A Tender Reward
The sound of a whore vomiting could be heard from the kitchen. I ignored it and kept reading my book, but even after a long while she still hadn't returned. Did something happen? Worried, I closed the book I'd been reading and headed for the kitchen.
Creak. The moment the door opened, a woman with short gray hair sat slumped before the sink, sobbing, a kitchen knife with its blade bent lying beside her.
Had she tried to kill herself? But the kitchen knives in the training room were enchanted. They couldn't harm people.
The profession of trainer carried the constant risk of being ambushed and killed by a slave. The association took thorough precautions against that, which was why blades carried such magic.
I walked over and crouched beside her.
“Did you try to kill yourself?”
Rene, who had buried her head between her knees, lifted it and spoke in a rush. “Ah… n-no, that’s not it! I was wrong!”
I saw deep terror engraved in the eyes that looked at me.
If I pushed any further, her mind might break. I had to prevent that. A broken mind would leave her like a lifeless doll.
A slave who had given up on life in despair became no different from a frigid woman, and it grew difficult to feel any sexual charm. This was exactly why training was so difficult.
People wanted a reaction to their actions. A fresh, lively response stimulated them far more than the dead eyes of a corpse.
It seemed I would have to give her a reward. When a slave’s mind was crumbling like this, a reward was necessary. Reward and punishment were common methods in training—no, they were the core keywords for forging a true slave.
Punish the wrongdoings to correct behavior, reward service to the master so that the instinct to serve is engraved into their very being. That was the basic process for turning a freshly captured human into a genuine slave.
I wrapped my arms around her slender frame and lifted her.
“Eek!”
To the startled Rene I said, “I won’t torment you, so behave.”
She only trembled in my arms without a word. The fear of me has definitely taken root. She looked like she had a fairly strong personality, yet she seems weak to violence.
Rene, who couldn’t even meet my eyes while held against me. I carried her to the living-room sofa and sat down, asking, “Is it very hard?”
She nodded quietly, tears flowing.
I wiped her tears away. “I’m sorry. I was in a bad mood earlier too, so I think I made the punishment too severe. Did it hurt badly?”
She trembled, eyes wet and filled with fear. “It hurt… it hurt so much…”
I stroked her hair. “If you listen to me from now on, I won’t be rough.”
At my gentle tone Rene nodded.
Her lovely face, eyes red from crying, cherry-like red lips. Looking at her flawless beauty, I couldn’t help but admire her. She possessed the noble appearance one would believe belonged to a princess of any nation.
I kissed Rene’s neck. Perhaps from all the sweat during training, a faintly salty taste reached me along with a scent that drove me wild—a fragrance hovering somewhere between fragrant herbs and bright flowers.
“M-Master…”
She only trembled delicately and no longer resisted as she had before.
“Haa… you said you’d stop for today.”
Rene whined.
I slowly moved my lips toward her collarbone. “I did decide to end training, but I want to give a small reward to Rene, who worked so hard.”
Kissing her pure-white collarbone, I began unbuttoning her robe.
“Ugh! Master… Master… haang!”
Rene shook her head. I took her pure-white breast into my mouth as she tried to speak.
“Ma… Master!”
She stared at me with frightened eyes, desperately seeking me out. The situation was unbearably arousing. Until now she had been a woman forcibly trained by me.
When I caressed Rene gently, she let out moans and her body quivered.
“Haa…”
Her breath grew hotter. Was this what lovers’ caresses felt like?
I continued rewarding her, lavishing her breasts with my mouth and tongue. I slowly licked the plump pink nipples, sometimes sucking hard to tease her.
“Huk… haa…”
It was utterly different from the hoarse voice I usually heard during training.
My hand gently stroked her sex. I traced her slightly damp folds and clitoris.
“Ah.”
Rene’s voice carried surprise and heated pleasure.
“Haa… haa… heup.”
She clutched my head as I caressed her breasts, as though begging for more.
It must have been agonizing. I was touching her so slowly, so deliberately.
She had only recently learned about climax. Compared to the strong, mechanical stimulation she knew, this weaker yet kind and warm touch would tickle her heart and leave her aching with need.
“Haa…”
She exhaled a deep, feverish breath. It seemed hard to endure; she gripped my head tightly.
“Huk…”
The sight of her—usually biting her lip to hold back moans or cursing—now letting out such feminine sounds made my lower body throb painfully.
“Miss Rene…” I called softly to her as she panted with eyes closed.
With a face flushed crimson she looked down at me. “Yes?”
“Did you sprinkle sugar on your body?”
“Ah… no.”
Her embarrassed appearance was adorable.
“It’s sweet to an abnormal degree. Do you know why?”
“I… I don’t know…”
Watching her turn her head in shame, I thought, Is this what training mixed with pure affection looks like? I liked the endlessly lovable Rene. I also liked the untamed her who never listened, but this sight of her trembling like a herbivore, soaked in pleasure, is incredibly good too.
Aah… it seems I’ve fallen quite deeply.
I gradually moved lower, past her breasts. The ribs visible beneath her full chest. I licked that spot that resembled piano keys.
“Ugh… it… it tickles…”
“Endure it a little.”
I ignored her and devoted myself to caressing each rib.
“Huk…”
Every time my tongue stroked her ribs she let out a hot breath as if I were striking piano keys. In that moment I felt like a pianist.
Interesting. Is this why everyone plays the piano?
At last my lips traveled lower. Rene’s smooth belly without a trace of fat. The moment my tongue licked it—
“Haang!”
Rene reacted violently. She shook her head and cried, “Ah… heuung, no! It… it feels weird! Haak!”
So the stomach was an erogenous zone as well? I lifted my tongue from her belly, looked at her, and smiled.
“How is it?”
Her face burned red, her breathing hot. Clear sexual desire shone in her red eyes.
I gave her a loving smile. “You’re this wet already—does it feel good?”
When I showed her the finger glistening with her juices, she hastily turned away, offering only the pure-white line of her neck.
“If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. This is a reward, so I won’t force you.”
She flinched silently. How lovable she was.
Seeing her quivering thighs, a mischievous thought occurred to me.
“I’ll make you feel even better.”
I spread her thighs. Her pure-white legs trembled faintly. The moment I kissed the sensitive inner skin—
“Huk! It… it tickles!”
I ignored her and moved from thigh to knee.
“Haa… haa…”
Having gone down, I now traveled back up, savoring the taste from knee to thigh with my tongue…
“Haang! I… I feel like I’m going crazy.”
The closer I drew to her sex, the clearer the faintly sour scent became.
“Are you excited right now?”
“I… I don’t know.”
She answered while timidly turning her head.
I didn’t particularly enjoy using my mouth on a woman’s genitals. Thinking that another man’s cock had been inside and left its seed behind was repulsive.
But if she was a virgin, the story changed. Moreover, with a beauty like her, I was curious about the taste of her nectar.
What flavor would the love juice of such a beauty have? And if I critiqued that taste? Her embarrassed reaction would be irresistibly adorable.
I licked Rene’s pussy.
Lick, lick!
“Ack! Th-there…!”
A sour smell flashed for a moment, but I quickly adapted. The taste of Rene’s love juice was not unpleasant.
“Haak… that place is dirty!”
On the contrary, the blend of strawberry-like aphrodisiac flavor and sourness made it almost like a sweet drink, and thanks to the drug it was delicious.
Lick, lick!
I teased her swollen clitoris with my tongue.
“Ugh…”
Dissatisfied with her reaction, I peeled back the hood with one hand and gently rubbed the exposed pearl with my tongue.
“Heuk, aah! No! No, Master! Please stooop!”
As expected, the reaction was intense. Rene’s voice overflowed with ecstasy.
Listening to that voice, I lifted my mouth from her sex, lay beside her, and lightly bit her ear.
“You were incredibly wet. Are you sure you hate it?”
The way she couldn’t speak, only rolling her eyes while looking at me, stirred something deeper inside me.
This woman with gray bobbed hair. Her eyes held excitement, longing, and her most precious place was drenched, love juices flowing freely.
“If you speak now, I’ll grant whatever you want.”
Come on, say you want it! Hurry!
But Rene hesitated, then uttered something completely unexpected.
“When doing this… family… please don’t mention my family or the empire. Master, if you promise that, I’ll do anything.”
A bitter smile rose to my lips. So that was why she hated hearing about her family so much.
Should I ask exactly how much she hated it?
“Then, if I never bring up your family… may I take your first time, Miss Rene?”
She nodded carefully, face filled with fear.
“Yes… please do that… I’d rather you did. I… I can endure any humiliation. But please don’t humiliate my family, my kingdom, or my people. Please. I beg you.”
Her tearful plea looked like a painting of a noble princess sacrificing herself to protect her people and her nation.
Looking at the moisture gathering in those red eyes, I felt a strange emotion.
Hmm… what to do? Her rejection response to words like imperial family or princess was too strong. I had considered training that used it, but if the mental damage was this severe, it was better not to. After all, I was trying to create a lewd bitch, not a personality-less doll.
Seeing how she had resigned herself to being unable to escape and decided to submit to everything except matters of family, I felt the scales tip in this direction instead.
Noticing my hesitation, she gathered courage and continued.
“Master… I should be pretty enough… and since it’s my first time, please be gentle.”
Like a street whore selling herself, she shyly spread her legs.
Watching her spread her wet folds with her own hands in invitation, I answered, “All right. I accept that request.”
Smiling through her tears, she said, “Really… thank you, Master.”