The Craftsman's Obsession
The craftsman lifted his glasses with the same hand that had been scribbling notes in his notebook and said, “Legs are done. Now I’ll measure your arms. Take it off.”
“Ah, that was still left.”
I had thought we were finished, but the gloves remained. I removed my top as well, ending up in nothing but underwear, and held my arms out in the required position. Even as he pressed close to take the measurements, there was absolutely no sexual interest in his gaze toward my body.
“Now I see why they call you a master craftsman.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to feel some real respect for him too.”
After finishing both arms, he kept nodding and muttering to himself. “As expected, both arms are perfectly symmetrical. What a fascinating body. Its value is that much higher. Let me measure the rest of your body too.”
“The whole body?”
“We can’t just let a material this perfect slip away. I’ll make armor pieces for every part of your body.”
“We’re on a tight budget.”
“I’ll provide the additional equipment free of charge. Please, I’m begging you.”
When I glanced at Ruya, she looked equally dumbfounded. Still, the offer of free equipment was tempting.
“You’re saying you’ll give me the equipment I’ll wear on my body for free? Then yes, I accept.”
“Thank you! I’ll create my greatest masterpiece yet!”
I had no idea how much he must have fallen in love with my body to offer equipment worth hundreds of millions for free. But when someone offers something at no cost, there’s no reason to refuse.
“Haa, is it okay if I sit down and rest?”
“Of course.”
Ruya must have grown tired of watching. She sat in a nearby chair and began playing on her smartphone. I moved my body this way and that according to the craftsman’s instructions, assisting with the measurements that began from my shoulders. Eventually, even my underwear came off at his request, and I stood completely naked while he continued. His muttered comments were slightly embarrassing.
“Compared to those broad shoulders, the ribcage is quite small. Even with simple logic, considering the internal organs, this skeletal structure should be impossible. The ribcage is small, yet how are the breasts so large? I’ll have to think carefully about the shape of the armor.”
While measuring my body with both arms spread wide, he gathered my breasts with both hands, shaping them as he muttered. He was clearly fondling and squeezing them, yet strangely it didn’t feel sexual at all.
After finishing the upper body, he focused intensely on my waist and pelvic lines. He changed positions several times, pressing the tape measure against me, and kept scribbling notes around the sketch of my body in his notebook.
“The waist isn’t particularly narrow, yet the pelvis is so wide that the lines come alive. Similarly, the shoulders are broad for a woman, but with the small ribcage and large breasts, the overall silhouette is excellent. If we cinch the waist just a little more with a corset-armor style, it would look even better.”
In a way, the craftsman seemed like an artisan who understood the female form exceptionally well.
After muttering to himself and examining me for quite some time, he finally declared it was over.
“All done. You can put your clothes back on now.”
“Whew, that took quite a while. Wouldn’t it be easier to just scan me with a scanner?”
“The inspiration that strikes in the moment while measuring directly is what matters. Scanning and fiddling around on a computer has no soul! There’s no trace of the craftsman’s touch or inspiration in it.”
“Ah, I see.”
It was probably best to just stay quiet. After receiving my clothes from Ruya and getting dressed, he asked, “Do you have any requests for the armor?”
“Um… I’d prefer the back to be left as open as possible.”
“Leave the back open… Anything else?”
“No. Please make it however you like.”
“Excellent. It’s been a long time since my artistic soul has burned this brightly.”
Leaving the glasses-wearing craftsman who barely acknowledged our farewell, we stepped out of the room, received a polite goodbye from the bald craftsman, and left the workshop.
The night before our departure for the request.
Until late afternoon, the family had been busy with final checks. Once preparations were finally complete and we had some free time, Gwangnam entered the living room where the four women were gathered, his face bright with joy.
“I’m here!”
“Welcome back, my husband.”
“I brought a present!”
He pulled a small box from his pocket, opened it, and showed us the contents. Inside were four rings that appeared to be made of gold, neatly lined up.
“They’re wedding rings.”
“Oh my, how wonderful.”
“What’s this all of a sudden, nya?”
Gwangnam’s wives’ eyes sparkled at the words “wedding rings.” Honestly, it was surprising that he hadn’t given them any until now.
“But these are incredibly small?”
Ruya picked up one ring and tried to slip it onto her finger, but it was so tiny it wouldn’t even fit on her pinky. Wait, I’ve seen something similar before… where was it?
“Those aren’t for fingers. They’re clitoris rings—rings meant to be worn on the clitoris!”
“My husband, what are you saying…?”
“What kind of nonsense is this, nya?”
“Please stop joking.”
Ah, right. These were the same clitoris rings Isabel had put on me. I hadn’t paid them much attention, so it took me a while to remember. I picked one up and examined it closely. On the outside, Kim Gwangnam’s name was engraved in extremely fine lettering, and on the inside was some kind of magic circle I couldn’t identify.
“I’m not joking. I’m wearing one on my finger too. See?”
“That one’s for a finger, nya. Why do we get these, nya?”
“It’s the part that can prove more clearly than anywhere else that you’re my women.”
“Even so, how can you call something like this a wedding ring…”
“I didn’t give you nipple piercings, so at least do this much. It doesn’t hurt and it supposedly feels good.”
Faced with the women’s clearly displeased reactions, Gwangnam pleaded desperately. The problem was that he had brought clitoris rings and called them wedding rings in the first place, but he seemed completely unaware of what the issue was.
“Then since I decided on nipple piercings, I don’t have to do this, right?”
“Ah, no. That’s not what I meant.”
“The problem is that what you brought as wedding rings are clitoris rings. You need to go get proper ones for your wives.”
The three women nodded in agreement with my words.
“So go out right now and buy proper rings.”
“Ah, understood.”
When I pushed him from behind and urged him on, he hurriedly left the house again. Only after he was gone did the women pour out their complaints.
“This is too much, nya.”
“Our husband needs to develop a little more consideration for women.”
“To bring clitoris rings and call them wedding rings… how on earth did he come up with that idea?”
“Umm… there are people with that kind of fetish.”
I explained through my own experiences that such tastes did exist. While Charlotte and Ruya, who were relatively sexually innocent, were one thing, even Ekaterina—who had essentially been a prostitute—seemed unaware.
“The other two I can understand, but Miss Ekaterina, you were a prostitute yet you surprisingly don’t know much about sexual fetishes.”
“Hohoho, after all, I only sold my body to the faithful as a nun. I only know about ordinary sexual intercourse. That’s why it’s such a relief that someone as knowledgeable as you, Lady Elisha, has become part of the family.”
“That’s right, nya. We need a woman who can give our husband a stern talking-to like you did earlier, nya.”
“It’s the role of women to complement each other’s shortcomings while serving our husband.”
Once again, they naturally treated me as family and as one of Gwangnam’s women. Instead of trying to tie me down directly like before, they were creating an atmosphere that continuously emphasized how much I was needed, gradually making me accustomed to it. This was probably Ekaterina’s new approach after our previous clash caused by her overbearing methods. The problem was that this current method was working on me far better than the last one.
“Ahem, ahem. Oppa lacks awareness, so you have to tell him directly. If you all feel something isn’t right, it’s better to speak up clearly.”
“It’s hard for us because we have to obey our husband, nya.”
“Moreover, Charlotte and I are concubines, so it’s even harder.”
“It’s a role that only you, Lady Elisha—who is our husband’s woman yet not his wife—can fulfill.”
With three against one, it was difficult to change the mood. No matter what, it always circled back to the atmosphere that I was needed.
To shift the mood once more, I held up one of the clitoris rings and said, “The clitoris rings from where I used to live were a type of piercing that used scientific technology to penetrate the clitoris, but these look different. I don’t see any special mechanisms on them.”
“Hmm… there’s size adjustment magic, fixation magic, and adhesion magic. When you put it on the clitoris, it automatically shrinks and locks in place. There seems to be another spell too, but I’m not sure what it does.”
“But if we receive proper wedding rings, will you do this, nya?”
“It doesn’t damage the body like a piercing, so I think it should be fine. And I feel bad about refusing our husband’s requests so many times.”
The women touched the clitoris rings with their hands and eventually agreed that this much was acceptable.
“Then let’s do it once he brings back proper wedding rings, nya.”
“Thanks to Master, we avoided the nipple piercings, so this seems okay.”
“Then shall we have our husband put on the clitoris rings at the same time as the wedding rings? Everyone, take off your panties.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Nya, Madam.”
The concubines immediately answered Ekaterina’s commanding tone and stood up to remove their panties. Recently, Charlotte had been trying to copy Ruya by adding “Madam,” but it still sounded awkward.
Having removed her own panties as well, Ekaterina said to me, “You too, Lady Elisha.”
“Me as well?”
“Our husband prepared four clitoris rings for all his women, so we must all receive them together.”
“Uh… but I already have to get nipple piercings.”
“Nya, this is our husband’s gift, so all the women must receive it together, nya.”
“Master, the clitoris rings are something the whole family should do together.”
When I hesitated, they all began persuading me that it was for the sake of the family. I had already resigned myself to doing the nipple piercings alone for everyone’s sake, yet now they were saying the clitoris rings had to be done together. It felt a little unfair. But as the words “for the family” kept being repeated, my resolve gradually weakened.
“Please go along with it as a member of the family.”
“Alright. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Thank you, nya.”
Under their persistent requests, I eventually surrendered and took off my panties. Once we were all standing without our lower garments, Ekaterina touched Charlotte’s pussy and said, “Are you applying the ointment properly?”
“Nya, as ordered, I apply it three times every day, nya.”
“Good. It’s become much softer. Now let’s check inside…”
She slipped a finger into Charlotte’s pussy. Charlotte naturally pushed her hips forward, taking a position that made it easier to examine. Startled by the sudden pussy inspection, I asked, “Ruya, what is this all of a sudden?”
“It’s a surprise inspection.”
“A surprise inspection?”
“The legal wife inspects the concubines’ pussy conditions. They have a duty to always maintain the best possible state for our husband.”
“It’s like a madam managing prostitutes in a brothel.”
It was similar to how the madams in Eden’s brothels would inspect the angels’ pussies and overall physical condition. The only difference was that managing angels in a brothel meant maintaining products for customers, while Ekaterina managing the concubines meant maintaining women to be offered to the family patriarch.
“Make sure to trim all the hair on your labia. It doesn’t feel good during insertion.”
“Nya, Madam.”
“Next, Ruya.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Ruya immediately assumed the position, thrusting her pussy forward at Ekaterina’s call. After gently stroking and checking inside, she said, “You’re managing it well. Good job.”
“Thank you, Madam.”
“Next is Lady Elisha. Present your pussy.”
“Uh… yes.”
She asked so naturally that I unconsciously obeyed. Ekaterina smiled softly at me, then covered my pussy with her palm and rubbed it as she spoke.
“From now on, Lady Elisha, you should also apply the ointment and take proper care of yourself. While it is already an exceptionally outstanding pussy that our husband rates as top grade, proper maintenance will make it even better.”
Being inspected by Ekaterina while Charlotte and Ruya watched ironically made me feel like I had truly become one of their family women. When I hesitated and didn’t answer, Ekaterina spoke sternly.
“You must respond properly.”
“Y-yes.”
“When responding, you must address me as Madam. Try again.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Very good. You’re finally starting to show signs of being part of the family.”
While praising me, she slipped a finger inside my pussy and explored the interior. My body instinctively clenched around the invading finger, gripping it tightly.
“Oh my, what excellent tightness. It really is worthy of being called top grade. The vaginal walls are densely folded and wonderfully elastic.”
The very situation of having my pussy touched and evaluated by someone else stimulated my masochistic tendencies, sending waves of pleasure through me. Hngh… this kind of life might actually be better than I thought.