The Armor and the Whip
The armor of Eden's angel, chapter 155, was a peculiar set: a metal breastplate that covered from the chest down to the waist, paired with tough black panties that cradled the groin. Like the greaves, the armor clung tightly to the body, yet the soft inner lining made it surprisingly comfortable to wear.
“But it only covers the groin with panties… isn’t that a little embarrassing?”
“That’s why we add this.”
The craftsman attached a skirt armor made of silver metal with white fabric hanging from it. The central section over the groin was as short as a miniskirt and crafted from sheer, lace-like material that allowed a clear view beneath, while longer panels draped over the hips and reached the thighs like a proper skirt. Once worn, it truly felt more like clothing than armor.
“Hmm. I made it myself, but it really is a work of art.”
“Why is the groin section mesh? Everything is visible.”
“That’s the point. The body is protected by solid metal, yet the groin remains fully exposed. The eroticism comes from that deliberate imbalance.”
I didn’t fully understand his reasoning, but I could tell it was meant to be erotic. The torso and lower body were encased in metal, yet the waist-connected skirt deliberately exposed the black panties at the groin, making the whole ensemble look provocatively lewd. Still, the torso piece moved as freely as the greaves. Though the waist section resembled a corset, its elastic material and densely interlocked metal plates gave it far more flexibility than expected, allowing unrestricted movement.
Finally, I donned the gauntlets that reached the forearms and the pauldrons that covered the shoulders, completing the full-body armor. Despite being made of metal, it was remarkably slim and sleek rather than bulky or cumbersome.
“Art. Pure art. It was worth all the effort!”
The craftsman, camera in hand, began snapping photos of me from every angle. Remembering his earlier promise to provide the armor for free in exchange for promotional photos, I struck various poses as thanks—holding different weapons, even wearing the helmet to obscure my face. Only after dozens of shots did I remove the armor, store it in my spatial bag, and change back into regular clothes. I bid farewell to the still-busy craftsman and headed home.
That night, I held a fashion show for the family. I demonstrated each piece from the beginning, and once fully equipped, Gwangnam spoke with admiration.
“That craftsman really knows his stuff. Good job.”
“But why do you have to be naked to put it on, nyang?” Charlotte asked.
“The measurements were taken on bare skin. Besides, the armor is comfortable enough to serve as clothing, so there’s no need to wear anything underneath.”
Apart from the requirement of stripping completely before wearing it, the equipment was excellent. While the others examined me, Ruya tilted her head thoughtfully.
“Wouldn’t it be better to wear Las underneath? It would protect the exposed skin and keep you from being completely naked when you remove the armor.”
“That makes sense.”
“What do you mean by wearing Las?” Gwangnam asked.
While Ruya explained, I considered her suggestion. Since Las had originally been meant to protect my entire body, wearing the slime against my skin beneath the armor seemed practical.
“So your womb is made of rubber-like slime now?”
“Yes. The slime has fused with my uterus.”
“Oh my.”
“Is that really okay, nyang? Doesn’t it feel strange, nyang?”
“It’s fine. In fact, it has many advantages—no menstruation, and no risk of uterine diseases.”
“If you don’t menstruate, doesn’t that mean you can’t get pregnant, nyang?”
“Ovulation still occurs normally. The uterus itself functions as a placenta, so pregnancy is still possible.”
“A womb that’s always ready for conception… how arousing.”
By the time I removed the armor, the family seemed to have accepted Las’s existence. More than acceptance, they watched me with fascinated, excited expressions as they continued their discussion.
Under their gazes, I placed a hand on my lower abdomen and conveyed my intent to Las. Soon, the slime emerged from between my legs and began spreading across my body.
“Aha! That’s the suit you were wearing when we first met.”
“How fascinating.”
“It really is coming out of her pussy, nyang.”
The slime enveloped me in its viscous form before hardening into its familiar elastic latex state. As I tested my movements, an excited Ruya approached and slapped my rear from below.
Smack!
“Hnn.”
“You’ve been neglecting your training as a concubine, Master. I’ve missed this sensation.”
Slap! Despite the family watching, she struck me without hesitation, clearly enjoying herself. The long-awaited masochistic stimulation drew a moan from me, and I unconsciously shifted into a more receptive posture.
Slap.
“Hehe, it seems our Master has built up quite a bit of masochistic desire. Since you’ve become Sir’s woman, why don’t you ask him properly?”
“Haah.”
Watching the three of them, I sensed their interest and arousal, which only heightened my own pleasure. Even Gwangnam, who had previously seemed uninterested in sadism, now sported a visible erection.
Following Ruya’s instructions, I knelt and presented my hips. Charlotte approached.
“You’re already excited, nyang. Elisha really is a pervert who loves being hit, nyang.”
“Master, please ask.”
“Hnn… Charlotte, please hit me too.”
At Ruya’s prompting, I ended up requesting a strike from Charlotte as well. She delivered a curious slap to my rear.
Smack!
“Kyaa!”
“Nyang, I hit too hard. Are you okay, nyang?”
“Haah… It feels good.”
Thanks to my full-body prosthesis’s natural resistance to impact and the protective layer of Las, the pain was minimal. Charlotte’s uncontrolled strike actually felt pleasant.
“Master is a severe masochist.”
“Oh my, as expected of a former sex slave. How about becoming our husband’s sex slave?”
Ekaterina had approached, covering her mouth with one hand as she spoke in a gentle yet suggestive tone. Beside her, Gwangnam swallowed hard, staring intently.
“Being a real sex slave is a bit…”
“Hoho, I don’t mean becoming an actual slave. I’m suggesting you become his play partner for sex-slave roleplay.”
“Master, that much should be fine, right?”
“Well… if it’s just roleplay and not real slavery, I suppose it’s acceptable.”
Becoming a genuine sex slave would never be permitted by my true master, Elisa, but simple play was another matter. I had always enjoyed such scenarios anyway.
Charlotte, who had been scratching my chin with her tail swaying, asked, “What about Husband, nyang?”
“At first, hitting a woman felt wrong, but seeing it now… it’s a little arousing. Do you really like being hit?”
“Yes. Would you like to try?”
“Is that okay?”
“Sir, this is when you must show the strength of a dominant male. Dominate the female with authority.”
Ruya kindly instructed him on the proper dominant mindset, and Ekaterina added her own advice with a smile. Though expected from Ekaterina, even Ruya seemed more knowledgeable about dominance than I was. Perhaps it stemmed from a difference in natural disposition.
Under their patient guidance on how to command and treat a slave, Gwangnam gradually began to embody the role of a sadistic male.
“You must appear strong and reliable enough for a masochistic female partner to trust and depend on. But you mustn’t be purely coercive.”
“You can’t let Elisha lead you around like before. You must firmly take control. She’s an obedient female—if properly trained, she’ll become your slave.”
“Hmm, it’s harder than I thought. Still, I think I’ve got the hang of it.”
He sat on my prone back, stroking my rear. Occasionally delivering sharp slaps while demanding grateful thanks, he sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
Smack!
“Haang~ Thank you.”
“Good girl.”
Along with the brief praise, his left hand gently patted my head. The repeated punishment and reward filled me with submissive bliss.
“If you continue behaving so obediently, I’ll reward you.”
“Yes~”
“Shall I receive service while sitting on Elisha? Ruya, suck it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Though not heavy, the sensation of being used as furniture while Gwangnam received service from another female drew an involuntary moan from me. As Ruya carefully performed fellatio after opening his pants, my existence was completely ignored, reduced to that of a chair.
Smack!
“Hnn, thank you.”
“How does it feel? Being treated as a sex slave is enjoyable, isn’t it? Hohoho.”
I had reflexively thanked the one who struck me, only to realize it was Ekaterina. Even under her knowing gaze, I couldn’t deny how aroused I was. She touched my latex-covered, protruding sex, occasionally delivering irregular slaps.
Smack!
“Hngh, thank you.”
“If you submit to Sir and me, the head wife, I’ll allow you to enjoy this slave-like pleasure whenever you wish.”
Whap!
“Haah! Thank you!”
A far more powerful impact struck my rear, sending intense pleasure surging through me. When my posture faltered, Ekaterina grabbed my hair and pulled.
“How can the chair move while Sir is seated? Maintain your posture.”
“Y-yes.”
“A slave who forgets her place needs punishment.”
Whap! Smack!
“Hngh! Thank you!”
Armed with a whip she had retrieved, Ekaterina began striking my rear in earnest. I climaxed multiple times, struggling to keep my trembling body under control while continuing to offer thanks. The separation of my doll-like consciousness made it somewhat easier.
Only after Ruya and Charlotte had extracted two loads from him did Gwangnam finally rise from my back.
“Hoo, fellatio alone isn’t enough.”
“Hohoho, how about using the slave’s pussy?”
At Ekaterina’s signal, Ruya and Charlotte lifted me by the arms and legs. I was suspended in the air, legs spread wide in an embarrassing position. Ekaterina struck my exposed sex with the whip.
“Quickly prepare your pussy to receive his cock.”
“Ahn… Yes, Madam.”
Following her command, I instructed Las to retreat back inside. Gwangnam watched with curious eyes as the slime was drawn back into my vagina, then touched my now-slick entrance.
“It really is amazing. Since your womb is made of latex, I suppose it can take impacts without issue?”
“Yes. Master is a masochist who even enjoys being struck in the stomach.”
“Hmm.”
At Ruya’s words, he clenched his fist and drove it into my lower abdomen. A pain on an entirely different level from the spanking slammed into my womb, bringing with it an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
Thud!
“Hngh!”
“You must offer thanks!”
Smack!
“Th-thank you!”
Caught off guard by the unexpectedly intense pleasure, I had forgotten to thank him, earning a sharp whip strike to my sex from Ekaterina. Being held helplessly in the air, struck repeatedly while forced to express gratitude, became an additional spice that drove me easily to climax. As Gwangnam realized that hitting me elicited thanks, his hesitation vanished and he began to strike my entire body with genuine enjoyment. Time passed as I climaxed endlessly from the masochistic pleasure, offering constant words of gratitude.