The Madam's Inspection
Following Master’s command, I put on an act of reluctantly holding back my pleasure while inwardly savoring the steadily rising ecstasy. The disconnect between my outward emotions and my true feelings proved to be a tremendous advantage at times like these.
“Hngh… ahh.”
Slap!
“Tsk, you’re slowing down. Move your hips faster.”
“Yesss, Master.”
Gwangnam lay relaxed on the bed, enjoying the sight of me straddling his cock and rolling my hips. He slapped my swaying breasts and ordered me to thrust harder. Obediently, I braced my hands on my now-firm pectorals—honed by constant exercise—and quickened my rhythm. The lewd, wet sounds of my dripping pussy slapping against him filled the room as our bodies collided.
Gwangnam watched me serve him with diligent effort, a crooked grin on his face. He laced his fingers behind his head and spoke.
“Ever since you grew that tail, your movements seem duller. At this rate, how can you call this proper service?”
“Mmm…”
I was trying to serve him faithfully as his concubine, yet his constant teasing was starting to annoy me. He used to lose his mind from my techniques; now he didn’t even realize I was going easy on him, wearing that smug, confident expression.
Irritated, I planted my feet, lifted my hips high, and began rotating them in wide, powerful circles, squeezing his cock with real intent. The relaxed look on his face quickly gave way to urgency.
“Hup!”
“How is it, Master? Hngh… are you satisfied?”
“Y-yeah. You really are something else!”
He tried to maintain a confident tone, but his clenched fists and the tension rippling through his body betrayed how desperately he was holding back.
While the two of us waged our silent contest over who would climax first, Madam had strapped on leather panties fitted with a double-sided dildo and was sliding it into Ruya’s pussy.
“Aah!”
“Huu~ How does this feel?”
“Haa… it feels too good!”
“Hehe, how adorable.”
I had wondered why she bought such a thing, but now I understood. Even with a dildo buried inside her own pussy, Madam remained perfectly steady as she thrust into Ruya. As expected, she was no ordinary woman.
“Kugh! Elisha, stop for a moment!”
“Yes, Master.”
At his urgent slap against my calf, I froze my hips mid-motion. His cock remained buried deep inside me while I gently milked him with rhythmic contractions, offering a slow, simmering stimulation.
“Haa… I nearly came. You really aren’t someone to underestimate.”
Gwangnam muttered as he fondled my breasts. I had crossed the line slightly out of annoyance at his teasing, but since I was still in the middle of my duties as a concubine, I simply smiled and continued to squeeze him in silence.
I remained crouched over him like that, waiting for his urge to ejaculate to subside, then slowly resumed rolling my hips to continue my service.
True to his word that he would use only me tonight, Gwangnam spent the entire night buried in my pussy. He purified the essence absorbed along with his cum and returned it to himself, keeping his cock vigorously hard. He pounded me relentlessly until mental exhaustion finally claimed him at sunrise. Only then did my long night of service end.
Not a single drop of semen had been wasted; I had taken every drop into my womb. I wiped his body—slick only with my juices and sweat—with a warm towel and cleaned everything up.
Leaving the master bedroom where Gwangnam and Madam slept, I went to the concubines’ quarters and slipped into bed beside the already sleeping Ruya and Charlotte.
It was late afternoon by the time the family finally stirred. We ate a belated meal. While we concubines, who were not permitted to speak unless addressed first, ate quietly at a separate table, Gwangnam and Madam continued their conversation.
“Anything urgent that needs handling before the trip?”
“You are expected to attend a meeting of guild leaders convened by the Hunter Association.”
“Ah, that’s right. I forgot. The meeting that was postponed because of the war is finally taking place.”
“You’ll also need to visit the Hunter Association to file your survival report and renew your registration.”
“Have Ekaterina take care of that.”
“Yes, husband.”
Gwangnam and Madam discussed everything from Hunter Association matters to family affairs and slave management. All major and minor household decisions fell under their authority, so we concubines simply listened and obeyed in silence.
As the meal drew to a close, Gwangnam glanced at me where I sat absentmindedly and spoke.
“Elisha, come here and give me some milk.”
“Yes, Master.”
I moved to his side at once, pulling aside my clothes to bare my breasts.
“Slurp… Mmm, that’s good.”
“Hehe, being able to drink fresh milk like this must be healthy.”
“Ekaterina, you should try it too. It’s really delicious.”
“In that case, let me have a taste…”
Madam took my other breast and drank. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise.
“My goodness, it really is delicious. The flavor is completely different from ordinary milk.”
“Right? It’s sweet and nutty—very addictive.”
“How much can you produce per day?”
“Around 600 milliliters every day.”
“Oh my. I expected more since you’re a Dairy Cow, but the yield is lower than I thought.”
The amount was only possible because I was a succubus specialized in recovery. Ordinary women who had received the highest-grade breast milk modification usually produced at most 150 milliliters per breast—300 milliliters total per day. That was why the milk was collected and extracted on a weekly schedule.
“The procedure I received produces the highest quality milk, so it takes longer to generate. In exchange, it contains far richer nutrients than regular milk, including beneficial components like stem cells, so it’s much better for the body.”
“And it tastes wonderful, too.”
“Very good. From now on, milk yourself every day in advance, chill it, pour it into cups, and set it on the dining table. Understood?”
“Yes, Madam.”
While Gwangnam simply enjoyed the taste without much thought, Madam seemed pleased by its health benefits. The cool, appraising look in her eyes as she ordered me to supply milk for the table carried the detached judgment of a woman evaluating a concubine’s usefulness. It sent a thrill of masochistic pleasure through me.
This feeling—of being used however they wished—was one of the reasons I obeyed so readily, even though I could see through Madam’s intentions completely.
After the meal, once Gwangnam had left the house, Madam summoned the concubines for a meeting.
She sat in a chair wearing the non-prescription glasses she only used for work. We knelt neatly in a row before her.
“As you all heard, we will depart on our trip as soon as the Hunter Association matters are settled. Pay close attention to the preparations so there are no setbacks.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“I believe you will all manage well on your own, but remember to maintain proper conduct as concubines even when outside. You exist solely to serve my husband and me.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Good.”
Madam frequently reminded us of our position as concubines, imprinting it deeply so we would never forget.
“Ruya, what happened with the support from House Agrasil?”
“They agreed to provide magical items and have decided to officially sponsor us as well.”
“Well done. Sponsorship from a prestigious family like Agrasil will greatly increase our credibility.”
The conversation concerned the business of distributing hunter goods. Rather than relying solely on dangerous hunter work, Madam had been looking for ways to generate additional family revenue. She had chosen a former businesswoman among the slave courtesans to act as representative and was moving forward with a distribution enterprise. Funding had been an issue—profits from requests and prostitution earnings plus a loan—but Gwangnam disliked borrowing, so the plan had been delayed. Madam had ordered Ruya to secure support from a noble house, and the results had just arrived.
“Charlotte, have you grown accustomed to commanding the maids?”
“Leave it to me, nya. I’m confident, nya.”
“You are responsible for managing the family home, so please be thorough.”
It seemed the hierarchy among the concubines had stabilized enough for Madam to assign each of us a distinct domain. After giving Charlotte several detailed instructions, she turned her gaze to me.
“Elisha, you will take exclusive charge of managing the slave courtesans. Continue recruiting excellent women and keep them properly controlled so no problems arise.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Since I was the only one who could control them and it had been my original duty, it made sense to make it my sole responsibility. I was recalling the personal data of the registered slave courtesans stored in my memory device when Madam continued.
“Also, you will need to entertain certain individuals connected to the business. When I give the order, go to the designated location.”
“By entertain… you mean…”
“In simple terms, it is sexual bribery. A transaction in which you satisfy the desires of high-ranking individuals who prefer not to leave records of visiting prostitutes, and receive compensation in return.”
In other words, she intended to sell my body to powerful men for profit. I had anticipated it, yet actually receiving the order sent a wave of depraved heat through my womb.
“You won’t refuse, will you?”
When I failed to answer immediately, lost in thought, Madam’s eyes sharpened and her voice grew icy.
“I will obey the command.”
“Well answered.”
My quick, submissive reply softened her tone.
“Everything is for the family, so you concubines need not think—simply obey. And the matter of sexual bribery must be kept strictly secret from my husband, so watch your tongues.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Indeed, if Gwangnam learned of it, he would be deeply hurt.
After receiving our answers, Madam issued several more instructions. As the one-sided meeting drew to a close, she removed her glasses and said,
“Now we will conduct a body inspection. Remove all your clothes.”
“Yes, Madam.”
We rose at once, stripped, then stood in a neat line with legs spread shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind our backs—the standard inspection posture.
Madam began with Charlotte, examining her meticulously, then moved on to Ruya.
“Mm… you are managing yourself diligently. Well done.”
“Thank you, Madam.”
Ruya’s face lit with joy as Madam stroked her neatly trimmed pubic hair in praise.
“And thanks to that parasitic tentacle tail, your tightness has improved. My husband will enjoy it even more.”
“Nngh!”
Squelch, squelch. The wet sounds of Madam’s fingers toying with Ruya’s fully exposed pussy echoed through the living room. When the floor grew slick with dripping strands of sticky nectar, Madam withdrew her drenched fingers and slipped them into Ruya’s parted lips.
“Haaup…”
“Maintain this condition going forward.”
“Hngh… yes. Mmm… Madam.”
Ruya sucked the fingers clean with devoted care, barely managing to answer.
After finishing with Ruya, Madam turned her serious gaze on me and slowly circled my naked body. The familiar yet always thrilling scrutiny of evaluation made my legs tremble; I tensed every muscle to hold the posture perfectly.
Her greatest interest was the expanded brand on my lower abdomen. The ornate golden pattern encircling the uterus-shaped mark of my succubus nature had grown larger still when Guardian the dragon added his protective magic, proudly displaying its presence.
Madam traced the inscription with her fingertips.
“This is the mark that it belongs to the dragon?”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Hehe, how reassuring.”
Apparently pleased, she gave my lower belly a gentle pat before returning to her chair.
“The inspection is complete. Continue maintaining your bodies exactly as they are now so you may serve as concubines at any moment.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Once Madam had left, the rest of us dressed again and chatted.
“What will you do now?”
“I’m going to mail the letter the Queens requested. What about you, Ruya?”
“I’m meeting some old friends for the first time in a while. A few of them danced on the edge of life and death on the battlefield during the war.”
“And you, Charlotte?”
“I’m just going to rest, nya. Still sleepy, nya.”
She yawned widely, revealing fangs slightly sharper than a human’s. True to her cat-beastman nature, Charlotte loved curling up in warm places. Having served late into the night yesterday, she clearly hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
I slipped into the perfectly fitted dairy-cow undergarments that had fully adapted to my body and looked over the clothes I used to wear on Earth. The styles between the two dimensions differed greatly in basic design.
In Eden I had mainly worn luxurious, elegant garments befitting royalty in order to maintain dignity. In other words, aristocratic clothing. Even on Earth, where many races coexisted, those outfits stood out dramatically. That was why the closet in our Earth home contained so many of my clothes—most of them gifts from the family.
After rummaging through the closet, I chose a white dress with a waist-cinching tie that fell to mid-thigh. Madam had selected it for me. When I had been carelessly trying on random dresses at the shop, she had told me that women with large breasts should wear designs that emphasized the waist, and picked this one. It clung to the body, accentuated every curve, and featured a plunging neckline that beautifully displayed my full breasts. Since I knew little about fashion, I simply wore whatever I was told.