Heading Home After the Adventure: Granting Master's Wish – Dog Collar Cheers from Onlookers
After getting Sylvia's belongings back, I finally heard the honest truth about the holy flames from Ifrit—the ones I'd targeted to lift the curse.
"So the holy flames really hurt like hell if they hit you? That wasn't bullshit?"
"I'm sorry for messing around. But I was telling the truth—believe me."
Ifrit approached me while I was helping Sylvia with her clothes. What she told me was simple: holy flames were originally an attack spell meant for enemies. Her unique ability purified evil beings or those kinds of effects. Sure, that much was true as advertised, but the pain it inflicted on impact was beyond what any living thing could endure. Bluntly put, the agony outweighed the raw damage—it was the real terror. She'd never used it for healing, nor did she know how to tone down the pain. Sylvia's idea wasn't bad, but trying to break a curse with an attack spell was insanely risky. Maybe Ifrit not granting the request right away when we first met had actually done Sylvia a favor... Nah, no way. I wasn't letting that slide.
After fastening Sylvia's shirt buttons and pulling her stray lock of hair out from inside, I shook my head.
It felt like too much suffering just to deepen our bond from the adventure.
But this bitch is holding something back. Ah!
I pointed out one key detail.
"Hey, before you disguised yourself as Sylvia and pranked me, you said you could totally do it normally because you're so amazing!!"
"Ah... that~..."
"Liar? Can't do it?"
"......I'm too weakened now, so it might be tough~... This shrunken form is all because we played around."
It was creepy how she still saw that fight as just "playing." The mindset of an immortal...
"That's on you. So when will you fully recover?"
Ifrit's expression darkened noticeably.
"A year soaking in the waters of life should do it...?"
A year here, with all this healing power? No wonder humans recovered fast while she whined about taking forever—it checked out.
"Hmph! You eyed someone else's slave, so a year is cheap!"
Sylvia's sharp jab came from my hands as I dressed her.
So the stuff had an official name: waters of life. I asked if I could take some, but she said it turned to plain water away from the leylines. I gave up.
"What a shame."
"Buddy! Just come back later!"
"...You know, if we never get hurt like this again, problem solved? Yeah, I'm aiming for an easy life."
"Eeeek, no way...! Come play again~ There's only monsters and animals here! The rare demihumans who visit just bug me to solve their problems!"
Eeeek—pow. Living forever makes you childish, huh? Was life with animals in these mountains that lonely for this spinster spirit...?
"Maybe I'll drop by again."
"You better!"
As we packed to leave, I reflected on our adventure's gains. The trip had been riskier than a casual outing, aimed at lifting the curse and reclaiming lost feelings and memories... But on departure day, power sex offered a curse-breaking shot. Meeting the demona tribe led to external fertilization mating. My feelings for Sylvia deepened. I learned spirits were more like lonely TV hermits than majestic beings. And...
"Waaah! Don't take it!!"
"Let go. I'll forgive you clean with these as compensation."
Ifrit's masturbation bondage gear as "damages." If we're doing this, gotta salvage something or my heart won't buy it.
Tears welling, Ifrit soon shrugged it off.
"Hng... I can make new ones. Fine, a gift."
"Not a gift—reparations. Winner's rights."
"C'mon, say it's a gift from a friend!"
"Why's my slave your friend all of a sudden?!"
"You're so mean... We played together~."
"Ugh, fine, pity-friend it is. Like volunteering at a nursing home."
"I'm not old! But we're really friends, right!?"
"...Tch!"
I had to soothe a pouting Sylvia. Time to end the adventure and head home.
Right before takeoff, I bid Ifrit farewell.
"Stay out of trouble, you overgrown kid. Live strong in your mountains~."
"Bye~ Too bad I couldn't touch a rare man who wasn't a girl for once~ Come again~"
"What?! That's why I'm letting it slide!!"
Sylvia was fuming again after I'd barely calmed her. Her spirit illusions shattered too. We waved goodbye to a wistful Ifrit and flew off on the horse golem.
Curse-lifting would follow our initial success.
Yeah, smash it with brutal sex!
...If not, gather potion ingredients slow like the professors said. But my gut said: tormenting Master in bondage under "punishment" pretense would break it. Recalling my near-erection seeing Ifrit strap Sylvia into her maso toys...
Ah~ Wanna go wild. Hurry home and ravage with these bad boys!!
Not just horniness—pure instinct. Plus, I had precedent! Worst case, great sex remains. Worth trying!!
Climbing near the clouds, I gripped Sylvia tight, set course, and accelerated. She grumbled about the shivering thrill in my arms.
This adventure gave me food for thought too. Pre-Sylvia me would've reacted differently. Probably our contract's bond. I'd embraced fantasy vibes more, overcoming it. No panic despite dangers—reason found it odd, heart shrugged it off. Felt the isekai reality stronger now.
During my mid-flight musing, Sylvia squirmed in my arms and declared her resolve.
"I wanna get stronger. Strong enough to break this mana-binding collar at least. No more losing to bitches eyeing my man!"
"You got this, Master."
So lovable and plucky. I pictured reapplying that pervy collar often to track her growth. But I kept it clean, not dirtying her serious vow. I'd show it in actions back home. Craving pink daily life...
I told my armful Sylvia,
"Wrapped up quicker than expected. Skip academy, hit the village first?"
"Huh? Why village?"
"Forgot? Gotta buy that collar and leash for Master's neck. Test-walk too."
"R-Really!?"
Her red eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Yup. No delays—do it now."
"No way! Parading with a slave collar in public was my childhood dream!"
"...Kids shouldn't dream that, Master."
Her creepy line gave me chills, but she beamed at my confirmation.
The flight home was smooth. We chatted about demona babies, sleeping Dark Bringer, our Ifrit fight, health checks—never boring. Landed at sunset, camped, flew again next morning. Dark Bringer woke and joined.
"Awake, eye-ball?"
[Ahh. Boy, will you now call me by my true—]
"Piss off."
[Kukuku... Perhaps someday again.]
"Ugh, shut your ominous ass."
Morning flight: we three enjoyed sights—birds, mountains, fields, lakes. No ambushes.
Peace is best.
[Boy, you seem at ease.]
"That obvious? No fights—bliss."
[Agreed. Power's fine unused. Better no need.]
"Deep, huh. Then you're eye-ball forever, punk."
[Kugh...!]
Full day later, we escaped the volcanic zone, reaching the bustling village from before.
Soft landing... Sylvia couldn't hide her grin anymore.
We strolled, chatting.
[Boy! Skipping the smithy that scorned me? Show my changes! Make 'em regret 4 gold!]
"Later. Master's hyped. Collar shopping that fun?"
"Hehe! Bucket list topper!"
Sylvia buzzed, ignoring stares. Dark Bringer deferred to her—sweet demon sword. Bucket list? Probably auto-translated for me. Handy, but maybe learn the language proper someday. Meaningful or not.
Language sparked: Sylvia speaking Korean? Imagined her cooing "Oppa, I love Korea~ Tteokbokki kimchi yummy"—goosebumps. But if possible, must-see. We'd live here, but if Earth round-trip viable, fun vacations. Matriarchy—independent life on Earth? She'd be idolized as ultimate cutie.
Brag city!
Grabbing humming Sylvia's hand, I fantasized: "Silver Maso Cutie Sylvia! Got a BF, no backstabbing or NTR! Thanks for subs and likes!" Her underappreciated here, meme queen there...
In the calm, we reached the nobles' street.
Leah's Atelier
Following ahead Sylvia, we hit a flashy noble-run shop.
"In here! Master Leah's a young genius crafting slutty owner-boosters!"
Entering with bubbly Sylvia, crowds browsed. Only man: me. Spotting owner-slave, ladies gossiped freely.
"Oh my, look—a slave escort."
"Might see owner gifting rare sight."
"Sigh... Mine ignores my wishlist."
Sylvia soaked noble stares. Owner gifts from slaves were rare; even if "ugly-treated" usually, now envy queen among sisters.
"Wow..."
A ruby dog-collar necklace stole Sylvia's heart. Perfect match for her gem-red eyes. She ogled possessively.
A clerk, eyeing us, bustled over.
"Customer~~ Like this piece?"
Sylvia glanced at me. Amping her spotlight, I boomed,
"Trial fit before buy?"
"Of course~ Fetching it now~"
She grabbed it from display.
"...Here."
Sylvia gulped, gathered hair, baring slender neck vulnerably. I adjusted the doggy collar to fit, pressing to skin.
Fuck... Criminally hot...?
All eyes on us. Click. Ring locked—red collar snug on pale throat.
Shop hushed, breathless.
Sylvia, blushing, shyly asked,
"H-How's it... on Master's neck?"
"Uh? Y-Yeah...! So pretty..."
"Ehehe~!"
Nobles, watching, slow-clapped.
Clap clap clap clap
"Congrats."
"Congratulations."
"Blessings."
Sylvia beamed purely amid strangers' cheers.
"Thank you...!"
......Weirdly heartwarming scene.
Decision made, I paid clerk 50 gold. Dark Bringer was 12.5x cheaper? Fashion world's wild... Collar as fashion? Whatever—Sylvia's allowance covered it easy.
Clink.
"So, Master? Parade outside, flaunt tight owner-slave bond?"
Leashed red collar, Sylvia smirked lewdly.
"Yeah, escort me good, slave."