Chapter 47: Service with Impure Motives
Chapter 47: Service with Impure Motives
There was a minor hiccup at the end, but I managed to successfully sign an exclusive contract with Fay.
After that... well, there wasn't much else to do, so I headed straight back to the dormitory.
Thud.
As soon as I opened the door, I collapsed onto the bed with the grace of a wet noodle.
The mattress cushioned my body, and my muscles relaxed naturally. A sigh escaped my lips, completely of its own accord.
“Uuugh...”
A wave of lethargy finally caught up to me, taking over my entire frame.
“I’m so beat...”
It was strange. A lot had happened today, but I’d been sipping Vitality Potions—intermediate grade, no less—ever since the Ranking Battle this morning.
I’d been running around so much during the duels that I was afraid I’d doze off during class if I didn't. It wouldn't look good to fall asleep on the very first day, after all.
For the record, the effectiveness of a Vitality Potion varies wildly depending on its grade, but you could basically call it a fantasy version of an energy drink.
As long as you don't develop a potion poisoning, there aren't any particular side effects, so I’d been drinking the low-to-intermediate ones fairly regularly. But this was a first.
I didn't remember the crash being this heavy...
“Ah.”
Maybe it was mental fatigue?
Now that I thought about it, my body still felt full of energy.
Originally, I’d planned to learn some magic from Carla as soon as I got back, then grab dinner and head to sleep.
It looked like the magic lesson would have to be pushed back a bit.
Even if it was just for a moment, I wanted to rest like this, staring blankly at the ceiling.
As I rolled around on the bed in silence, Carla, who had been watching me, gave a helpless little smile.
“Oh, Master. It’s more uncomfortable if you lie down like that. You should at least change your clothes.”
“Ugh... I don't know. Too much work...”
“Hmm. I suppose it can’t be helped. Shall I undress you?”
“That would be nice.”
As I lay there spread-eagled and waiting, Carla sat down softly beside me.
“Up we go.”
A slight creak came from the bed. Carla’s scent wafted over me, and the dark shadow cast by her breasts partially obscured her face.
Until now, Carla had been following behind me as if trying to fit the role of an attendant, but in this moment, her presence felt suddenly, intensely powerful.
Come to think of it, Carla had been following me all over the place today too.
Why did she look so fine?
Perhaps sensing the meaning behind my questioning gaze, Carla smiled brightly as she began unbuttoning my coat.
“Are you very tired?”
“I’ll be fine after a little rest.”
“It’s okay to rest as much as you need. On my first day at the Academy, I came straight back to the dorm, skipped dinner, and just slept, you know?”
Carla’s voice sounded somewhat nostalgic.
I lifted my shoulders to make it easier for her to pull the coat off and asked, “Really?”
“Yes. I think the rebound hit you a bit late because of the Vitality Potions, Master... but using that much magic, fighting with it, and attacking people—this was your first time doing all of that, wasn't it? It’s only natural to be mentally exhausted.”
“...I guess so.”
Thinking about it, it made sense. The sudden exhaustion was likely because my tension had finally snapped once I returned to the safety of the dorm.
Carla folded the coat neatly and set it aside. Then, as she moved to loosen my belt to make me more comfortable, she continued in a spirited voice.
“Don’t worry! I’ll take care of everything, so you can just stay still, Master!”
“Heh... and you think you know what I want?”
At those words, the corners of Carla’s mouth curled into a smirk, and she put on a confident expression.
“Ahem! It’s been nearly a month since I started serving you, hasn't it? I might not know everything, but I can guess the gist of it!”
“What an arrogant slave. Fine. Go ahead and tell me what I want right this second. If you get it right, I’ll give you a reward.”
When I chuckled and played along, Carla acted as if she’d been waiting for the cue. She grabbed my hand and pulled it directly toward her chest.
She didn't stop at the fabric; she tucked my hand inside her clothes so I could feel her bare skin.
Squish.
Soft flesh filled my palm. The sensation of her nipple in the center felt a bit ticklish.
As I flinched for a moment, Carla spoke up, her voice teasing.
“Right now, Master, you want to knead my breasts. Am I right?”
“...Isn't this less of a guess and more of an induction?”
I mean, anyone would want to squeeze them if their hand was already there.
Squeeze, squeeze.
“Hngh...”
So, I squeezed them to my heart's content.
A relaxed smile spread across my face at the soul-soothing texture, but it didn't last long.
Carla, who had been quietly submitting to my touch, asked with sparkling eyes, “I got it right, didn't I? So... you’ll give me a reward?”
“Well... what should I do...”
Does it count as 'guessing' if she forced the situation?
Perhaps my hesitation displeased her, as Carla pouted slightly.
“Then I’ll guess one more time. ...Right now, Master, you’re thinking that you want to see my breasts, aren't you?”
Carla said this while gripping the hem of her top.
It was as if she was ready to strip the moment I said yes.
...That’s cheating.
I let out a long sigh and nodded.
“You’re right. I want to see your breasts being crushed by my hands, Carla.”
“Hehe.”
Only then did Carla beam and toss her top aside.
Boing.
Since she took off her underwear along with it, one of her breasts bounced violently from the momentum.
One breast was being squashed in my palm, flesh bulging between my fingers, while the other swayed freely.
Faced with such an overwhelming sight, I reflexively sucked in a breath.
Damn.
If Carla is this big, how big is Fay?
I hadn't been able to properly knead them, but I’d ended up grabbing Fay’s breasts once. As I toyed with Carla’s chest, as if trying to gauge the difference, Carla’s expression suddenly turned gloomy.
“...Master. You’re comparing me to Miss Fay right now, aren't you?”
“Huh? Uh... what?”
She caught that? How?
“Your eyes looked like you were seeing someone else, not me. You’re very honest with your desires, Master, so what you want shows on your face immediately.”
“It does?”
“Yes. I’m always looking only at you, so I can tell right away.”
“......”
“Ah, but please don't misunderstand. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything. I’m your slave, after all. I wouldn't dare interfere in your personal relationships.”
Carla’s voice sounded strangely heavy. As I struggled to find something to say, she forced a smile.
“It’s okay! You promised me last time, didn't you? That you would never abandon me. So I’m fine. Really. But...”
She trailed off, hesitating for a long time.
Instead of my still-frozen tongue, I moved the hand that had been playing with her breast upward.
I gently stroked her cheek and lightly ran my thumb over her lips, prompting her to continue. Finally, Carla spoke with a look of resolve.
“But I keep getting greedy. I don't just want to not be abandoned... I want to be favored.”
“......?”
What’s the difference?
Seeing that I didn't quite understand, Carla added a more detailed explanation.
“Seeing you with Miss Fay today made me realize. Even if you eventually get a lover, a wife, and children... even if you start a family like that... I want you to still lust after me and need me. I realized that there’s a part of me that thinks that way.”
“...What? Wait, I just met Fay today. Why is the conversation jumping that far ahead?”
Startled, my tongue finally loosened to voice my confusion.
Sure, I’d seen her many times in the game... but meeting her in person for the first time shouldn't count as 'knowing' her that well.
I mean, I did end up touching her breasts, but it was a bit much to jump straight to marriage.
However, Carla only shook her head with a bittersweet expression.
“Even if it’s not Miss Fay, it’s a fact that someone much more wonderful than me will eventually take a place by your side, isn't it? You’re a good person, Master, and you’re naturally talented.”
In Carla’s mind, I was probably a man who would one day establish a grand house, much like the progenitor of the Lindelheit family.
That was likely why she was so certain.
“I... even then, I want to stay by your side and be doted on. Hehe... is that too greedy of me?”
Carla gave an awkward smile.
I knew she was dependent on me, and I knew the cause was her values being warped by slave education.
But I hadn't realized she was thinking this far ahead.
This wasn't just craving affection out of necessity; it was almost like...
While my eyes were wide with surprise, Carla began rubbing her face against my hand, which was still cupping her cheek.
“So... so I want to make it so that you have no choice but to cherish me. Did you know? What I said today wasn't a joke or flattery. You really are my entire world, Master.”
Having said that, Carla pulled her face away from my hand and crawled on all fours to position herself between my legs.
Since she’d only removed her top, her exposed breasts looked even larger than usual.
In that position, Carla placed her hands on the belt I had loosened earlier.
“Master. You said you’d give me a reward if I guessed what you were thinking, right?”
“...Uh, yeah.”
Even in this situation, my member was stubbornly erect. Carla stroked my crotch through my trousers and pleaded.
“Then... can you give me permission to serve you with impure motives? The chance to be doted on by you... that is the greatest reward I can receive right now.”
“......”
After a brief silence, I nodded.
“Thank you, Master! I’ll make you feel really good! So just lie back and stay still!”
“......?”
Carla’s voice suddenly became incredibly bright.
And for a brief moment, a smile flickered across her lips—the kind of smile someone wears when everything is going exactly according to plan.
“Wait.”
Hold on.
Was I... just played?
And after all that effort to trick her master, the thing she wants to do is 'service' (in the naughty sense)...?