Breast Torment and the Wager (2)
I handled some simple paperwork in the office I'd set up in the mansion. As I reviewed the agenda items sent from the Magic Department, I stamped my seal on them.
• Proposal to Activate Northern Farmlands Using Intense Fire Mana from the Western Desert
• Proposal for New Currency Using Blockchain Mana Technology
• Temperature Blocking Effect via Mana Isolation Principle
Overall Analysis of Magical Principles (Thesis)
• The True Fire Mages Are the Vishuk Family, Not Volpart. Please Arrange a Formal Duel.
• Please Stop the Tyranny of the Krolan Family (Petition to Resolve Magical Dispute)
Processing the work was more interesting than I'd expected. But what pleased me even more was, of course...
"Hngh..."
Watching Seria bite her lip and pretend nothing was wrong was the real thrill. Dressed in clothes packed with tentacles, her body twitched and jerked with every movement.
"Haht!"
While cleaning, she suddenly staggered and leaned against the railing. Yet she clenched her teeth, swallowing her torment. Just watching that satisfied my Sexual Sadism.
Her endurance is impressive.
It was definitely entertaining to watch. It had been two days since I'd made her wear that black leather outfit exposing her bare skin. Any ordinary woman would have given up and surrendered her body after just one day. Before dressing her, I'd inscribed magic that amplified her sensitivity several times over.
Yet even after two days turned into three, she stubbornly finished her tasks. I quietly watched Seria tremble with pleasure.
"Are you all right? You don't look well."
"Hah, hah."
Seria glared at me with slightly dazed eyes.
"I-I'm... fine. Hah, I can still, hnght! handle it."
"That's a relief, then."
Her head must be spinning. I'd set it so she couldn't remove the clothes even for sleep or bathroom breaks. But that was fine. Somehow, those tentacles absorbed all her waste. They were handy—no smell despite no washing.
Though she probably got cleaned somehow.
It was truly a sight worth watching.
"The office looks tidy now, so you may go."
"Yes."
Seria bowed with a shiver and left. Her every step made her flinch seductively. What an amusing spectacle. Pretending to endure just to protect her pride. That showed how desperate she was for the stakes of this bet.
Siegfried's restoration.
Does she really think that's possible?
What an innocently pure girl. I chuckled softly.
Then came a knock.
Knock knock.
"It's Baekseol. May I enter, my lord?"
"Come in."
Baekseol entered, wearing the traditional dress of the northern Crui Tribe.
"Isn't the empire's daytime heat too much? It must be hard for you, coming from the north."
"Thanks to your lordship's care, this girl rests easy without worry."
"I see. But what brings you here?"
Baekseol fidgeted with her fingers and avoided my gaze.
"W-well... This girl came to have tea with you, my lord."
"Tea, is it? Sounds good, but I'm swamped with work right now."
I pointed to the piled-up documents. I'd requested remote work to watch Seria in her tentacle outfit. Seeing her writhe in pleasure while I worked was fine entertainment.
"Oh, is that so?"
"Feel free to drink alone. I'll just watch from here."
"Ah... Yes."
I called a maid to fetch tea.
"By the way, did you sleep well?"
As I stamped more proposals, I asked Baekseol, seated in the guest chair.
"Ah, yes, thanks to you."
"Good to hear. Lately, we've had a lot of rats around, so I was worried. Did you see any in the middle of the night?"
"R-rats... you say?"
"Yes. I hope the lady slept well. My apologies if not. We can't have trouble from rats in a foreign land."
"This girl saw no rats."
"That's fortunate. They've gotten bold. The other day, one even pissed in the hallway. I'll have to deal with them soon. Marking territory in my mansion."
"P-p-pissed, you say?"
"You didn't see it, right?"
"O-of course not! This girl knows nothing."
Baekseol couldn't meet my eyes.
"I see."
I stared at her for a moment, then smiled.
"Good. Since you didn't see anything."
"Y-yes... That's a relief."
Baekseol replied in a shrinking voice. Silence followed for a while.
"Um... Minister."
"Yes?"
"About that night. When this girl came to your bedroom."
"We agreed to forget that night. An embarrassing memory, isn't it?"
Baekseol waved her hands frantically.
"N-no, my lord. This girl actually rather l—"
"L—?"
"Liked it, my lord. That night was this girl's first time... Ahem, anyway, this girl worries she showed an unsightly side."
"Don't worry. Most women who give themselves to me do the same."
Gulp.
"S-so... um..."
Then the door opened, and Seria entered.
"Did you call for me, M-Master?"
"Ah, perfect timing. I need something."
"Y-yes, what is it?"
"Lady Baekseol wants tea. Bring a cup."
"Understood."
"What tea would the lady like? Oh, right—you had something to say? What is it?"
Baekseol glanced between me and Seria, her face flushing. She looked like a girl caught watching porn.
"Everything all right?"
"N-no, my lord. On second thought, it's not urgent. Tea is fine. Suddenly feeling feverish."
I grabbed Baekseol's wrist as she tried to flee.
Her reaction made it click. She'd secretly watched me training Seria recently. Coming here to talk about our night together. Blushing while looking at me and Seria.
She wants it.
Clearly, Seria's arrival stopped her. Confirmed by how Baekseol kept shyly eyeing my lips.
"Where are you rushing off to? Stay. You've piqued my interest."
"Ah..."
"Seria, you're dismissed."
"D-dismissed? Me?"
She blinked in surprise.
"Yes. Out."
"Y-yes, understood."
I sent Seria away and turned to Baekseol.
"Don't be so shy. You were truly beautiful that night."
I could afford some lip service since I'd use her for a while longer.
"Th-thank you."
"What did you want to say?"
"Actually..."
After hesitating, Baekseol spoke.
"This girl wants you to hold her like that night."
"That night being...?"
"When this girl came to your room."
"Surprising. I didn't expect you to be so forward."
Her pale face reddened.
"We'll set a date soon. You may go."
"Yes."
After Baekseol left, I pondered.
Unexpected.
That Baekseol, not Seria, would demand it first. Was it the impact of her first time clinging to me? Or did seeing me with Seria make her impatient?
Whatever it was...
Fun.
I recalled Seria's gaze as she left, watching Baekseol. A faint wariness.
If I play this right, I can break Seria.
It felt like getting a new toy.
"Haa, haa."
Seria steadied her ragged breathing. Even standing still was hard.
"So... tough..."
How many days since the bet started? Her memory blurred. It was to reclaim her Siegfried status.
We bet on enduring a week.
If she held out, she'd get Siegfried back.
I can't remember.
Tormented daily. At work, rest, even bathing—the tentacles on her clothes relentlessly teased her breasts and pussy. Days of humiliation.
It felt like walking the mansion naked.
No.
Better to be naked.
In front of normal people working, only she writhed in pleasure. Shame flushed her face.
"Hnght! S-stop..."
Seria shuddered. The slimy tentacles inside her clothes squirmed endlessly. Clinging to her skin, she barely stifled moans.
Even sleep denied release. They assaulted her body constantly, like torture.
Her body floated weightlessly. Walking on clouds, swimming in water daily. Was she moving forward, or pulling the world?
Everything sparkled. Like being drugged.
Time lost meaning.
"Haa, haa."
But endure. Somehow.
Then I can reclaim my place.
If so.
I'll have revenge.
On the emperor who reduced her to this, and his puppet, Morris Dmitry.
But Seria didn't know. Though her mind vowed revenge, her body writhed hips and ass for more pleasure.
Like a bitch in heat, ass bucking—
"Haaang!"
She couldn't hold back the moan as tentacles teased nipples and pussy.
Crash!
In the kitchen, her grip slipped while washing dishes; the bowl shattered on the floor.
She couldn't focus.
And that moan triggered it. Her eyes glazed, mind fogged like mist.
Hands and legs quivered.
"Seria, what's wrong with you lately?"
Sebastian scolded sharply, but it didn't register. She just bowed, suppressing pleasure desperately.
"Hic, hic."
Trembling and stifled moans from overwhelming ecstasy. To Sebastian, it sounded like remorseful sobs.
"No more mistakes."
"S-sor... ry..."
Endless pleasure loosened her tongue; pronunciation failed.
"You look tired. Rest today."
"Y-yes."
At his kindness, she returned to her room. Tentacles tormented her en route.
Aah... Just let me cum already.
She pleaded inwardly. Days of torture, yet no climax. Teasing breasts and pussy daily, but stopping short.
Edging, then halting.
Morris's plan, surely. That wicked man. Insulting, drowning her in pleasure.
Not pity. Not lust.
Why? Why this torment?
She no longer knew why she suffered. Why the bet? What bet?
Just give up.
I want to cum.
Constant assault on erogenous zones broke her sanity. Sensitivity amplified, it eroded mind and brain.
On day five, half-mad. Head blank, body craving.
She didn't reach her room. Collapsed in the hall, fingering her pussy.
But no relief. Hands couldn't reach through thick leather.
"Haa, haa."
Escape this itch. Cum. Masturbate. Climax. Scream moans.
Yet magic clothes gave only teasing stimulation.
From three days ago. When she craved peaks, tentacles weakened, frustrating her.
Seeking deeper pleasure with fingers, she spotted Morris.
Strolling the garden, laughing with Baekseol.
Why?
Didn't you want me? Torment me for that?
Our fight, our bet.
Why so relaxed? Why with another woman?
Heat surged from deep within. Reason unknown—defeat by pleasure? Jealousy at Baekseol? Rage at Morris?
Whatever, she needed release.
Want to cum. Go cool this heat.
Easy way: Run to the man who chained her.
His embrace, thick fingers stirring deep—relief.
She was sure.
Want to go. Go? Go! Go! Go? Go! Go! Go? Go! Go! Go? Go!
Going mad for it!
Recalled first touch by Morris.
Ah.
Imagination heated her core. Panting, lost in ecstasy like then!
Mind buzzed with craving. Eyes fixed on Morris smiling at Baekseol.
"Hah, hah."
Breath maximally ragged.
Seria saw Baekseol coquettishly smiling shyly at him.
And Morris enjoying it, not refusing.
That instant.
Something inside her snapped.