Morning of the Outdoor Training Departure: My Master Cums Her Brains Out from Slave Service – Way Too Sexy! Ultimate Slave Life Bliss!
A week had flown by, and it was an early morning just before dawn when I woke up. I gently brushed aside the soft silver hair slipping between my fingers.
But if I kept this up, I'd lose track of time entirely, so I always made sure to set the hourglass on the bedside table.
Just a little longer.
I stroked her beautiful locks, gazing at Sylvia sleeping peacefully like an angel.
"Mm…"
She had a body that squirted fluids wildly or in streams during lewd play, but even with her mouth slightly parted in sleep, she never drooled.
It's still amazing no matter how many times I see it.
I pulled my hand away from her silver strands and slipped a finger into my mouth—
"Chup… slurp… chuup…♡"
Somehow knowing it was her slave's, she licked it lewdly even in her unconscious state. Only then did saliva start to flow, all sticky and wet.
"Gulp…"
Even by accident, she never bit down with her teeth during sleep. She was always so careful with her slave's body. What kind of heart did it take to lick like this, all smack smack?
As someone who was just a slave and not her master, I'd probably never understand.
Nights spent attending to her like this only deepened our sticky master-slave bond. Her demeanor grew more aggressive and sadistic, like a predator devouring a doe—yet it warmed my heart all the same.
Today's the day for outdoor training. When should I wake her…?
I pondered as I adjusted her wake-up time, watching her tongue work obscenely with a slurp slurp that was hard to believe came from pure unconsciousness.
Even after countless sessions over the past year, sex with her never got old.
After breeding like animals where it was unclear who was really receiving night service, she'd diligently clean her slave's cock with a devoted blowjob even in her dazed state—who could get tired of a beauty like that after just a year?
And with her incredible potential, her future as a powerful witch was all but guaranteed! Like her mother-in-law Cliana, she'd stay just like this no matter how much time passed.
Even after bearing children and becoming a mom, or seeing her grandkids and turning into a grandma, her appearance would remain that of a cute girl, playfully demanding to be toyed with. It'd be impossible to grow bored of a capable master like that—even if I tried to force it.
Not that I've ever tried, but yeah.
Anyway.
"Hngm… mmm…♡"
"Kh…! Why does my master always blush like that?"
A flush spread across Sylvia's cheeks as she suckled my index finger in her sleep. What kind of dream was she having? It was lewd as hell.
Before I knew it, thirty minutes had passed, and the hourglass let out a small, clear chime as the sun began to rise. Time to wake her.
I gently extracted my finger from the mouth of my strong, beautiful master who loved lewd play but was absurdly sensitive and fragile in return—utterly lovable in her perversion.
Pop.
"Hngg~…"
She whined cutely, as if reluctant to let go. I wanted to watch her longer, but the day had broken, so I had to wake her.
I reached out and poked her soft cheek. The way the squishy skin dented and bounced back was addictive. Shaking off the trance, I whispered in her ear.
"Master, time to get up? Come on~."
Her closed eyelids fluttered, her lips curved into a grin, and she beamed without a trace of grumpiness. Even waking up, she was the perfect master.
Her eyes slowly opened. She blinked twice, then fixed her ruby-red gaze on me. My reflection shone in those clear, beautiful crimson depths.
A year of mana influence had transformed my body into something healthy—even handsome with a bit of flattery. Using my cute master's pupils as a mirror to admire myself?
Heh. Luxurious. This is the life.
She quickly narrowed her big doe eyes into crescents and wriggled her upper body closer. Her small face, graspable in one hand, tilted up arrogantly, lips pursed in silent demand: Kiss your master.
Obediently as her slave, I offered my mouth. As master, she submissively massaged my tongue, marking her territory with her saliva before taking mine in return.
What was this mana, anyway? Even though we brushed habitually, it was almost scary how it eliminated morning breath like some self-cleaning effect.
Such idle thoughts vanished amid the ongoing exchange of soft flesh. The deep kiss lasted several minutes before Sylvia finally pressed her lips to mine with a smack and pulled back.
Yet her arms and legs stayed entwined around me, rubbing her soft skin against mine—was she really planning to separate?
Now a veteran slave well-versed in his master's whims, I moved decisively. I disentangled her pliant limbs and sat up.
She tilted her head, lips pouting in feigned sulkiness.
I lifted the covers, revealing her in a sheer dark gray negligee. Scooping her up princess-style by sliding my arms under her back and knees, she finally smiled prettily and nestled in.
Morning routine: bath service. I stripped off the negligee, leaving her naked.
"Hyut…! Haaang♡!"
"Hey, hold still."
"Nng♡ Hngggut…♡!"
Trembling on the bath chair, legs splayed wide like a criminal caught by the cops, arms locked behind her in rigid pose—I washed every inch with lukewarm water, splash splash.
After rubbing her body lewdly clean, we lay in 69 on the bathroom waterbed. She took my cock in her mouth while I scrubbed her urethra, anus, and pussy with the brush, scrub scrub.
"Huum…♡! Mmm… mm… gulp… kuuhum…♡"
My master had no breaks—cumming from pussy cleaning, cumming from slurping semen. The lewd service, which only made her squirt messily, took nearly an hour to finish.
With just a bathrobe barely covering her ample breasts, cheeks flushed and smiling dreamily—she was adorable.
Next: dressing service. Handling my master, who stayed statue-still like a sex slave, reacting only to her slave's touch.
I quickly dressed myself first. Then, covering her perpetually erect-nipple-pierced breasts with a nipple bra, I slipped my hands inside once more to position them perfectly.
"Hngut, haaang…♡"
"Endure it."
"Doon't stooop…♡ Hit, hngit♡ My slave, your hands are too lewd…"
"Not my fault. It's because Sylvia's body is too sensitive."
Knead knead knead.
"Heeung…♡ Hiiung…♡"
Hooking the clasp sealed her masochistic breasts, making her shiver masochistically as if bound by ropes. Just the nipple bra had her pussy soaked with nectar.
Ignoring it, I stood behind her, spread index and middle fingers to pry open her clenched slit, and peeled back her clit hood with the other hand.
"Hak…♡"
Her freshly washed, glistening erect clit gleamed proudly. Even after a year, this mysterious ritual: clit orgasm check.
"Checking clitoris orgasm?"
"Hngut, nng…♡"
Maintaining her sex-slave pose, she gleefully let her slave toy with her. It didn't take long—her cute urethra proudly squirted a pssh.
"Haaak…! Haak…♡!"
Her pussy unleashed nectar in denial, pssh pshh!!
"Pshht— pshhht—!!"
"Hiiiii…♡"
Held firm from behind in just her nipple bra, she let out a dazed moan for me. As her slave, how could I not nibble her earlobe and praise her?
"You squirted so nicely. Clit and pussy both perfect?"
"Haaang♡ Haaa…♡ Heeung…."
Whimpering hii hii each time her ear was nibbled, she sighed dreamily at her slave's praise, legs splayed obscenely.
I used a water spirit magic tool to clean the pussy-juice mess from her thighs and floor, then slipped on her panties.
"Hng, haaaa…"
Dressing her was always fun when she twitched lewdly even then.
Every time, this skirt is no joke.
I picked up the pleated skirt so tight around the waist it seemed impossible. Lifting her leg, I slid it up from below. Past plump thighs to her flared hips, narrowing sharply at the thin waist, stopping below the navel and hooking it shut.
"Hiit♡"
"Kuh, no idea why you make those noises."
"M-me neither!"
Our usual exchange. She claimed moans slipped out unconsciously. Untouched by other women, but my hands made her lose it. Where else was there a body this lewd?
"Perverted master."
"Hit, don't forget—'pervert' is a compliment for girls like me?"
"I know. That's why it's praise."
I slipped on her shirt and tied the red tie.
"Hak."
"I didn't tie it that tight."
"Hng… You could tie it tighter?"
"Shh. No lewd talk. Be quiet."
"Shhh♡"
So cheekily playful.
More endearing than anything, but whatever. Words couldn't capture her multifaceted cuteness.
I paused to admire her figure. The dark gray skirt hugged her petite frame's harmonious hips and slim waist down to mid-thigh. The white shirt strained its buttons to contain her rocket-like breasts.
Hold strong.
The red tie crossed the bulging center.
"Sylvia, you're… probably the sexiest body in the world."
"Kuhehe. Reaaally~?"
"Dead serious. The truth."
She grinned V-shaped at my sincerity. After all, praise from a slave was a master's delightful luxury.
"Hng~♡ Ahem! Thanks."
Smiling back, I finished dressing her. Arms up, thin sweater over the shirt. The loose fit hid her waist, toning down the bust a bit.
Regrettable.
But it half-covered the skirt, making it mini-like. Finally, the black cloak-robe inside red, outside black, and wide-brimmed witch hat.
"Second-year witch cadet Master Sylvia? Outfit complete~."
"Thanks~♡"
Smack. She kissed me in gratitude.
"Shall we?"
"Yeah! Gimme your hand."
Fingers interlocked, we headed out.
On the way to outdoor training, I kneaded her small, soft hand and asked.
"Cafeteria's closed today, right?"
"Yeah. We're heading straight out."
According to Sylvia's breathless explanation amid last night's panting sex, they ate dry rations for a realistic field feel.
Combat rations? Boot camp?
But rich girl Sylvia had a subspace pouch exception to eat whatever she wanted—hilarious. As an Earthling, I couldn't hide my shock at such personal privileges.
Accepting class differences without complaint from academy and cadets alike.
Right, class society here.
Living so comfortably, I'd forgotten. But still, this lax? Isekai?
Shouldn't there be mud-caked desperation, monster threats, betrayals, power struggles, NTR, catfights for reason? No wars, no famines—just a beautiful fantasy world sucking honey with my cute master.
Awesome.
Yeah, this worked. Interlocked with Sylvia—big hat dwarfing her small head, robe flapping—I muttered inwardly.
Best slave life ever.
I looked forward to whatever awaited in outdoor training. Felt like camping. Sylvia probably had sausages in her pouch—we'd grill 'em.