Managing the Queens
While Isabel was becoming a symbiotic partner, she had quit her bartending job and was instead inspecting the brothel on Master’s behalf. Bella had been reluctant to let her go, but since an Angel’s choice of work was her own freedom, she sent her off with good grace. The brothel building was a rather large seven-story structure that would be used in its entirety. The first floor would serve as the lobby, floors two through four as the brothel proper, and floors five through seven as private residences.
Master was busy with other matters, so several subordinates and a few Queens were helping out. “Madam, I’ve brought the interior design samples.” “Just leave them there and go.” “Yes, ma’am.” Having a Queen who used to work in the interior design industry made things considerably easier. The first through fourth floors could be left to the professionals, but the fifth through seventh floors—where the Queens and their owners would reside—needed to be decorated in the style of Daviwana, so Isabel was working directly with the Blackmen.
“How about we furnish each room with only the basics and let the assigned owner decorate it however they like?” “That would be ideal, but the cost…” “Don’t worry about the cost. The ones stationed in Eden receive full support from above.” “Then I’ll handle it that way.”
In Master’s office on the top floor, Isabel was working with two Blackmen. Among the women of the Eastern Continent, it was extremely rare for one to satisfy Master’s sexual appetite alone, so most Blackmen kept two or three Queens. Since unmarried Queens had decided to live in the private residences, there were many things that needed to be arranged.
“Has this person already made four Queens?” “Ah, that guy has an unusually strong libido.” “That’s why he’s always short on money. Every time he adds another slave, his living expenses and taxes go up.” “Still, it’s fortunate he sold all his slaves before leaving his homeland and only has four now.” “He probably heard how great the Eastern Continent females are and sold them all to volunteer here. Heh heh.”
While checking the Queens’ profiles, Isabel spotted Lyana and Kate as well. So Kate had finally submitted too. Huh, their Masters had the same name? “There are two people named Sahadi?” “No, there should only be one who came to Eden.” “You mean that guy with the peculiar tastes? I heard he got himself an android and an android technician.” “So he really went that far. What’s so good about hugging a robot that he even took the technician…”
So it really was the same person? The fact that he had turned an android into a Queen despite knowing what she was made his unusual tastes quite clear. This meant Lyana and Kate would be serving the same Master? What a strange coincidence. Ah, so Sahadi had been an android technician. No wonder he had made both of them Queens—he was one of them himself. In that case, since both were unmarried and single, they should be assigned the same room.
While assigning rooms based on the Queens’ profiles, more profiles kept coming in. Ugh, she wasn’t good at this kind of work, yet there was so much to do. As she groaned and pushed through the tasks, a considerable amount of time seemed to have passed, because she felt Master’s Yin Crest drawing near. She saved her work, rose from her seat, and knelt by the door to wait. When Master entered the office, she bowed deeply. “Welcome back, Master.”
Master closed the door with a sigh. “Haa, yes, I’m back. How’s the work going?” “Honestly, it’s still difficult.” She stood and followed Master into the bedroom connected to the office, taking his outer garments. Once inside, Master spoke while she attended to him. “You’ll get used to it with time. All the Queens in Eden are under your management, so do your best.” “Yes, Master.”
After undressing Master, she immediately began bathing him in the bathroom. She lathered his body thoroughly with foam and washed him from head to toe. As she rubbed his thick arm between her ample breasts, Master touched her sex with his fingers and said, “They’re sending a trainer from the homeland.” “A trainer?” “Professionals who educate slaves.”
She finished lathering his arms and pressed her chest against his back. Her elastic breasts flattened against his skin. “Are they going to teach me the knowledge and conduct expected of a slave, like what you’ve taught me?” “Mm. Normally, a slave’s education is left to the individual, but those who can’t teach well or lack the time entrust it to these trainers instead.”
Feeling the reassuring strength of his broad, firm back, she moved to face him. Just as she was about to rub her breasts against his chest, Master pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Held in his embrace, their tongues intertwined, the sweet scent of body wash mingled with his pheromones and tickled her nose. After a long kiss, Master pulled away and caressed her body affectionately. “Of course, you already behave perfectly as my slave, so you don’t need a trainer.”
“Just a slave?” “Hahaha, my beloved slave. You’re truly so lovely.” As far as Isabel knew, she was the only slave Master had. Because she perfectly satisfied his desires and he was captivated by her fascination eyes, he had no need to acquire more slaves, allowing her to monopolize him.
“But unlike you, the other slaves from the Eastern Continent aren’t so easy to educate, apparently.” “Because they’re all women with strong wills of their own. Even if they submitted to pleasure and became Queens, being treated as slaves would be hard to endure. Women want to be respected by the men they like.” “Hmm. So the difference comes from the different environments compared to the women of the homeland.” “Yes. That’s why I was thinking…”
After rinsing their bodies and settling into the tub, they discussed the Queens. The cultural differences between the Western and Eastern Continents. The resulting differences in the Queens’ perceptions. Master fell into deep thought when she suggested treating them more as owned females rather than slaves. She worried whether he would understand the subtle distinction between a slave and an owned female, but fortunately, he did.
“So you’re saying we should think of it as having lovers instead of slaves.” “Yes, though unlike ordinary lovers, it would be a one-sided form of service.” “Meaning we should show them a certain level of respect.” “It depends on each individual’s personality and preferences.”
The difference lay in how much free will was granted while still serving Master. Western Continent slaves were literal slaves whose role as sex slaves outweighed their personal will, whereas the Queens from the Eastern Continent would have a relationship closer to lovers whose opinions were respected. “Anyway, once they’re imprinted by the pheromones, they’ll only see their Master, so ownership shouldn’t be a concern.” “If it’s your suggestion, I’ll consider it seriously.” “Thank you, Master.”
She gently stroked his greatly swollen testicles, filled with the vital energy accumulated in his Yin Crest, expressing her gratitude. She clicked her tongue in admiration at his tremendous vitality that refilled in less than a day. As expected, Master was a strong male worthy of dominating her. With his eyes closed and back against the tub, enjoying her touch, Master pointed at his throbbing shaft and said, “I want to come. Make me ejaculate.” “Yes, Master.”
Her hands moved from his testicles to caress the thick pillar that didn’t fit in one hand. At her touch, the shaft pulsed even harder, as if it would spill its seed at any moment, but thanks to his training, it wouldn’t ejaculate without her permission. The sensation of giving him a handjob while submerged in the tub water was novel. Rubbing the glans with her palm and slowly stroking the shaft, she drew a pleased moan from Master’s lips.
“Huu, I want to come now.” “Not yet.” “Kugh!” She squeezed the base tightly and flicked his testicles with her fingers, causing pain. The black shaft trembled pitifully. Hehe, no matter how strong a man was, it was cute how he couldn’t move once his shaft was grabbed. She tormented his testicles until the urge to ejaculate subsided, and the shaft lost some of its stiffness.
“Has it calmed down now?” “Ugh, aren’t you handling my vital parts too roughly?” “Oh my, but you like this, don’t you? Like this.” She lightly squeezed his testicles to apply pressure, and the shaft began to harden again. She inflicted pain without crossing the line Master enjoyed, and it quickly stood erect once more.
“See? Master secretly likes being tormented.” “I have that kind of tendency?” “Be honest. It felt good when I hit your testicles, right?” She applied more force with her hands, repeatedly squeezing and releasing his testicles while shaking the shaft. Master’s face flushed with pleasure. His reactions varied with the pressure, so she continued, finding it amusing, until Master grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“I get it, so stop. I thought you were completely submissive, but you have unexpected sides too.” “I think that’s the charm of getting to know each other. I didn’t know Master had this side either. Do you dislike this part of me?” “No, I like it more than I expected.” “Hoho, I like Master’s vulnerable side too.”
Liking to be dominated while also enjoying tormenting the one she dominated—her tastes were complicated even to herself. Fortunately, Master had masochistic tendencies as well, making them a fated couple. After drying off and leaving the bathroom, they began proper sex. Crushed beneath Master and subjected to his merciless pistoning, she felt like she was floating.
“Hngh, Master’s cock tastes so good.” “No matter how much I eat your pussy, I never get tired of it. Hoo.” The vital energy flowing into her whenever his shaft plunged deep was truly delicious. Even though she consumed it every day, it never grew stale and always tasted wonderful. Lifting his body from hers and moving slowly in and out to adjust the pace, Master kneaded her swaying breasts and said, “To think the day would come when I’m satisfied with just one slave. You’re a temptress.” “Hnn, you must have kept many slaves before.” “Hmm, after learning intercourse from my father’s slaves, I always kept at least two.”
Still tasting her sex, Master told her about his childhood. Born to a wealthy father as the son of the youngest among five slaves, he had grown up under the care of far more slaves than the lower-class men who shared a single slave. He had been surrounded by numerous siblings born from those five slaves. “What was the mother who gave birth to you like?” “The concept of ‘mother’ is rather vague, but the one who bore me was young and beautiful. Father was quite taken with her. She had a large, strong build for a slave and a bold personality. She never cowered even among the older slaves.” “Do you have any sisters?” “Daughters born of slaves are all treated as slaves. They’re not considered family by blood.”
Even children born of the same father and mother were not treated as siblings if female; they were sold off as slaves. Hearing firsthand about the Western Continent’s culture that viewed women completely as slaves made the cultural gap with the Eastern Continent feel vast. Suddenly concerned about what would happen if the Queens became pregnant and gave birth to daughters, she asked, “What will you do if the Queens get pregnant and have daughters?” “Whether to raise them as slaves or sell them is the right of the one who sowed the seed.” “It’s also the right of the Queens who gave birth.”
At her words, Master stopped moving his hips. After a long staring contest, he sighed. “Hmm. The homeland doesn’t recognize the mother’s rights, but at least in Eden, we’ll acknowledge the Queens’ rights as well.” “Thank you for accepting my opinion.” “Even in the homeland, there’s a shift toward raising them rather than selling. Many say selling them outright causes too many side effects.”
They resumed their lovemaking. After Master finished inside her with affectionate thrusts, she cleaned his shaft and lay in his arms. Thinking of Theo, she spoke. “Oh, I’m going to meet Theo tomorrow.” “I trust you’ll handle it well.” “Yes, Master.”
Master, who trusted her completely, replied nonchalantly and lifted her body to impale her on his shaft. Lying atop him with her ear against his broad chest, she heard the strong, steady beat of his heart. Waking from a stuffy sleep, she found Master holding her tightly. Ugh, he was squeezing too hard. She grabbed his arm and pulled it away with her own strength to get up. Even the strength he gave in his sleep was easy for her to overcome. Her sex, which had held his shaft all night, remained parted and leaked fluids even after she removed it. Whether from daily use or his pheromones, it was always wet, so she reluctantly wore panties with pads.
While sucking and cleaning Master’s shaft, she extracted the vital energy that had accumulated while he slept. With more children absorbing it, she had to feed them regularly. The ones that had turned completely pink could now absorb vital energy through the womb as well, their tails embedded in the uterine wall. As a result, their nutrient absorption had decreased and they ate less. After a quick wash, she prepared breakfast and woke Master. “Master, it’s morning.” “Mm…” “You said you had to leave early today. Wake up.”
At her urging, Master finally yawned and rose. She attended to him through breakfast and prepared him to leave. While helping him into his coat, Master said, “I’m off.” “Yes, have a good day.” He pulled her waist close for a deep kiss before departing. After he left, she began her preparations. Since this would be her first real meeting with Theo, she wanted to look her best. She wore the sheer, sexy lingerie, stockings, and garter belt Master had gifted her, along with a neatly tailored women’s suit. After applying makeup and tying her hair back in an updo, the mirror reflected a woman who looked like she worked in an office. Mm, good. This should be sufficient.
Leaving the room and locking the door, she waited at the elevator when a Queen dressed in a suit like herself approached and greeted her. “Good morning, Madam.” “Good morning. Heading to work?” “Yes, that’s right.” Despite her bright smile, her hand on her waist and awkward posture betrayed her fatigue. “You had a rough night, I see.” “Hohoho, Master was a bit too rough. Since I’m still his only Queen, it’s hard to handle alone.” “He’ll bring another Queen soon. Just endure until then.” “Honestly, having two Masters is a bit much, but what can I do? If I keep going alone, I might die from overwork.”
As the elevator arrived and they descended, more Queens boarded from the sixth and fifth floors, offering greetings. They chatted about last night’s sex before dispersing to their respective workplaces. From their conversations, it was clear that the women who still had only one Queen were quite exhausted. After all, having sex intense enough to faint every single day while also working was impressive endurance for the delicate women of the Eastern Continent.