Chapter 14: Dungeon Sex
Chapter 14: Dungeon Sex
"I have a way to make our remaining time a bit more enjoyable. What do you think?"
"Hic."
Instead of an answer, Carla started to hiccup.
It seemed she didn't have the composure to respond.
While waiting for her reply, I began unbuttoning her stiffly starched top one by one.
Pop. Snap.
The top, which was a bit tight to account for vigorous movement, slowly began to part.
Was it because of the cold wind? Or was it because my fingers were brushing against her skin? Carla, finally coming to her senses, asked cautiously.
"Um... Master? We're in a dungeon, you know?"
"A dungeon where we're the only ones present."
"Aren't the guards outside risking their lives to fight the cultists...?"
"Oh, please. There's a reason cultists skulk around in the shadows. It's because they stand no chance in a head-on fight. You don't need to worry about the guards."
Besides, Gepp City is a place where money congregates thanks to the auction house, so the quality of the guards is quite high.
Some might get injured, but I doubt there will be a single fatality.
Ah, finished the buttons.
Carla's breasts revealed themselves from inside the fully opened top.
However, the fact that they were still encased in underwear was a bit bothersome.
"Bra confiscated."
"Huh? What do you... ah."
I stripped the bra off the flustered Carla and immediately tossed it into my inventory.
Boing.
Only then did her breasts, liberated from all restraints, sway freely.
Pale white mounds of flesh with pale pink nipples at their tips.
It seemed the handprints I had left had completely healed when she drank the potion.
Feeling a bit disappointed, I began kneading her breasts this way and that, causing Carla to start trembling anxiously.
"Ugh... Master, are you really going to do it? There isn't even a bed here. We're outdoors...?"
"So? Do you hate it?"
Startled by my words, Carla stammered and trailed off.
"N-no. It's not that I hate it, I was just worried it might be uncomfortable for you, Master... Besides, how could I ever go against you...?"
As she spoke, she pulled her arms back, naturally thrusting her chest forward.
It was a posture that looked as if she were coquettishly begging for more touch.
However, I did the opposite; I took my hands off her breasts and stepped back.
"...Master?"
Was she flustered because my reaction was completely different from when she was rubbing her ass against me, despite acting just as coquettish?
Carla looked toward me with slow, deliberate movements.
A pitiful gaze that reminded me of an abandoned animal.
Carla had become reasonably bright since we started sleeping together, but occasionally, she would get anxious like this, just like when I first bought her.
It usually happened when I pretended to be disappointed in her or acted as if I’d lost interest.
To think the young lady of the Duke Lindelheit family, a name renowned as a famous magic family, had ended up in such a state....
That fact pitied her, yet simultaneously stimulated a dark sense of superiority.
As I watched her gauge my reaction and pondered the cause.
Thud.
Suddenly, Carla dropped to her knees on the ground.
Did I leave her hanging for too long?
Before I could say anything to stop her, Carla pressed her palms together and began to beg fervently.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You're angry because I was just being too arrogant, right...? I thought it would be okay because you were playing along, Master. I'll never do it again! I can even roll around in the mud! I've never held a single grievance against you—mph?"
"No, I'm not angry, so calm down."
I let out a deep sigh as I covered Carla's mouth with my palm.
Honestly, that gave me a bit of a scare.
Why is her reaction so extreme?
Of course, I have an idea why. How could I not know how a typical slave is treated? I've already lived in this world for three years.
I can guarantee that I'm a master in the top 1%.
So, she must be terrified that I'll change or sell her off.
But regardless, I am also the person who bought her with money and took her virginity semi-forcibly.
I thought that even if Carla acted cute on the outside, she would resent me on the inside....
But seeing this desperate side of her every now and then makes me wonder.
"Carla."
"Mmph. Mmmph."
"Ah, I'll let go of your mouth, so don't make a scene like you just did."
"Thank... thank you, Master."
Even though I said it was fine, Carla waited for my words with a still-anxious gaze.
I hesitated for a moment at that sight, but soon chuckled and shook my head.
There were many things I wanted to ask, but I couldn't bring myself to say them out loud.
Because even to me, the thoughts seemed absurd.
'There's no way.'
A slave falling for her master? And after only one night?
Even in a fantasy world, that's considered the stuff of fiction.
"..."
Did she sense something from me as I muttered to myself? Carla quietly looked up at me.
Her eyes were something I had never seen before—not the eyes of someone trembling in fear, nor someone anxious about being abandoned, nor someone acting smug because a topic she liked came up.
Her ruby-colored eyes sparkled transparently, as if she intended to reveal her entire self exactly as it was.
For a moment, I stared into her gaze as if possessed.
Before long, Carla parted her crimson lips and spoke in a calm voice.
"Master."
"Huh? Oh, what is it?"
"I don't know what you think of me, Master, but..."
Carla hesitated for a moment, as if choosing her words, before continuing.
"I believe that you saved me, Master."
"...What?"
I asked back in disbelief, but Carla nodded with an unwavering attitude.
"Master, do you know that the Lindelheit family fell due to allegations of being cultists?"
"Of course. It was a famous story that set the entire continent abuzz at the time."
"Then that means you didn't find me loathsome, even though you knew I was the daughter of a cultist."
"..."
This world was once on the brink of destruction by the Evil God and the armies they led.
Through the efforts of the other Good Gods and the Hero, they somehow managed to turn the tide, but the fear could not be washed away.
The existence of the Academy and the blind hatred toward cultists were likely remnants of that era.
"You didn't view my family's breathing technique or my magic as something defiled; you treated them as precious and used them."
"That's..."
That's because I know the cultist allegations against the Lindelheit family were a frame-up.
In the game and in reality, cultists were a lot that could never be trusted... but Carla was someone who had nothing to do with them in the first place.
But I couldn't say that.
To explain the source of this knowledge, I would have to tell Carla far too much.
"Master, you treated me like a person, not a tool. Before giving me an order, you gave me the chance to submit of my own accord, and you promised a reward in exchange for my obedience."
"...I told you before, that's just a method to handle you more easily."
"No. If you truly wanted to handle me easily, you would have given orders through the imprint. And if even that wasn't enough, you could have picked up a whip. I lack patience, so I can't endure pain or hardship."
"..."
My lukewarm attitude is a remnant of being a modern person.
Just as Carla's spirit was broken during her slave education, the education I received on Earth during my childhood created a solid set of ethics.
I am not a particularly kind person.
I am just a stranger who has only halfway adapted to this world.
Since I had been keeping my mouth shut for a while, Carla seemed concerned and gave me a somewhat playful smile.
"Above all, you're handsome, Master. This is really important."
"Huh?"
"Think about it the other way around, Master. A pot-bellied, bald old lady versus a slightly mischievous but incredibly pretty younger girl. If you absolutely had to sleep with one, which would you prefer?"
"The latter, obviously."
"Exactly! On my first day as a slave, I thought I would never have a reason to smile again... but I find myself smiling just by looking at you, Master."
"Ha, wow. Unbelievable."
So she's a sucker for looks.
Of course, this face isn't my original one, but the fact remains that I spent a long time customizing it.
Is that why? As if I had never been having serious thoughts, the corners of my mouth kept twitching upward.
Humans are such simple creatures.
Perhaps I, too, find my heart softening just by looking at Carla because of her outstanding appearance.
As I struggled to suppress my involuntarily twitching lips, Carla spoke again in a serious voice with that same transparent gaze.
"This is important, so I'll say it one more time: I think it's a blessing that I was sold to you, Master. Truly."
"...Is that so?"
"Yes. So, I want to be cherished by you. I want you to need me, Master. ...Now, and forever."
Now I see.
Was it because she saw the best and worst of the world when her family fell? Or was it because of the slave education that was closer to training a beast?
Either way, Carla was deeply dependent on and obsessed with me, simply because I had been a little kind to her.
By anyone's standards, it wasn't a normal way of thinking. But.
Stroke. Stroke.
After stroking Carla's hair a couple of times, I pulled my pants down in one motion.
Clink.
"Huh? Uh, ah?!"
Thinking I would never strip at a time like this, Carla stared at my lower half with her mouth agape.
I thrust my dick toward Carla's face, as she was still kneeling, and spoke.
"It's time for a review."
"A review...?"
"A fellatio review. You did it once yesterday, didn't you?"
"You mean... the thing with my mouth, Master?"
"Exactly. It's not like we're only going to do this once or twice, so you'd better get used to it early."
"...!"
As I confirmed our future together, her ruby eyes widened as if she were moved.
Yes.
Carla's way of thinking is warped. But because she was broken, I could actually feel relieved.
It is natural for something whole to break, but it is not natural for something broken to be fixed.
As long as I cherish Carla as a slave, she will never rebel against me.
I tapped Carla's cheek with my dick, which had already reached its limit, and gave an order that wasn't quite an order.
"Suck it."
"I shall obey your command, Master."
With her cheek pressed against my dick, Carla wore a blissful smile.