The Noble's Claim
At that moment, the customer pointed to the ring on her clitoris. “That’s the clitoris, isn’t it? You’ve even adorned that with jewelry?”
“Yes, one ornament on the clitoris.”
“Wow~ How cute. May I touch it?”
“Yes.”
The customer’s face lit up with excitement as he brought his fingers to the sensitive nub. At first he only brushed it lightly, but his touch soon grew bolder—pressing firmly, then pinching. Ever since receiving the ring from her master, the constant stimulation had made her somewhat accustomed to it, so she could endure, though her clitoris still twitched reflexively.
“Oh, it got a little bigger.”
“Just as a man’s penis becomes erect, the clitoris does the same. It’s a much smaller organ, but similar in function.”
“Fascinating.”
While playfully toying with the now-erect nub, the customer noticed the fluid seeping between her folds. “Something’s coming out.”
“That’s love juice. It appears when a woman is aroused.”
“Sniff, sniff.”
He suddenly leaned in and inhaled, as if trying to catch the scent. Elisha felt a flush of embarrassment. No matter the situation, smelling it felt a little too intimate.
“It has a rather pleasant fragrance.”
“A woman’s diet can change both the taste and the scent.”
“How interesting. But does it usually come out this much?”
“I tend to produce quite a lot.”
The customer’s hand, after sweeping across her sex, was coated with a generous amount of fluid. Elisha’s body was particularly prone to heavy lubrication. Before she had grown used to the stimulation on her clitoris, her panties would become completely soaked, sometimes even running down her thighs—an extremely inconvenient trait.
“Shall we try spreading it now?”
“This is supposed to open? It just looks like a single line…”
Although skeletal modification had widened her pelvis and created more space between her legs, her plump outer lips remained tightly closed, revealing only a thin seam.
“The vagina is the place that can accept a penis. Use your fingers to hold the lips and spread them apart.”
The customer placed his fingers on her outer lips and carefully applied pressure. The tightly sealed folds parted, exposing the inner lips and the glistening slit within. When the slick, wet entrance came into view, his eyes widened.
“Wow~ It really does split open.”
“The small opening at the very top is the urethra where urine comes out. Below that is the vaginal entrance.”
“It looks lewd.”
He stared in silence, studying her sex intently. Under that gaze, more fluid trickled out. Come to think of it, this was the first time she had shown her naked body to a man. Not only showing it, but explaining every part while growing aroused—she wondered if she was more of a pervert than she had realized.
“What is this?”
The customer asked, touching her hymen. Elisha’s hymen had a small opening in the center but was still clearly recognizable as a membrane.
“It’s the hymen.”
“The hymen?”
“It’s a membrane-like structure at the vaginal entrance. Contrary to the word’s implication, it isn’t always present from the beginning as proof of virginity, and it can tear during vigorous exercise, so it isn’t a reliable indicator.”
Curiously probing the membrane with his finger, the customer tried to push inside the vaginal opening. Startled by the sudden intrusion, Elisha stopped him.
“You mustn’t push too deep all at once.”
“Huh? Why not?”
“Inserting without preparation can cause injury.”
“Then what should I do?”
“Stimulate the clitoris like before and caress the entrance.”
“Like this?”
“A little gentler and faster, please.”
Following her instructions, the customer diligently moved his hand, caressing her sex. Her body responded obediently, pleasure building steadily, more fluid flowing as her body prepared for sex. The thought of teaching a man how to insert his finger into her own vagina sent a shiver through her.
Once her body had relaxed sufficiently, she spoke again. “Now you can insert one finger and move it in and out, gradually going deeper.”
Schlick.
The customer carefully guided his slick finger into her entrance. With her passage softened and well-lubricated, his finger slipped through the opening in her hymen and reached the inner walls.
“If you curl your finger, you’ll feel the vaginal walls. That’s the place that squeezes and pleases when a penis is inserted.”
“So the vagina is a hole meant for a penis?”
“That’s right.”
“Aha, so what was written in the book was true.”
“What did it say?”
“It said women exist for men, and the vagina exists solely as a hole to receive a penis.”
He held a rather twisted perspective, wherever he had read that book. Such thinking wasn’t healthy.
“How old are you, sir?”
“I’m twenty-one.”
Oh. He was only a year older than her. She had assumed he was younger.
“Which country are you from?”
“Tarykin. My parents were coming to Eden for business, and I begged them to let me come along as a coming-of-age gift.”
Tarykin was an extremely conservative nation when it came to sex, largely due to its rigid class system. So conservative, in fact, that children received no proper sex education until adulthood; everything was simply forbidden. As a result, many Tarykin citizens who reached adulthood at twenty developed rather twisted sexual preferences.
“How did you come across that book?”
“My older brother gave it to me.”
“The content of that book is a little problematic…”
Before she could finish, the customer suddenly pinched her clitoris hard. Thanks to her training under her master, the pain registered as pleasure, but the abrupt punishment made her stop mid-sentence. She had thought him young and innocent, so his sudden display of violence startled her.
“The book says that women who try to defy men should be educated through pain.”
“You should throw that book away.”
“I can’t. It was given to me by my respected brother.”
Apparently believing she was still resisting, he twisted her clitoris with increasing force. At this intensity, most women would be unable to endure the pain. Elisha deliberately made a pained expression, and only then did he ease the pressure, gently stroking her instead.
“It also says that after breaking a woman through pain, you should soothe her gently.”
It seemed the book was about subjugating and handling women. Giving such twisted notions to a boy with no sexual knowledge was dangerous. This was nothing like BDSM, which relied on mutual consent and trust; it was literally about forcibly breaking a woman and treating her like a slave.
While she debated whether to stop his fingers that were now toying with her hymen, the customer spoke.
“Don’t worry. The book says to treat a woman well once she submits to a man.”
“Have you ever mentioned these thoughts to your parents?”
“No, but my mother submits to my father. My sister-in-law submits to my brother as well.”
At this point, it seemed like a family tradition. What kind of slave-loving household was this? In Tarykin, slavery was legal—perhaps they were a family that dealt in slaves.
“What’s your name?”
“Elisha.”
“I’m Edward Duke Dreculle. Call me Ed.”
“Were you nobility?”
“Yes. My father is a duke.”
Tarykin was a monarchy with a strict class system. According to the information window that appeared in her vision, the Dreculle ducal house was royalty, ruling the border region adjacent to Eden. Though their military power was low due to the monster-infested territory, the wealth they generated through trade was immense, making them one of Tarykin’s richest families. No wonder he had carried an aristocratic air from the very beginning—he was the son of a duke. But why was someone like him here?
While gently caressing her sex, he said, “I like you very much, Elisha. Won’t you come with me?”
“I’m an angel of Eden. I cannot leave Eden.”
“That answer won’t do.”
He suddenly slapped her sex hard with his palm. The sharp sound was accompanied by a mix of pain and pleasure. Her own masochistic tendencies made the situation somewhat awkward. To calm him, she hid her pleasure and put on a pained expression. He immediately softened, gently rubbing her sex again.
“When I first came to Eden and saw the famous angels, I was deeply disappointed. The maids told me angels were refined noblewomen who submitted to men.”
“There are angels like that.”
“The angels I saw were all cheap prostitutes selling their bodies. It’s only natural for vulgar prostitutes to submit to any man. But a noblewoman should never behave that way.”
His hand grew rougher as he spoke, clearly irritated. Despite her inner turmoil and discomfort, her body remained faithful to the stimulation, continuing to leak fluid with wet sounds.
“So I thought I’d come see a woman’s body for myself and then return. After asking around, I found a shop that employs an angel who isn’t promiscuous. But actually asking to see her felt too embarrassing…”
He spread her outer lips and slipped a finger past her hymen, rubbing the upper wall of her vagina as he continued.
“I drank to gather courage before asking. Honestly, when you agreed so easily, I thought, ‘As expected, an angel is just a cheap prostitute.’”
His fingers were growing increasingly skillful, stimulating both her clitoris and vagina at once. The pleasure intensified accordingly. It hadn’t even been that long since he claimed it was his first time—why was he already so adept?
“But your kindness in patiently explaining every part of your body, and most importantly, the fact that you’re a virgin, proved you aren’t promiscuous.”
Stroking her hymen as if pleased, he suddenly widened his eyes and asked sharply. His gentle gaze had turned fierce in an instant, giving him a wild appearance. Wow, a person’s expression can change that quickly.
“You’re definitely a virgin, right?”
“I am.”
“Good. Well done.”
At her answer, he praised her by patting her head while gently caressing her clitoris. She had thought showing her naked body and teaching him was already indecent, but his perspective seemed different. Ah, the uncles had told her to kick any man who obsessed over virginity. But as a noble and a virgin himself, he was… complicated. Besides, this felt strangely similar to what her master did when training her.
“And such an obedient nature. You’re more than qualified to become mine.”
“As I said before, I’m an angel of Eden, so—”
“I told you that answer won’t do.”
Clearly angered by her response, he struck her lower abdomen hard. The impact was stronger than even Kate’s, making her wonder if men were simply built differently. The blow shook her womb, sending pleasure through her, but she maintained a pained expression. Seeing her face, he looked apologetic and gently stroked her abdomen.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I lost control for a moment and hurt your precious womb.”
“Was that in the book too?”
“It’s a method used to punish women who have committed serious wrongs. Still, it’s fortunate I didn’t use my fist.”
A strong punch could damage internal organs. As expected, the methods described in that book were fundamentally about injuring and subjugating women.
Hmm, how can I resolve this situation without causing problems? No matter how much of an angel she was, she couldn’t treat a foreign noble’s son carelessly.
“If you become mine, you can live at the Count’s estate. You’d receive far better treatment than working in a place like this.”
With one hand still caressing her sex and the other stroking her head, he explained the benefits she would receive once she belonged to him.
“If you carry my child in your womb, you’ll be treated as a concubine. You’ll be recognized as a member of the noble family.”
How do I get out of this without issues? Right—if he himself wouldn’t listen, she could stop him through someone around him. If his parents learned of the current situation, they would naturally intervene and force him to return home.
“Not answering?”
When he didn’t receive a positive response, he grew angry again and began tormenting her sensitive areas. While her body found pleasure in the mistreatment, she continued her pained act to soothe him. She would probably need to contact his parents to make him stop, but how?
“Good. As expected, you don’t give in easily. A noblewoman should have spirit. I like you even more.”
After punishing her, his expression suddenly softened and he lightly slapped her sex, saying he liked her even more.
“It’s a shame, but I don’t have much time. I originally planned to look at a woman’s body briefly and return.”
“Are you returning to Tarykin?”
“Yes. So I must leave my mark of ownership.”
“A mark?”
“A stamp proving you’re mine. At the very least, no Tarykin person would dare touch you.”
It was good that the situation might resolve naturally, but unlike easily removable piercings, having a permanent brand etched into her body was troublesome. The decision over her body belonged to her master—she needed permission. After telling her to get dressed quickly, he took out a communicator and contacted someone. She grabbed her bartender uniform, entered the bathroom, turned on the shower as if washing, and contacted her master. A ringing sound echoed in her mind, followed by her master’s voice.
“Elisha? What’s the matter that you’re contacting me first?”
“Master, actually…”
She explained the situation with Ed and asked for help. After listening, her master pondered for a moment before speaking.
“It might actually work in our favor. The target enjoys stealing what belongs to others—a pervert. If it’s something owned by Tarykin nobility, even better. He said he’ll brand you and immediately return to his country? Just let him brand you.”
“If it helps you, Master, I’ll do it.”
“You know you’re coming for body modification tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
Once she received her master’s command, she had no choice but to obey. After getting dressed and leaving the bathroom, Ed took her hand and led her away. While being pulled along, she barely managed to tell the senior bartender that she was stepping out. Passing the impressed-looking uncles, they exited the shop where a woman in a maid uniform was waiting. Behind the maid stood a taxi, Eden’s high-class transportation.
“Young master, I’ve noted the shop’s location. I’ll escort you.”
“Good. Let’s hurry.”
The place they arrived at after taking the taxi was the right side of Central Street. The area that should have been bright with colorful neon signs was dark at night, with only streetlights illuminating the closed shops. The maid led them to a plain white-walled shop with no decorations, unlike its surroundings. The sign read Prometheus.
Wait, why here? Don’t tell me the brand is a tattoo and the tattoo artist is Kate? According to Elisha’s memories, the shop shouldn’t be open yet. While she was thinking this, the maid knocked on a small side door instead of the main entrance. Moments later, the side door opened and Kate’s small, light-purple head appeared.
“The person who said they were coming for a tattoo?”
“It’s not me, but this gentleman.”
At the maid’s words, Kate looked at Elisha standing there blankly, her face filling with surprise.
“Elisha? What kind of tattoo at this hour?”
“Hello, Kate.”
“You know each other? That’s even better. I didn’t want to show it to just anyone.”
Kate shot a slight glare at Ed, who had suddenly interrupted.
“And who are you?”
“I’m the one who commissioned the tattoo. I want to brand Elisha as mine.”
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Young master, we must hurry.”
“No time. Let’s go inside first.”
At Ed’s urging, they all entered the shop. Kate’s intense gaze followed her the whole time, but there was nothing she could do. I’ll explain later.