C District Tour Wrapped Up. Huh? Just Toothpaste and a Brush? My Conscience Stings from the Secret Stash Bought While Master Fainted

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Ugh. So damn soaked.

I quickly rescued the passed-out Sylvia from my hand. In a secluded spot with no people around, I checked that she was breathing steadily, then wiped her down from the sticky fluids she'd leaked all over herself. I used a cleaning magic tool she'd recommended before to swiftly dry her off. I draped a single robe over her limp, lewd naked body and hoisted her onto my back.

I could've just left her in the bag and carried it—that would've been easier for me, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she'd probably love it—but I didn't. Even so, I could put up with this minor inconvenience for my beloved Sylvia. Not that she could enjoy it right now, passed out as she was.

I considered heading back to the dorm, but I couldn't decide that on my own. We'd come here for her school trip, after all, and I was just along for the ride. As her slave, my role was simple: carry her piggyback until she woke up.

With Sylvia on my back, I continued my solo window-shopping. What was C District like, anyway...? With Sylvia out cold, Dark Bringer tagged along in her place.

[It's been a while, boy.]

"What do you mean 'a while'? You've been here the whole time."

[I tactfully hung back while you and the master's master were flirting, so it feels like ages.]

"Aw, feeling left out? Sorry about that."

[Hmph. As if this one would feel left out.]

Dark Bringer had unlocked her true power lately, letting her do all sorts of things—like transforming into a bracelet accessory right now. She'd always been with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠us, but she held back from interrupting our lovey-dovey moments... though with us glued together 24/7, she barely got a word in. Sorry about that.

[Quit fidgeting and let's get sightseeing, boy. This one wants to enjoy herself while the master's master is out cold.]

"You like checking out stuff like this?"

[Well, I do...]

"You do?"

[I-I mean, this one has some interest in human society! It's a good way to kill time!]

"Ah, gotcha."

With Sylvia on my back, I wandered the workshops, chatting with Dark Bringer. The first place blew my mind with its product.

It was toothpaste advertised as making women go into heat, sold without a matching toothbrush set. "The slave licks it clean," they said.

"Hey, eyeball. What do you think this is? No clue here."

[Hmm... I know right away, but I'll hold my tongue for your growth, boy.]

"Don't act all worldly. You're hilarious."

Soon, a guy who seemed connected to the shop—probably the owner's slave—approached, clutching a huge bag. Yeah, the real owner was probably stuffed inside that...

I ignored it and listened to his explanation. Squeeze it on your tongue, then chupa-chupa while "brushing"—it took me forever to wrap my head around it.

Once he finished, my jaw dropped. No toothbrush meant the slave had to slurp and lick every nook and cranny of the master's mouth instead. Fuck. Sylvia would love this. Bought it.

Outside, I reread the coating on the tube, head spinning.

"Pink Toothpaste... Contains pussy-heat ingredients and a sweet, fragrant scent..."

[The world's come a long way... Such fine inventions.]

"You get this? I don't."

[Ahem! Just imagining from the master's master's perspective!]

"Why yell? Huh. I always wash Sylvia, but she never uses a brush or floss, yet her mouth always smells so sweet... How?"

Did her body have some self-cleaning magic? She did quick oral cleaning spells during frequent blowjobs, and yeah, it always left her pristine. She'd said she magicked herself clean when I wasn't around. Made sense. Satisfied with my theory, I moved to the next workshop.

"Oh, brushes?"

Seemed they specialized in those. Coincidence?

[So many kinds.]

Dark Bringer sounded excited. They sold brushes, sure, but...

"I'm losing my mind."

[Clitoris Brush, it says. Attaches and auto-peels the hood, scrubbing away—devilishly brilliant!]

"Eyeball, why are you impressed?"

I eyed the magic tools, wondering. Does it hurt? Witches might like a little pain, though. Optimized through trial and error, it claimed.

"Probes depths automatically, digs in just right. Owner-tested and guaranteed."

Wow. The clit-chikachika one adapts to sensitivity for explosive orgasms. Perfect for Sylvia. Had to buy it.

"These three, please."

"Excellent choices. Thank you."

My face burned; hard to cool down. Sylvia couldn't complain—I'd bought what she'd like.

"Eyeball, this isn't 'cause I'm a perv. My master's the perv."

[Pathetic, boy.]

"Just say it."

The press of Sylvia's tits against my back soothed my flaming cheeks. Like a status effect cure for embarrassment.

"Master's taking her sweet time waking up."

[Worry not, boy. A girl's body isn't so frail it needs fretting from a boy like you.]

Heading to the next workshop, I checked on her again. Tough as she was, her hypersensitive maso pussy didn't change. How could I ignore how she came endlessly before I even finished once? I'd caught her blackout this time because I'd seen it so often.

Our maso master with her pathetic ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy often short-circuited during continuous climaxes if I finished inside as the finisher. Experience told me sealed-confinement-bag-sex led to high blackout odds on squirting orgasm. Spot on—she passed out, and I rescued her in time.

"Argh."

[Boy? What's that sudden groan?]

"Nothing. Wanna check that one next?"

I tried processing it calmly, but from start to finish, it was just insane. Time to reflect. I'd do it again, sure, but for normal-guy cred, reflect anyway.

This shop had another bag-clutching slave greeting us. Enough already, ladies.

"What's your main product?"

Slam. Pass.

Outside, Dark Bringer asked,

[Why not buy it, boy!?]

"Enema slime... for the ass? Creepy. Feels alive."

[Brainless, they said!? Passing up such genius! It's just a lab-cultured mindless blob! Boy! Close your eyes and try it once, no real worries...!!]

"Why are you hyped?"

[J-Just a shame... Not real shit or anything... Master's master might be disappointed...]

"Nah. Even in rainbow colors, it's still poop play. I could do anything, but do I wanna? Pass."

[Ah......]

Why's Eyeball so bummed? Suspicious, but dropping the topic.

On the way, Sylvia stirred.

"Hngnya...?"

"Ah! Sylvia's awake?"

"Mmm... Yawwwn."

She nuzzled my neck, then slid down, stretching luxuriously.

"Kuuung...! Haaah~"

Stiff from bag confinement, she looked blissful loosening up. Her robe hiked, flashing smooth legs. Right, nothing underneath. I pulled her cadet uniform from my subspace pouch.

Seeing her clothes in my hand, she magicked a quick privacy screen right there in the street. Dressed her swiftly—cadet outfit and cloak complete. She beamed, grabbing my hand.

"My slave, what'd you get up to?"

"Bought stuff you'd like, master."

I hadn't touched her coin pouch. Couldn't while she was out. Used my pocket money, obviously.

She caught on from my tone, smirking V-shaped. Cute.

"Heehee. What'd you buy?"

...Enema slime flashed, but Dark Bringer stayed mum, so she'd never know. Her eyes sparkled at my haul—adorable, but stirred weird feelings. Silver-haired beauty beaming at pervy tools? Peak mismatch.

"Wh-what's this?"

Her lips twitched; she guessed but wanted me to say it.

"Polishes the clit to mirror-shine sparkle."

"H-hngg... R-really...? ♡"

Whoa, blushing hard. Lewd grin—how cute is that? Truly my lovable pervy master, I thought.

Before sunset, we hit most remaining C District workshops.

"Nothing as wild as B District's Limb Severance Device."

"Heehee. That flopped, remember?"

"Right. Didn't belong in B then."

"But you got a point, my slave. Lewd enough, but only the Portable Owner Hole Case really went thump in my chest."

Enema slime crossed my mind again, but I zipped it.

"Tomorrow it is, then!"

Heading back to the dorm, we passed that shop. I kept eyes forward, ignoring it. Sorry for the fib, master.