The Slave Contract Carved on Her Back and the Whereabouts of the Lost Limbs
The stage had shifted to the ring.
A naked man squared off against a pervert of a woman, piercings studding her most intimate places, boxing gloves laced tight on her fists. It shouldn't have been anything special — and yet the situation was so strangely erotic that the cock he'd just managed to calm down started swelling again. That was the moment a fist came drifting in at a leisurely speed and flicked it aside, and from there a light exchange of blows began.
"How does it feel, moving around yourself after so long?"
"Fuuuuuuck, this is incredible~! I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life leaning on a cane, but goddamn, this feels amazing~?!"
"Is that so. …Nngh?!"
His left arm, underused for so long, refused to put out much power. Even so, the simple fact that it could rise above his head again was enough to make him giddy without meaning to. He half-hoped he might catch her in the face — but she only looked startled for a beat before settling back into calm, practiced defense. The mark of someone who'd been boxing a long time.
"This was something the Lord himself recommended, actually. He said he couldn't come save me every single time, so I ought to at least get some exercise."
Since high school, then. Judging by the timeline, she'd been at it in earnest for about two years.
"You didn't always talk like that, though?"
"For someone who came out of a cult, having the Lord who granted me a miracle standing right beside me is… well. I started addressing him this way back in high school. People laughed at me for putting on a weird act."
And yet it had stuck, and she'd turned into the girl she was now.
"You said you got sexually assaulted — and you're still living just fine with your family?"
"They're too terrified of the Lord to come near me, and now I have power of my own. Even setting the esper ability aside, training my body was the best decision of my entire life."
A fist came whistling in from the side and cracked across his cheek.
Thwack~!
His eyes worked well enough that he mostly dodged it — but a punch that sharp would put any man who relied on nothing but the gender difference, with zero conditioning of his own, straight on the floor.
"A middle-aged couple pushing sixty? They're neither scary nor even itchy."
…Fair enough.
He answered her confident smile with one of his own. Moving his own eyes and his own arms without a cane for the first time in ages, he let himself act like a kid. Cock swinging free as he tore around the ring, he must have looked like a monkey from the sidelines. He took those stares and kept throwing punches anyway, laughing the whole time, until a light sweat broke out — and whenever things got dangerous, Hyeon slipped away with a time stop.
"You could go pro."
"I can't use this in front of an audience. Even a slight camera angle change and people would notice."
He'd meant the compliment sincerely, time stop aside… but he had no hobby of running his mouth with unnecessary addendums.
Being a pro mattered less than being his girlfriend. His obedient bitch. That came first.
"How long will this treatment last?"
"Two days at most, I believe. Every time you move too vigorously, the erosion seems to set back in, so you should take it easy."
"That so~?!"
"Kh—!!"
The instant the words left her mouth he charged, seized her by the waist.
"Up we gooo!!"
"E-eh, ehh, nngh!!"
"……?!"
For a split second it felt as though his body had been handled several times over… She'd tried to escape with a time stop, most likely. He'd just told her to take it easy and immediately pulled this stunt — no wonder she was startled.
"I haven't used my body in ages, so cut me some slack if I get a little rough."
"Mmh, nn… uung, uhh… nnh… N-no, if anything… this is…… kkh……"
Squeeeeeze~!
"Kkkuuuuuunnngh~♡"
He toppled Hyeon and locked her from behind, forcing himself inside. He shoved a thigh into the gap of her crotch so she couldn't close her pussy, then hooked ankle over ankle to bind her legs. The restraint this idiot loved so much — apparently this counted as bondage too, because wetness came gushing out to welcome his cock.
"Hahh… kkh… uu… nngh… uuuu……… nn……… kkhhu… nn…"
"I'll choke you just enough. Keep talking. So those girls all had situations similar to yours, and the more I fixed for them, the deeper they fell for me — that about right?"
"Nyeh… heh… th-that's… righ… uuuuugh… t—!!"
"And so, for quite a while now, there's been talk about how nice it would be if my body got completely wrecked… conversations like that going back and forth?"
Nod-nod—!!
"Not just once or twice… it came up… quite a lot……"
So that was it… From the very beginning, even without hard proof of why this situation had come about, they'd all been tacitly on board…
The way the girls who'd been suspicious of Harin dropped it so fast. The way they'd snarled at each other in the club room for a moment and then immediately closed ranks. The way none of them showed any real complaint even with his body reduced to this. Maybe…
"Urgh?!"
"Fuck, your pussy's incredible. I just came and it's already climbing again."
Squeeeeeze—♡
"Uht, nn, nnnnngh, ah, aka… kaha♡ ah♡ nn♡ kahhaaaaaa♡"
He bent Hyeon's waist back and yanked her throat. She clawed at his wrist, trying to loosen the hold — but her fingers were sealed inside boxing gloves, fine motor control impossible, and it wasn't a genuine struggle anyway.
"Kahhuuuu♡ kahaahhh♡ ah♡ ah♡ ah♡ ah♡ kaha♡ kat♡"
He snapped his hips thud-thud♡, driving deep, and whatever resistance she'd been putting up dissolved into delighted cries.
At least her tastes were rock-solid.
"What about their personal histories, then?"
"I'm sor, ry♡ I, don't, think, that's, something, kkuuungh~♡ kat, I should, say with, my own mouth♡"
"Yeah? Why not?"
"Everyone, should be asked, and pressed, directly, I, kkuu♡ think that would, help more, with restoring, the Lord's body♡"
He was certain now.
Of the five belonging to Magadong, not one had been easy to trust — but at the very least, Hyeon had nothing to do with this.
He'd wanted to believe in Harin to the end, and honestly he still didn't fully suspect her, but the grounds for doubt were still there. Hyeon, on the other hand, had stuffed him full of information he'd never known, and everything she said was clearly aimed at helping him. No room left to doubt her.
…In that case, before digging into the important questions.
"What's this on your back?"
"…A tattoo. And my pride, as a bonus."
"Not a slave contract?"
"……………"
He released her throat, pressed her shoulders to the floor, and stared at her back.
What the hell was this…
……………
It hadn't been visible when she was wearing bondage gear, and even right after washing she never turned her back — so this was why.
"Hey."
"One…"
The moment he moved to press her on it, Hyeon began reciting them one by one.
"I, Hyeon, shall render absolute obedience to my Master and never rebel."
"Hey."
"Two… A slave shall not force her own fetishes upon her Master."
Don't tell me this girl actually—
"Three… I am a slave and a piece of furniture belonging to my Master, yet I may never claim ownership over my Master."
Just in case, he followed her words with his eyes across her back — and sure enough, not a single line was wrong.
"Four… If he calls me a girlfriend, I am a girlfriend; if he calls me furniture, I am furniture; if he calls me a slave, I am a slave, and I shall recognize it as such. Five… No matter what circumstances I am placed in, I shall trust and follow my Master, and take it as a virtue never to voice complaint."
She'd memorized every character carved into her own back. She recited them all the way through.
"Six… Every act of mine is for my Master's sake; I shall never harbor any other intent. Seven… Even should my disloyalty cause me to be sold off or disposed of, I shall resent only my own inadequacy and immorality — and lastly, I swear upon my back that I shall foolishly and blindly believe in all these doctrines and in my beloved Master."
"……………"
"……………"
"……Are you actually an idiot?"
Having it memorized cold meant she was that confident in every word etched into her back.
Which was exactly the problem.
"Binding someone mentally is the ultimate form of restraint, after all."
"……………"
So a person's fetish could evolve into something this twisted. He was genuinely impressed.
"I didn't write very many. My back was too narrow; it couldn't be helped."
"Don't add footnotes at a time like this."
"I thought you might be curious…"
"Forget that. One more question."
"…Kkh♡"
He'd released her throat, but he was still buried inside her — so while he pumped short, piss-like spurts squelch♡ squelch♡ into the sleek, freshly showered pussy, he asked. The orgasm blanked his vision for a second, but his mouth kept running without a care.
"My body. My memories. Do you know exactly who took what?"
"Kh, uu, nngh♡ nn♡ eh♡ y-yes… not exactly, but… by inference, I've… narrowed it down somewhat…"
"…How?"
"Khum, nn, uu, if you think about… their fetishes…… process of elimination… should get you roughly there…"
"……Process of elimination."
An unusual method, suddenly proposed.
Once the brief, urine-like climax finished and he pulled his cock free with a wet schlup♡, Hyeon let out a short breath and smoothly offered an example.
"Kh… nngh… Allow me to illustrate. You're aware Yuna's fetish runs toward masochistic abuse, correct? In that case, she wouldn't have taken the Lord's arms — the most essential component for the violent play she loves most."
"True. Last time she was getting hit, she looked pretty inconvenienced that there was only one arm."
"Yes. Exactly like that."
Coming up with an example like this right after getting dicked down — she really was sharp.
If you set the fetish aside, wasn't she basically a multi-talented beauty?
…Remembering that this same logic applied to every single one of his girlfriends left him feeling rather bleak.
"Lord?"
"I'm fine. Keep going."
"Yes… Cash is the same. She loves making a disgraceful spectacle of herself so much that it at least wouldn't be the eyes. Without eyes, she couldn't show off those one-shot stunts she's developed, or the scenes where her dignity collapses. Her fetish prioritizes being seen, so I'm confident on that point."
That tracked.
"By the same logic, Euna at least wouldn't have taken the legs. She always loved turning invisible together with the Lord and wandering around outside."
"Exhibitionist."
"Yes. Without legs, that play becomes rather inconvenient."
Then last of all, Harin…
"What about Harin? Her fetish is a bit unusual — can you pin something down?"
"Even Harin has exactly one thing she would never, ever take. The one I haven't mentioned yet: the memories."
"Huh? Why would that follow?"
"Harin loves it when the Lord enjoys himself with other women. Hearing about what her boyfriend felt while holding another girl, pussy reviews, sex stories — she masturbates to all of it. An NTR masochist. She even goes out and reels other women in herself to make her boyfriend hold them — a genuine, hardcore maso. Would a girl like that touch the Lord's memories?"
What did that have to do with anything?
"You don't seem to understand. If the Lord loses his memories, she can't hear those experience reports, and she can't masturbate to them. In particular, all the sexual experiences shared with us up to now are critical fap material for Harin. For a guy, it would be like having his carefully curated spank-bank folder vanish overnight."
"Ah… the folder…!"
He hadn't understood a damn thing about the first half, but the spank-bank part hit home instantly.
Yeah — if the stash of fap material you'd carefully collected just disappeared, that would suck ass.
"…Well?"
"Maybe I'm just dumb, but I can't poke any holes in it. No need to pick nits anyway — it all sounds plausible to me."
"Thank you."
"So you've listed everything they would absolutely never take… which means you've already finished your guesses based on that, right?"
"Yes. I know their personal histories in rough outline. Once the process of elimination is done, thinking about what each of them would have wanted gets you to at least a working theory."
He jerked his chin for her to speak, and Hyeon nodded and answered at once.
And the answer was unexpected.
"I believe the legs went to Yuna, the hands to Cash, the eyes to Harin, and the memories to Euna."
……No way.
"This is only conjecture, so please don't take it as gospel."
Even if she told him not to take it as gospel — the legs he'd half-suspected from the timing alone, but Euna taking his memories?
That was a surprise…
"And all of that is the result of working from their personal histories?"
"No — a few of them are pure inference. But there are points I'm confident about, and after narrowing it down by elimination and fitting the pieces together, this is what I got."
…I see.
"And you won't tell me the personal histories you based those guesses on?"
"Correct. As I said earlier, I believe asking them directly and pressing them will make things flow better, atmosphere-wise."
Hyeon had already given him this much; wanting more might be greed. Judging by how she spoke, if he confronted them head-on they'd answer honestly — she was guiding him with genuine goodwill. Unlike with Harin, there was nothing here to hang a suspicion on, so he simply accepted it and let out a breath.
"What will you do?"
"I think I'll start with Yuna. She's the most recent one who took something, so she'll probably hand it back without much fuss."
"Then I'll prepare the motorcycle."
"Aaaah~! No — hey, going to press Yuna right now is fine, but I said I'd spend a week with you, so let's go a little later."
"It won't be interesting. My hobbies are rather masculine; we don't really match. More than that, you should go see the other gir—"
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"Just say what you actually mean."
"…Uh."
"Why won't you say it? You've got 'absolute obedience' written on your back. Was that a lie?"
"N-no… it wasn't…!"
At that, her face went red.
So she could make a human expression even when they weren't having sex.
"I like it far too much… Th-the privilege of monopolizing the Lord is truly precious… I got greedy and wanted to stay with you……"
"Then say so from the start."
"I'm sorry… Thinking about it rationally, I decided it wasn't more important than the condition of your body…"
"You're right about that, but fundamentally this is still a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Anyway — I'm staying here a few days. No complaints, right, you little idiot?"
"…Yes. My Lord♡"
She declared she would serve him with all her heart and soul, then led him into the shower room.
A water heater had been installed, so surprisingly warm water poured down — and as he played along with Hyeon quietly clinging to him, sorting out his thoughts, he ended up spending the entire day inside the warehouse.