Master's Date with Rico
The next day, after waking up, I was chatting with my master.
"So men from the country called Daviwana came all the way to the Eastern Continent looking for scarce sex slaves?"
"Yes. That's the short version."
"And you ended up as the slave of one of their leaders?"
"Yes."
"Did you tell them everything about us?"
"No. I mixed in some lies. They think I'm just an ordinary Eden citizen."
Everything except my name, address, and occupation was fabricated. Unlike Teo, they knew nothing about our true purpose, my identity, or even my master's existence.
"Can they be trusted?"
"At least my master seems reliable."
"So you've earned their trust and are now helping with their plans. Kidnapping women to turn them into slaves... I don't know if that's right."
"The women are choosing to chase pleasure and happiness."
"Since it's their choice, we should respect it."
My master spoke while playing with Tyriel, who had emerged from her anus and was now acting cute. Every time the slender creature moved, I felt a strange, lingering sensation from the anal plug.
Suddenly curious, I asked, "Master, what do you think about anal sex?"
"Why would anyone have sex with the anus? Sex is for having children, so what's the point of using the back?"
"Men say they like it, though."
"Really? Is it that good?"
Even my master, who had seemed uninterested, perked up at the mention that men enjoyed it. As expected, she had quite a taste for naughty stories. Every time she ordered me to have sex, I couldn't help but suspect she just wanted to hear the dirty details.
"A veteran prostitute who's slept with countless men said so, so it must be true. She claimed it's a spot both men and women can enjoy."
"How fascinating. How do you even fit anything into such a tiny hole?"
"That's why you have to train and expand it first."
I explained the process of anal development, and my master listened with genuine fascination. Still, there was one obvious problem: Tyriel was currently living inside her.
"Can you even have anal sex with Tyriel in there?"
"It's much deeper than the anus, so it should be fine. Besides, there's no waste to worry about, so cleanliness isn't an issue. Tyriel really is an excellent symbiote, isn't she?"
Pleased by the praise, Tyriel rubbed its tentacles against my master's finger. She smiled and rubbed back, calling it cute. Not having to worry about bowel movements or cleaning was enviable. Maybe this was the perfect time to suggest developing her anus. If she ever wanted to try anal sex with Teo in the future, it would be better to prepare ahead of time.
"Would you like to try developing it too, Master?"
"You're only suggesting this because you want to use it, aren't you?"
"Hehe... well, yes."
"Still, if I develop it now, I can use it later too. Go ahead and do it properly."
"Thank you, Master."
After receiving permission, I purchased an anal development kit from a site highly recommended by the angels. I'd begin once the package arrived.
Instead of preparing for work, my master was getting ready to go out for the first time in ages. Lately she had turned into a complete homebody, rarely leaving the shelter, spending her days eating, sleeping, watching TV, surfing the internet, or playing guitar. It was ironic—she used to scold me for staying indoors, yet somewhere along the way she had become the same.
After carefully dressing up, she still looked stunning. She pinned up her now longer hair with a hairpin and applied light makeup. The blouse revealed her collarbones and the elegant lines of her upper body, while the waist-tie detail cinched her slender waist. Paired with a knee-length skirt, she studied herself in the full-length mirror.
"How do I look? Does it suit me?"
"You look beautiful."
Her toned hips, narrow waist, and full breasts created an irresistible silhouette. Because the blouse exposed her collarbones, she wore a strapless bra that lifted and emphasized her chest even more than the latex suit. She had chosen panties that covered only the essentials to avoid visible lines under the skirt. Still, where exactly was she going dressed like this?
"Where are you going all dressed up?"
"On a date."
"A date?"
Who was she meeting? A faint sense of betrayal crept in at the thought that she had someone she was seeing without my knowledge.
"Are you meeting someone without telling me?"
"An internet friend. Someone I met through chatting."
"Why didn't you tell me? That's not fair."
"What business is it of yours who your master meets?"
"I report everything to you."
"That's because you're a slave. How cheeky. Do I need to educate you again?"
"No, Master."
At her cold tone, I quietly backed down. It really was absurd to expect the master to report her every move to her slave. Wearing the high heels she had bought last time and carrying a bag over her shoulder, my master headed toward Central Street with light steps.
"I can't wear regular shoes anymore these days. They're more uncomfortable than high heels."
"Your feet must have changed from all the mare training. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. High heels are prettier anyway, and I should consider you, Elisha the mare."
"Thank you, Master."
The rhythmic click of her heels stopped at the square in front of the temple on Central Street. Even among the bustling crowds, this square was especially lively and famous as the Square of Promises. Plenty of people stood around waiting, just like my master. As she remained still, several men who had been glancing her way began drifting closer. She gave them a brief once-over before looking away—they were clearly shady tourists. They probably assumed she was an easy target because she looked like an angel.
"Master, next time we should wear sunglasses to hide your eyes."
"We should. The moment they realize you're an angel, they all treat you like easy prey."
The men who had been approaching began noticing one another and started glaring competitively. It was ridiculous and amusing to watch them size each other up while my master paid them no attention at all.
Scanning the crowd, my master suddenly spotted someone and called out brightly, "Rico!"
"Ah! Maria noona!"
The boy named Rico had bright blonde bobbed hair and sparkling blue eyes. Dressed in an orange hoodie and jeans, he looked much smaller than my master, who stood nearly 190 cm tall even in heels.
"That's the kid? He looks like a child."
"Rico is eighteen. He's an adult."
"Eighteen with that face?"
He looked like a minor—younger even than Edward, who had claimed to be seventeen. Rico ran over with a bright smile.
"Maria noona, did you wait long?"
"No, not at all."
"Hehe, I'm so glad to see you in person."
"Me too. Shall we go somewhere else first?"
"Yes, Maria noona."
Taking my master's offered hand and swinging it happily, Rico chattered nonstop as they walked side by side. My master laughed and responded in kind, clearly enjoying herself. This was the first time anyone besides Liana had called her Maria.
"Did you tell him your name is Maria?"
"Yes. Rico is my friend."
"He doesn't look like just a friend. You like him, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious? Rico is cute and we get along really well. He's smart too. He may not look it, but he's a genius."
"What does he do?"
"Rico is..."
The story that followed—part introduction, part proud boasting—went like this: My master had been doing random chats to relieve boredom when she met Rico after growing tired of partners she couldn't connect with. They bonded quickly over deep conversations about biotechnology, then continued talking privately through a secure messaging app. Curious about each other, they exchanged personal details and photos before deciding to meet in person.
There were plenty of glowing compliments about Rico sprinkled throughout, but the gist was clear. I couldn't follow the technical talk about genes and meta-bio cell prosthetic technology, but one thing was obvious—he was an incredibly brilliant scientist.
"Our hobbies match too. He loves food just like me. That's why we met today—to go on a gourmet tour."
"No matter how much he eats with that tiny body..."
"It's not about quantity, it's about quality. That's why people with no taste are so hopeless."
My master and Rico entered a café famous for its castella. They ordered a five-variety castella set and immediately fell into lively conversation. I had never seen my master look so happy. The atmosphere felt unmistakably romantic, and I felt strangely restless.
"Maria noona, what do you think about humans born from genetic combinations with other species? Are they still pure humans?"
"If I had to say, they're mixed-blood, right? If other species' genes have mixed into human DNA, then even if they look human, genetically they're hybrids."
"In academia, the prevailing view is that humans created by combining only the characteristic genes of other species within the human genetic framework should still be considered human. Whether it's actually possible comes second."
Hmm. It didn't sound like typical lover's talk, but since the two of them enjoyed it, I supposed it was fine. Come to think of it, I had never experienced a real romance myself. Both men I'd been with had started with forced sex and immediately claimed me as their female. Romance had never been part of it. Tsk. I should focus on making babies instead.
After spending some time combining genetic material and returning my attention to them, they were still on their date. The two of them were now in what looked like a hotel room, surrounded by an enormous spread of food and drink. Was this really a date?
'Are you still on the date?'
'Do you have any idea how many dishes I still haven't tried?'
Hmm... It already looked like they'd eaten a mountain of food. Rico showed no signs of being full despite his small frame. He was a surprisingly big eater.
"Maria noona, can I ask you a slightly sexual question?"
"Huh? Uh, sure."
Rico's face was slightly flushed, his eyes a little unfocused—probably from the alcohol—and he looked incredibly cute. My master grinned widely at the sight.
"It's a bit embarrassing, but... what do you think about ejaculation management?"
"Huh? What's that?"
"Well..."
Rico explained that ejaculation management meant having a female partner control his orgasms—wearing a male chastity device and handing over the key. He wouldn't be allowed to ejaculate or even masturbate freely. It was a deeply masochistic, submissive preference. With that gentle face, he certainly had quite the kink.
"Is it strange? Wanting a woman to manage my ejaculation..."
"It's a little surprising, but I don't think it's strange. Don't cry."
My master comforted the teary-eyed Rico after his confession, then asked me internally, 'Elisha, what should I do?'
'What do you mean? It's your decision whether to do it or not, Master.'
'But...'
'You like Rico, don't you?'
'Yes. That's certain.'
'Then you should accept your partner's preferences. It's not a crime, after all.'
'W-well... I suppose so?'
My master seemed to waver at my words. Honestly, she was clearly tempted but still playing coy. Maybe I should give her a little push.
'Rico worked up the courage to tell you his preference. Are you really going to disappoint him? Imagine him going to another woman for ejaculation management instead. How would that feel?'
'Rico going to another woman... No. I can't allow that.'
'Then do it yourself. Dominate him completely so he never even thinks of going to anyone else.'
'Dominate Rico...'
Holding Rico in her arms, my master's breathing grew heavier. Having developed dominant tendencies while training me, she found the mere thought of dominating Rico arousing. Hehe. She might act prim on the outside, but she was lewd inside. A little nudge was all it would take to bring that side out.
"Rico, are you sure you're okay with me?"
"Yes. I like you, Maria noona."
"Haah... Alright. I'll manage your ejaculation properly."
"Really? Wow~"
Rico beamed at her answer, radiating an adorable charm that made me feel oddly ticklish. My master scooped him up—still nuzzling against her chest—and laid him on the bed.
'I need to gather information about ejaculation management.'
'Ah, there's material compiled by an angel called SM Queen. You can study that.'
'Good. While I look through it, wash my body for me.'
'Yes, Master.'
While my master studied the information I provided, I washed myself in the hotel bathroom. Hotels really were on another level compared to the shelter or the brothel. All the provided toiletries were high-end. I lathered myself with fragrant shampoo and body wash, then carefully cleaned my private parts as well—just in case something might happen. Would my master's virginity finally be taken today? The small, cute man had very different tastes from mine, but he was still a man. He would have the cock needed to claim my virgin pussy.