A Slave Feeling Like a Dunce Among Smart Witches... Hurt Feelings Lead to Leashing My Owner for a Walk
After that, as I continued attending lectures alongside those genius witches, I started seeing them in a new light—I'd been looking down on them a bit, calling them perverts in my mind. Every single one of them listened to the professor with intense focus. There wasn't a single witch with a poor attitude toward learning. I was the only one stuck in the middle, unable to catch even one word out of every ten.
Boring.
Sylvia noticed my mood and patted me comfortingly, which bruised my pride a little. Trying to keep it quiet so no one around could hear, she squirmed in my lap and whispered right into my ear. Did this cute owner of mine not hear all the witches turning their heads at once? Well, I couldn't hear it either—it was just my imagination, triggered by their stares.
"...Don't feel too down about it. Witches have to understand and handle all sorts of magical tasks that society can't function without. They're all destined to be at the core of essential social structures, so they've been drilled rigorously since childhood."
I thought they just studied pervy stuff.
"...Once they reach the age to formally attend the academy, the level of lectures naturally ramps up. It's not weird that even commoners can't understand a single word. Especially you, a guy suddenly thrust into a lecture hall full of us girls—there's absolutely no reason to feel ashamed about not following along."
"That damn 'commoner' talk. Owner, I'm not a commoner."
Hmm, what's my status back on modern Earth? I have voting rights as a citizen... fuck, am I a serf? Maybe commoner sounds better.
"Yeah, yeah, you're my slave."
"No, that's not what I—argh."
Sylvia didn't mean it that way, but it felt like I was being belittled, and I wanted to boost my self-esteem. But what could I even do in this world? Even here, they've got pretty much everything. And honestly, even if something was missing, could a guy like me invent soap or paper? No way.
Let's be real... I'm totally a useless bum here.
Suddenly, I felt like taking a walk. A way to restore my pride... it was cowardly, but grabbing the leash of my elite silver-haired beauty owner was the answer. Putting a dog collar on this brilliant, gorgeous girl and holding her leash would make me feel superior—no doubt about it. Perfect. The lecture's over anyway. Let's go.
I rummaged around Sylvia's waist, trapped between my knees and arms.
"Huh? Wha—?"
Without explaining what I was doing, I reached into the subspace bag and yanked out the dog collar, snapping it around her neck. Click. My hands fastened a red collar around her slender neck, matching her ruby-red eyes perfectly. She looked utterly erotic now.
"Why!? Why!?"
Sylvia accepted the sudden collar without resistance, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"We've been cooped up in the classroom forever. Wanna take a quick stroll?"
"Not in the middle of town or anything, but here?"
The middle of town is fine, but not here? What's the difference?
"Kinda embarrassing in front of people you know?"
"No! I love it!"
For whatever reason, Sylvia was thrilled like a puppy wagging its tail. I pulled out the leash with its ring and clipped it to her collar, turning her into an even more perverted sight. The witches around us watched the whole process with mouths agape.
"Let's take a light lap around."
"Yes, yes!"
Sylvia's lips curled up in a lewd grin as she nodded. I'd suggested it pettily to get over my feelings of inadequacy by lording over my owner, but seeing how much she loved it melted away my impure intentions, and my mood lifted.
Prioritizing what Sylvia likes comes first. Guess the boring lecture just tired out my brain.
I reflected briefly, then naturally thought of other things she'd enjoy.
Should I try this too? She prefers when I don't ask... Yeah, something like this, controlled by my will?
"Hyaa!?"
Sylvia reacted like a startled cat. I'd silently vibrated the ring clamped on her nipple, catching her off guard. It was just a light buzz, but with it squeezing her nipple tight, plus the metal amplifying pleasure, I couldn't know exactly how good it felt without trying it myself. Still, I could guess it was intense. Just watching made my mouth water. Her body shivered as she turned to me with lustful eyes, then trotted ahead like an eager pet. I adjusted the leash length and followed.
"Hey... look over there."
"Huh? What? Whoa!"
"Th-they're walking her on a leash right now?"
"Hng...♡"
Savoring the shocked whispers and reactions, my owner walked with her nerves on edge. Probably fighting not to lose herself to the nipple ring squeezing and buzzing against her will. Just holding the leash had me seriously aroused too. This dominating thrill was different from straight-up sex—pure ecstasy. An item exclusive to nobles that existed but was rarely used... word of the collar and leash spread quietly, drawing witches who slinked over to watch. Like how crowds gather for street events or proposals, Sylvia's leashed walk became a spectacle in seconds.
"Whoa, I've seen that before. Limited edition from Leah's Atelier."
"Limited edition my ass. It's all for collecting."
"And someone's actually using it?"
"Tch... fine, say that's true. Still, my slave putting one on me feels a million miles away. You're checking it out, though? Watching that stuff just makes my chest ache."
"We're seeing a real walk right now! Doesn't that mean it's possible for us too?"
"Haa... it's been almost half a year since I summoned mine, and all I get is bath service now. A collar? In my dreams."
"Half a year is pretty quick, isn't it? You jealous?"
Hearing their chatter, Sylvia puffed up proudly.
"Heh...♡"
And like last time, she seemed to take pride in being collared and paraded in front of others. Just a guess, but maybe it was like showing off an affectionate boyfriend. ...Me as the affectionate boyfriend? Pretty self-flattering, but heh. Even if I came up with it myself, and it feels a bit too easy, Sylvia's acting just like I imagined—no reason to deny it or feel down.
I shook off the needless thoughts and strode confidently through the onlookers like a purebred dog owner, making sure not to embarrass my owner Sylvia.
Dog might be a stretch?
"...♡"
With Sylvia looking so blissful it was like her tail was wagging in hallucination, maybe it wasn't.
Glancing around, the male slaves were all holed up resting somewhere—no sign of them. The growing crowd was nothing but witches. Maybe because they were the same gender as Sylvia, they didn't mind her lewd display in public. Honestly, even in front of those pretty boy slaves, it wouldn't faze me much. I still vividly remembered them averting their eyes during our village walk, like they hated seeing anything sexy. Their gazes were lecherous enough to be embarrassing as they ogled like it was some romantic event, but I'd blended into this world enough not to feel awkward.
When a big crowd had gathered, I tugged the leash of my excited, aroused Sylvia to a stop.
"Guh...!?"
Sylvia, walking ahead, couldn't go further as the leash went taut, stumbling to a halt. She let out a choked gasp, then turned back puzzled. I strode right up to her.
"Whoa!"
"Gasp..."
Shocked murmurs rose around us. Because I'd kissed Sylvia. I gripped her chin, lowered my body, and pressed our faces close. I tilted her head and claimed her lips. Slid my tongue in and swirled it around. Her surprised eyes widened, then fluttered shut as she tangled her tongue with mine. Mwah♡ Slurp♡ Smooch♡ We deep-kissed right there in front of everyone. After the blatant display of affection, I caressed her cheek and stroked her hair. With my free hand, I intertwined our fingers and kneaded them, planting a few more smack-smack kisses while cranking up the vibration on her magical nipple rings.
Vrrr... vrrr...
"Hnnng...♡"
"Whoa..."
"Did you see? See? Their tongues were going in and out!"
"Gulp... someday me too...!"
The witches gawked and made a huge fuss watching us. No surprise—I'd never seen those skimpy pretty boys initiate anything physical either. In their eyes, I must've looked like a rare, proactive guy.
I shook the leash to resume the walk, but after the skinship, Sylvia's mood shifted. She gripped my hand tight and shot me a meaningful glance.
What's this about?
Not getting it, I let her tug my hand as she briskly led me somewhere. Thud-thud. We arrived at... the women's bathroom.