Chapter 8: Dungeon Sex
Chapter 8: Dungeon Sex
“Mmm.”
With a soft moan, Carla slowly opened her eyes.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains.
Lately, she had been trapped in a basement, so the warm natural light tickling her eyes must have been what woke her early.
Realizing this a moment later, Carla let out a low exclamation.
“Ah.”
I’m not in that dreadful basement anymore.
Her sigh of relief was short-lived.
As people often do upon waking, Carla retraced the previous day's memories. The moment she recalled the events of last night, her face flushed a deep, burning red.
“Hya—! Mmph!”
Carla barely managed to suppress the scream that tried to escape her.
Pressing her hand firmly over her mouth, she slowly turned her head.
“…….”
Sure enough, her master, Yandel, was fast asleep with a peaceful expression.
If she had screamed, she would have surely woken him.
And most people hated being forced awake—just as she used to grumble at her maids in the past.
Recalling those old memories, Carla shook her head with a bitter smile.
She was no longer the noble lady of those days. She was merely a slave who had to be careful even of her breathing, lest she disturb her master's mood.
Worried she might wake Yandel, Carla cautiously slipped out from under the covers. But the moment she stood up to wash her face...
“Ugh!”
She winced at the sharp sting rising from her lower abdomen.
The cause of the pain was, without a doubt, last night's vigorous activities.
Shaking her head again to dispel the recurring memories, she headed toward the washbasin in the guest room.
However, the moment she opened the bathroom door, she saw her current state reflected clearly in the large full-length mirror standing right in front of her.
“This is….”
One side of her neck was covered in bite marks and hickeys.
Handprints were clearly visible on her breasts, and the remnants of yesterday's encounter had dried on her swollen nether regions.
With it thrust in her face like this, she couldn't help but relive it, even if she didn't want to.
The intense lovemaking of last night.
How her master had handled her, and how she had cried in his hands.
Carla started to writhe in shame as the detailed memories surfaced... but then she tilted her head.
It hadn't been as bad as she'd expected.
No, it was more than just 'not bad.' The situation was several times better than what Carla had imagined while trapped behind bars.
First of all, Yandel had not destroyed her mana core.
To a mage, a mana core was like another limb. It was an organ as natural as it was vital.
But since a slave could never be allowed magic, masters usually ordered them to overload and destroy their own cores.
Yandel hadn't done that.
Not only that, hadn't he recognized her value as a mage and ordered the transmission of the Lintblum Breathing Technique and instruction in basic magic?
As a direct descendant of a famous magic family who took pride in her magic, this meant a great deal to her.
And then there was the way he treated her.
She had heard whispers of it during her time as a noble, and she had seen it firsthand since becoming a slave—the treatment of slaves was the height of irrationality.
They were beaten if the master was in a good mood, and whipped to the brink of death if the master was in a bad one.
In fact, even if a slave actually died, no one cared.
A slave was literally a being meant to be used however one pleased. One didn't need a reason, like why they were killed.
Of course, Carla was a valuable slave, so she wouldn't be killed on a whim.
But that didn't mean she could expect good treatment.
Yet, Yandel had presented Carla with rewards and punishments.
He even made the criteria for evaluation how well she listened to him.
It was only natural for a slave to obey their master, yet he said he would give her rewards just for doing what was expected.
How merciful was that?
But Yandel wasn't just a merciful master.
He was a handsome and merciful master.
Carla’s face reddened again, though for a different reason than before.
Features more refined than most nobles, and lips that had teased her with a mischievous smile.
His purple eyes had been full of passion, and his persistent demand for her made her fall into the illusion that he couldn't do without her.
When her thoughts reached that point, the marks left on her body from yesterday felt a little different.
Should I just... not erase them?
Originally, Carla had intended to wash her face lightly and then use Clean and Cure to tidy her whole body.
Since her mana core was intact, it wasn't a difficult task.
But she remembered how Yandel had seemed so intent on leaving marks on her body last night.
This look was likely to Yandel's taste.
Carla stared into the mirror for a moment, then ultimately did nothing and returned to the bed.
Carefully slipping back under the covers so as not to wake him, she curled up beside Yandel.
Hoping her young master would like this sight.
*
When I opened my eyes, I saw Carla curled up beside me.
Perhaps because we both fell asleep as if we'd passed out, we hadn't tidied up properly.
The marks from yesterday remained vividly on Carla’s snow-white neck.
Somehow, these seem more conspicuous than the slave imprint.
The other parts I couldn't see right now were probably the same.
As I idly toyed with the bite marks on her neck, she must have woken up from the tickling.
“Ugh… Heh?”
Carla let out a strange sound and slowly opened her eyes.
Her expression was dazed, as if she were still drunk on sleep. Her blinking ruby eyes no longer held fear or wariness.
It felt like waking up to find that a stray rabbit had suddenly become a house pet.
What happened?
Even if Carla had accepted her situation, this was a pretty dramatic change.
“Master? Are you awake…?”
Though a bit awkward, Carla greeted me with a smile.
Well, whatever. Who cares about the reason? She’s cute, and that’s enough.
I chuckled and tickled her neck once more, making her shrug her shoulders and squirm.
“Hng… Ah….”
Her voice and expression were strangely erotic.
The memories of last night came flooding back, making me want to pounce on her right then and there... but I barely managed to restrain myself and stood up.
I had a lot to do.
“Up we get. Now that you’re awake, let’s wash up and head out. Oh, do you know how to use Clean magic?”
“Huu… Yes. I’ve mastered most lifestyle magic. Shall I use it?”
“Yeah. Washing with water is cleaner, but we’re going to be a bit busy today.”
“Please wait a moment.”
A faint flow of mana.
Perhaps it was because I could feel mana now, but I could sense Carla’s mana core resonating with the surrounding mana.
However, it didn't last long. Maybe a second at most?
Before I knew it, a blue magic circle bloomed at Carla’s fingertips.
Lifting it, Carla completed the spell.
“Clean.”
At that moment, the magic circle expanded enough to swallow both Carla and me.
The circle, inscribed with simple geometric shapes, slowly descended from above.
Starting from the head down to the toes, our bodies were cleaned in sequence as the blue light passed over us.
“…The output is on a different level from the Clean scrolls I’ve used so far. At this rate, it’s basically the same as taking a physical bath, isn't it?”
“Hehe. Well, I’m more skilled than your average low-grade scroll maker.”
Carla twisted her body bashfully.
Of course, since she was still naked, my eyes were drawn more to her breasts swaying with every movement.
Her swaying form seemed almost provocative, so I reached out and steadied them with my hands.
Squish.
“Hya—!”
As I toyed with her breasts, Carla froze stiff.
Even after being handled like that yesterday, was she still not used to it? Her reaction was like a rabbit caught by the scruff of its neck.
“By the way, I guess these handprints don't go away?”
At my question, Carla stammered out a response.
“T-these aren't foreign substances, they’re like small wounds… Ah… I could get rid of them with a Cure spell… What should I do, Master…?”
“Hmm.”
I looked down at Carla’s body for a moment.
It’d be a shame to erase them….
“They don't hurt, do they?”
“Pardon? Y-yes… they tickle a little, but that’s all.”
“Then it’s fine. Let’s get dressed and head out.”
“L-like this…?”
“Why? You’re not saying you don't want to, are you?”
I lowered my voice, implying disobedience.
It was a trivial matter, but I said it thinking I should establish the master-slave relationship firmly even in these small things.
“No! It’s not like that! I just have to get dressed like this, right? Yes! I’ll do that, Master!”
For some reason, Carla nodded vigorously with a slightly proud tone.
What... why is she happy?
I tilted my head at her platinum-blonde hair swaying up and down, then chuckled and pulled new clothes out of my Inventory.
Anyway, she said she’d do as told, so there was no problem.
As we were getting dressed, starting from the underwear...
I suddenly felt a gaze and turned to the side.
“…….”
“Ah.”
Carla, who had been picking up her dress, was staring at me with a blank expression.
Along with the Status Window, it was one of the few perks I possessed.
The Inventory.
In this world, there were magical tools for similar purposes, like subspace bags or bracelets, so I often made excuses that it was one of those.
But this time, hadn't I opened the Inventory while completely naked?
Furthermore, my opponent was Carla, a real mage. It would be difficult to pass it off as a magical tool like before.
“Uh… T-that, I….”
Did she think she’d seen something she shouldn't have? Carla hesitated, then covered her eyes with her palms and spoke.
“I-I didn't see anything, Master!”
“It’s okay to see. Of course, [you must not tell anyone.]”
Just in case, I issued a command through the slave imprint. Only then did Carla peek through the gaps in her fingers.
“…Really?”
“Really. I was going to tell you later, but I might as well tell you now.”
Of course, I wasn't going to talk about the game or anything like that.
I had another setting prepared in case I was caught not using a magical tool.
“This is an ability I obtained by clearing a dungeon.”
“A-a dungeon…!”
Carla’s eyes widened in surprise.
H&A is an abbreviation for Hero & Academy.
But for there to be a hero, there must be a corresponding feat, right?
In this world, Evil Gods exist, and they are always eyeing the Eurelia Continent.
The places where the Good Gods sealed the armies of those Evil Gods are the dungeons.
Clearing a dungeon meant wiping out one of the Evil God's armies, and wouldn't that be a feat worthy of being called a hero?
For that reason, quite a few dungeons are hidden here and there in this world.
However, who would dangerously throw themselves into a dungeon?
It’s said that after hundreds of years, when the seals weaken, the monsters inside will pour out... but that’s a story for the distant future.
There aren't many people who would risk their lives solely for glory.
So, the gods offered rewards.
“So this is that God's Grace….”
“That’s right. A subspace bound to the soul.”
They decided to grant a portion of the power that maintained the seal to the conqueror.
This is called God's Grace, and it’s usually given in the form of traits that cannot be acquired normally or special equipment.
My setting was that I received a convenient subspace trait among them.
Of course, even if you cleared every single dungeon on the Eurelia Continent, such a grace didn't exist, but who would know?
Literally, no one would know until they cleared them all.
Like a mage who loved the unknown, Carla looked at me with sparkling eyes.
I lightly tapped her on the head and continued.
“What are you dazing out for? You’re going to clear one, too.”
“…Huh?”
Carla tilted her head as if she didn't understand.
At her innocent look, I let a smirk crawl onto my lips.
“I told you, didn't I? We’re going to be busy today.”
Let’s clear just one before the entrance exam.
With Carla’s abilities, it shouldn't be that difficult.