Camping with Master! Amnesiac Master's Regressed to Virgin – Guess I'll Deflower Her Again!
Fuck. I had to cover 24 hours of distance, but I landed after just 4 hours of flight... No, wait! Sylvia kept rubbing my dick with her soft lower belly the whole time, so holding out for 4 hours is impressive as hell. Gotta give me credit for that.
Rumble! Crash!
"[Craft Shelter: Shelter Creation]"
Right now, I'm just standing there dumbfounded, watching her whip up a house from behind.
"I feel like I've turned into a totally useless human... [You've been driving for hours, so isn't it fine to rest quietly now, boy?]" Dark Bringer was chattering away at me in a way that didn't suit her 25-year-old vibe, comforting me like it wasn't something to beat myself up over.
"Shut it... Don't baby me. I can't even handle 24 hours of driving, so yeah, I'm useless..."
While I was bantering with Dark Bringer, Sylvia finished building the house with magic and walked over.
"You... Seeing you like that is making me uncomfortable, so cut it out with that pathetic look?"
Sylvia had taken off her blindfold for a sec to cast some magic, and now she was scolding me. Getting treated like I was actually pathetic made my hackles rise.
Ugh, hold it in. My normally infinitely positive Master Sylvia wasn't herself right now, so I'd let it slide.
"Even so, barely making it this far before landing... Sigh."
"...."
Damn, how the hell did I fly all day!? I was just beating myself up a minute ago, but getting called out flipped my thinking 180 degrees. And Sylvia, you rubbed my dick with that soft, squishy belly of yours, distracting me from flying properly! Huh? Pissing me off now? My cool-headed brain chimed in.
[Hey, idiot. Sylvia's just a bit snappy 'cause she took off the blindfold. Calm down.]
Then my pissed-off dick countered.
[Nah. She needs to get punished with sex.]
'Sex it is.'
"What're you doing! Hey, slave! Get in here already!"
"Huh? Got it~. Why're you yelling?"
Still amazing no matter how many times I see it... What, is this Minecraft or something? Houses just pop up like that? Does camping even exist in this world?
Nah, probably not like this. This luxury's all thanks to my Master being a witch, the privilege of my cheat-life Jin Yuseong. If a commoner saw us nearby, she could've thrown a fit and made us hole up at home instead of traveling. They say house servants in Joseon-era noble homes had mad swagger, but my Master's a cute girl who insists on being my devoted slave. And I'm winning big time there.
My slightly down mood lifted at the sight of the awesome instant house. It was small, but plenty for two people. Obviously 500 times better than the street or a flimsy tent. Sylvia pulled stuff from her duffel bag inside, turning it into a cozy one-room setup with minimal furnishings.
Damn~.
I couldn't stop admiring how she'd built a whole house in seconds.
"Whew. You're the real deal, Master."
"Hmph, hmph... Hearing 'amazing' from a weak guy like you feels good enough. Your praise? Meh, not really."
She shrugged at my admiring words. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I gave up trying to parse her cryptic way of saying she didn't hate it.
No point overthinking every time.
She fidgeted. "Um... Y'know. I made a place for you to rest and all..."
The snappy regressed-virgin Sylvia was rubbing her legs together, trying to say something... What was she getting at? This vibe was like a high school boy hitting on the neighbor big sis after sneaking into her house. What was she hinting at?
Heh heh heh. Her hymen was long gone thanks to me, but this special situation where she was acting all fresh and horny like a virgin again? Couldn't help but get me in the mood.
'Getting to take Sylvia's virginity all over again... No hymen, but her mind's pure! Photocopy virgin Sylvia!'
Not thanking that curse-casting Seris or anything. This is all my cheat-life luck. All me.
"Ugh... I mean... F-Fine! Hey! What're you doing, slowpoke! Slaves gotta strip their Master's clothes and bathe 'em quick!"
Eek. Her face beet-red as she barked—it was bath time.
Sylvia seemed torn: annoyed by me~, but craving my body~, wanting naughty stuff~.
"Alright, Master, blindfold on~."
"H-H-Huh? B-But... then I can't see..."
"Yup? That's the point of a blindfold. But I'm washing you anyway, so no biggie, right?"
"Uh... B-But...... F-Fine! I know that!"
Ah...!? So my Master wanted a good look at her slave's naked body, huh? What to do with this perv?
I hesitated, then started undressing the blindfolded Sylvia layer by layer. She flinched with each piece, making me feel like we'd gone back to right after the summoning—hornier than ever.
'Time to move ya.'
"Eek!"
"Whoa, hold still. There. Grip tight."
"Ah...? Wow... even the bare skin's so firm..."
Whoops, hope she didn't hear. But she's hugging naturally. Confirming blindfolded Sylvia's slack-jawed daze as she clung tight, I began slave duties: Master bath service.
First, carried her to the corner shower room. Opaque glass all around, no clue which side the door was—but it slid open as I approached.
Click.
Inside was a modest tub compared to the academy dorm's. A showerhead hung up top, no hose. I twisted the knob, and water gushed from the slits.
"Hyah!?"
The stream hit her slick skin, drawing a cute squeak. Ooh... unfamiliar voice. Nipples and clit perking right up. Wonder what happens if I aim there. Gotta test it.
"Eek!? The water's hitting weird spots...!"
"Ah, forgot—you're clueless now. Gotta polish the sensitive bits extra, Master."
"Hey, slave! You listening? Don't ignore me!"
With the blindfold blocking sight and sound, no real communication. Watching her rant one-sidedly made me wanna be mean.
"Master's messing with slave duties! Time to pinch clit and nipples!"
Squeeze!
"Higiit!?"
Squirt—Spurt—!
She squirmed when I cupped her big tits and pinched the nipples together, weakly pushing at me with tiny hands. Then I grabbed her clit—water gun time.
Going off that easy, huh.
"Haaah... Whaaat...!"
Drained, Sylvia panted obediently. Tits yanked inward by nipple pinch, lower half bridged up from clit squeeze.
"Huuuh... B-Body... can't move... Stuck...!"
Bathing a witch—always clean, no waste—is just fun, light rinse for any dust. Part of the sex service.
"Ugh... Hnng... Can't hear or see anything... What're you doing...!?"
Basically, witches made it so slaves could grope 'em freely. But it's important to me too.
'Cause... it's hot.
So, punishment for interrupting this vital duty.
Wriggle. "Igiit!! Don't rub nipples and clit...! I don't know about this...!"
Senses blocked, perverted Master narrating her own play-by-play. Virgin talent's off the charts.
I wondered why her reactions felt off—unlike when she bragged about baths post-deflowering. No memories, all new, plus blindfold? Even if told "we're like this," experiencing it firsthand? Mind-blowing.
Or not. Whatever.
"Haaang... This feels so good... And I've had it before? Hnng... Clit's♡ not even that handsome, feels bad, but a man's playing with it...♡"
'Head goes blank at climax, self-control gone.'
Blindfolded but dissing away unchecked. But honestly, her "I hate you" talk's weak, doesn't hurt—turns me on more? Just take it off?
Hmm... Nah, rinse off and graduate her virginity first.
"Haaah! Ahk! Ugh! Hngk!?"
Soon after, bath service complete. Roughly 30 orgasms from my full-body rubdown later, I carried Master to the bed.
Seeing amnesiac Sylvia scowl at me sparked defiance. Time to see if my dick beats her curse-hate.
Laid her on the snug bed, climbed atop. Jiggle.
"Haa... A bed...?"
"Take off the blindfold or not?"
"Now...?"
"On, off. On, off... Your pussy's so weak, curse-hate'll shatter easy."
"Putting... the dick in...?"
I recalled stories of heroines hating the guy but flipping after mind-blowing sex. Fiction, sure... but Sylvia's ultra-sensitive pussy? Higher odds.
Fuck the curse with sex? Am I spirit-level now? Chance to prove my worth?
As I pondered, Sylvia whimpered.
"Ugh... What? Why're you just sitting there? Do something...!"
She's climax-drenched and hot—better not tease more. Her straight slit glistened with juices amid plump labia. Countless fucks let me feel her hole's position, breathy winks—no need to spread.
One... two... three! Thrust!
"Hiiiit!!"
I'd pounded her countless times, so from distance, dead-on aim—deep in one go. She expected insertion but not this sudden/full—huge shock.
Psssh! Spurt!
"Ohook...!! So sudden...!"
"Ngh... Virgin mindset back? Squeezing hard!"
Felt her loss—once welcoming my invasions softly. She's here, but no memories. Kinda lonely.
"But instant climax on entry? Same as ever. Heh, your slutty weak pussy's no surprise."
"Haaang...! Dick's... huge...! Huhihi... I'm really not a virgin...!"
"Why's your dopey grin so cute. Ugh, wanna see your eyes..."
I paused, giving time—she trembled, savoring insertion orgasm.
"Haak. Haaak... My tiny pussy, taking all this...! Haa... Not even that handsome... How much has this slave pounded me...!?"
"Even you can't trash-talk yourself, Sylvia."
Climax blanks her mind, no restraint. Scolding pre-amnesia Sylvia too? Piston jab as lesson.
Squelch!
"Hak!? Haak... Haak...!"
"Like that?"
"Uwaaa... Relax and I'd cum anytime... Dick... Sex too gooood..."
Her tight pussy slurped my cock greedily. Panting Master, senses blocked, felt it deeper. Lewd naked body twitching, depths churning. Treating me like a human dildo? Kinda annoying, playing solo.
"Hey, Master. Can't chat like this."
"Hate guy's royal dick... Oet!?"
Amnesiac first-sex mutterings irked me. Twirled tip deep inside, grinding cervix.
Grind grind. She climaxed instantly, squirting hard.
"Hngguk!? Hit the womb!! What! Can't cum there! Rubbing makes me go! Hii! Hiiik! Cumming! Cuuuum!!"
Squiiirt! Spuuurt!
"Hot as ever, Master... But ignoring me for my dick? Too much, no?"
Curse counter or not, her blind squirting irked—yanked off the blindfold.
"Huu...♡?"
Eyes met, her melted face exposed. Horror flashed, fury igniting her pupils.
"Huuuh...!? Kyaaak! What the hell! Taking off the blindfold! Idiot! Moron!"