Morning Kisses with the Mistress – She's Holding Back on the Lewd Stuff? Cheeky – I'll Sweet-Talk Her Gently While Biding My Time
Morning.
On the bed. Jin Yuseong opened his eyes. Memories of last night came rushing back—pounding away at his mistress like a madman.
Thankfully, after finishing the deed, he'd had enough strength left to scoop up his mistress—Sylvia—clean her off, and tuck her in. It had all been automatic. The picture of a perfect slave.
Morning had come, and now Sylvia was snuggled deep into Jin Yuseong's arms, clinging tightly to him in sleep.
"Mmmnya... mine... my slave... Yuseong..."
"Kuh..."
Watching Sylvia wriggle beside him, Jin Yuseong thought to himself,
Even her sleep-talking is this pretty and cute...? Can't get enough of her, seriously.
The night before, he'd carried her battered, exhausted body to the bathroom and washed her clean. Her body, slick and sticky with fluids, had been restored in a flash by the magic bed's restoration spell. He'd laid her down and slipped in beside her, finally drifting off into a late sleep.
After such an endlessly long night of service, morning had arrived in no time.
Upon waking, sprawled lazily on the fluffy, expansive magic bed, gazing at his mistress's beautiful face right in front of him—it was pure bliss for Jin Yuseong.
She's insanely gorgeous. She was screaming and crying her eyes out last night, but why does her face look so dewy and radiant...? I didn't sleep much either, but I feel totally refreshed.
The mushroom he'd eaten boosted not just his stamina, but his vitality too. Surprisingly, he wasn't tired at all. Amazed at how effective it was, Jin Yuseong stared at his mistress's face without tiring, as if he could wear it down with his gaze.
"Mm...?"
Sylvia, who'd been fidgeting next to her slave, slowly opened her eyes. Meeting the gaze of the slave staring right at her, she broke into a bashful smile.
"Ehehehe..."
Her face a little glossy from sleep, she pursed and puckered her lips. It was the subtle invitation from mistress to slave—a demand for a kiss. Jin Yuseong pressed his lips to his mistress's.
Mwah. Mwah.
They each planted one kiss on the other before Jin Yuseong spoke to Sylvia.
"Sleep well?"
"...Mm. Did you, Yuseong? Sleep well?"
"I slept great too."
As he stroked her lower back, still lying there half-awake, Jin Yuseong continued.
"Wanna wash up?"
She stared intently at her not-exactly-handsome but utterly precious slave. Memories of last night's service made her cheeks flush. She finally managed a reply.
"......Just washing. That's it."
"Who said otherwise? Heh heh."
Seeing him inch closer slyly, she shrank back a little, hesitating for a moment before softly wrapping her arms around him. Burying her face in his chest, she murmured quietly.
"O-okay, today! Since last night was so much that I'm wiped out... no naughty hand stuff during the bath service, got it...? Normally it's non-negotiable, but... ugh, just this once, special exception...?"
She mumbled it out, then thought to herself—even she could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth.
Oh my god! A noble lady refusing her slave's touch during service? And it's me doing it? Is this really happening?
Jin Yuseong saw her shudder as she spoke and figured maybe last night had been a bit too much for her.
Did I go overboard yesterday? What happens if the stamina boost from double-dosing that mushroom becomes permanent? To keep up with mushroom-powered me, Sylvia really needs to train that pussy... Yeah, I'll just order her to! That's what a good slave does, right? Things are gonna get busy. Tease her nipples or clit right up to the edge, then pull back—repeat. During sex, stop thrusting just before she cums every time. Gotta try all sorts of stuff. It'll torment her a bit, but what can you do?
Sorting out his thoughts, Jin Yuseong replied.
"Got it. Today, I'll just wash your body—no funny business. Come here."
"Okay."
Yeongcha.
Jin Yuseong sat up first, arms open wide, and Sylvia slipped right into them like a pro. She wrapped her limbs around him tightly, locking herself in place. He carried her to the bathroom.
Once inside, as he performed the now-familiar bath service for his mistress, Jin Yuseong smirked at how she flinched every time his hands brushed her skin, or shot him those longing glances. Worried he'd seen through her, she blushed and looked away.
Jin Yuseong grinned and teased.
"Why're you staring like that, Sylvia? You said just washing."
"W-who said anything? What're you talking about...?"
Sylvia's flustered voice.
"Huh, some girl with ruby eyes was looking all disappointed. No idea who?"
"R-ruby...? It's just red...!"
Hearing her slave compliment her looks, her cheeks turned rosy.
Jin Yuseong pressed on.
"Hah. Even you can't deny my expression of your beauty."
"Using weird fancy talk too. You're my slave—teasing your mistress like that?"
Jin Yuseong smiled deeply, bringing his face so close their noses touched.
"I really think our mistress Sylvia's pretty eyes are like jewels."
"...Tch! F-fine, whatever! Whew. My slave likes his ugly mistress way too much."
She tossed it out casually, referencing how her looks had been laid bare during yesterday's outing. But to Jin Yuseong, from another world, Sylvia was stunning—almost too much for him. In this world, women were called "bitches," and the idea that she was below average still felt alien. To him, she was the prettiest in the world.
And not just that—they'd bonded so deeply already. He had no desire to ever get used to this world's aesthetics.
As long as she's pretty in my eyes, that's all that matters.
He was starting to grasp this world's warped sense of beauty, but he had no intention of conforming. He knew it intellectually, but he'd never adjust to their standards. Most things here were cowardly, but for him, it was all too convenient. Sure, their tastes and common sense were hard to swallow sometimes, but it was also why someone as beautiful as her had fallen so hard for him.
Jin Yuseong peeled the wet strands of hair from her cheek and placed his hand there instead. Locking eyes with those ruby-red gems he'd praised, he said,
"To me, you're the prettiest in the world. You never look ugly in my eyes."
"You... really mean that...? But I'm..."
"After all we've done, you still don't believe me?"
"Well, it's your duty...?"
"Don't believe me, and we'll have to do a whole lot more."
"Eek... maybe just a little...?"
She fought back a smile, dropping her gaze as her lips twitched upward.
"Look at me when you talk."
"...Yuseong, you're the slave, I'm the mistress—this situation, you can't talk like that...!"
"You hate it?"
She lifted her face, meeting his eyes again. In a tiny voice, she barely whispered,
"......Not that I hate it."
No matter how much a slave toyed with his mistress's body, this master-slave dynamic still struck Jin Yuseong as bizarre. A slave was a slave, after all. Beyond service, telling his mistress to look at him or bossing her around clearly overstepped. This world had its weird notions of hierarchy, but slaves didn't talk to mistresses like that. If they did, they'd apologize immediately and beg forgiveness. That was common sense. Otherwise, straight to the torture chamber.
But even after such rudeness, she felt no displeasure—astonishingly none. Worse, "punishing" Jin Yuseong by letting him play with her body more felt like self-sabotage.
A man who satisfied a girl's every desire. Who even went beyond. The one she'd summoned and enslaved, claiming him exclusively.
Sylvia found it wondrous, awkward, and blissfully happy.
"...Idiot. Only 'cause I'm a nice mistress letting it slide? You're an immature slave who doesn't get it yet... that's why."
"Heh heh. What cute nonsense is this from our mistress."
"Hmph. Not telling you, slave! I'm getting out now. Hurry up and carry me."
Arms outstretched, posing for her slave to scoop her up. Jin Yuseong slid his arms under her armpits, hugged her tight, and stood. She naturally wrapped her limbs around him snugly, burying her face in his nape. She sniffed deeply at his fresh, just-washed scent.
Out of his sight, she grinned.
...Ruby? My eyes are ruby? Heh heh. What a dummy.
Sylvia felt great. Jin Yuseong carried her out, grabbing a towel on the way with practiced ease. They passed through the magically auto-opening door back to the room.
Thud thud.
With each step, Jin Yuseong etched the soft sensations into his mind. He felt his mistress Sylvia fully—no filters—as she shifted against him slightly. The plush press of her ample breasts. He'd learned to somewhat control his arousal now, after so much action. But that didn't mean he'd lost his hunger for her body. Supporting her with his hands, feeling the soft give of her ass, he realized just touching bare skin could feel this good.
Only three days in, and Jin Yuseong thought being summoned to Sylvia had been nothing but joy.
Guess I gotta repay her by being the most devoted slave. Build it up steady. Heh heh heh.