Chapter 24: My Master, Who Conked Out from Nightly Service, Isn't Noble at All – Shouldn't She Train to Endure More Lewd Stuff? Sleeping Soundly zZZ
The outstanding cadet of the magic academy and mighty witch, Sylvia Armani Rune Lumer, had been tormented by her slave all through the night. Now she lay plunged into a deep sleep.
Her entire body glistened, slick with the love juices and tidal squirts she'd sprayed everywhere herself, leaving her limp and sprawled out. Especially her pussy, smeared thick with semen and splayed wide open on shameless display in her unconscious faint – by Earth's sensibilities, it was the kind of sight too mortifying to show anyone else.
A noble of high birth. One who should luxuriate in supreme indulgence, letting her slave toy with her body at will. Yet Sylvia had failed to uphold her pride.
Even if she'd consumed the "Vudge Mushroom" – a stamina-boosting fungus whose use was technically illegal – Jin Yuseong was just an ordinary human, untrained in any special way. He couldn't possibly match her, a witch, in physical endurance or mental fortitude.
And above all, he was male. The world-ruling witches were all female. Sylvia might look plain by this world's standards, but she was one of the strongest witches of her generation, top-tier by any measure.
She absolutely shouldn't have been receiving night service from some slave guy who'd only been playing with her body for a mere two days, only to pass out in humiliating repeated climaxes. First off, as a powerful witch, losing to a weak man made no sense. Second, as a noble, she couldn't just accept a slave's service halfway and shamefully faint midway through.
The very notion of passing out during service was absurd to begin with – laughable, impossible.
Sylvia saw what had happened to her as utterly embarrassing to admit aloud. Such things belonged in wild fiction or tall tales, not real life. Or so she'd always believed.
But it had happened. To her. While receiving night service from her own slave!
In just those two days, Sylvia had given her slave her first kiss, sucked his tongue, swallowed his saliva. Her breasts remembered the touch of a man's hands. Unlike other witches, she'd lost her virginity in a single day, had creampie sex, taken pistoning thrusts mid-deep kiss, hugged her slave tight during internal ejaculations – and received far more cum than the tales claimed.
Dutifully obedient by law or not, even during clothing service or bath attendance, she'd let him grope her erogenous zones until she squirted messily. She'd received her slave's service more nobly and elegantly than anyone.
In truth, it had been a razor-edge avoidance of fainting while desperately gulping down his lust.
At any rate. Sylvia had believed she'd spend her life with her lifelong slave, Jin Yuseong, savoring his delightful service with elegant, noble composure – fully conscious, every time.
Even if... she'd moaned ahn ahn excessively and fainted anyway...
Even if her nipples and clit hardened to erection far too easily, toyed with like playthings until she sobbed and squirted floods...
Even if her pussy soaked instantly at a touch or poke, her erogenous zones developing at breakneck speed...
She hadn't doubted it. She believed it. Her body would just get lewd enough to handle all the pleasure!
This blissful, pleasurable noble life of being toyed with by her slave would sail smoothly onward, just like before. So she'd thought.
That belief shattered in just two days.
In this world, it was common knowledge that slaves – after thoroughly playing with their master's body once – needed weeks, or even months in severe cases, to recharge.
That was the limit of a man's drive. Not beasts in heat, human males had no rutting cycles; they didn't crave unnecessary meddling with female bodies. They only went along reluctantly with pushy women. A tiresome fate for men.
Men, being human, didn't copulate like animals. To propagate as living beings, when haunted by wet dreams from female assaults in nightmares, they'd pipette semen via magic for delivery to the desired woman.
That was men in this world. No marriage culture existed. Though occasionally, for deep bonds, a man might have a "pair" – a woman who earned much envy. Such men could enjoy skinship with women.
This was utterly commonplace here; no one batted an eye.
High-status folk had it slightly different. The power ruling the world: magic. Mana enabling its use. Special women born with mana: witches. They formed the ruling class, collectively called nobles.
Nobles – as in "precious ones" – bore the duty to carry men's seed and bear heirs. In return for their world-saving labors, they enjoyed privileges. Chief among them: familiars – servants – slaves.
The ultimate luxury: a personal man by one's side for life. Rare half-witches summoned beasts as familiars, lacking human-summoning prowess, but most summoned people. And summoned familiars were bound lifelong to witches – hence, slaves.
Witches summoned only males, binding them eternally. Thus, the ruling nobles enjoyed overwhelming privileges denied to common women: time with men.
That "time" meant letting slaves toy with their bodies like toys for pleasure. Not content, noble witches made laws, etiquette, culture:
- Daily attendance: slave constantly stroking master, sticking close 24/7.
- Kiss service: order kisses for every trivial thing master does for slave.
- Bath service: master doesn't lift a finger; slave persistently caresses breasts, pussy, clit mid-wash.
- Clothing service: stripped/dressed by slave hands; needless breast fondling before clothes, clit teasing till climax before panties.
- Night service: sex men rarely do.
- Semen service: after long night gaps, since master's body misses tasted cock, fondle/lick slave, jerk/fellate for cum.
- Masturbation service: if nights/semen too taxing, have slave toy body to orgasm anyway.
- Urination service: pure filthy desire, slave plays with urethra.
- Lavish allowances to buy cursed lewd pleasurable jewelry witches circulate for that purpose.
These were privileges common women could never dream of. Even legally mandated, men struggled to comply fully – they didn't crave female bodies naturally, forcing it for law's sake. Witches habituated slaves gradually.
But habits had limits; men's drive hit walls, needing recharge. Slaves skimping on body play? Recharge too slow? Witches figured: make our bodies quicker to cum, more pathetic.
They'd train and develop their bodies for easier pleasure. Delegating fully to slaves, because it felt good!
No matter how ruinously premature, loose, cock-craving their pussies became, bodies would adapt. They were the strongest race: mana-bearing witches.
Ultimately, receive slave's semen via familiar-summoning bond: conceive, birth. That final duty – though tinged with desire – was vital. To preserve great witch lineages.
Such was this world's structure.
Night passes, dawn breaks, sun rises. Morning nears; time for all masters and slaves to rise.
The third morning since Jin Yuseong's summoning to this otherworld was dawning.