Chapter 238: Memories of Summer Vacation
Chapter 238: Memories of Summer Vacation
Fay had made the surprising suggestion of doing it from behind, but unfortunately, we couldn't get to it that very day.
The person who brought it up had become so completely absorbed in her chimera research that the mood was long gone.
However, this wasn't Fay’s workshop, and the equipment she’d brought along was basic at best. Within a few days, Fay’s research hit a wall.
“Is this as far as I can go out here? Ugh…”
Perhaps her body had grown stiff; Fay stretched her arms high above her head.
As she groaned, thrusting out those monstrous breasts of hers, I found myself reaching out to knead them before I even realized it.
Squish, squish.
“Hyaak! J-Junior, what are you doing all of a sudden?! Why are you touching me so naturally?!”
“I’m just touching my own breasts. Is there a problem?”
“They’re my breasts! Don’t say such nonsense so confidently!”
“Nonsense, you say…?”
Feigning a hurt expression, I pulled Fay into a hug from behind. I rubbed my face against her messy hair and spoke.
“That’s cold. Senior Fay, whose money bought the clothes you’re wearing right now?”
“Ugh.”
“And whose wallet does the money for Senior Fay’s food come from?”
“F-from Junior’s wallet…”
“Exactly. Most of what Senior Fay wears and eats comes from my money. So, there shouldn't be any problem with me taking off the clothes I bought, or touching the breasts that grew from the food I provided, right?”
“I… guess?”
Fay tilted her head, her expression wavering with uncertainty. Good. She’s halfway convinced.
A round ear peeked out from between her wavy locks. I pressed my lips against it and whispered as if blowing air into her ear.
“Now, I want to hear it from Senior Fay’s own mouth. …Who do these breasts belong to?”
“To… Junior?”
“A little more accurately. Say it clearly so anyone who hears can understand.”
“Uuu…”
With her face flushed bright red, Fay hung her head low. Her lips twitched for a moment, but then, as if she had made up her mind, she slowly turned to look at me.
Because she was so short, she was looking up at me from a diagonal angle.
Perhaps that was why Fay’s neck—which lacked flexibility from her sedentary lifestyle—was trembling.
It looked as if she were writhing in shame. Or perhaps like prey cowering before a predator.
A timid voice leaked from Fay’s small lips.
“I… declare that the breasts of Fay Yarnshard belong to Junior Yandel, and I will not complain no matter when or where they are touched.”
“…….”
“Um. Junior? Is this… enough?”
Fay watched my reaction anxiously. My mind, which had momentarily frozen at the unexpected words, began to race again.
“Oh, yes. Well done.”
When I nodded blankly, the anxious expression vanished, replaced by Fay’s characteristic gloomy smirk.
“Hehehe. Junior’s tastes… noted….”
“???”
She even pulled out a notebook and pen from somewhere and began writing: ‘Junior likes lewd declarations.’
“Wait, did you do that on purpose?!”
“Of course! Who would say something like that seriously? Don’t tell me, Junior, are you one of those people? The ones who can’t distinguish erotic novels from reality?”
“…Wow. Senior Fay, why have you been so spiteful lately?”
I pressed down on the crown of Fay’s head with my chin, eliciting a scream.
“Kyaaaaak! Ow! That actually hurts?!”
“Senior Fay’s weakness is the crown of her head… noted….”
“Isn't the crown of the head everyone’s weakness?!”
Whatever. I’m going to keep kneading it anyway.
For a while, I played around and bickered with Fay. But as I tried to sneak my hand inside her collar, I locked eyes with Carla, who was standing nearby.
She had the face of a platypus staring in despair as a river flooded its nest after waking up.
Carla spoke in a voice thick with a mixture of disbelief, self-reproach, and despondency.
“No one says those things seriously…? Someone who can’t distinguish erotic novels from reality….”
“Ah.”
It was a while ago now, but Carla had made a similar vow while kissing my dick in the underground dungeon of Gepp.
I let go of Fay and hurried over to Carla.
“I-It’s okay, Carla! I really liked it! Isn't that enough?!”
“As long as Master is satisfied….”
“Yeah. I was satisfied, and that’s why I’ve been doting on you so much since that day.”
I gently scratched under Carla’s chin, and only then did focus return to her ruby-colored eyes.
“…Master, you really liked it?”
“Of course.”
“Then… would it be alright if I did it one more time?”
“Huh…?”
“You said you liked it. And as a rule, vows and declarations are meant to be made in front of many people.”
“So… you want to reenact it in front of the other women?”
“Yes. …Is that not allowed?”
“I don’t mind if it makes you feel better, Carla, but….”
My voice trailed off as I looked around. Fay and Iona looked intrigued, while the others seemed flustered.
Regardless, it didn't feel like anyone was opposed.
“Alright. Shall we?”
“Yes!”
Carla nodded with a bright smile.
To think she would still claim the role of a slave for herself, even after learning that her downfall was due to a false accusation.
Just how deeply had that slave education been imprinted on her? While a bitter smile escaped me, I realized that it was thanks to Carla being broken that I was able to trust someone for the first time.
Because it was an abnormal relationship, Carla was someone I could paradoxically trust.
I had become sharp and cynical after living in hiding for three years since falling into this world, but I wasn't like that anymore.
I didn't need to hide my face with Polymorph Potions, nor did I need to struggle desperately to arm myself with even slightly better magical tools.
Above all, I wasn't alone. I was living my life in relationships with others.
…Well, most of them were my slaves or in positions no different from slaves!
Anyway, the important thing was that Carla played a huge part in allowing me to find leisure in my heart and become more comfortable.
In that sense, the slave declaration Carla was about to show me would be quite meaningful to me as well.
My heart fluttered as I waited. Before long, Carla, standing before me, began to slowly undress.
Rustle. Rustle.
The sound of fabric brushing against skin. Something light hitting the floor. In an instant, Carla’s naked body was revealed.
Without a single thread on her, Carla slowly knelt. No, she prostrated herself flat, bowing her head to the floor.
Her well-shaped breasts were pressed against her knees and the floor, bulging out to the sides and asserting their presence.
A long, slender wave of platinum blonde hair scattered across the floor. Between the strands, the elegant curve of her back captured the eye.
Of course, the highlight was her slightly upturned buttocks.
Looking down from above, I briefly thought the line of her pelvis and buttocks formed the shape of a heart.
Maintaining an extremely polite naked dogeza posture, Carla spoke.
“Master, would you please take out your cock?”
“…Yeah.”
I hadn't expected her to go this far, so my reaction was a bit delayed. But Carla waited for me calmly.
Thinking it was like telling a submissive puppy to ‘lie down,’ I took off my pants.
My lower half sprang out as if it had been waiting. Naturally, it was already rock hard.
“You can raise your head now.”
“Yes.”
Carla slowly raised her body. Then, she crawled on her knees until she was right in front of me.
Naturally, a large shadow fell over Carla’s face. With her arms behind her back in an ‘at ease’ position, Carla stretched her neck out.
Mwah.
She pressed a light kiss to the tip of the glans. The soft sensation on that sensitive area turned into pleasure in an instant.
“Master. My Master, who has taken everything from me.”
Mwah.
Carla chirped pleasant words in a pleasant voice.
“I vow.”
Mwah.
It was a bizarre sight—solemn yet vulgar. I could feel the other women nearby unable to take their eyes off Carla.
I was the same, honestly.
“I, Carla Lindelheit, will serve Yandel-nim as my Master, and I will never forget my duty as a slave under any circumstances.”
Mwah.
It was a vow I had heard once before. Yet, no matter how many times I heard it, the content was still thrilling enough to make my skin crawl.
“My body and my heart belong entirely to Master.”
Mwah.
That was because the situation was different now than it was back then.
Carla knew I wouldn't abandon her, and I believed that Carla wouldn't betray me.
“This vow will remain valid until the day my life ends.”
Mwah.
Even so, Carla still craved affection as a slave. She waited for my answer while kissing my dick with a reverent attitude.
The current Carla felt lovely and admirable, yet at the same time, she felt pitiable.
Did she sense my thoughts? The corners of Carla’s mouth, which had been set in a serious line, curved softly.
“So please, answer me with unchanging affection.”
“Ah.”
Those were words she hadn't said back then. A greed she couldn't afford when she was merely content with not being abandoned.
The lingering discomfort in my chest was completely washed away by her selfish—if it could be called selfish—request to love her forever.
I reached out and gently stroked Carla’s platinum blonde hair.
“I promise.”
“Thank you, Master. Then, please place the stamp here….”
Carla opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.
I gripped Carla’s small head and slowly pushed my hips forward.
The sensation of sliding over her tongue. The sensation of being enveloped by her moist mouth. And the sensation of passing through her narrow throat.
I nodded to Carla, who had swallowed my dick so deeply that her nose was touching my lower belly.
“I’ll press it down hard, so look forward to it.”
“Ughhk….”
Carla’s hand stealthily reached between her own legs.