Serena's Surrender
I approached Serena, who was huddled in the corner, trembling from head to toe.
And I asked her with feigned innocence, as if I had no idea what was going through her head.
"Hey, Serena? Why are you so scared? What on earth are you thinking?"
Her eyes shook violently.
The heavy breasts standing out between the tightly gripped staff caught my eye, but honestly there was something far more urgent right now.
I was filthy.
I had rolled across the dirt floors of the labyrinth's first and second levels, covered myself in dust, and gotten stained with monster blood while killing them. I barely looked human.
No matter what filthy things I intended to do, washing came first.
I left Serena as she was and headed for the bathroom.
The door opened onto a restroom finished in luxurious tile. Inside sat a smooth marble bathtub, two faucets jutting from the wall. Beside it was even a clean flush toilet, fully equipped.
"Expensive places really are different."
The admiration lasted only a moment. Looking around, there was no showerhead anywhere.
I had no idea why this world could build whole cities with magic yet never invent the shower. I clicked my tongue at the wooden ladle sitting alone next to the tub.
I stripped off my filthy clothes without a second thought and turned the faucet.
Scooping the gushing water with the ladle, I dumped it over my head.
Splash—
The sticky labyrinth dust and rotten monster blood coating my body washed away as black water.
Ahh. I felt human again.
After a thorough wash, I threw on just one of the high-quality silk robes hanging by the bathroom door and stepped out.
Back in the room, Serena was still crouched in the corner by the entrance.
She looked like a doll drowned in despair, not even daring to think of running.
"Serena. Accept reality and go wash first. You think you're going to sleep in that bed looking that filthy?"
At my voice, Serena's head snapped up.
Seeing my outrageous appearance in nothing but a single robe, her face drained white in an instant.
"Or else...."
I wiggled my fingers and put on a sticky smile.
"Want me to come in and wash every last nook and cranny myself?"
A perfect pervert move.
"Eek...! I'll wash! I'll just wash, okay?! Don't you even think about coming near the bathroom!"
Serena's emerald eyes flew wide as she sprang up like a coiled spring. She practically threw her staff down, shot into the bathroom at lightning speed, and slammed the door locked behind her.
Click—the sound of the bolt rang through the room.
Watching her, I flopped onto the bed spread-eagle and let out a hollow laugh.
Lying there in the quiet bedroom, I could only faintly hear the sound of Serena pouring water from beyond the bathroom door.
Women really do take forever to wash.
My body was exhausted, yet desire boiled up from the bottom of my chest.
I'd fallen into this goddamn labyrinth without warning. I'd killed disgusting monsters and killed the people who tried to rob me.
I was still trapped in this unreal other world, and I needed some way to bleed off the crushing stress weighing on every inch of me.
How much time passed?
Click—the bathroom door carefully opened.
Serena peeked her face out, wet hair cascading down.
The moment our eyes met as I lay on the bed, she startled and ducked back behind the door.
A stretch of silence.
Then, as if she had made up her mind, she stepped out in front of me with a resolute expression.
Serena wearing nothing but a single silk robe exceeded every expectation.
Golden hair, damp and flowing over her shoulders. A fair face washed clean of labyrinth dust, and emerald eyes glaring fiercely at me.
The heavy curves of her breasts showing through the thin silk, the pointed silhouettes of her nipples standing out at their tips, seized my gaze with force.
Seeing that cinched waist and the line of her hips, a heavy heat began gathering low in my body.
Serena bit her lip hard, then spoke in a trembling voice.
"I know... that I don't have a choice, even if I don't want to accept it."
"..."
"But I never want to feel that terrible pain again, so I'll cooperate."
She stared straight into my eyes.
"In exchange, promise me just one thing."
"Alright. Go ahead."
"Please don't torment me with that terrible pain just for fun. That... that I really can't endure."
So the soul-pain of the Brand of Subjugation was that bad.
I liked how quickly Serena had grasped reality and chosen to cooperate. Honestly, forcing myself on a woman who just refused like a corpse killed the mood.
I slowly rose from the bed and walked toward her.
"Alright, Serena. Good thinking. I'll swear it right now."
I lightly stroked her white cheek.
"I won't inflict the pain of the Brand of Subjugation on you whenever I feel like it. Only when you betray me or try to run will the system automatically bring that pain down. I promise."
Serena's tense shoulders sank a fraction.
I smirked and reached for the ties of her silk robe.
"So Serena... how about taking that robe off now?"
I gently pulled the sash knotted at her waist.
Swoosh—
With a smooth sound the ties came free. The tightly wrapped robe immediately hung loose.
Holding my breath, I set my hands on her pure white shoulders and slowly peeled the robe downward.
Serena did not resist.
Like a doll awaiting her fate, she simply bit her lip hard and kept her eyes closed.
With a soft rustle the silk robe slid to the floor.
In that instant Serena's perfect naked body, without a single scrap of covering, filled my vision.
Thump. Thump.
My heartbeat pounded hard enough to hammer my eardrums.
Her skin, completely free of labyrinth dust, was white and smooth as milk.
Voluptuous droplet-shaped breasts, at their peaks shy pink nipples standing pertly. Below that, the soft line of a cinched waist. And between her legs, a slender golden thatch and a vivid, tightly closed slit revealed in an almost unreal form.
The moment the robe fell completely away, instinctive shame seemed to hit her; Serena hurriedly tried to cover her chest and crotch with both hands.
"That won't do, Serena."
I murmured low and breathed against her ear.
"Put your hands behind your back."
Even under the order she hesitated, residual reluctance still clinging, so I caught her wrists. Without roughness, but with force she could not refuse, I pulled them together and held them behind her back.
Her defenseless body stood fully exposed once more, nowhere left to hide.
I reached out with my free hand, cupped the heavy breast that filled my palm, and gently kneaded it.
"Haah..."
A sweet, unrestrained moan slipped out.
My lower body had already reached its limit. My cock, swollen hard as if about to burst, thrust fiercely through the gap in my robe.
Following instinct, I rubbed the blade-hard length against Serena's smooth lower belly and pressed in.
"...Hic!"
The hot, hard pressure against her stomach made her snap open the eyes she had kept tightly shut.
She looked down at my lower body with a trembling gaze, then sucked in a breath thick with shock.
"I... I never thought it would be this big."
Serena muttered in a shaking voice.
The unexpected size seemed to have cowed her.
I was pretty big; back in high school my nickname had been horse cock.
Still teasing one of her nipples with one hand, I leaned closer and whispered against her ear.
"Why so surprised? First time seeing a cock?"
She couldn't answer.
She only flushed deeper and panted hard.
I brought the hands I had been holding behind her back around to the front and firmly set them atop my hardened cock.
"If you're that curious, go ahead and touch it."
Serena's fingertips trembled.
After a moment's hesitation she seemed to accept the reality she could not refuse, and carefully wrapped her fingers around it.
The instant her soft skin touched me, a thrilling pleasure shot up my spine and into my brain.
"It's... hot."
I couldn't hold back any longer.
It was time to vent every last scrap of stress this goddamn labyrinth had piled on me.
I set my hands on Serena's shoulders and pushed her toward the bed. I laid her down on the soft sheets and covered her, pinning her beneath me.
Lying on the bed, Serena stiffened from head to toe as if she already knew what was coming.
A clear tear welled in her large amethyst-like eyes.
"Please be gentle... I'm... a virgin, you know..."
A virgin?
Looking up at me with those pitiful eyes, Serena's expression paradoxically whipped the sadism and conquest hunger inside me into a frenzy.
Snap.
I heard the last thread of reason break clean through.