Fucking My Master
After reading the role-play "setting" that spanned dozens of A4 pages, a thought crossed my mind.
'Why didn't Master become a novelist?'
The sheer volume of dialogue and scenarios she'd prepared in a single night, all for the sake of pure desire—dozens of pages. How obsessive must someone be to pull this off?
Master had incredible patience, but she also seemed to have a surprisingly deep literary talent lurking beneath the surface.
"Master, you must've read a ton of books."
"I sometimes write autobiographies, y'know? There was jack shit to do at the orphanage, so I spent all day in the reading room buried in books."
It was hard to believe. Master—of all people—reading books!
I stared at her face, unable to buy it. She tilted her head with an exasperated look and replied.
"I passed the high school equivalency exam last week."
"No way!"
"It's true. Why the hell would I lie about that? Math, maybe not, but I aced Korean."
"Master's perfect Korean score? Gotta be from all that swearing practice."
"...You're always sneaking in these little digs at me. Keep it up, and you're really gonna regret it."
I kept poking at her. She usually didn't mind this kind of teasing.
"Just memorize the damn script already!"
"Got it. Yeah, yeah."
Thankfully, becoming a player had boosted my memory, so stuff like this stuck easily now. I skimmed the script to confirm, then glanced at Master.
Her face was lit up with excitement... Whoa, she really is a total perv.
"Disciple."
Without any hesitation, the role-play kicked off. Master's eyes sparkled.
"Yes, Master."
"Lately, your focus has been slipping badly. Didn't I tell you to steel your mind?"
Was it because I'd never had a disciple before? Or maybe using casual speech with someone ten years older just felt wrong on principle.
Objectively speaking, Master's face looked pretty youthful. She could pass for my age, easy. The mature allure and that tattoo on her neck were what made her seem grown-up.
"Is this why you can't grasp that you'll never grow strong like this? Foolish child. My pathetic disciple."
"T-Truly, Master... I've fallen into turmoil."
You're always in turmoil. Soaked in lust.
"I already know what troubles you."
"Th-That is..."
"You wretched thing. Lusting so desperately after your tiny Master's body? How utterly pitiful."
Wonder what sparked her to write a script like this. Kinda curious what fuels her sex drive.
Whatever. Point was, I had to play along to satisfy her needs.
"Even when I change clothes or bathe... I know you've been peeking."
"Kuh!"
"Can't even muster a defense? Do you want to pin down your little Master? Even knowing it defies the disciple's code."
Her face flushed with excitement as she degraded me like this.
Having her disciple play the master in cosplay, planning to wreck him—it was clearly turning her on. What a perv. But... this side of Master ain't half bad.
"I knew what a pervert you were when I took you in, so..."
"Master!"
"What? You're not about to say you want to touch or suck on my body, are you?"
"I do."
"Hah... You pathetic disciple. Master and disciple are like parent and child. I didn't birth you, but in my heart, I did. Besides, isn't my body small?"
If anything, the 'small' part is what gets her going.
"Fine, I get it. Sacrificing for my worthless disciple is a master's duty, I suppose. Go ahead, do as you please."
"Th-Thank you, Master!"
"...You don't even have the decency to pretend to refuse."
My "disciple" Master lunged at me in an instant.
Her face pressed against my thin lips. Feeling her breath so close up was... strangely thrilling. We inhaled each other's breaths, stealing them back and forth. Well, more like she was just taking mine.
"Master's lips! So soft!"
"Hah, where the hell did you learn this?"
"I practiced alone to please you, Master. And from that look on your face, you're loving it."
This is bad. Her kissing was hilariously clumsy the first time. But lately... she's gotten good.
Daily makeouts with me had leveled her up. How the hell...? Completely overwhelmed, her body fully straddled mine.
"Such insolence... you stupid disciple."
"Sorry! But I can't hold back. Your body is just so small and cute, Master."
"No matter how sweetly you talk, you won't sway my heart..."
Everyone knows how the rest goes.
"Hek, hek... Heeeek? W-Wait, stop!"
"Don't wanna!"
"Cut the crazy talk! You'll kill someone at this rate...!"
"Heeeek! Hiek, why grab my arms! Stop it!"
Just like always, Master pinned me down, ravished me like I was delicious, and came her fill.
"Stoooop! My bad! Forgive me, pleeease!"
"No forgiveness! Walking around with that slutty body... Getting me horny every damn day."
"How's that my fault?!"
"It is! You filthy slut!"
I thrashed around to match the script, and Master grinned ear-to-ear, shaking her hips even harder.
"I ain't calling you Master anymore! You slutty bitch."
"Y-You insolent whore!"
"Be my husband from now on!"
"Dare make your Master your husband? Shut that filthy mouth!"
Even for role-play, wasn't this a bit much? But Master kept going without breaking character.
"Shut up? Hell no! I joined as your disciple just to get at that slutty body!"
"Uguu..."
"Nothing left to learn from you. Just be a good husband."
She loves this setup, huh? Our Master does...I wonder how she'd react if I flipped the script.
'No way.'
This probably didn't reflect her real inner thoughts. Most likely...
"Make my baby!"
"N-No, don't wanna!"
"I'll fuck you till you admit it, you worthless-dick loser."
"H-Hngh!"
Master ramped up the pressure. No mercy, no matter how I begged.
"Won't let go till you make my baby. Ehehihit, you slutty bitch. Should've never taken you as disciple."
"Ah...!"
And so, I kept up the act she wanted while we fucked. She looked so damn happy.
"...Say it to the camera."
"I-I'm a worthless-dick who got totally owned by my younger disciple. Gonna make and birth lotsa babies from now on..."
"Say exactly how many you're gonna birth."
"As many as my disciple wants. Daughters too, and sons..."
This must be her ideal angle.
Whatever. As long as she's happy.
"Wuhehehit, this is gold. Let's do it more often."
"...Never again."
"Why?!"
"Feels like my dignity got trampled."
That aside, I seriously never wanted to do this again.
The next day, I dove into the 64th floor without missing a beat.
"You look in great shape today."
"Hm? Ahahaha..."
My hips and back were killing me, but duty called.
"Serebeuhan watashi-ui peonchi-maseul boyeojuneun desu-woo~"
It let out some incomprehensible screech. Probably blasphemous drivel—no need to translate.
"Ttongningen-deureun ije jugeun moksumina dareumeomneun deshyaaaak!"
Roaring, it swung a fist. Boom—! The entire floor glowed gold.
Instant-death pattern on that bulk? And fast, too. The ground quaked and crumbled.
"Let's take it down quick."
Gonna kill it, level up, surpass Master. No clue when, but... anyway.