, Frederica's spirit had been driven to its final line of defense and her body had been remade into an obedient female sow.

The mouth that had once begged for forgiveness now unknowingly taught the slime her weak points. She preferred the ceiling of her vagina to be thickly stroked upward, her clitoris to be handled gently at first before being treated forcefully partway through, her nipples to be wrung along with her whole breasts, her armpits to be included along with the other areas, and her anus to be penetrated with rapid, shallow thrusts.

If she kept being violated in this cave as she was, in the end she would even forget how to speak, reduced to nothing but a beast that craved sex.

"There—there, haaarder…"

Using just a tiny amount of strength she had recovered from fainting, she shook her hips of her own volition towards the monster that should have been detestable to her. An adventurer who should have been killing monsters… begged the monster that should have killed her.

She wouldn't be spared, nor would she be released… so she begged to be violated.

If anyone who knew Frederica saw this, they might not believe their eyes. She was a beautiful woman, ever full of confidence in her ability.

That Frederica did not exist here.

This was a woman who parted her legs for the monster, who pleaded to be raped, and who shamelessly exposed a body that would turn men's eyes with lust.

This was the Frederica that existed within the abandoned mine.

"Harder, harder… hardeeer—"

Her words carried no strength at all. She simply kept voicing her bodily desires, mumbling in delirium. Even so, feeble as her voice was, to anyone listening it sounded as though it came straight from her heart.

And so, obeying her voice, the slime earnestly and tirelessly rammed its tentacle into the woman. Drilling through her soft flesh and beating against the entrance to her womb, it massaged her violently swaying breasts while vigorously rubbing her nipples as though to set them ablaze.

Despite a violation rough enough to feel like pain, only delight was etched onto the woman's face.

Tears ran down her cheeks and her nose dripped with mucus — the form of a helpless sow. Not even prostitutes would show a face like hers.

"C-cu—cumiiiiing…!"

The woman's body succumbed to particularly violent convulsions. Both her words and her body told of her climax.

Filled, the woman's once-dignified face was now perverted and unsightly, her eyes rolling back into her head as she fainted.

At that same moment, a change came over the slime as well.

Though it did not know why, whenever it brought the woman to climax, the female mage's mana flowed into it.

The elderly one and the young adventurers. Having absorbed three men, likely one of the two young men had possessed an aptitude for magic.

What was mana? It was a sensation that could be likened to a warm vitality. Though the slime could not fully comprehend it, mana seemed to be a kind of vitality born of the body.

That answer was wrong. In reality, those able to amass the mana that overflowed from the natural world itself were mages; however, since the slime had not yet digested a mage, it had not obtained that knowledge.

Even so, by absorbing someone with an aptitude for magic, it had come to possess a vessel capable of amassing mana. By nature, this was a slime that did not do that thing called thinking. Even when it obtained something outside its knowledge, it had no intention of examining it further.

Functioning on pure instinct, the male black ooze — which had learned about violating women by absorbing that man — would violate women. Violate them, and conceive a child.

And so it would continue.

This slime, everything the black ooze was, could be called a mutation.

The slime divided its body to shackle Frederica's limbs to the ground after she had climaxed and fainted again and again.

At the center of the light that beamed down from the abandoned mine's collapsed ceiling lay a beautiful woman whose limbs were restrained by black fetters. Wearing nothing but the black undershirt that just barely concealed her ample breasts and her leather boots, her figure was more than enough to stir a man's lust.

And then… it crammed a tentacle about the thickness of a rope into her crudely slack mouth.

"O—, gu—!"

Ignoring the muffled screams coming from her, it pushed through her throat down to her stomach. From there, it poured digested wild grass — harmless to beasts and humans alike — directly into her stomach.

The black ooze understood that humans died easily if they did not take in nourishment. It would have been best for Frederica to eat a meal herself, but since there was a danger she would run away, the slime fed her like this instead.

Besides, it doubted that the woman who had drowned in pleasure would do something like prepare a meal for herself. She was wriggling as though trying to draw a circle with her hips; did she feel pleasure from this meal too?

After pouring nourishment into her for a short while, it retracted its tentacle from her throat.

"… Hau—n…"

Her hips trembled a few times. Food had been forced into her, and her body reacted to that act as well, reaching a soft orgasm.

What would the Frederica of old have thought of this body that climaxed even after losing consciousness?

Overflowing with pride and will — that had been the sublime and powerful mage named Frederica.

Now, however, she possessed a body more sensitive than a prostitute's. Even comparing it to a wild beast's would not be enough; she had come to covet sex.

A beauty. Now with a lewd body.

Now that her body had become like this, a proper life had probably faded far away into the distant heavens, well beyond her reach.

But even so, that had nothing to do with the slime.

Although she was not aware of anything, she moved her hips back and forth with an expression dyed in ecstasy, as though begging for stimulation… or perhaps, begging for a male.

As for the slime, as the woman's body continued to plead for it, it penetrated her vagina with its tentacle.

As always… even though she had fainted, Frederica continued to cum endlessly. Even if she woke, she would swoon all over again as she gave in to the pleasure.

This could perhaps be called a hell.

After ravaging Frederica, the slime's geographical knowledge had changed. It now knew of a road that led beyond the village at the foot of the mountain.

Although it knew about it, it still had not ventured out, since it ran the risk of being discovered by humans. Even so, it understood to some degree the capability of adventurers — its natural enemy — so it took to attacking beasts that had made the areas along the road their territory.

Wagons coming and going on the rural road typically did not stray too far off the path. This was because of their wariness toward wild animals and bandits.

Therefore, it was able to leisurely catch and digest animals some distance from the road. It would, of course, spend its days on the mountain and in the cave while the sun was high, but as night fell it went out to hunt beasts. Since the slime had relied on its instincts at first, it had consumed all the mountain's animals, and there was no food left for it there.

It was fine with assaulting the domesticated animals in the village at the base of the mountain, but even that had its limits. Although the slime would not die if it did not eat, it had an appetite, and it hungered.

On top of that, it needed to provide food for Frederica. It violated her during the day and attacked beasts along the road at night.

This was the slime's life.

Several days passed like this. About ten days after Frederica's group went missing, a certain commission was posted on the adventurer's guild bulletin board in the royal capital.

Since the royal capital's guild was overflowing with all manner of work, the addition of another commission document was nothing unusual.

However, the person who had filed this commission — and what they had brought in — was a problem.

Two days after Frederica had gone missing, several elders from the village at the foot of the mountain had searched the mountain with the abandoned mine on it. They were terrified, but because adventurers had gone missing, it had already become a matter for the knight or mage corps.

They at least intended to look around for some evidence. With that in mind, those elders had found a splendid staff, as well as the adventurer group's luggage.

Although the black ooze could dissolve things like meat and plants, clothing and leather armor took time to melt away, so it discarded them from its body.

After finding those items, the elders brought them to the royal capital. For an incident like the disappearance of adventurers, even if the village did not prepare a reward, the country would prepare one in accordance with the details.

And because the missing person was Frederica — someone famous in the guild with a fair bit of ability — many people were interested in the commission's details. A mage had gone missing, leaving behind her own staff. A staff could be considered a mage's identification.

What had happened? No mage would leave their staff behind and disappear.

Something must have happened to Frederica and the others. That was the adventurer's guild's view of it.

"Should we do it?"

"Eh…"

However, even so, no one was going to jump on board. The size of the reward matched the size of the risk to their lives.

Their lives came first; nothing else would matter if they died.

Frederica was famous among the guild's youths and was recognized as a skilled mage. Taking that into account as well, everyone avoided the commission.

In truth, she had let down her guard and made a mistake in the dark of night, choosing the wrong kind of magic to use.

Even so, the people in the guild had no way of knowing that.

And so the commission document for surveying the abandoned mithril mine remained posted for several days.

Everyone averted their eyes from it, and as time passed no one paid it any mind. The commission document hung lonesomely on the bulletin board.

A small hand reached out and grasped that document.

A small voice that almost seemed about to be drowned out by the guild's clamor.

"… This commission."

A small woman could be seen; she was carrying a disproportionately large staff and stretching onto her tiptoes for that commission document.

Her long, beautiful, seemingly translucent silver hair was gathered into a side-up tail on the left side of her head. She read the commission document with somewhat drowsy eyes.

Her brown eyes moved left and right as she looked over the document, reading line by line.

"Satia, you're taking that commission?"

One of the men in the guild called out to the mage who had stopped in front of the bulletin board to read the document.

Satia. Without a family name, she was a former female slave. Satia had some potential for magic, so she had been bought as a slave and used as an adventurer in service to her adventurer master.

Her experience as an adventurer was lengthy; counting from when she first walked through the guild's gates, enough time had passed that she was now an adult woman. Although she had a somewhat doll-like figure and was fairly short, she gave others the impression of being more beautiful than adorable.

Satia stood about half a head shorter than others, even those her own age or younger. That was why the large staff she carried looked so disproportionate to her — it was practically as tall as she was. It made others feel something like the pull one might feel toward a pretty girl.

She was also clad in a thick, nun-like black robe. Adventurers generally gave off a more boorish impression, but this girl was small and lovely — that was the impression she gave.

She looked up at the man who had called out to her with those drowsy eyes.

"… Yes."

"But y'know, that one's about Frederica goin' missin', yeah? You guys ready for a load like that?"

"… I see. I will discuss it with Goshujin-sama."

All Satia's master had told her was that he wanted her to look for a commission.

The reward was good and the commission itself was the only one that stood out, but she still took the man's advice into account. She had been treated as a slave in the past, so she was bad at interacting with men.

So even though she understood that he came with good intentions, she kept her distance from him. Giving a vaguely unsociable response, she moved away without even a single word of gratitude.

That made her look all the more doll-like, and everyone in the guild adored her for it, but she herself didn't much like how poor she was with words.

She spent a little while looking over the other commission documents, but all that remained were jobs like cleaning garbage out of the royal capital's back alleys or gathering medicinal herbs.

They were more like the kind of work a child would do for pocket change than work for an adventurer. Even their rewards were paltry.

"… This one."

"Ah, feel free to ask if you need any help."

"… Yes."

In the end, her response was curt.

Even though she understood in her heart that it would have been better to thank him.

The man simply smiled good-naturedly at Satia's cute voice and appearance, then returned to his companions without taking it to heart.

In the corner of the bustling adventurer's guild sat a young man around twenty years of age.

It was Satia's master, Alfred Will. With blond hair and blue eyes, he was an agreeable youth with a good-natured smile.

Satia placed the commission document she had taken onto the desk where her master sat.

 

 

"… This was the only one with a good reward."

"I see. Thanks."

With that, Alfred looked over the commission document Satia had presented him with.

Satia stared silently at his profile.

This was the sole spot in the guild that felt quiet.

"… Frederica-san seems to be missing."

"Yea, looks like it…"

Although Satia herself was not acquainted with Frederica, Alfred had worked several commissions together with her.

The image Alfred had in his mind of Frederica was that of a bright and sociable mage, brimming with beauty and willpower.

They were not exactly friends, but it wasn't as though they didn't know each other either. She had gone missing, and this commission document had found its way to him.

Even though it was dangerous, he had no intention of leaving it alone and abandoning her.

"The reward's good too, so how about we take it?"

"… Yes."

If a slave's master decided on something, they had no way to refuse. Although she didn't know what kind of person the woman named Frederica was, she would protect her master through the commission.

That unshakable determination had become her core. When the youth stood up, Satia found herself looking up at him, her gaze fixed on Alfred.

"It is dangerous for just us two, I want to hire a few people."

"… Is that so?"

From Satia's point of view, Alfred's skill with the sword and with magic were both at considerable levels. There were likely few in his age group in Fonteau who could surpass him.

Even so, this young man neither lowered his guard nor drowned in self-conceit. He completed commissions by minimizing danger to the utmost of his ability.

To Satia, the master she called Alfred was a presence who could even be called a [Hero] — one who had saved her from hell.

He had bought her as a slave, but had not used her as a woman. Satia did not know whether Alfred had some other woman in his heart, but it would soon be two years since he had picked her up.

She had never entertained him. He had never even asked. As for ordering her — that was out of the question.

Alfred treated her carefully, as though she were a younger sister or a daughter. From what Satia knew of people who bought slaves, it could be said that Alfred was simply too kind.

Although the mage did not say much and was sparing with her emotions, she still harbored the feelings of a girl her age.

She would feel affection toward those who treated her well. He was excellent in both appearance and talent, but most important of all was that his nature was good too.

However, their positions were those of master and slave. Her chest had tightened before she even realized it.

Satia's silver hair swayed as she chased after the young man heading off to inform the guild head that he would be accepting the commission.

Her eyes looked drowsy — as they always did — but they were fixed firmly on her master's back.

After a few days of being shaken around in the wagon, Alfred's group arrived at the rural village from the commission's document.

It had around a dozen houses and spacious pastures. Although the number of domestic animals grazing the pastures had decreased somewhat due to the black ooze, there were still plenty of cattle wandering slowly through the fields.

"Welcome, thank you for coming."

"Are you the chief of this village?"

"Yes."

As the representative of their group, Alfred spoke with the elderly man.

Alfred and Satia had employed three other adventurers. Aside from Satia, they were all men. They were trustworthy men with whom they had worked many commissions in the past, but since Satia was not very good with men, she had not left Alfred's side once during the trip.

It was probably more accurate to call her a slave, but the relationship between Alfred and Satia was — well, it was easy enough for the other adventurers to see that Satia was inexperienced at hiding her feelings for him. She smiled and grew calm every time she looked his way during the trip.

These three were also acquainted with Frederica. That could be said to be the reason they had accepted this commission.

If Frederica was safe, they might improve their relationships with the beautiful mage by saving her. One could also say their actions were driven by wicked self-interest.

Alfred asked the chief two or three questions and answered a few of the chief's in turn.

Satia idly watched Alfred while the three adventurers unloaded their luggage from the wagon with a deftness that spoke of experience.

She probably should have helped them too, but the other adventurers were already handling it. They may have wanted to show off their good points.

Either way, she didn't notice them. Satia was too preoccupied with watching Alfred… with those same drowsy eyes as always.

"We'll be staying the night in the village and ascend the mountain first thing in the morning."

Having rented a house that no longer had an owner, Alfred said that as he finished carrying his luggage inside.

It was a solidly built, two-story house — the very one whose owner had become the slime's first meal. It was also the same house Frederica and her party had stayed the night in.

They looked around inside to see if anything had been left behind that might give them information, but in the end they were unable to find anything of the sort.

"Sounds good. I'm tired from moving about recently too, let's take today slow."

"Yeah, we were finally able to rent a house."

"There's no bath though."

The three adventurers left the living room, saying whatever came to mind.

Incidentally, a hero had spread baths from another world fairly widely throughout this one. Until then, people had washed their bodies with river and well water, but nowadays they immersed themselves in hot water in a bathtub after thoroughly washing themselves outside it.

It was decided that the men would use the large guest room, while Satia, the only woman, would use the former owner's room.

They would climb the nearby mountain and search the abandoned mithril mine the following day. That was the most suspicious place. Frederica and the others had gone missing when they went to investigate it.

There were five of them this time. Even if some unexpected situation arose, they should be able to handle it. They had no idea whether the mine harbored some beast using it as a nest or a group of bandits, though.

Whatever it was, since it had been enough to make three adventurers go missing, they could not afford to be careless.

"Satia, you should also rest today."

When Satia returned to the living room after finishing tidying up after their evening meal, Alfred was the only one there. The other three adventurers had gone out on a patrol of sorts, hoping to spot whatever had been attacking the livestock.

It apparently had not appeared near the village recently, so whatever it was might have given up on the village, or might have left the area entirely.

That was what they suspected, but since they didn't know exactly what they were dealing with, they went out as a group of three for safety. So for the moment, Satia and Alfred were the only two at the house.

Satia and Alfred were adventurers who worked as a pair. Since it was always just the two of them, they were not particularly conscious of it. Even so, for a woman of marriageable age, it may have felt like being alone with the person dear to her heart.

Without saying anything, Satia stood close behind Alfred as he sat casually in a chair. Perhaps wondering what she was thinking about, Alfred pulled a nearby chair over and gave its surface a light pat. It seemed he wanted her to sit.

"… Thank you very much. Umm, Goshujin-sama?"

As she sat down on that chair, Satia spoke. For a slave, resting in front of her master was improper.

But the young man named Alfred saw Satia not as a slave but as a companion. Even so, Satia did not realize this.

Alfred saw Satia as a companion, yet Satia thought of Alfred as simply a benevolent master toward his slaves.

It was a slight discrepancy. However… that was probably just fine for these two, who interacted with each other so clumsily.

"I'm going to think on things a little longer."

"… Then, I'll stay with you."

"I see."

Alfred, not reading too deeply into Satia's response, was lost in his thoughts. Picturing a map of the surrounding area in his head, he wondered where they would search if the abandoned mine wasn't what they were looking for.

Staring vacantly at Alfred's profile, her face betraying no particular expression, Satia felt a warmth spread through her chest as she watched him.

Just because her expressions were few and far between did not mean her emotions were. Did Satia think her Goshujin-sama noticed this?

No, he surely had not noticed.

Even so, that was fine. That was what Satia believed. Traveling together like this, sharing quiet moments like this. Just this much, and Satia was satisfied.

Doing nothing in particular, just gazing at her beloved Goshujin-sama's profile. Spending time like that was enough to make her happy.

Her body's development was poor, but even so she had lived a respectable amount of time — she was a grown woman. And being a slave, she knew more of the world than most.

That was exactly why meeting a kind master, being able to stay with him, being useful to him… left her satisfied.

From here on, too, she wished from the bottom of her heart to continue traveling with him like this. Someday, surely, her Goshujin-sama would come to love someone, marry, and have a family.

But even then, if she could, she wished to stay by his side and serve him. She would never be able to stand beside him as his equal. A slave's status was that low.

So just being in the same place, sharing the same time. With just that much she was satisfied; that was enough. More than happy, more than fulfilled.

Vacantly, with her usual drowsy eyes, she watched the young man, and her lips curved into the slightest of smiles — a smile so faint it was hard to even notice.

Of course, her oblivious Goshujin-sama remained absorbed in his thoughts without noticing. Beside him, his slave kept gazing at his profile.

Her heart warmed, her chest grew restless, and she could not turn her eyes away from him.

"… … … …"

But the youth never noticed that precious expression of hers.

As the two of them spent their time like that, the three who had gone out on patrol returned.

As expected, the culprit hadn't appeared in the village. They had made a round of the area and come back, they reported.

With the three back, the lights of the village's homes went out one by one. Even though it was a warm season, there was almost no sound of insects, and the area around the house they had rented was silent.

"Guess we're going up that mountain tomorrow huh."

One of the adventurers who had come with them said that. Lying down on his bed — which was just a blanket spread out on the floor — he placed his long-cherished sword right beside him and set his dagger at the bedside.

The other adventurers did the same; they shared the sentiment of not wanting to lower their guards inside the village, even within a house.

"Well then, Satia. If there's anything—"

"Yes. Alfred-sama too, umm… see you in the morning."

"Good night, Satia-chan."

It was still early in the night, but since they needed to save their strength for the next day, they decided to turn in early. There wasn't much in the way of entertainment in such an out-of-the-way village, so there was nothing to do once the sun went down. Drinking alcohol wasn't a bad idea, but everyone agreed it was better to wait until they had finished their work.

There was no particular reason behind it, but if pressed they would probably say it was something like a prayer. Alcohol was not meant to be drunk before work. That was a rule Alfred had set. Beyond that, he was simply a non-drinker, and Satia had the sort of disposition that refrained from such things.

Her goodnight greeting complete, Satia headed to the room allotted to her.

Although they had heard it had been a while since the house's owner disappeared, the room was not dirty. There wasn't any dust either. Frederica or her companions had probably used this room.

The room contained a bed and a cabinet for storing clothes, as well as two windows. There was not much space for anything else; even Satia with her small frame could easily reach the cabinet from the bed.

The room's layout had probably been arranged by the former owner — an elderly person — so that moving about would not be necessary.

Leaning the staff she had been carrying against the bed, she sat down on it without changing clothes.

"Fuuu…"

She felt a little lightheaded.

Letting out a small breath, her drowsy eyes slowly drifted shut. She warned herself against indiscretion, but her chest felt warm no matter what she did. Even now, she felt her cheeks heat up and flush.

"Alfred-sama—"

She murmured his name. Just that was enough to turn the warmth in her chest into a heat.

She wondered if her companions in the other room were asleep. The room was completely silent as she held her breath, trying to listen for any sound from them.

Satia listened for a while without moving or making any sound — then slid her beautiful white fingers down along her robe.

It was not an expensive item. It was made of a thick cloth that blocked most light touches; you wouldn't even notice someone placing a finger against the robe unless they pressed quite hard.

The stimulation from her fingers did not reach her breast — still undeveloped for an age that no longer required a supportive undergarment — yet she rubbed her fingers over it through her robe again and again. Rather than massaging, it was more like she was caressing herself.

"Nn…"

As for why Satia found that amount of stimulation unsatisfying… it was because she was experienced at pleasuring herself.

As she did this, Satia wondered when she had reached the point of pleasuring herself even while traveling, not just in one of the royal capital's inns. She had no answer.

She knew it was at some point after she became aware of Alfred's goodwill toward her, but when? When she had been bought as a slave? When she was taught magic and how to read and write? Or perhaps when she was needed as an adventurer rather than as a slave?

Rolling up her thick black robe, she clenched it between her teeth. Her immature body from the waist down was laid bare.

The door to the room was closed. Because the robe was held in her mouth, her voice would probably be muffled enough.

Her chest — so meager it didn't even need an undergarment — was exposed to the cool night air. Her cheeks and ears flushed red with embarrassment, but even so, the girl could not hold out any longer and curled her body forward on her side.

She forced her cute, drowsy eyes shut. What she pictured in the darkness was — her beloved master. Despite her original intention of only going so far as to warm her cheeks, the girl's slender, beautiful fingers moved over her precious place with practiced motions.

Her right hand went to her chest, her left hand to the top of her unadorned panties. It was a crude method of masturbation — just pressing down on both with her fingers. Even so, it was not as though she knew nothing about it.

Her body was slight, so her frantic masturbation came with pain. Satia was a slave. Since it had been necessary, she had received an education.

A male slave would become the shield of the adventurer who was his master, and would be used to satisfy a woman's desires.

A female slave would become a tool to satisfy a man's cravings.

Satia's original treatment had essentially been that of this world's slaves.

However, the young man named Alfred was different from the rest. He did not see Satia as a woman; he saw her as a comrade.

He greeted her in the mornings with a genuinely warm voice, thanking and praising Satia for the meals she cooked. Combing her hair with hands that had grown rough from swinging a sword, being drawn close by those large hands—

"—Nnuu."

Unlike her own small hands, his were large and rough.

Her right hand stroked her meager chest up and down. To match her breast size, her small nipples grew excited at the mere thought of the young man, asserting themselves the moment she began rubbing them. Even though she thought it shameful, the girl by no means stopped stimulating her erogenous zones.

The stimulation was light at first. After a while, her small nipples gradually swelled until they could just barely be pinched between her fingers.

Satia's body was insensitive to sexual stimulation because of her age, but her mind was already that of a woman.

She caressed her nipple and pinched it… and stroked her private area from above her white underwear.

In her days as a slave, she had been unable to understand what was so good about it. Everyone knew about masturbation as general knowledge, but for Satia — who held a fastidious dislike for such shameful acts — it gave her the impression that people were defiling themselves. When she had first been trained in the act, she had felt more disgust and pain than pleasure.

She had not gotten even a vague feeling of pleasure from her breasts being rubbed, and her dry genitals had only felt pain. Her immature sexual feelings had not registered the pleasure as pleasure; her brain had simply received it as pain and disgust.

She had been disgusted and rejected it. She had rejected the foul act of masturbation, recognizing it as a shameful deed.

It was different now, however.

She thought of the young man, she thought of her Goshujin-sama, and she masturbated while thinking of him. This, surely, satisfied Satia both as a slave and as a woman.

"Fuu, u—nnn…"

A muffled voice leaked out through the robe held in her mouth.

The fingers that had been caressing her nipple now began to grip and work it, since it was already stiff. The nipple was pliant and would deform into whatever shape she kneaded or pulled it into, but it would immediately spring back to its original form — a delicate, protruding hill of flesh.

As for the fingers working her genitals from above her panties, she shifted her focus slightly higher, toward her eager clitoris. Still sheathed beneath its hood, her clitoris gave her intense stimulation; this was her weakest spot.

The first time the girl had thought of the young man and masturbated, she had stimulated her clitoris directly.

At that time, she had been unable to hold back her voice. She remembered biting down so hard she nearly tore through the pillow she had been using to muffle her voice, all while enduring the incredible stimulation.

After that experience, the girl had even felt something akin to fear about baring her clitoris. It was similar to pain, but the pain was eclipsed by sheer stimulation.

She felt too much. It was beyond obscene. It was with both fear and curiosity toward that more-than-satisfying pleasure that she remembered the experience. Unsure of how she felt about it, she had changed her approach — leaving the clitoris sheathed and covered by her panties. Without the pain, Satia felt moderate pleasure from it.

She did not want to show that youth her current appearance. However, if a night came when she was talking with her beloved Goshujin-sama and her chest happened to warm… at all costs, she would still indulge in this shameful act.

As she moved her fingers while thinking of her master, warmth entered her voice and her waist began to sway slightly back and forth. Her fingers moved faster and faster. Before she realized it, tears of joy began to flow from her tightly closed eyes.

(Goshujin-sama… Goshuuujin-samaaaaa…)

Afraid to speak it aloud, she called for her beloved over and over in her heart. Her black robe caught the drool overflowing from her mouth, darkening.

But the girl did not notice, stroking her nipple and softly stimulating her clitoris.

Her slender waist gave a small spasm, rumpling the bed sheets. The stimulation was more than enough even through her white panties — love fluids began to spill from her vagina.

The sounds of ragged breathing and the rustle of clothing filled the air. The mere thought of whether Alfred, in the room next to hers, might hear her was itself enough to stoke Satia's lust.

Her silver hair clung to her sweat-covered brow. Her hair, usually gathered in a side-tied style, lay spread across the sheet.

"Fuuu, f-, uu.. fuu!"

(More, more… please, harder, touch me!)

Pressing against her erect nipple, she kneaded it with her thumb. Since only her right nipple was being fondled, the swelling of her left nipple was visibly different. She would not stop even if someone saw her obscene state; the girl continued single-mindedly tormenting her right nipple.

The hand working on her clitoris slipped inside her panties and — despite Satia's original resolve — began to caress her clitoris directly. Even so, it was still wrapped in its hood. Her feet and toes alternately curled and stretched to their limit as her waist began to move more intensely.

More forceful, more intense — she violated her nipple, imagining the fingers were her master's.

She was being violated by her Goshujin-sama's large, warm hands. It was only in her heated delusion, but that zealous passion blazed ever fiercer through her body.

"Ha—ah, g-good… so good…!"

Her lips had parted from her robe, unable to endure the pleasure.

"Alfred, sama… aaa…"

She called her master's name with the voice of a woman. Satia knew it was disrespectful, but that only served to push her over the edge into climax.

Long and intense, her body climaxed. Her waist trembled again and again.

As though it could not possibly be enough, her fingers did not stop even while she was still tasting the climax.

Strumming her clitoris forcefully, she matched the rhythm to her waist's convulsions. She thrust her hips up toward the ceiling, as though aiming for the waist of a man who was not there.

"Haaah…! Un—ah!"

She flipped over face-down onto the bed in a panic, trying to subdue her voice. Having gone untouched until then, her left nipple rubbing against the bed sent an electric jolt of stimulation through her mind.

It felt amazing, so she continued using both her right hand and the sheet to stimulate her nipples.

Her nipples rubbing against the sweat-dampened sheet was neither painful nor itchy… it produced a slightly unsatisfying pleasure. But Satia found the stimulation against her burning body just right. Her mind muddied with desire, she rocked her body back and forth while panting in short bursts.

Meanwhile, her bottom — thrust into the air like a dog's — trembled again and again.

When she stimulated her clitoris and the entrance to her genitals, now dripping with lewd fluids, her wet panties bit into her slim bottom. The elastic of her underwear digging into her hips was obscene, making it look as though she were falling from grace.

Not noticing that either, she wholeheartedly devoted herself to teasing her nipples and genitals in pursuit of even greater pleasure.

"Goshuujin, sa—goshuu—shamaa…"

Pushing her face into the bed, she tried to muffle her moans so that no one would hear.

Her muffled voice was stopped by the door and the wall, so it didn't carry to anyone else's ears. Still, the dreaded thought that her beloved Goshujin-sama might hear… could not stop her.

She called for the young man countless times. With her voice, with her thoughts… and though the person herself did not notice it, she was hoping that he would notice her.

Her fingers picked up speed yet again. Imagining her fingers were his, Satia thrust her waist even higher into the air.

She moved from her clitoris to her vagina itself — ravaging herself with two fingers.

Feeling the immaturity and obscenity of it all, she thrust her doll-like fingers into herself over and over.

Constantly stimulating the shallow area as though to rub it raw, she wrung out her sexual pleasure.

She wanted to reach climax while thinking about the young man. Imagining his fingers, recalling her Goshujin-sama's voice, picturing him right there, doing this to her—

"Fuu!? … N, hii… aaau!"

Along with a particularly loud muffled cry, she went into a spasm strong enough that she lost control of her limbs.

Over and over she released her love fluids, her waist quivering as though to show off the way her panties clung to her vagina.

The sheet was wet with her tears, and her robe — still rolled up — no longer served as clothing.

Her delicate back was bared to the air, and her convulsing body glistened through the obscenity of its sweat.

After enduring the spasms for some time, all the strength drained from Satia's body, her waist dropping feebly to the bed. She weakly rolled over and stared dimly up at the ceiling.

Her robe was rolled up and her panties were wet with her secretions, yet she just stared dimly at the ceiling.

The two small, swollen bulges on her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. She herself could hear the lingering notes of her previous act in those breaths.

The girl's fiercely erect nipples spoke of how intense her masturbation had been.

"Haah—… Haah… nn—"

She had to change into her pajamas, and she had to change her underwear too…

Vaguely thinking such things, she tried to move her obscene body, still in the aftermath of her climax.

"Have to, clean…"

Her sweat felt dirty.

Though she did not notice it herself, the smell was sure to be lewd.

… The one person this slave never wanted to be hated by was her Goshujin-sama.

However, her limbs were numb from her climax and would not obey her.

For just a little longer, she would entrust her body to this warm heat — and so Satia, her breasts and panties still exposed—

—closed her eyes.