Heart Piercings and Concubine Service
The shop owner, who had meticulously disinfected everything from the machine to the piercings themselves, even pulled on my nipples and thoroughly cleaned them with cotton swabs soaked in antiseptic. He was so precise that my nipples received a great deal of attention and swelled up before I even realized it. Seeing this, a look of clear displeasure crossed Oppa’s face.
“Oppa, it’s a natural reaction.”
“Who said anything?”
“Then please relax your expression a little.”
His sulky way of turning away completely was adorable. Afraid he might get upset if I laughed, I kept my smile hidden inside and watched as the owner used the piercing gun to open holes in my nipples before inserting temporary studs.
After piercing both sides and securing them with the temporary jewelry, he covered each nipple with a rounded cup-like device and activated it. He checked that the red light was properly illuminating the area, instructed me to remain still for ten minutes, and stepped outside.
“What is this step for?”
“From what I’ve heard, it helps the wound heal quickly so the hole doesn’t close up during recovery. Nipples have such strong regenerative power that this process is apparently essential.”
“It’s similar to the procedure used to lock in the shape of Ruya’s pussy.”
“Ugh~ Just thinking about that time gets me rock hard.”
As if the memory had stirred him, his already bulging crotch surged upward with fresh vigor. Since we were alone, I decided to ask something that had been on my mind.
“You’ve known Ruya a long time, right? What were you feeling when you first took her?”
“Hmm… This is just between us, Elisha, but the truth is Ruya was my first love.”
“Your first love?”
“Think about it. A boy in the middle of his growth spurt being cared for so devotedly by a kind, beautiful elf big sister—how could he not fall for her? The first time I ever saw a woman’s naked body was when I bathed with Ruya.”
“That must have been intensely stimulating.”
“That’s when I awakened to sex. Even when I masturbated… no, that’s a bit much. Anyway, we were so close and from different races that I couldn’t confess. Then this older-sister figure suddenly fell right into my hands. It was surprising, joyful, and complicated all at once.”
Oppa smiled with genuine happiness on his face.
Hmm… If Madam heard this, she might feel a little jealous. I should keep Oppa’s first-love story as something only I know.
“Really, when I had accidentally gained two wives and was thinking I really ought to let them go, Ruya just happened to fall into my grasp. I do feel like Ekaterina pushed me into it, but I sensed it was my last chance and gave it everything I had.”
“I trained her first, but ultimately it was Oppa’s effort that made her submit.”
“No. If you hadn’t trained her and turned her into a slave, I never would have had the chance. Thank you.”
“Hearing you say thank you makes me happy.”
It felt a little like I had trained a slave and presented her as a gift, but since it pleased him, it pleased me too.
“And after gaining three women like that, I started to feel greedy.”
“Greedy?”
“Since I was building a harem anyway, I thought I might as well claim the famous spirit of lust who happened to be right nearby, right?”
“What? So I’m not here because of responsibility or love—just because of your greed?”
The expression program that normally ran automatically read my intent and created a deliberately pouty face. It took some effort to generate expressions on purpose for pranks, but I was satisfied that it functioned so well.
Oppa looked flustered by my playful sulking and stammered out an excuse.
“Ah, no. Of course I like you too, Elisha. I’m not the kind of man who can embrace a woman he doesn’t care for. You know how I feel, don’t you?”
“Pfft. I’m joking. I can read emotions well. How could I not understand Oppa’s heart?”
“Haah~ You startled me. I nearly had a heart attack.”
We were still laughing and chatting when the ten minutes must have passed, because the shop owner quietly returned, stopped the machine, and removed it. He gently twisted and pulled out the temporary stud, revealing a clean, perfectly shaped hole that had not closed at all. Into that stable opening he inserted a thicker gold piercing adorned with a heart-shaped charm and locked the mechanism in place.
Because the bar was thicker than the temporary one used to hold the hole open, the fit felt deliciously tight. The owner shook my breasts a few times to check the placement, declared it finished, and began putting his tools away.
I rose from the chair, cupped my breasts together with both hands to emphasize them, and asked Oppa.
“How do they look? Do you like them?”
“They’re perfect!”
“Aah~”
I immediately acted delighted as his hands rushed forward to tug on my newly pierced nipples. In truth the pain still outweighed the pleasure, but I performed the role of a girl lost in ecstasy to make him happy. As expected, excitement and satisfaction bloomed across his face when he saw my reaction.
“Ugh~ You’re the only one who accepts my tastes so perfectly, Elisha. I love you!”
Shouting his love, he pulled me into a deep kiss. I tangled my tongue with his in response. Ever since receiving Guardian’s imprint, my tongue had grown far more sensitive; the way it coiled around his sent subtle waves of pleasure through me.
The moment we arrived home, Oppa—already wildly aroused—began to caress me, and I started my service. The act began with undressing right at the entrance, drawing the rest of the family to gather and watch.
“My, you two seem rather impatient.”
“Hubby’s cock is incredibly stiff, nya.”
“With those nipple piercings, it looks even more obscene.”
“Ahh, it’s so deep.”
“Shut up and present that pussy!”
Slap! His powerful hand made my ass ripple. Burning pain bloomed alongside rising pleasure, and I performed the role of a girl who loved every second of it. Oppa’s face had transformed into that of a sadistic man; he kept striking my buttocks while thrusting his hips. This sadistic side only appeared when he received my service—ever since we had begun our masochistic play.
After thrusting rapidly for a while, Oppa suddenly slid his arm between my legs, forced me to bend at the waist, clasped his hands behind my neck, and lifted me clean off the ground.
“Aah!”
“Hup!”
My legs were spread wide in an M-shape and my upper body was folded forward by the grip on my neck—an uncomfortable posture, yet one that brought back old memories. It was exactly the position in which I had lost my virginity to Lord Theorantys inside the game.
I was helplessly impaled by the cock driving upward from below.
“Huut!”
“Ahk! It feels so good!”
Smack! Smack! The lewd sound of flesh colliding echoed through the house with each powerful thrust. My breasts bounced violently up and down, the golden hearts on my nipples sparkling as they caught the light. Bound and having my pussy ravaged, I acted even more aroused, performing my pleasure with greater enthusiasm.
“No matter how many times I watch, Elisha’s service is beautiful, nya.”
“I suppose we should say it’s only natural for the spirit of lust. There’s so much to learn just by watching.”
As Charlotte said, only the legal wife—Madam—was recognized as having proper sex. Therefore, my intercourse with Oppa was never mutual; it was simply service to relieve his sexual needs. At first I had called it sex and thought of it that way too, but after Madam’s repeated lessons I had come to understand my place and now recognized it purely as service.
“Prepare a drink for the husband and a towel to wipe away his sweat.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Ruya and Charlotte went inside, leaving only Madam to watch my service with a smile. She approached with a haughty expression, kneaded my bouncing breasts, and asked.
“As a concubine, how does it feel to serve your husband like this?”
“Hng! It feels wonderful!”
“Hehe. You finally understand your position. Never forget that although you are the husband’s sister, you are also his concubine.”
“Yes, yes! Madam! Aah!”
I gave the answers Madam liked and showed perfect obedience. She seemed pleased; her face relaxed into satisfaction as she rolled my clit—tightened by its ring—sending fresh pleasure through me.
“Ugh! The grip got even better!”
“Ahk! Ahng!”
“Squeeze your pussy harder. You are not satisfying your own desires right now—you are servicing the husband to relieve his lust.”
“Yes, Madam!”
While receiving Madam’s instruction I clenched and released my inner walls with greater force. Prioritizing my partner’s pleasure over my own was practically my instinct, so I adapted to concubine service with surprising speed.
Smack! Smack!
“Ugh! I’m cumming!”
“As you know, time your climax to match his ejaculation.”
“Yes, Madam! Ahng!”
As Madam said, my experience as an angel gave me superior technique when it came to service. But for the sake of her authority I deliberately let her teach me and followed obediently.
Smack! Smack!
“Cumming!”
“Aaaahng!”
The cock buried to the deepest point inside me jerked powerfully, flooding me with an enormous quantity of semen. The sperm generated by the symbiote-swollen balls mixed with jelly-like fluid and began to fill my womb. While my cervix opened to receive it directly, I repeatedly thanked him for ejaculating on Madam’s command.
Maintaining the lifted position, Oppa pumped me full until my womb could hold no more. The instant he finished, he dropped me onto the floor as if discarding me.
“Whew, whew. As expected, Elisha’s service always feels incredible.”
“Hehe. Was the concubine’s service satisfactory?”
“Very. You teach well.”
“Hohoho. It’s all thanks to the concubines who follow so nicely.”
Oppa was busy conversing with Madam and paid no attention to me as I lay twitching on the floor. This too was a deliberate act on Madam’s part—subtly reinforcing the idea that a concubine existed only to provide service. Because this pattern had been repeated consistently over a long time, Oppa now naturally ignored the concubine once the service was over, unlike in the beginning.
Ruya and Charlotte failed to notice these small details, but every one of them was crystal clear to me. Still, I remained silent and obedient. Madam knew I had noticed, yet she was grateful that I simply accepted it.
“Husband, here is some water.”
“Oh, thank you, Ruya.”
Ruya, having handed him the water, began wiping his sweat- and saliva-stained body with a towel. Charlotte, also holding a towel, approached me where I sat on the floor.
“Elisha, I’ll wipe you down, nya.”
“Thank you, Charlotte.”
Having one concubine clean another after service was Madam’s way of strengthening the bond between us. Naturally, Madam only received service—she never wiped anyone herself.
While Charlotte cleaned my pussy with the towel, she spoke with an envious expression.
“Nya. I’m so jealous that your semen doesn’t leak out, nya.”
“It is convenient.”
When I cleaned Madam and Charlotte, dealing with the thick streams of semen was always a major chore. Oppa’s loads were so enormous that no matter how much I wiped, more kept flowing out, which was terribly inconvenient.
After receiving Ruya’s devoted cleaning, Oppa moved to the living room with Madam and sat down. The three concubines finished their cleanup and knelt before the couple.
Ever since I had accepted my position as concubine, I had received proper training and could now perform these actions with natural grace.
Oppa leaned comfortably against the chairback and looked at us.
“Huaa~ Once Elisha and Ruya leave, the house is going to feel empty.”
“Hohoho. It is necessary work, so it cannot be helped. While the two concubines are away, Charlotte and I will make sure you don’t feel lonely.”
“Ekaterina really is so reliable.”
While Oppa and Madam enjoyed their harmonious conversation, we concubines—who had no right to speak—simply listened in silence. At first the dynamic had felt awkward, but now it was familiar.
“For the time being I must rest from hunter work, so I plan to focus on the temple duties I have been neglecting.”
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“Housework is women’s work. Husband, please devote yourself to personal training.”
“All right, I understand.”
Madam made sure that everything except hunter activities was handled exclusively by the women. She distributed tasks as needed, leading the concubines in such a way that Oppa’s personal time was maximized. Thanks to this, aside from his hunter duties he had nearly all his time free and spent it leisurely on training or hobbies.
It was a household that existed solely for the family head and his legal wife, yet the thoroughly tamed concubines simply obeyed and followed.
“And husband.”
“Yes?”
“It is time to prepare for a second child, so some arrangements will be necessary.”
“Uh… what do you need? I’ll provide anything.”
“We will need a servant to handle the housework in place of any pregnant concubines.”
“Hmm… should we hire someone?”
“I already have a plan prepared. I simply needed your permission.”
“Of course I give it. Handle it as you see fit, Ekaterina.”
“Yes, husband.”
Madam smiled seductively and bowed her head.
Once Oppa left the house saying he was going to train, Madam took charge and the concubine meeting began in earnest.
“Elisha, is the previous matter progressing well?”
“Yes, Madam. I have already secured eight.”
The matter in question was the slave-prostitute project I had been entrusted with earlier. After successfully creating an appropriate Abaddon fluid, I had diligently sought out suitable women and applied the fluid. The results had borne fruit, and I now had eight slave prostitutes ready.
Madam smiled, apparently satisfied with the number eight, praised me for a job well done, and issued additional orders.
“Select those best suited to serve as household servants and bring them. You understand the conditions without me needing to repeat them, yes?”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Good. You truly are an outstanding concubine, Elisha.”
At Madam’s continued praise, envy flickered across the faces of the other two—Ruya and Charlotte. The pair had been completely tamed and had reached the stage where they found happiness in being recognized by Madam as proper concubines. This was why Madam deliberately praised one of us whenever all three were gathered—to spark envy and mold us into even more ideal concubines.
Madam was frighteningly skilled at taming people.