Breast Training and the Bet
I watched Seria working with Sebastian. Perhaps because of everything that had happened up until now, she had become much more docile than at first. That didn't mean she was broken, though. There was still fire in her eyes.
Halfway there.
At least I'd made her listen.
"Hey."
I called out to Seria, who was cleaning the hallway.
"What... is it?"
Seria met my eyes and quickly turned her head away. Her face flushed red. Probably remembering the previous training session.
"This spot looks a bit dirty again."
I pointed to a small stain on the hallway floor.
"Ah."
"Clean it again."
"Understood."
I watched Seria's back as she knelt down in her maid outfit to scrub the stain, her curves and ass stealing my gaze.
"Seria."
"Yes?"
"Come to my room after you're done with your duties today."
"Y-your room?"
She answered without turning around.
"Yes."
It was time to use the item I'd left with Veronice.
Gulp.
I heard her swallow, and when I looked at Seria, her ears were burning bright red.
"Wh-what is it this time...? Planning to torment me again?"
She turned her head, unable to hide her embarrassment.
"You think I'll make you give up on the Siegfrieds, don't you?"
"Who knows. I don't. But among all the people I've tortured so far, none have kept their will intact."
I paused, staring at her intently.
"That goes for you too."
I stroked Seria's chin.
"Doesn't it?"
"D-don't make me laugh! I'll never give in!"
"I'm looking forward to it."
I just gave her a light smile.
"Hic."
Seria hiccuped involuntarily right in front of Morris Dmitry's mocking smile. The overwhelming pressure emanating from him was the cause.
She clutched her pounding heart.
Am I really going crazy?
When Morris told her to come to his room, her heart had raced like mad. He was the man who had tormented her. How much she'd suffered under his sexual tortures.
But.
It felt good.
All his actions satisfied her. She'd fainted multiple times. Losing consciousness was routine. It was hard to keep her wits about her under his superhuman caresses.
Is there any point in holding out like this?
Seria bit her lip. It had been quite some time since her status execution forced her to live as a maid. Memories of her days as a noble lady were still vivid, but the harsh reality now pressed against her skin.
And even Musk, her family's knight, hadn't ignored her.
Seria shook her head.
Get a grip!
I'm a Siegfried! Don't forget that. No matter the hardship or adversity, I won't give up.
She was confident she could do it.
"Hm."
I released the writhing tentacles dancing in my hand.
"The item's solid."
It was clothing designed by Veronice to torment the breasts' sensitive areas. Black leather material, with the chest covering packed full of sticky-fluid-spewing tentacles and protrusions. The lower part was the same—crotch area crammed with bumps focused on the pussy.
Mini skirt and navel-baring crop top. Bare legs and exposed midriff—a provocative style by this era's standards.
"This'll be fun."
Seeing Seria walk around in this, drowning in shame.
Of course, first.
A simple conditioning session. To make her feel it easily from her breasts alone.
Knock knock.
"Come in."
And Seria entered.
She fidgeted, glancing at me nervously. The moment her eyes landed on the leather outfit in my hand, they widened like saucers.
"Do you know what this is?"
"N-no idea."
"It's your uniform for the next week. You'll wear it."
"Wear that?"
She stared at the scandalously skimpy garment.
"Of course. But it needs some adjustments first."
"What kind of adjustments...?"
I used magic to strip her clothes.
Whoosh.
"Kyaaah!"
Undressing a maid outfit with magic was easy. She struggled desperately, but it was futile. All her clothes vanished. Even her underwear.
Seria stood before me completely naked, just as she was born.
"Beautiful."
"Flattery won't make me happy."
"I suppose not."
I walked toward her slowly.
"Just one question."
"What?"
"What's the size of those breasts?"
"S-size?"
"Yes. Your size. Better tell me. I need to fit the clothes properly."
Seria glared venomously up at me, then opened her mouth.
"F... no, 70G."
"G cup, huh."
I drew mana from my fingertips, adjusting the outfit's size. Pulling mana like thread, reshaping it like tailoring. Veronice had made it to her measurements, but 70G meant it would be a bit tight for Seria.
"Seria, want to make a bet?"
"A... bet?"
"Yes. You and I set terms and wager."
"What do I get if I win?"
"I'll recognize you as a Siegfried again and set you free."
"You can do that?"
"Of course, if I want to."
Seria clenched and unclenched her fists at my words.
"But if you lose."
"If I lose?"
"You'll do exactly as I say. Forget the Siegfrieds completely and become maid Seria. Of your own will."
"Of my... own will?"
"You'll figure out what that means soon enough."
Seria's pupils trembled.
"Sounds fair, doesn't it?"
"What kind of bet?"
"Simple. Wear this outfit for a week straight. Even when sleeping or working—you keep it on."
"That's... all?"
I nodded.
"But if you can't last the week and beg me to take it off, you lose."
Confidence finally bloomed on her face.
"Easy."
"One condition, though."
"What?"
"I'll fondle your breasts for ten minutes first."
"M-my breasts?"
Seria's eye twitched.
"Personal hobby. Just want to touch those huge tits."
"...Fine. I accept."
"Contract sealed."
This agreement would soon hold magical binding force.
I gathered mana in my mouth.
That's right. The technique I'd used to torment Baekseol. The oral skill that made even that stone-cold woman pant easily.
My fingers sank into her breast flesh. While kneading Seria's tits with my hands, I sucked and licked her nipples with my tongue.
Slurp.
"W-wait... what the hell is this?"
Seria asked in a panicked voice, but I had no intention of answering. I licked her perky nipples with my mana-infused tongue and lips.
"Hngh! W-wait!"
Sudden pleasure surging to her breasts made her gasp. I freely groped, bit, and sucked her warm tits.
Seria was already sensitive to mana.
"Th-this is... cheating."
Her fierce resistance faded as strength drained from her body. I'd put effort into hypersensitizing her breasts. Now even a breeze would make her burn.
Her body trembled faintly, feeling the subtle pleasure.
"You... this is cheating, I said..."
I blew gently on her now ultra-sensitive nipples.
"Kyaaah!"
"That's enough."
Her body, hypersensitive but denied release. Perfect.
Body conditioned. Contract made. Now just enjoy.
I handed her the outfit.
"Put it on."
Seria finally examined it closely, her face turning red.
"Th-this has tentacles?"
Seeing the tentacles and bumps inside—especially clustered on the nipples—she stared at me in horror.
Too late for regrets. The contract was sealed.
"You pervert bastard!"
"Put it on. Or I'll force you. Or do you admit defeat?"
"Urgh!"
She had no retort. Should've been more careful with the contract.
Glare as she might, Seria eventually donned Veronice's tentacle-packed leather outfit.
"Ha, hng. This stimulation... it's intense. Ngh!"
Just the top on, and she was already shuddering on the verge of ecstasy.
"Put the rest on."
"O-okay. Hn."
In the black leather, Seria twitched uncontrollably.
Just watching her quiver from pleasure sent chills down my spine.
"A week... of work, right?"
"Yes. Endure a week, and your wish is granted."
"G-good. I... will."
Suddenly, Seria closed her eyes and shuddered. Surrendering momentarily to the pleasure from the relentless tentacles.
"Feeling it? Like a bitch in heat."
"N-no. I didn't feel a thing."
"Then I'll see you in a week."
"Y-you too."
Transparent love juices trickled down between the leather. I pretended not to notice.
Soon enough, she'd go mad wanting it off.
This'll be fun to torment her with.
Then.
Thud!
A loud noise from outside the door.
"Well, well. A little rat watching."
Truth be told, I'd sensed it earlier. That unfamiliar gaze since Seria stripped. I'd ignored it on purpose.
Now the horny body couldn't hold back and made a racket.
"...Who's there."
I deliberately paused before speaking. Giving time to flee.
Scamper.
Footsteps fleeing outside. I slowly opened the bedroom door. It slid open easily, slightly ajar.
And the floor was wet.
Interesting.
I smiled, thinking of the white rat that had spied on us.
She'll be fun to play with too.
"Wh-who was it?"
Seria asked, covering her chest.
"Nothing to worry about. Just a rat."
"R-really?"
"Yes. Go back now. We're done for today."
"F-for real?"
"Yes. Or do you want more?"
"N-no. I'm going."
I watched Seria's retreating figure as she walked away twitching.
How long will she last?
Imagining her wailing and begging brought a smile to my face.
The days ahead will be entertaining.