Hands-On Caress Experience for Deeper Subjugation Literature Understanding
To deepen her understanding of subjugation literature, I'll give her a personal caress experience.
"Um, I've arranged a private space for just the two of us... but what exactly are you going to show me?"
A sealed room where no one can enter, with a massive-cock guy and a pussy-throbbing girl alone together. Something's bound to happen. And yet Fumina asks with an utterly innocent face, completely oblivious to the lewd thoughts I'm harboring toward her.
This world is built on slutty common sense, but women here often have zero wariness about sex—it's ridiculous. At this rate, it's like they exist solely to be devoured by guys like me. Prey through and through.
"Ahem, well, I'm not planning to show you anything that impressive... Do you know about subjugation literature, Fumina?"
"Subjugation literature?"
Fumina tilts her head—not because she doesn't know, but out of confusion about why I'm bringing it up now.
"Of course I do. I'm the vice president of the literature club, after all."
Subjugation literature is one subcategory of literature in this world's canon. Simply put, it's stories about women getting trained by massive cocks until they fall into slavery. Sounds like straight-up smut, right? But in this world, it's legit literature. Not just any porn, though—it needs insight piercing the era, themes, social critique, and all that jazz to qualify as "proper" literature.
Before I really got involved with the literature club, I read one myself. The prose was elegant, the themes clear. Like those classics loaded with eroticism, I guess. But then the sex scenes hit harder than most porn novels, a nonstop barrage of extreme action, so yeah... it's smut through and through.
"You like subjugation literature?"
"Well, I've read more than most, but I don't have a particular genre bias. I do have favorite authors, though. I was really moved by Author Soyugan's 'Humiliation of the Noble House'. The way it used pussy-training as a motif to insightfully capture the era when noble hierarchies began crumbling legally was just..."
"Yeah, yeah. You like it. Got it."
Leave her be, and she'll ramble on with lit-nerd otaku talk forever, so I cut her off.
"But isn't your understanding of subjugation literature a bit superficial?"
I scratch that itch hard. Nothing pisses off a pro more than some clueless amateur spouting half-baked knowledge like a sermon. Folks in their 30s or 40s with thick skins from seeing all kinds of bullshit might brush it off, but a 20-something with pride? If it doesn't rile them up, they're lacking professional spirit.
Fumina looks like a timid girl at first glance, and she is. But even she can't stay calm faced with my words.
"...What do you mean by that?"
She's holding back, trying not to show she's pissed, but the ominous vibe creeps up anyway. Young achievers like her can't help their pride. She's from a lowly family, used to getting pushed around by noble bitches, so she's at least trying to play it cool.
"Fumina, you look like a total virgin pussy at first glance. Right?"
"...How can you tell if I'm a virgin pussy just by looking?"
"Oh, I can tell. Used pussy sluts have this distinct aura. Once a girl's had her pussy broken in, even unconsciously, this subtle sexiness radiates off her. Like, since it's already secondhand, she's less hesitant about spreading for other guys?"
I spout total bullshit and press again.
"Anyway, answer the question. Virgin pussy, yeah?"
"...Yeah, pretty much."
Hmm, as expected. This world defaults to premarital chastity unless specified otherwise. Senpai Soyu has a boyfriend but her hole's still untouched, and even Johanna-sensei, who's gone past dating to engaged, was a pure virgin. No surprise a zero-experience girl like Fumina is untouched.
"Can a pure virgin with zero experience of getting fucked by a guy truly understand subjugation literature? I don't think so."
"...Hmm."
Fumina's face softens a bit. Not because she buys my point, but because my nitpick is so low-rent, it's not even worth a real comeback.
"Isn't that a bit too shallow a critique? People have limits to their experiences in life. Doesn't literature exist to indirectly fill those gaps? Just because no one in the world can use magic doesn't make fantasy literature meaningless."
Hm, fair counter. But so what?
"Aigoo, this is why bookworms are hopeless. Buried in books, clueless about reality. Ever heard 'put down the book and hit the streets'? Indirect is just indirect—you get that? There's a way to deeply understand literature, but you're just lazing around rereading instead?"
Fumina's face flushes beet red, eyes welling with rage-tears. Perfect timing for my pitch.
"So, I'll help you rack up the experience to truly grasp subjugation literature~ Doesn't that make joining the literature club totally justified for me?"
"...? How exactly are you going to give me that experience?"
She's slow on the uptake. Guess I'll have to spell it out, step by step.
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"This is really gonna make me understand something? Or is it just you satisfying your own lust, Lazar?"
Ooh, sharp one. Perceptive, very perceptive~ But what're you gonna do about it?
"Why can't you trust people? I'm seriously just trying to help you deepen your grasp of subjugation literature."
"...Your lap's just a bit uncomfortable."
Fumina squirms on my thighs like my knee's the worst seat ever. Sitting on another guy's lap at her age is awkward enough, and spreading her legs wide makes it worse.
Me? Her pleasant weight feels great. In my old world, it'd be a sweat-fest, but this body's cheat-level sturdy— no issue. One of the minor perks of isekai-ing into a game world.
"I've read plenty of subjugation literature, so I'm not that naive. I know you're just chasing your own desires. But I'm not falling for it."
"Yeah, yeah, got it. No weird expectations, right? Good, let's start already."
Fumina shoots me a suspicious glare but obediently picks up the book. Title: 'Humiliation of the Noble House'. Apparently a realism novel set in the era when noble classes started legally collapsing, about a fallen noble lady getting raped by her massive-cock servant and turning into a pussy slave.
This is realism? Gah!
"Then I'll begin reading. 'On the grand veranda...'"
"Nah, skip that. Sex scene's like 60 pages in. Start from the real fuck scene."
"...Reading's like eating a meal—you shouldn't just cherry-pick the tasty bits. That's not proper."
She grumbles but flips pages obediently, resuming from the protagonist lady's rape scene.
The servant—taken for granted like grass underfoot or the air she breathes, not even worthy of contempt. Her monologue plays out in Fumina's voice as the lady, helpless to resist, endures his caresses. Despair at her body being groped by a lowly servant who shouldn't even stand straight-backed before her in private. And amid that despair, the horrifying pleasure making her body betray her with arousal.
These emotions unfold in elegant prose and rhythm. Even I'm starting to get properly hard listening.
But it's missing something. Fumina's voice lacks soul. She's giving it her all, breath hitching with imagined moans not in the text—she's turned on herself. But a pussy that never touched a cock? Her solo fap sessions set the bar. She can't grasp what it's really like to be handled by a massive-cock guy. Can't claim true bodily understanding of subjugation literature's essence.
Time to help.
I slide my hand to her chest; her body shivers briefly. Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Not painful or anything. I'm not doing anything bad~ Just wanna make you feel real good.
Mid-reading, I grab her tits firmly with ten fingers.
"Hii?!♥♥♥"
My fingers sink into her gumdrop tits, and Fumina reacts instantly. Her steady reading pace cuts off; she unleashes a pure, unfeigned moan.
By this world's standards, her chest is flat, but by my old world's? Decent enough. Not much fun kneading the modest flesh, but it's a nice change of pace. Can't eat sweets forever or your mouth gets cloyed—gotta refresh with variety sometimes, right?
"H-Hii♥ Ah, wh-what... is this...?"
"Aaah, this is what massive-cock 'caressing' feels like. You've never experienced it, huh."
No brute-force fun like with giant melons, but perfect for savoring delicate changes. I focus on her perky nipples—ping!—amping up the overall sensitivity.
Pre-isekai, I was a virgin with zero touch skills. But with Caress Mastery (SS), experience gaps mean nothing. I ignore her feelings entirely, mauling her tits selfishly, and every move converts straight to her pleasure.
"Beats your solo faps by miles, right? That's why no matter how much subjugation literature you read, you can't truly get why those pussy sluts act like that."
If fap orgasms were the limit, no way the lit girls hurl their lives away for one massive cock. That's why they tack on bullshit like "it's symbolizing historical tragedy" or "lamenting humanity's inescapable bestiality" or "escaping the heroine's real threats." Blah blah blah.
All worthless crap. Pussy sluts submit and enslave themselves to massive cocks for one reason: that's what pussy sluts are.
"Now you can really immerse in the heroine's story. Keep reading."
"H-Huuht... Ah... A.... J-Jenzaburou's rou-rough fingers on Yukahime's cleave..."
Matching the text, I lightly rub her crotch slit. Already soaked just from this, begging for cock. I tease the clit poking through her leotard, and Fumina goes wild, dying of pleasure.
Her prim face unleashes piggish moans unimaginable, hips writhing desperately for more finger contact.
"Now you get why the novel's pussy sluts can't resist massive cocks, huh?"
Her head might've grasped it intellectually. But some things need bodily experience to feel real.
"Fuuht, hnt, hnt, ho, hoooooh♥♥♥"
After tasting my fingers, Fumina stops reading, gasping for air. Cute. But no can do.
"Use your words properly. How's anyone gonna know if you just sit there mute?"
I circle her clit♥—can't let cute pussies get cocky. Gotta remember: firm discipline is key!
"Hiiiit!!! H-Haat♥ Y-Yes♥ I-I definitely get the mindset of women getting trained way deeper now! Th-this makes even irrational actions unavoidable!"
"Somewhat irrational actions." Hmm, still got leeway? Good—more fun tormenting her.
"The training arc's just getting started, right? Keep reading."