The Master's Commands
Angel of Eden. 51
After watching Master give a breast massage, I logged into the game for a short break. Passing through the familiar transfer of consciousness, I entered my body and found myself in my room just as I had left it before logging out.
First, I checked the mail window. There was a message from Theo saying he would come to meet me in two days. I sent a reply confirming I understood, then left the room. It was still early, so only Venus and Enus were in the brothel hall. It had been a long time since I last saw Enus.
“Elisha! It’s been a while!”
“Yes, it’s good to see you.”
“Enus, take care of that errand I asked for. Elisha, come with me.”
“Yes, Venus.”
“Ah, just a little more time to talk…”
Enus looked at me with a pitiful expression, but at Venus’s scolding he trudged out of the hall and disappeared. Enus and Venus—their nicknames were similar. Were they close in real life too?
“Are you close with Enus? You seem friendly, and your nicknames are alike.”
“Ah, he’s a kid who sometimes runs errands for me in reality. He has a physical disability, so he needs someone to handle things for him.”
“I see.”
We headed to the guild master’s office I had visited before and sat down at the table. As Venus took her seat, she removed the coat she had been wearing, revealing a low-cut dress that exposed the Queen tattoo between her breasts. It was more elaborate than the tattoos on the other prostitutes, with additional patterns.
She moved her hands busily while looking at a window in the air, then soon sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“Whew, I’m tired.”
“You seem busy.”
“I’m helping with his plan. Trinky told me you became a Queen too?”
“Well, sort of.”
“Everyone reacts like that at first, embarrassed. Show me the tattoo.”
I swept my loosened hair aside and showed her the back of my neck. After checking the tattoo, she nodded.
“What did you decide with Theo?”
“We agreed to keep it a secret.”
“Honestly, I was worried you’d tell Theo right away and he’d send assassins to wipe them all out, but this is unexpected.”
If I told Theo, he probably would send assassins to kill them all. When I simply smiled without answering, she looked at my face and smiled back.
“Well, it’s hard for a woman who likes color not to submit to them. Seeing how obedient you are, I suppose I can tell you about his plan.”
“His plan? Venus’s?”
“Juba. The one who owns me. He’s a merchant from Daviwana, the only nation on the Western Continent.”
Daviwana, the nation Juba the merchant came from, was the sole country on the Western Continent, a land of vast deserts and tropical rainforests where slavery and a strict class system existed. Its most distinctive feature was its extreme male dominance—every woman was a slave, and every man belonged to the ruling class. Juba, the representative merchant of Daviwana who traded with Kenceres using the continent’s abundant rare minerals from the desert and massive food resources from the rainforests, was said to possess enormous wealth.
“Juba wanted to open a brothel in Kenceres for the Blackmen, since Kenceres is the center of Eastern Continent trade. But Kenceres women view brothels and prostitutes as extremely vulgar, so the idea was rejected. While searching for a way to relieve the strong sexual desires of the Blackmen, he found this place—the in-game brothel.”
Once Juba personally experienced the brothel and prostitutes and confirmed their effectiveness at relieving sexual urges, he took ownership of Venus to use her for satisfying the Blackmen’s desires.
“I’ve been thinking this for a while, but isn’t this game a little too realistic? It feels like we’re creating avatars and living in another world.”
“Unless gods actually exist, calling it another world sounds far-fetched. Since it’s a game made by Eden, maybe it’s just their superior technology?”
“It was made by Eden?”
So this game was created by Eden. I hadn’t known that.
From her continued explanation, I learned that Juba was gathering women to work as prostitutes in the game and registering them under Venus. He was also in the process of securing a separate building for an exclusive brothel and had changed the payment system to salaries. All of this had happened in just one week. As expected of a merchant, his decisiveness was impressive.
“Salaries?”
“Receiving payment per client is inconvenient, so he’s treating them as proper employees. After all, the Blackmen are the main customers.”
“Is that the plan?”
“No, the brothel is just for relieving sexual urges. The real plan is in reality. I’m handling the aftermath of the plan to bring women who want to follow Blackmen in the real world.”
“Aftermath?”
If it was about women wanting to meet Blackmen in reality, that sounded like Trinky. But “aftermath” had an unpleasant ring to it.
“More precisely, it’s part of the plan. A recent example is Trinky. You know she’s an announcer, right?”
“Yes, though I haven’t heard her broadcast myself.”
“Using Trinky as the center, we’re drawing real-world women into becoming Blackmen’s women. Since she’s an announcer, she knows many beautiful women in the broadcasting industry, so we carefully bring them in one by one and turn them into Queens.”
“That sounds like hunting women…”
“You could see it that way. When the Queens hunt women, the Blackmen get to enjoy them. To ensure smooth hunting, we’re planning the aftermath so the women won’t be suspected even if they disappear.”
“So they hunt women, drown them in pleasure, and turn them into slaves.”
That was Juba’s plan—continuously supplying women hunted in reality to his home country. However, since relieving the Blackmen’s sexual desires was an urgent matter, he had prioritized solving it through the in-game brothel. Indeed, it would be disastrous if men who ejaculated more than nine times a day went without sex for long.
“Do the other Queens know about this?”
“No, only a few important ones know the details.”
“Why are you telling me…?”
“Because your master is Havid. Havid is Juba’s right-hand man and captain of the merchant coalition’s guard.”
“He’s a higher-ranking person than I thought.”
Captain of the guard for the merchant coalition representing the nation—Havid was a bigger figure than I had imagined. Venus shared a great deal of information with me, Havid’s Queen. She explained that the true goal was to stably supply Eastern Continent women to Daviwana, a nation long steeped in male supremacy and chronically short of women, and that successfully establishing themselves was the coalition’s mission.
“It sounds a bit like human trafficking.”
“It’s not trafficking. The women are going to the Western Continent of their own free will.”
“You mean the slaves who submitted to the Blackmen?”
“Hoho, let’s call it falling in love.”
After talking with Venus, I returned to my room before the appointed time of 3 p.m. and sat in a chair waiting for Havid. When 3 p.m. arrived, he appeared again at the spot where he had logged out. Just like when he left, he logged in completely naked. The moment he saw me sitting in the chair, he spoke.
“When greeting your master, you kneel and bow, meat toilet.”
“Yes, Master.”
I knelt before him and bowed respectfully. He placed his foot on the back of my head and pressed down firmly. Along with the pain of my forehead being pushed against the floor came a wave of pleasure from the humiliating act.
“You’ve probably heard from Venus, but in my homeland every woman is a slave. If you’re going to be my slave, learn how to behave as one.”
“Yes, Master.”
He taught me the behaviors expected of slaves in the Western Continent. I must never meet my master’s or any man’s eyes, always keep my head lowered, think and act on my own to satisfy my master, and obey every command without question. He also taught me various small postures.
“Of course, the cruel treatment of slaves from the old days no longer exists. The current shortage of women is the result of how harshly people treated slaves in the past. The current leadership instructs that even slaves should be treated well.”
“Is that why they’re called Queens?”
“That’s right.”
Treating them as slaves yet calling them Queens was somewhat amusing. Still, I now understood why they made slaves yet treated them strangely kindly.
Kneeling before him as he sat in the chair, head bowed while we conversed, I truly felt like a slave and experienced the pleasure of being dominated.
“The women being sent to the homeland first receive education from our coalition before being dispatched.”
“I’d like to ask about that plan. No matter how you do it, isn’t it difficult to fill the shortage of women?”
“It’s an emergency measure to put out the immediate fire. It hasn’t been long since the slave system was reformed, but the birth rate of female infants is gradually rising, so once those girls grow up the gender imbalance will naturally resolve.”
“For something like that, it seems quite full-scale?”
At my words, I heard him chuckle quietly. Though I couldn’t see his face, I could tell he was smiling. He stroked my hair and spoke.
“Once I came here, I found that Eastern Continent women are of extremely high quality. Unlike the dry, hard slaves of the homeland, they’re voluptuous and soft, pleasant to hold. Supplying such high-quality slaves on a regular basis is the order from the homeland’s upper echelons.”
“Has Kenceres noticed this?”
“Nothing can’t be done with money. There are already many high-ranking officials backing us.”
I had wondered how they planned to hide the mass movement of women to the Western Continent, but they had already made deals with Kenceres’ upper class. The rumors of a small number of women going to the Western Continent were probably preemptive groundwork done before they began acting in earnest. They really were rotten to the core—trafficking their own country’s women was absurd.
“Not just Kenceres. Our coalition’s influence has already reached Tarykin as well. Xenuma seems a bit difficult because the women there have too strong a spirit.”
“Because Xenuma’s women are all former soldiers.”
At his command to come closer, I knelt right beside him. He kneaded my breasts with his hands as he continued.
“From our long experience, most women enjoy being dominated. There may be acquired factors, but Xenuma’s women probably have the instinct to be dominated as well.”
“Hnn, Master. When will you spar with me?”
I was already feeling the effects of removing the pleasure restriction. Previously, having my breasts kneaded had brought almost no pleasure, but now even the touch of his fingers rolling my nipples drew moans from me. Afraid I would become too aroused to spar if stimulated further, I spoke first.
“Hm? Right. Let’s spar to loosen up before having sex.”
He suggested moving to a suitable space for sparring and headed for the quiet lobby. The empty lobby, devoid of people, was quite spacious and perfect for practice. Standing naked before me as before, he ordered me to strip as well and spoke.
“This time I won’t attack your stomach. Spar without worry.”
“Thank you, Master.”
The sparring that followed showed me exactly why he was the guard captain. His solid body, which didn’t budge no matter how much I struck it, offered no easy solution as before. I would probably have to create an opening and strike a vital point or apply a joint lock… The most obvious vital point was his dangling penis, which radiated presence, but I couldn’t bring myself to attack there.
While dodging his somewhat slow but heavy attacks and focusing strikes on a single spot, his expression gradually began to break. Taking advantage of the opening created when his right arm, struck repeatedly, grew dull from pain, I twisted it behind his back in a joint lock. Good, it worked properly.
“Kuh!”
His face flushed red as he endured the pain and tried to break free with force. Ignoring the agony with tremendous strength, he swung his left arm in an attack. I wrapped my legs around his waist, climbed onto his back, released the arm lock, and transitioned into a rear choke, wrapping my arm around his thick neck and applying pressure. Only then did he tap the back of my hand to signal surrender. I released my arm and climbed down from his back. Rubbing his neck and arm, he spoke.
“Cough, damn. You’re really strong. What was that strange technique?”
“It’s my family’s unique martial art.”
“I never expected such a powerful martial art to exist on the Eastern Continent either. At least in unarmed combat, you’re definitely stronger than me.”
He suggested sparring again and launched a surprise punch. I dodged it and resumed the match. As he adapted by diversifying his patterns, I devised various methods to counter him, and I could clearly feel the effectiveness of the training.
After exchanging attacks for a long while, we ended the spar and returned to the room. Rubbing my left arm where he had landed a hit, I spoke.
“Oof, it only took one hit but it hurts enough to go numb. If I got hit in a vital point, I’d be down in one shot.”
“You have good strength and speed, but your durability is weak. In simple terms, you don’t know how to take a hit.”
“There’s a way to take hits too. Is that how Master built up his durability?”
“Yes. No matter how good your physique, if you just take hits mindlessly you won’t last long.”
“Could you teach me that method?”
“I’ll start teaching you little by little from the next sparring session.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Finding a way to compensate for my unexpectedly weak durability lifted my mood. Then we entered the bathroom together, where I learned how to bathe my master as a slave. As I washed his large, solid, muscular black body, I felt his strength. After thoroughly soaping him and rinsing him off, he presented his fully erect penis in front of my face.
“Once you finish bathing your master, you must satisfy his cock with your mouth.”
“Yes, Master.”
“First, kiss the glans twice with gratitude.”
Kneeling, I gently grasped his cock with both hands and, following his instruction, respectfully kissed the glans twice with gratitude. Chut, chut. Feeling the soft yet firm texture of the large black glans against my lips, I looked up and met Master’s eyes. Seeing him watch me kneel and kiss his glans filled me with submission and pleasure.
“Now satisfy it yourself.”
“Yes, Master.”
Before taking his enormous glans into my mouth, I stimulated his urethra with my tongue. Feeling his cock twitch in response, I caressed the urethra a little more before taking it into my mouth and sucking. I rolled the precum that leaked from the urethra on my tongue and swallowed it, then swept my hair behind my ears and slowly took his cock deeper into my mouth. Though it was difficult to suck because of how large it was, I did my best as a slave serving her master.