Sha La La La La~ Master, Will You Accept This Nipple Piercing...? I'm So Happy! I'll Treasure It Forever! A Master Receiving a Gift from Her Slave
After Sylvia woke up, we immediately dove into a sloppy, celebratory breeding fuck session. Even back in the room while washing up, I gave her the same thick, lewd service as before, feeding her body shallow orgasms all over again. Now, during our dog collar walk, it was time to hand over the secret gift I'd bought.
Her body, polished smooth by my bathing service, still glowed with a faint pink from the mild exhaustion, her nipples and clit standing sharply erect. Such a lewd, beautiful body. My master. It had already been two months since I came to this otherworld. Happy times had flown by, and we'd spent them in what could only be called a pervy lovers' communion—or whatever you wanted to call our naughty bonding with Sylvia. This moment felt perfect.
There was no marriage culture here, so a proper proposal might be impossible, but I still wanted to do something special for her. Instead of dragging my feet like during our last village stroll, I'd prepared right away. Maybe it was rushed. But thinking back on how we'd grown even closer after the curse incident and the bloodcurdling adventures... I found my courage.
I checked the box with the jewelry I'd prepared for today. Still safe and sound. I wanted to give it to her dressed up fancy, but matching Sylvia's tastes, it felt unnecessary. The jewelry's vibe suited handing it over while she was naked anyway.
Alright. Let's do this.
My heart pounded a little. Okay, a lot. Don't shake. Have confidence. Sylvia likes me. I like her too. So just boldly show her these feelings.
I draped a robe loosely over her, exposing the bare skin from her breasts to her navel, and had her sit on the edge of the bed. Then, like a proper proposal, I dropped to one knee.
"Sylvia."
"Huh? Yeah?"
Click.
To her slightly flustered look, I called her name in a quiet but clear voice and held out the small box. Inside the opened case sat a pair of delicate hoop ornaments.
Sylvia's eyes trembled as she stared at what I offered. I asked her,
"Will you accept these, my master?"
"...This is... Huh? These... these...?"
"I was summoned against my will at first, but I've always been happy as your slave. I don't have the guts for more yet, so this is all I prepared. Sorry."
"No! Don't say sorry...! I'm, I'm so, so happy...!"
What I'd given Sylvia was a pair of tightening hoop ornaments that resembled nipple piercings. Shaped like the circlet from Journey to the West that Son Goku wore, they were silver to match her hair. Her cheeks flushed adorably, her eyes burning hotter than ever, shining brighter.
Sylvia handed the box back and asked,
"Can you put them on me now...?"
"Of course."
We both stood. She thrust out her pretty breasts—nipples still perky and pointy from my soapy kneading and rubbing in the bathroom just moments ago—arching her back with hands behind her in a defenseless pose.
I'd seen it countless times, but this pose was insanely hot. Fuu—
"Eek...!"
I leaned in slightly, brought my lips close to her nipple, blew a warm breath, then slipped on the tiny hoop-like circlet.
Vrrr... squeeze...!
"Hahk...!"
Once I channeled mana into the nipple hugging her erect bud just right, it tightened with a pleasure-amplifying function. This magical nipple hoop could vibrate at my command. After finishing the left breast, a shivering Sylvia offered the right one.
Fuu—
"Uuhng...!"
Vrrr... sqqueeze...!
"Haaang...!!"
I could make my master horny anytime with ease, but with this pair of nipple hoops, our pervy play would be even simpler. More than that, it was rare in this world for a guy to gift something so fetishistic of his own accord. Even with deep affection, getting a girl something she'd love took time. I didn't care, but apparently that was the norm here. That's why my pervy master looked ecstatic.
Mission accomplished, since my goal was exactly to make Sylvia happy. I suppressed the rush of glee. Don't grin like an idiot. But it didn't work. A smug smile crept up anyway.
Sylvia, too, eyed the perverse hoops squeezing her nipples, curling her lips in a wriggly grin. A twisted, adorable smile. We smiled at each other.
A naked woman with just a robe slung over her shoulders, exposing everything from tits to pussy, grinning lewdly at the metal on her nipples... My dick ached like hell.
Sylvia slowly composed herself. For someone decked out in fetish gear, she flashed a pure, radiant smile before hugging me tight.
"What my slave gave me... I'll treasure it forever."
Feeling her firm metal ornaments and nipples lead the way as her breasts pressed in, I hugged her back fiercely. This brought our master-slave bond even closer.
After a hot kiss, I lifted her languid, cum-drunk body onto the bed. I joined her, holding tight as we drifted off. A happier night than any before.
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The next day marked my first time observing a magic academy class since arriving in this world. At first, all the male slaves headed to the kitchen, so I followed. Feeling out of place among the chirpy pretty boys gossiping like birds, I bolted and ended up the lone guy in the lecture hall.
Luckily, I slipped in before class started and snagged the seat next to Sylvia.
"Hohoho. It's been ages since a boy sat in on my lecture."
The middle-aged professor spotted me and let out a hearty laugh. She had that friendly auntie face you see at markets, marts, cafes—but a powerhouse on par with or above Sylvia! Better to get on her good side. I bowed politely and sat straight.
...The lecture was boring. I barely understood a word. Fuck, this is dull.
I slipped my hand under Sylvia's armpit next to me, lifting her effortlessly onto my lap in a back hug. The class's eyes locked on us. Why?
"...Hohoho. You two are close."
One line from the professor, and class resumed. What the hell? Oh shit! Everyone saw that. Fuck... too late now, just play it cool.
Sylvia in my arms blushed to her ears, but peeking down, her lips twitched upward happily. Good. No one kicked up a fuss. Plus, no more boredom. Holding her was a massive cheat code.
Feeling her softness and warmth, I endured the dull lecture.
"That's it for today. We'll pick up next time."
As the professor left, eyes turned back our way—curiosity mixed with jealousy. Pushing through came one girl.
"Armani! Got a sec?"
Straight to the wrong name... Right, Armani's Sylvia's family name. I eyed the girl who'd spoken.
Tall at 175cm, a lanky build that was pretty but flat as a board. Slender, sure, but her rude approach made me picture a skinny water strider in my head. Looking up: hair pinned up with a hairpin-like ornament. Cute style, but no match for Sylvia's. Staring at that long neck made me want to chokeslam her, so I looked away. Long lashes half-hid her eyes—false ones? Small eye slits, upturned corners screamed "villainess noble." Pointy nose, thick lips—like a Hollywood actress cherry-picked for flaws. Some might like it. But zero feminine charm... Hard to pin down. Like a singer girls fawn over as "cool unnie." In modern times, saying that outright would get me canceled as misogynist, but not here, so whatever. Sylvia sucked dick fine without a big mouth anyway.
...So what did she want? In the brief moment before summoning, my old self would've finished the rude face-judging by now. Sylvia spoke for me.
"Can't spare a second. Break's short. Blind? I'm busy goofing with my slave. Say it later."
Pure rejection. She even laid her hand on my arm, pulling me to hug her tighter.
"Hah! You. Abusing your family power to chase out Seris, huh? And now playing house shamelessly with that slave like nothing happened?"
"Hmph. Where'd you hear that bullshit? She messed up with me, apologized, and transferred. What's it to you? Buzz off. You ruined a good mood."
"Hanging with that ugly slave is more important than explaining what you did to my friend!?"
Oof, a 175cm girl closing in and growling... intimidating.
She had some sense—no wand drawn. Though maybe that's normal? But Sylvia bristled at "ugly guy" for me and whipped out her wand. Whoa, don't. Her eyes turned murderous as she clutched it tight in my arms.
Still cute and pretty, but her voice dripped venom.
"You. Know what happens if you insult a noble's slave without cause? Duel?"
Gulp...She's scared her off.
"...S-Sorry... I got heated. Um, Armani's slave? Sorry for dragging you in. My bad."
She backed down fast against Sylvia. After a split-second think, I replied.
"It's fine. But Seris did something serious enough to leave the academy. Thanks to my master's mercy, it stayed quiet. Poking at it now just hurts her more, right?"
I wanted to pile on, but with other witches watching, I prioritized Sylvia's rep and smoothed it over. Lucky you.
"I-I see... Makes sense when you put it calmly."
Convinced—or just grabbing the out to avoid a duel?—she nodded and retreated.
The other witches who'd been watching whispered right away.
"Armani's slave's kinda unique, right? Acts like a girl even as a guy. Personality from that face?"
"Don't badmouth a guy's looks. Scary if Sylvia hears—might challenge to duel again. ...Not cute by any stretch, but chatting casually with girls? Kinda likable."
"Suits Sylvia. They look close."
"Armani had no slave before break, right? Must be recent summon."
"Soulmates?"
"Sylvia's twenty this year. Coming-of-age not long ago. Summer summon means about a month together."
"Whoa! Thought she was just short—turns out she's young. Cocky makes sense."
"Armani's arrogance is overhyped. She's skilled; others avoid her first, built the image."
"Look close, Sylvia's kinda boyish-cute."
"Eww. Don't go lesbo on us."
"What! Everyone calls her ugly, but boyish-cute fits."
"Shut it! She's a girl—what boyish? Enough gross talk."
Romance fuels gossip everywhere, huh. Sylvia, once ignored, now centered—treatment shifted. Hearing "boyish" nonstop reminded me of kitchen pretty boys, goosebumps rising.
Fuck! My cute master's a big-tits woman. Not for you twink slaves.
"Hng...♡"
Shaking off the nightmare, I rubbed Sylvia's soft skin for comfort.