Testing the Master's Patience, Part 1
It didn't seem like the maids particularly hated my master.
'But they're wrecking her that mercilessly?'
Squish, squish.
"A little gentler... please..."
Squish-squish-squish!
"Hyiih...!"
'Should I have set it to five minutes instead of an hour?'
Twitch... twitch...
She reflexively jerked her hips, her entire body expressing just how agonizingly intense the stimulation was.
Drip... drip...
The arousal pooling from her pussy gathered drop by drop, like morning dew collecting on a leaf.
Plop.
And then it fell.
"Kuh..."
My master's pale face had turned completely crimson.
Her usually expressionless, intimidating face was now a total mess.
"Kuh-huuk..."
I didn't know everything about my master, but I knew her well enough.
She was an instructor from a family that valued endurance as a virtue, someone who never whined.
'She's not the type to easily complain or show weakness...'
"By the way, how strong is that aphrodisiac?"
"We did a brief test on it in the past," one of the maids replied.
The three maids took turns, though it wasn't strictly necessary for all three to rotate.
Right now, two of them were tag-teaming... tormenting my master's pussy every thirty seconds.
It was only natural for them to prioritize answering the questions of the husband-to-be over the noble lady herself.
"We haven't tested the undiluted solution ourselves, so we can't say for sure. But at a one-tenth dilution, the itchiness is roughly equivalent to having your skin stroked by multiple feathers."
"As for the arousal level... it's about the same as seeing the naked body of a man you desire after a long period of celibacy."
And that was only at a one-tenth concentration.
So what about right now?
"Hic... ah..."
She let out hiccup-like groans, desperately holding on.
"Uuuuugh..."
"Haaah..."
Her body seemed at a complete loss on how to handle the boiling lust.
Tremble.
Her body shook precariously.
Her gaze was already completely captured by the maids' hands.
But staring intently wouldn't change a thing.
For thirty seconds, they stimulated her pussy without pause.
Squish.
And then another maid took over.
Their hands were already coated in that unbearable liquid.
Splat.
"Kuh-huuuuk..."
Did my master even realize that tears and snot were already streaming down her face?
Honestly, it was quite entertaining to watch.
Twitch!
'Oops.'
Watching the spectacle, I had unconsciously reduced the time.
'She might not last an hour...'
I tapped the magic circle to shave off some time.
Tap. Tap.
'Does this register every single time I press it?'
Trying to reduce it significantly was actually making my hand ache.
Well, I'm sure my master will manage.
About forty minutes had passed on the actual clock.
'It's done.'
I had diligently reduced the timer in the meantime.
According to the magic clock, the set threshold had already passed.
In other words, everyone except Karna knew.
She had passed, and it could end now.
However—
Squish, squish.
"Hah..."
Karna's endurance did not stop.
The agreed-upon passing time had already elapsed.
Yet, regardless of whether she had passed or not, the maids continued to apply the aphrodisiac and caress her.
'I did reduce the time.'
It wasn't an excuse; it was the truth.
Everything after the passing mark was at the request of the family head.
'Even if the time is up, don't let her know she passed. Just watch her until she reaches her limit.'
This was a matter of the family head's pride.
Though she may not be well-received in the marriage market, my daughter is a magnificent woman.
Rather than mere words, it would be better for you to witness her patience firsthand.
And from what he had whispered to me, I knew how he intended to show it.
'Do not say a word even when it's over.'
So, even though she had already passed, we were going to see just how far my master could push her own endurance.
It was a trial that would never end until she collapsed under her own limits.
"Huu..."
The clock was on the wall behind Karna's back.
Having already surpassed the reduced passing time, the clock kept ticking.
Karna had absolutely no idea how many minutes had passed.
An hour had already gone by, meaning she had surpassed even the original passing threshold.
"Kuh..."
Shiver, shiver...
Now, her entire legs were trembling violently.
"It itches... it itches..."
The combination of the two drugs was, in a sense, truly diabolical.
First, the physical itchiness made her desperately want to touch her erogenous zones.
Second, the overall aphrodisiac effect amplified that urge to touch.
She could no longer distinguish whether she wanted to touch because of the itch or because of pure lust.
"Kuh..."
'I want to touch it! I want to touch it...!'
Naturally, her mind was filled with nothing but that thought.
Clench!
The more she felt it, the tighter she clasped her hands behind her head.
'No...! I can't...!'
She had to endure.
'But until when?'
Just thinking about it sent a cold shiver down her spine.
She might be misjudging the time because of the agony.
Agonizing time always felt like it flowed slower.
There was no way she could maintain an accurate sense of time.
Flick.
'Not there...!'
The maid's fingers mercilessly ravaged the sensitive spot near the entrance of Karna's pussy.
Rub, rub.
'If you apply the drug like that...!'
She really couldn't take it.
"Kuh-huuuut..."
She tried twisting her torso slightly from side to side.
But the experienced maids never lost their grip on her pussy, continuing their caresses without pause.
'I have to endure...!'
Realistically, this was the only proper marriage opportunity she would ever get.
She couldn't afford to lose it, but—
Splat.
"It itches, it itches...!"
The desire was growing so intense it made her head spin.
And so, time passed.
The time indicated by the clock was...
'Two hours?'
'Impressive...'
She had endured twice the originally set time.
My master was truly showing the definition of willpower.
"Haah... haah..."
Of course, the sight was far from respectable.
She was so focused on holding out that she looked utterly pathetic.
For starters, her entire body was drenched in sweat.
The sight of a female covered in sweat and arousal was quite pleasing to look at.
Though, of course, it must have felt like hell for her.
"No more, no more..."
Even as my master pleaded, the maids relentlessly reapplied the drug every thirty seconds.
They made her erogenous zones, which had swollen and turned a light shade of red, even itchier.
"Hyiih...!"
Tremble, tremble, tremble...!
Something was about to give.
'Is she done?'
Trickle, trickle...
She had wet herself.
In her highly aroused state, a stream of liquid suddenly arched forward, splashing onto the front of the platform.
'Is it really that painful?'
But usually, when you tense up to endure, wouldn't it prevent anything from coming out?
"Huu...! Huu, huu, huuu!"
She was taking incredibly rough breaths, trying to regulate her breathing.
She wasn't panicking at all; she was just focusing on her breath.
'Wait... did she do that on purpose?'
Looking closely, it seemed deliberate.
'At least while she's urinating, they can't caress her pussy.'
It allowed her to give her pushed-to-the-limit body a few precious seconds of rest.
'Training is important, but strategy is also key.'
Why did my master's famous quote come to mind in a situation like this?
Calling this a strategy was too pathetic, so it was probably better to think of it as a desperate struggle.
Still, she bought herself some time and could hold out just a tiny bit longer... so, whatever.
'Amazing...'
With this level of patience, she truly deserved applause.
There were several crises along the way, but in the end, her posture didn't break, and she reached the current mark.
Four hours.
"Kuh-huuuut..."
"Ngh...!"
Shiver, shiver, shiver...
Now, she was entirely focused on fighting her own desires, her legs shaking continuously.
"I want to touch my pussy... I want to squish it..."
Even in that state, she maintained the posture of thrusting her pussy forward to make it easier for the maids to torment her.
Though everything else about her was a complete mess.
For one, her body wouldn't stop shaking.
And arousal was now constantly dripping from her pussy.
The wooden platform was now soaked in sweat and juices, centering around my master.
Twitch...
'Her reaction is different now.'
"Y-Young master..."
Karna barely managed to squeeze out the words, her face completely flushed.
"I-I'll do anything... Please, please reduce the time..."
Ah, she's at her limit.
She was clearly at her breaking point.
Tremble, tremble...!
The shaking of her body was growing more violent.
"I-If I did something wrong..."
For a split second, the urge to touch her pussy almost made her head snap back.
Her elbows briefly pointed forward.
If her fingers hadn't been tightly interlaced, her posture would have broken right then and there.
"I'll apologize for everything... all of it..."
Squish, squish, squish.
On the exceptionally quiet platform, the sound of Karna's pussy being teased echoed even louder.
"I-If you're still angry, you can use me as a punching bag... you can use me as a punching bag..."
Sweat was pouring down even faster.
Her pale skin was flushed a light pink.
And that pinkish skin glistened, smeared with sweat and arousal.
"Please... reduce the time..."
Tremble...
They applied the drug again.
Now, she was even drooling.
I thought she was a mess earlier with the tears and snot, but she was in a much worse state now.
"Cassius, please..."
No matter how much she begged, there was nothing I could do.
'Because she already passed.'
This was simply a time to see where Karna's absolute limit truly lay.
In fact, even the maids probably hadn't expected her to hold out for this long.