Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: She Wishes
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With just a single gesture.
That one gesture painted my life in shades of gray.
The people who had showered me with flattery and praise vanished.
My hair, which once seemed to promise a brilliant future, faded as if foretelling the despair ahead.
And just like that, I was cast into a ashen world without a visible bottom.
By the very hands that had once lifted me up.
It must have been just one thing.
Just a single change, and the value of my entire existence flipped completely.
"How can a person's face look like that..."
The one who blushed shyly and peeked at me from behind a tree.
"Even if she's my daughter..."
My family, who always said they loved me and kissed my forehead before bed.
"I should have realized when we covered her face with a veil and sold her off cheap."
Even the strangers eyeing me like an object up for appraisal.
That's why it was salvation. That touch.
The warmth of fingers stroking my brittle, faded hair felt so good.
The natural way they suddenly took my hand felt so good.
The comfort of being held close enough to hear each other's heartbeats felt so good.
Sometimes, the bold possessiveness of roughly grabbing my breasts and claiming them as his felt good too.
And...
The hands cupping my face—a face so repulsive just to look at—stirred a feeling in me that was undoubtedly...
Undoubtedly... love.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Ria?"
I lifted my head at the sound of Master's voice from above, laced thick with bewilderment. My movements were limited since I still had his cock in my mouth, but it was enough.
His face mirrored the emotions in his voice perfectly.
Truth be told, I'd half-expected this. It was probably because of that man I'd killed—Master must have been a bit wary of it.
But I couldn't stand the thought of him holding back from using me properly over something like that. It would interfere with my wholehearted devotion to him. And...
I felt the need to pull his precious cock—reluctantly—from my mouth and speak my true feelings.
Slowly drawing my head back, Master's cock began sliding out from under my tongue. As it withdrew, it seemed to want to leave its mark, dripping with sticky fluid.
At first, I'd found its taste slightly fishy, but at some point, it had become fragrant to me.
Tasting it again stirred a greedy urge to keep sucking, so I tried to hold back. But my still-insufficient self wanted to savor even a little more, drawing it out slowly to relish the flavor.
But nothing lasts forever. Soon, his glans caught on my lips. Resisting the urge to slam my face back into his crotch, I settled for sucking out every last drop from his urethra as I finally pulled his cock free.
"Hngh."
That groan was proof he'd felt good because of me. Joy swelled in my chest, making me want to smile, but sadly, my face still couldn't function properly enough to do so.
At some point, I'd started wishing I could show Master a smile, but honestly, I had no idea when that might happen.
"Master."
I called to him softly, signaling I had something to say. He caught my intent right away, looking at me with a more serious expression.
It touched me again. A golem-like woman with no inflection in her voice or changes in her face—how did he read my intentions so perfectly every time?
All I could do was feel grateful.
"There's something I'd like to tell you. May I?"
"Yeah! What is it?"
Was it really okay to say this? I'd spent the whole night without sleep agonizing over it, but even now, I hadn't decided and was still debating whether to drop it here.
Then Master, who had been standing, bent his knees and squatted down to meet my eyes. Matching my level, he gave me a fresh, bright smile.
"Tell me. Anything."
He said to me.
Every time he came at me so suddenly like this, I had to suppress my impure desires with the resolve of carving a knife into my own palm. Otherwise, I'd crash my worthless lips straight into his sweet ones.
And then, tracing every wrinkle with my tongue, I'd recklessly pour out desires too grand for me. I wanted to grab his cheeks right then and kiss him fiercely, but once more, I held back.
Taking a short breath, I shifted my gaze from his lips to the gray eyes before me. That color, which I'd once thought symbolized despair, now brought me nothing but happiness.
Looking into those eyes fixed solely on me, I resolved to speak my true heart.
Those eyes shining happiness into me made me want to be a little greedier. Just a little more.
"May I use the wish ticket you mentioned yesterday right now?"
Truth be told, when he first offered it, I'd thought I'd never need to use it. Because from the moment we reunited, every instant with Master felt like a wish come true.
But Mimi's words yesterday had stirred a bit of greed in me. I thought just gazing at Master from the side would make me happy, yet human desire seems endless.
"Anything. I'll do whatever I can."
"Me, I..."
Tension choked my words. The thought of baring such base feelings to Master made my already pounding heart race even harder, thumping like it was right in my ears.
"Please use me more."
I'd said it. I'd finally voiced the lowly desire I'd hidden from Master—a sinful confession.
"I am Master's slave and possession. I'm endlessly grateful for that fact. That's why the moments when I can confirm I'm truly his possession are the ones that make me feel the most... happy."
Even as I'd agonized over whether to say it, once the words started flowing, my mouth bypassed my brain, spilling out raw truths I couldn't even dress up.
"I wish I could be a more useful tool for Master. Please use me without hesitation for your happiness."
There was no reproach in Master's eyes as he silently heard my desires. That gave me even more courage.
"I want to be Master's sword, his shield, and... and."
I bit my lip and voiced the deepest truth I'd hidden in my heart.
"Please treat me like a sex toy."
Back in the dungeon, when Master was badly injured fighting monsters and had to pause his advance to rest.
He'd suddenly shoved me roughly to the ground, pulled out his cock without warning, and rammed it into my pussy. Unlike usual, with no consideration for me, just venting his lust—it had thrilled me.
His semen piling up inside me.
The intensity that made me feel like nothing more than a tool for relieving his urges.
From that, I'd felt an ecstasy unlike anything before.
At some point, even the thought of serving him vanished, replaced by a single wish: for him to keep pounding me like this forever.
For this connected state to last eternally.
It was absurd. A slave prioritizing her own pleasure over her master's ecstasy.
But Master's desire, evoking not just lust but raw breeding instinct, had overtaken me too.
Filled endlessly with his seed, I'd become a mindless beast chasing only pleasure.
And I'd realized.
That I felt the greatest joy when used as a tool Master truly needed. So I hoped he'd treat me roughly, like an object.
I was the type who dreamed of being an indispensable tool he'd keep forever.
I'd shamelessly wished endlessly for him to impregnate me like this, for nothing more. I even hoped he'd unconsciously disable the contraception in my Sex Slave Seal.
Unfortunately, it never happened.
"Hmm..."
Master scratched his cheek with a finger, deep in thought. I knew I'd been rambling incoherently, but spilled words can't be taken back.
All I could do was hope Master would graciously accept this flawed me.
"If you don't like it, just say no."
Master straightened from his squat.
He placed a hand on my head and stroked it gently once.
Strength began building in the hands atop my head.
His cock, brimming with seed ready to burst, drew closer to my lips.
I eagerly opened wide.
I glanced up at Master for a moment.
In the reflection of those round gray eyes, mine were undoubtedly...
Brimming with ecstasy.