The Rules
My face felt like it was about to burst. Rene's face had flushed a deep, burning crimson. I studied her pure, beautiful features—now twisted with embarrassment, her cheeks blazing with heat. The moment my gaze settled on her… she flinched. A faint tremor ran through her body. Did I disgust her? It was entirely possible. Yet in this moment she was nothing more than a helpless, fragile thing who could do nothing at all.
I pulled Rene to her feet, placed the chair squarely in the center of the prison, and commanded her.
“Sit here, spread your legs wide, and show me how you masturbate.”
Rene hesitated. Perhaps it was too intense for a girl who had only just learned about masturbation yesterday. So I threatened her.
“Why aren’t you doing it? Didn’t you say you would learn actively?”
Only then did she sit on the chair. But she merely sat there, unable to bring herself to open her legs. I frowned.
“The first thing you will learn today, Rene, is that I absolutely despise repeating myself. You would do well to remember that.”
Her face drained of color. Then, squeezing her eyes shut and grimacing, she spread her legs wide. The sight that greeted me—thick gray pubic hair, love juices clinging to her inner thighs, and glistening wet petals—made me pause.
Why was she wet? The drug from yesterday was the most likely culprit. But I pretended ignorance and used it to humiliate her further.
“Heh… heh! You really are an incredible pervert, Rene. Just the thought of showing me was enough to soak you like this?”
I knew it was the medicine, but linking pleasure and shame like this would train her to grow aroused naturally in humiliating situations later. A clever little trap.
“Ugh…”
Watching her face burn even redder at my words, I felt satisfied. It was probably shame. Or maybe simple embarrassment. Either way, I pressed her.
“Answer me. If it isn’t true, surely you can at least say so?”
She glared at me, red eyes blazing with defiance.
“It’s not!”
“Then what is that wetness between your legs? More piss, like yesterday?”
Rene shook her head violently. “That’s… not it… either…”
I stepped closer. When I reached out with my index finger toward her pussy, she flinched hard. Ignoring it, I rubbed her slick folds with my thumb and forefinger.
“Ugh…”
She dropped her head and closed her eyes, clearly hating every second. I suppose this was enough. My fingers were now drenched. I lifted them.
“Open your eyes and look at my hand.”
I gently raised her chin until her eyes opened, then held my fingers right in front of her face. I pressed my index finger and thumb together, then slowly pulled them apart, drawing out a long, glistening string of her juices.
Shock flooded her expression. When she tried to turn away in disgust, I whispered softly into her ear.
“Then… would you tell me what this is?”
“I… I don’t… know…”
She stared at it blankly, unable to form words. I gave her a crooked smile. The way she denied it, like a child caught doing something bad, was both ridiculous and strangely adorable.
“Is it love juice?”
“…”
“Sigh… if I have to say it tw—”
“It is… love juice…” she cut in, voice tiny and shy.
I smiled. “I’ll overlook it once. There won’t be a second time.”
She trembled. “S-sorry…”
“Good. Now, Princess Rene, show me how you pleasure yourself.”
Her pale hand slowly slid downward and touched her clit. The movements were clumsy, uncertain.
“Mmm… haa…”
Yet the moans soon began to slip from her lips as arousal took hold. It really was her first time—her technique was far too sloppy. Nothing like the practiced motions I’d seen in those videos. The realization that this was truly her first masturbation sent a thrill through me.
“Tell me exactly what part you’re rubbing right now.”
She paused, cheeks flaming, then spoke in a mortified voice.
“My… pussy…”
“I told you not to stop without permission. Explain it properly.”
Frightened, she immediately resumed rubbing while gasping out the words.
“Hic… I’m… rubbing… my p-pussy… with my f-finger… haa… ahh…”
Her awkwardness gradually melted away as pleasure took over. She was beginning to lose herself in it. I slipped on my monocle and checked her status.
The arousal level was higher than I’d expected. I spoke quickly.
“Stop.”
“Ugh… haa… Why… why?”
The girl who had been too ashamed to even begin masturbating moments ago now looked at me with clear irritation. How rude. I decided this was the perfect moment to correct that attitude.
“You must follow my orders if you wish to keep your virginity. Remove your hand. Now.”
She stared at me with tear-filled eyes, looking exactly like a helpless little lamb. The expression sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
Obediently, she lifted her hand. It glistened obscenely with her juices. The chair beneath her was soaked far more than I had anticipated. I asked her calmly,
“Well? How did it feel doing it yourself?”
The sound of her grinding her teeth was deeply satisfying. She glared at me with those burning red eyes.
“You want honesty?”
I smirked. “Yes. Be honest.”
“It’s filthy… But… because Master used that drug, it feels so itchy and hot inside… so I did it… but I hate it. I hate all of this.”
Even now, her refusal to be broken pleased me. If she ever planned to turn against me later, she would first have to erase that murderous intent, or I would notice immediately. Tsk.
“Is that so? How very interesting.”
Her arousal had dropped significantly. Twenty percent. That was safe enough to continue.
“Then begin again.”
Another furious grind of teeth. Still, her hand moved back down between her legs and began to stroke.
“Haa… haa…”
She panted as she rubbed herself slowly. It wasn’t enough. Too slow.
“You’re moving too slowly. Faster. Do you really think you can cum at that pace?”
She glared at me. I wondered if she understood that her anger, her humiliation, her reluctant pleasure—all of it was nourishment for me. It didn’t matter. As long as I was enjoying myself.
Her hand moved more roughly now, almost too skillfully for someone who had only learned yesterday.
“Haaang… ahh!… Hic!”
Her moans grew louder, more desperate.
“Stop.”
She froze, eyes hazy with lust, staring at me with raw need.
“Haa… ahh… W-why…”
Her gaze held both longing and bitter resentment. Yesterday those eyes had wanted me dead. Today they accused me of cruelty. The training was progressing faster than I had anticipated.
“Hiccup… Why are you doing this to me…? I said I’d do everything you asked…”
I ignored her and spoke again.
“Begin once more.”
This time she glared at me with pure murder in her eyes. Determined not to be stopped before she could finish, her hand moved with frantic, violent strokes.
“Haaaack! Ahh!… Haaaang!”
She sounded like a whore in heat. No—even a whore wouldn’t enjoy it this much. They did it to survive, nothing more. But the girl before me right now was far lewder than any prostitute.
When her arousal hit sixty-eight percent, I ordered,
“Stop.”
But Rene didn’t stop.
“Ah… no… just a little more… please let me… haaang…”
The level had climbed into dangerous territory. I struck at her weakness without mercy.
“Aha. So our princess doesn’t care if a war breaks out because of her and the people die?”
Her fingers froze instantly.
Ah, so that was the trigger. Training her would be even easier now.
“Hmm. Did it feel that good? Good enough to drag your people into the fires of war?”
Rene lifted her head and glared at me with pure murderous intent. Yes. This was much more entertaining. Her body shook with rage and humiliation.
Still, I pointed at the chair beneath her.
“Look at this. Just how perverted must you be to lewdly finger yourself when your people might be dying? Or are you simply that eager to hand over your virginity?”
The wooden seat had darkened where it had absorbed her juices. I continued, whispering directly into her ear to deepen the shame.
“Ah, those poor citizens. All the taxes they paid by going hungry and cold… spent raising such a perverted princess…”
“Ugh…”
“If that’s not it, if you simply want to do it with me in bed, then beg like the perverted princess you are.”
“No… no! It’s not true! You bastard! You’re the one making me do this!”
She kicked off the chair and lunged at me. With her frail body, it was hardly a threat. I easily caught her.
“Let go! Let me go!”
I threw her onto the bed. She rolled across it and glared up at me, eyes brimming with venom.
“Ugh… Die! Just die already!”
It seemed today was the day to teach her manners. I searched the training supplies and found a suitable rope. Red, enchanted. Convenient.
“Bind.”
“Let go! Let me go, you beast!”
She cried, staring at me with pure hatred. It seemed I had touched her reverse scale. This unyielding spirit was exactly why I liked her so much.
I spoke in a calm, almost gentle tone.
“Hmm… I am a kind master. If you obediently beg for forgiveness, I will only punish you and allow you to keep your virginity. So? Do you truly wish for war?”
I was deliberately crushing her pride. No matter what she chose, it would amuse me. I watched her closely, curious what she would do.
Her shoulders trembled.
“Ugh… hic… I’ve… done enough, haven’t I…? Stop playing with me… sob… What did I ever do to you?! Why are you doing this to me?!”
She still didn’t understand that becoming a slave was itself a sin. This world ran on strict hierarchy. When she had been a noble, she had been revered. Now she was merely a slave who existed to endure.
“So even though this kind master is willing to accept your apology, you refuse?”
“…”
She hung her head, silent. I helped her along.
“The citizens who will die in the war that begins if the princess willingly offers her virginity to me…”
“I’ll do it… I’ll do it… I was wrong, Master.”
Her voice was filled with resignation.
“What exactly did you do wrong?”
“I… got angry at you, Master.”
I spoke in the gentle tone one might use to scold a child and then comfort them.
“Will you do it again in the future?”
“Grit… No… From now on I will… listen well… hic…”
She spoke through tears. In the past I might have pitied her. But after coming to this world, I had changed.
That aside, she had obeyed. She deserved a small reward.
“Then kneel and spread your legs.”
She obeyed, kneeling and timidly parting her thighs. I looked down at her and said,
“From now on, I am going to set the rules.”