Slave Duty: Pussy Inspection Before Dressing the Mistress
"They say attending to the master's clothes is a slave's duty, but a pussy inspection is mandatory before getting dressed. Wow, this place is totally insane."
With the intention of helping a tremendously climaxed Sylvia recover, Jin Yuseong carried her into the tub and laid her down diagonally across his chest like she was nestled right in his arms. As he fondled her defenseless breasts and pussy—her pupils dilated, light fading from her eyes, half-unconscious—he enjoyed a soothing soak in the warm water. The utterly sloppy bath service only ended when Sylvia, snug in her slave's embrace, finally murmured that it was time to get out of the bathroom.
Her owner, still catching her breath in ragged gasps now and then, reached out with her slender arm to pull Jin Yuseong's neck close and demand a kiss. Smack. Mmwah. Smack♡ Freshly washed, he opted for a light peck. Sylvia pouted a little, dissatisfied it wasn't a deep kiss, but she didn't complain about what her slave offered—instead, she obediently buried her face in his chest, rubbing her cheek against him to express her mild discontent. Her soft, plump cheeks brushed the bare skin peeking through his bathrobe, sharing their warmth.
"What's got you furrowing those pretty brows, Mistress?"
"...Before the bath service, you said we were saving up kisses, but all I got were a couple little pecks..."
When he straight-up asked what was wrong, she finally spilled her grievance.
"Aigoo, you were sulking over that?"
"Hah! I'm not sulking, okay? I'm just a tiny bit disappointed, that's all."
Isn't that the definition of sulking? Jin Yuseong pretended to sternly discipline her cute complaint, narrowing his eyes sharply for effect.
"Hey now! Slaves have feelings too, you know. I was holding back because I made you cum so many times and wanted to train you a little at a shallow level. Don't you get it? It was training to make you crave the deep kisses you want by giving you just a tease."
"R-Really? Oh, me and my impatience."
Her slave spouted nonsense, but his mistress lit up with an adorable "aha!" expression.
"You gonna furrow your brows at a slave who's made your pussy cum dozens of times, counting last night's service?"
"Eek... Sorry..."
"Do it again, and I'll skimp on the good stuff?"
"Haaang♡ Don't! I'll be good."
Threatened with a slave strike—or slowdown, at least—his mistress wheedled and begged like a spoiled pet. The sight melted Jin Yuseong's heart.
Whoa~ Aren't you adapting to this batshit worldview way too fast? This is what makes you the isekai protagonist.
Mocking this otherworld where common sense had gone off the rails into pure chaos, Jin Yuseong chuckled inwardly.
"Alright, we've had plenty of fun, you're all cleaned up, so if there's more a slave needs to know, explain it step by step."
"Okay! Got it, my slave♡."
Sylvia kept her cheek pressed to his chest, just tilting her head up to meet his eyes with a smile. Carrying her clinging form to the sofa with the tea table, Jin Yuseong sat down—only for Sylvia to twirl her finger on his chest, stretch out her long legs, and try to push him flat. Yielding as she wanted, he leaned back until they were lying stacked straight atop each other. Rub rub. Nibble nibble. She nuzzled her forehead into his chest, then slyly crawled up to chew on his earlobe with her lips.
When are you gonna explain, huh? Come on, Mistress.
After several minutes of shameless cuddling and groping her slave's body to her heart's content, she finally spoke.
"Mmwah... mmwah... Puhah♡ There's usually a thick slave rulebook, but I'll just tell you—so stroke your mistress's head and listen up nice? It's pretty long, so this kiss session goes on the tab too."
"Sure thing."
Running his fingers through her silky hair, Jin Yuseong switched to listening mode.
"Heheung♡ I've explained the basics so far, but once a slave's bound to a master, you're stuck by her side for life—sharing food, shelter, even fate and death."
"Fate? Talk about grand scale."
Fantasy as fuck. Hope that doesn't mean we'll actually die together or something. But Jin Yuseong wasn't too worried. With her soft body pressed against his, tension couldn't even rise if it wanted to.
"Mmm... Thanks to the [Contract] magic, our mana links deeper over time until we're inseparable."
"Mana linking—what's that mean? Does that make me able to use magic too?"
Swish... swish... Her hair's so damn soft.
Struggling to focus amid Sylvia's clingy antics, Jin Yuseong split his attention: half petting her head, half listening.
"Huaa...♡ Even if your mana grows, it just makes your body healthier usually. Familiars using magic? Almost never—only witches have the talent, so outside rare cases, it's a total no-go."
"Bummer."
"Huh? Why would a slave be bummed about not using magic? Just tell your mistress if you need it."
Oh, right, just order the mistress around. Duh. Jin Yuseong found it absurd again but kept his amusement internal.
"So what else do familiars get summoned for, besides what I've heard?"
"Mmmng... You've done night service and bath service already... Oh! And clothes service. Nobles' undressing and dressing are all managed by slaves."
Jin Yuseong recalled stripping her last night. It was just to fuck, but okay.
"Undressing for clothes service is simple—just take 'em off. But dressing, especially? Super important."
"Got it! Like how to dress a woman, right?"
"Pfft! As if? Sure, different gender means you gotta learn that too, but? Don't say 'woman'—call 'em cunts or little cunt!"
"???"
"Again! That clueless face. 'Woman'? Such outdated crap. From now on, it's cuntlet or little cunt. 'Woman' isn't a word anymore."
"Ooooh...?"
"You're spacing out. Anyway, dressing is key, right? When a slave dresses her mistress, you must make sure her tits look perfect in the tit-sling—fit those breasts just right. Get 'em aroused and flushed first for beauty, so don't forget to tease the nipples hard before stuffing 'em in."
"Whoa... So how'd you dress without me till now?"
"Ugh... Magic for a quick, comfy fit."
"And that's uncomfortable how?"
She puffed her cheeks in a pout.
"Duh! It's lonely and empty without your slave's touch—doing it solo in a flash feels hollow."
"Aha..."
Aha my ass—I got nothing. Isekai sensitivity, he guessed. Jin Yuseong gave up understanding.
"Back to dressing. Everyone knows this basic stuff, but first times are always clumsy. Practice daily and you'll get good, so work hard, Yuseong."
"You got it, Mistress. I'll do my best."
"Hehe. Now, panty-dressing time."
Bra's tit-sling, so panties are pussy-sling? Pfft. Jin Yuseong bit back a grin. Her excitement over saved kisses was too cute.
"Before putting on your mistress's panties, you gotta spread the pussy—"
"Pfft!"
"Hey, warn me if you're gonna spit! Open wide and I'll catch it! Lick..."
Absurd opener made him sputter, so Sylvia lapped it up cat-like, even tonguing his mouth until his lips glistened with her saliva.
"Hngm...♡ Focus. Before panties, slaves must spread the pussy for a full inspection. Finger the insides, check if the walls are springy, if the juices are clear or cloudy—total status check on your mistress's pussy that day."
For just putting on panties?? Jin Yuseong held his questions for worse insanity.
"Witches cycle mana daily, so issues might hide, but pleasure spots could glitch—pussy inspections are crucial."
"Ooh... Makes sense."
"During clothes service, tidy the pussy lips too—if messy, spread pussy cream and fix it. Keep it a noble's straight-edge slit, perfect for your slave anytime. Dignified nobles do that."
...Manage it pretty for the slave... by ordering the slave? This logic's broken from start to finish.
[Ugh. Dick's gonna stiffen. Dick-you, thoughts? Shut that smug mouth?]
His brain pinged; dick replied.
[Horny, so keep listening.]
[Roger.]
Hearing the madness warped Jin Yuseong's mindset to match.
"Oh, other undress/dress stops there, but mornings? Waking naked in your slave's arms, first dressing's panty step is special."
"Oho, special how...?"
What's next? He focused on her mouth.
"Morning first service: After pussy inspection, confirm clitoris orgasm."
"Whaa...?"
[Why for dressing???]
[Shut up and do it. Hot af.]
Brain and dick clashed in shock.
"To check pussy sensitivity issues. Declare 'Confirming mistress's clitoris orgasm' first, tease the clit flawlessly to climax. When she cums, stroke her trembling body to prolong the afterglow—don't skip!"
"Holy shit..."
"Hng. Shocked face? Just this shocks Yuseong that much? But don't stop petting!"
Caught, he resumed stroking her hair.
"Ehe, slave hands feel good... So, memorize her reactions, face, twitches, moans with eyes and ears—then praise her. Slave's job!"
Getting pervy now, huh. He stopped questioning.
"Got it..."
"Tch, praise example—not what I want exactly, just an example, so listen? 'Mistress, you came so fast from clit play, whimpering and bucking your hips back while I gripped it tight—you looked like such a pitiful little cunt, so lovable. Getting handled by your slave like a proper cunt slut, nipples perking up all excited and slutty. Seeing you shake your waist, squirting pussy juice with clit trapped... makes me wanna kiss you senseless, you're that delicious.' Uuugh...! I said it!"
What the fuck did I just hear?
[Why say it if you're embarrassed?]
[Sounds good, leave it.]
Jin Yuseong's pupils quaked like an earthquake. Her lewd delusion monologue outdid his wildest teen fantasies.
"S-Saying that and deep-kissing with tongues... would be perfect..."
"...I'll remember."
Too shocking—the long line burned into his brain.
"Really!? After clit orgasm and deep kiss, pat the ass to cool her down. That's it—panty-dressing done."
So... when do the panties go on? Sylvia huffed contentedly at his reply, so he couldn't bring himself to ruin the mood by asking.