Yuri No. 7 (1) - Welcome to the Magnate’s Room You Can’t Leave Without Sex
“There’s only twenty minutes left until the deadline...”
“...Yeah.”
The two girls beyond the monitor were kneeling on the bed, facing each other—no, “facing” might not have been the right word.
They were naked.
Too shy to look at each other’s faces and too embarrassed to look down, they kept their eyes fixed on an awkward middle ground: the delicate territory between stomach and chest. Their cheeks burned red as they stared at one another’s most vulnerable places.
“...”
The place they were in was what people commonly called The Room You Cannot Leave Unless You Have Sex. I had put them there.
Ah, but sex wasn’t today’s task. This room was a gentlemanly one, designed to advance things step by step.
After the stages of hugging, interlacing fingers, touching faces, and undressing, they had finally reached the present. Today’s assignment was to kiss for ten seconds.
Of course, I hadn’t originally planned to jump straight to an undressing-kiss combination.
The task did include stripping, but that was only because, eventually, they’d be having sex, so I thought it would be better if they got used to seeing each other naked. I had merely taken their clothes off for a little while.
But the girls had interpreted that “for a little while” as “permanent,” and so they were still naked. It wasn’t what I had intended, but it was a very desirable interpretation.
On top of that, all the lights in the room were off, as if they were about to have sex right then and there, leaving only the stand lamp beside the bed glowing softly.
“Master, I’ve brought the tea.”
“Put it beside me.”
By then, fifteen minutes remained. If they failed to complete the task in time, they’d receive a punishment even harsher than the current assignment.
And yet the girls did nothing but stare at each other’s flushed, delicate features.
“They’re already up to kissing? These girls are moving fast.”
“They’re wasting all that speed on the kiss, though.”
The maid who had brought the tea sat down beside me, apparently intending to watch as well.
“What’s that box near the exit?”
“A box with a marriage registration form inside. I’m making these girls fill one out too.”
“Is this the first time you’ve used a marriage registration form as a task?”
“It is.”
Ten minutes remained. I paid only the bare minimum of attention to the maid’s questions and focused the rest of my attention entirely on the monitor.
“A marriage registration form as a task... Then could it be?”
“Don’t say something dangerous.”
What does she take me for? I’m a professional. The kind of professional slave dealer who turns his best stock into a catalog.
I only bought slaves with tragic backstories—slaves of marriageable age who were sold because of circumstances, not because of any fault of their own.
So that once they left my room, they could get married however they liked. This time I merely wanted to give them a slight shove in that direction.
“But you always call the slaves you buy girls, don’t you?”
“Well, because all women are girls.”
“How sentimental of you.”
There were eight minutes left on the clock. When would they start?
“Which one is Luna and which one is Stella this time?”
“The white-haired girl is Luna. The purple-haired girl is Stella.”
Luna and Stella weren’t the girls’ real names; they were the names the maid and I had given them.
They were both girls, yes, but that didn’t mean we could keep calling them Girl A and Girl B.
Besides, there were more nameless slaves than you’d expect. To be considerate of such girls, anyone staying in this room had to refer to herself as either “Luna” or “Stella.”
“As expected, Luna and Stella are so soft...”
“Hold on. This is where it starts to get important.”
Stella had started moving.
Up to now, Stella had always been the one to guide Luna through the tasks. This time as well, she gently placed a hand on Luna’s cheek.
Luna lifted her gaze in that half-uncertain way and met Stella’s eyes, and Stella slid an arm around her to pull her close.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“O-okay...”
As Stella carefully brought her lips closer, Luna sat rigidly still and closed her eyes.
After a brief moment, their lips met. If anything, it was such a narrow contact that it was hard to tell whether they had truly touched at all.
“...!”
Apparently unable to endure even that, Stella tilted her head slightly and slipped her tongue in, holding Luna tight so she couldn’t run.
Luna’s eyes flew open at the unexpected deep kiss. She saw the counter ticking past ten seconds and tried to stop Stella, but...
“...!”
She had no way of resisting Stella’s force as Stella devoured her, and before long she was shoved down entirely, forced into a position where she couldn’t struggle at all.
Having pinned Luna beneath her, Stella did not miss the chance and eagerly explored Luna’s lips and tongue. All the while, Luna twitched helplessly beneath her, barely aware of what was happening.
Luna’s hands, which had moved behind her back to break her fall, ended up trapped beneath both of them, and she was reduced to Stella’s toy, unable to resist.
“...Fuh.”
Stella finally pulled her lips away. A long thread of saliva still connected them, and she wiped the corner of her mouth once.
The counter now read one minute and forty-two seconds. Stella looked at the number that had long since exceeded ten seconds, then turned back to Luna with a seductive smile.
Luna was completely lost in bliss.
Whether it had been pleasure beyond the limits of her brain or not, her eyes were open but unfocused, and her body shuddered in occasional spasms.
“Oh my?”
As Stella raked her gaze over Luna’s dazed, lingering expression with a sultry look, her eyes stopped between Luna’s legs.
Perhaps some mischievous idea had struck her, because Stella smiled playfully and placed one finger between Luna’s breasts.
The instant Stella’s finger touched her, Luna jolted. In response to that signal, Stella’s finger slowly traced down Luna’s body from her upper chest to her lower half.
“Ahh...!”
“You’re soaked, Luna.”
Stella’s destination was Luna’s pussy.
She only brushed lightly across the surface, but Luna let out a sweet moan, and Stella’s finger came away slick and sticky.
Stella looked back and forth between her thread-drenched finger and Luna’s pussy, then licked the moisture off her own fingertip before lying down beside Luna and whispering in her ear.
“Luna. The next task is sex... what do you think?”
Stella’s whisper never reached Luna properly, but Stella didn’t seem to care.
“I...”
Stella fell silent for a moment, as though steeling herself. During that pause, I pressed a button and started the timer for the “next task.”
Like Stella said, the next task was sex. Not the current one. I wasn’t some barbarian making the girls have sex the moment they finished kissing.
A gentleman gives girls time to rest. After forty-eight hours of rest, the one-hundred-and-sixty-eight-hour deadline for the task would begin.
“If the partner is Luna... I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to rehearse a little in advance...”
In other words, anything they did during those forty-eight hours of rest didn’t count toward the timer, no matter how much sex they had.
Stella clearly understood what she was implying. Her face, which had maintained that alluring smile, began to heat up red.
If she was going to have all the sex she wanted, now was the perfect time. More than anything, sex now would be pure love itself, with no excuse of “the task” attached to it.
“I-it’s possible we might fail once we’re in the real thing... Besides, since we’re both already wet, it’d be easier to do it now...”
Stella’s face gradually reddened as she fidgeted with her fingers, then stopped when she realized Luna had already fainted.
Her embarrassed expression slowly shifted back into a seductive one. She propped herself up a little, pulled the blanket over, and covered Luna with it.
“Well... I suppose I should say that when you’re awake. Luna.”
This time Stella only brushed their lips together lightly, then slipped under the covers herself and pulled Luna into her arms before closing her eyes.
“Good night, Luna. Sweet dreams.”
Click. Beside the bed...
Luna, who had been unconscious and motionless the whole time, quietly wrapped her arms around Stella in return at the maid’s hug.
So this was over, then. In that case, I should turn off the monitor...
“Bravo.”
...except I was already clapping without even realizing it.
Stella had put it off until there were less than ten minutes left, then the instant the kiss began she had gone at Luna’s tongue like a beast.
Luna had fainted without even being able to resist, but she was thoroughly soaked from excitement. It was a perfect painting.
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
At the maid’s words, I snapped out of it, stopped clapping, and sat back down. A little late, but I also took a sip of the tea she had brewed.
Ah, not too late after all. Tea tastes best when it’s cooled slightly, and this had cooled to exactly the right temperature.
“I tried watching it the usual way, pretending one of them was a man, but it still wasn’t that good...”
“You shouldn’t enjoy yuri like that.”
“I’m not here to enjoy yuri in the first place.”
Ah, perhaps this was a good time to explain the maid and me.
“Your body is going to become yuri someday, isn’t it? You have to enjoy it in advance.”
“Just because the person you like turns into a woman doesn’t mean you suddenly start liking women.”
The slightly delayed TS reincarnator and the maid—Lilien Diverse, alias, and Sophia Minister.
Why “slightly delayed”? Because Sophia became a maid and fell in love with me back when I was still a man.
Like any reincarnator, I pursued TS, became a woman, and the maid who still couldn’t give up on love remained faithfully by my side.
“At first I thought it was just a simple bad habit... But after you became a woman, I realized something. You and I are going to end up in that room together someday, aren’t we?”
“Correct.”
The ultimate yuri is becoming yuri yourself.
That was why, after my reincarnation into this other world, I threw myself entirely into developing TS magic—and in the end, I achieved it.
And furthermore...
“Haah... why am I still in love with a master like you, anyway...”
“I know, right.”
There’s nothing more beautiful than a heterosexual woman falling headfirst into yuri.
Stretching lightly in my still-unfamiliar female body, I thought that to myself.