Talking Beastkin Bitches and Speechless Monster Cunts Devour Village Men! – 2-Night 3-Day Outdoor Training, Day 1
Sylvia declared it.
"Then, for the sake of noble dignity, we can't get ourselves dirtied by mud, so building a structure comes first. Above all, we can't make our slaves sit on the cold ground! Who wants to do it?"
"Ugh~, Sylvia, you're the only cadet witch who can build something like that. You're playing dirty~?"
"......Questions with obvious answers...... forbidden......"
"Ahem! No helping it~. Guess I'll have to step up."
Sylvia puffed out her chest proudly, as if to show off. She then pointed her wand forward and chanted the spell. And soon enough.
Rumble...! Crunchhh...!
With Sylvia's [Craft] magic, a watchtower sprang up in an instant. It was a narrow but tall structure. With no entrance, the only ways for the witches to get up seemed to be [Levitation] or [Fly] magic.
"Come on, Julius, hug your big sis~?"
"Ah, I'll hug you myself, so don't say it like that... it's embarrassing...!"
"......My special Dale cushion here......"
Poof— Hailey and Yan gently coaxed their slaves into embracing them. They subtly pressed the boys' heads deep into their breasts. The slaves' embarrassed expressions buried into the soft flesh, and in response, lewd glints flickered in the witches' eyes.
"Hehehe."
"......Heh......"
A faint blush rose on their cheeks. Those two were definitely the type who had already succeeded in getting their slaves to attend them at night. Bragging arrogantly during lecture breaks about how they'd broken their hymens with slave cock was everyday scenery at Saint Georgia Magic Academy. If they were bringing their slaves on this training trip, it was a hundred percent confirmed.
Seeing them blush and get all happy over a little skinship with their slaves, even though they weren't virgins anymore—it kinda reminded me of how Sylvia and I used to be. Among the nobles who weren't freshmen like Hailey and Yan, the witches who couldn't bring their slaves on outdoor training were the real pitiful ones. They probably hadn't gotten close enough to their slaves yet. Guess I'd send some silent cheers their way.
"Sylvia."
"Yeah!"
Pat pat pat. Sylvia trotted over at my call. I slipped my hands under her thighs and lower back, lifting her up.
Her body was soft and light. Unlike the other master-slave pairs, Sylvia and I were doing things backwards. The slave—that's me—was princess-carrying my master Sylvia and leaping up.
I set her down on the flat rooftop of the tower, then gently pried her loose from where she'd buried her face against me, planting her feet on the ground.
[Levitation].
Other master-slave pairs followed, floating up lightly with the slaves hugging them tight. No—surpassing that, they were the ones being hugged by their slaves! Feeling the difference in level, they landed on the roof with envious glances at Sylvia.
Sylvia, still clinging to me with both arms, turned her head to flash them a smug, infuriating smile. Now you're gonna get hated. I stroked her head to help her manage her expression, and she melted into a dopey grin. If anything, Yan and Hailey's envious stares only intensified.
"Puhah—"
Dale yanked his head out from between Yan's breasts and hopped down in a fluster.
"Ah......"
At Yan's disappointed voice, Dale fidgeted before mumbling an excuse.
"Ugh, when I'm trapped in Master's tits, I can smell that naughty scent, and it's torture."
"S-Sorry......"
What the hell kind of conversation was that? I seemed to be the only one dumbfounded. Sylvia spoke up.
"I made a rest area downstairs too, so two of us can split left and right for watch duty, rotating one person every hour."
"Oh? If we cycle it, the first shifter only does an hour, then it's fair—two hours on, one off."
"......Two bitches watching left and right...... not a bad idea......"
"Sylvia built the tower, so how about you take first watch as one of the initial two? And you rotate out first."
"Time will even it out anyway, right? You two take first shift. One of you covers the right side. Every hour, the rotator joins left, left moves to right, and right goes rest."
Wasn't first watch the best? The thought crossed my mind briefly, but since it wasn't all-night duty and only one of the pair rotated, I shrugged it off as not a big deal.
"Slaves came all the way on outdoor training, so they rest together, work together. Any slave object?"
"I'm all for it—."
I answered Sylvia's question faster than anyone. Julius and Dale hesitated, then just followed my lead without knowing what was up.
"Y-Yeah, let's do that!"
"Me too, in favor...? Yes."
Hailey and Yan didn't love putting their slaves to work but looked thrilled at the idea of sticking together constantly.
"We'll be back in an hour—good luck."
We left them behind and headed down the stairs. Reaching the dim lower floor, Sylvia hung magical lanterns on the walls to light it up. Alone at last, she grinned wickedly.
"My slave, we've got less than an hour, so let's just jerk each other off♡"
"Kuh, Sylvia. No thoughts on just resting?"
"This is resting♡"
Sylvia pulled furniture like sofas and tables from her subspace saddlebag, decorating the space. Then she grabbed my hand and yanked me close. She looked like a bitch in heat. She set an hourglass on the table, timed it, and tossed it—perfectly upright, like a pro. She sat me on the sofa, then frantically hiked up her robe-mantle and stripped it off. Sweater, shirt, skirt apron, panties—she shed it all, naked now, and knelt before her slave.
"Master Yuseong-slave, as your slave-exclusive meat toilet owner, may I humbly offer a titjob...?"
"Ah, what kinda play is that now?"
"Shh! Hush! Come on, Yuseong, even with all your pervy ways, you're always so clueless. When Master's like this, just step on me like a good slave!"
She bowed, lifting only her head with axe-glare eyes, demanding it. Bare as the day she was born, flaunting her pretty, slutty body, she prostrated until her forehead nearly touched the floor, waiting for her slave to trample her. No choice—I placed my foot on her crown and pressed down.
"Eek......♡"
Pssht— Pssshk—!!
Just from being stepped on, her maso-Master squirted hard, soaking the floor with pussy juice. To show off to her slave, she hiked her ass high, spreading it wide from behind. I'd coated my shoes with that squishy-clean polish from Witch City for exactly this—trampling in boots left her fluffy silver hair just slightly mussed, no dirt at all. If anything, Sylvia drooled all over herself, dirtying her own mouth. I lifted my foot; she raised only her head, showing a lewd face. I gripped her chin, pulled her up for a kiss, and licked her lips clean.
"Chup..., smooch, slurp♡ Hngg...♡"
As our tongues mingled, I pinched and twisted her perpetually erect nipples, ringed by her nipple hoops. She climaxed again in seconds, squirting pshh pshh. Her pathetic, weak sauce body was the hottest thing ever. No comparison needed—I was confident it was the best in the world.
"Heblup...♡ Chup...♡ Bleh...♡"
As our lips parted, her tongue lolled out, begging to be played with like a spoiled pet. I grabbed it with my hand, toying; she shivered in delight.
"Weren't we gonna jerk each other? You're just treating me like a toy?"
"Heu...♡ Hngg...♡ Herup...♡"
Her eyes glazed over. I let go as she mumbled something around my grip; she snapped back, pouting regretfully.
"Hmph! Ahem—! That was good just now. But! From now until shift change, except when we go relieve them, you lost the bet so treat me like your full-time slave-whore under your thumb—torment me all day!"
"Wait, full-time slave-whore? Isn't that from that novel I read before?"
"S-So what if it's hot! I wanna be your full-time slave-whore too..."
Wanting to be a slave-whore. Since I was the one who sparked it, I couldn't refuse. This world had no such job as prostitute. But the novel did. Sylvia had devoured every book I brought to the room during my breaks, and it'd featured in one. A wildly imaginative author's work.
The protagonist was an absolute supreme archmage bored to death, tripping over a rock in the most ridiculous way—only to wake as a ruthless man's full-time slave-whore in another world, doomed to eternal subjugation. Lingering memories in the possessed body were laments over her pitiful, unjust fate. Conversely, the supreme archmage was somehow a virgin who'd lived without a companion slave, with masochistic tendencies. She pretended to hate it but secretly giggled in bliss as the evil man degraded and trained her into a happy, slutty life.
In the story, to get even sluttier healthily, she gathered mana in her new body to regain power—but the man never noticed her condition or true feelings, continuing rough training forever. Sylvia had been reading it while straddling me, legs splayed, grinding her pussy on my cock—hooked at first, now craving the real thing.
"Sigh. Guess I'm Master again?"
Who knew how many times I'd been Sylvia's "Master" in the past year.
"...No time for buildup, but like in the book, I lost the blackmail bet humiliatingly and became a slave-whore, so treat me that way?"
With that, Sylvia rummaged through her discarded clothes for the saddlebag. She reached into the subspace, pulling out a dog collar and leash. She collared herself, attached the leash, then crawled on knees to hand it to me deferentially.
How long had this been going on? I took the leash and yanked it taut.
"Kgh...!"
Pulled tight, Sylvia's face twisted in humiliated ecstasy. I got into character too. Bad guy mode. Couldn't say no when Master wanted to play slave-whore.
After all our prior romps like this, I knew the drill.
"Hey, bitch! Pants off."
"Damn...♡ Why me, to a guy like this."
Sylvia struggled to suppress her sweet voice as she pulled down my pants and freed my cock.
"Eek!"
"What's with the freakout?"
"I-I'm a virgin! Seeing something this diiiirty, gulp. O-Of course I freak out!"
The novel she'd read was shockingly gender-reversed. By my standards, a double-reverse—back to normal. Her treating my cock like filth was spot-on for the story. Both novel protag and Sylvia were acting, though. Anyway, time to play the tormentor.
"Ho, a virgin? Heh. Come sit by me."
"Ugh... Y-You bastard!"
The nipple-hooped, naked, collared bitch awkwardly covered herself as she sat beside me on the sofa. I yanked her hand to grip my cock.
"Eek... Sticky...♡"
She tried pulling away, but I forced her hand down, making her hold it.
"Hah! Don't touch...♡ Stop...♡"
I spread her legs too, touching her; she twitched, weakly slapping my chest with her tiny palm.
"You'll live as my full-time slave-whore forever, so if you wanna make it easy, better obey nicely from the start? Kehhehe."
"Eek...♡ Too much...♡"
Her acting was hopeless. Trying for scared, but her eyes welled sweetly, lips twitching—she'd fool no one in real life.
Acting with sex is impossible to fix.
I gave up, pried open her drooling pussy, and tormented her clit.
"Hee...!? Wh-What...♡!?"
Sylvia jolted like it was her first clit pleasure, then sneakily kneaded my cock. No—virgins don't secretly fondle dick. Ruining the mood, so overlook it again. Damn, horny but dialogue's a chore. All full of cock.
"Ahh, that's pleasure."
"Pl-Pleasure...!?"
"Yeah. And it's polite to grab and shake the cock of the man fingering your pussy. Don't know that basic stuff?"
"...R-Really?"
Dumbly falling for it, Sylvia started jerking me off. Like the book, she was just pretending to be duped. I played the deceiving man. Sneering vilely, I fingered her pussy hole, grinding.
"Hii! Hak...♡ Heek...♡ Weird...♡ Should feel bad for a bad guy like you...! Eut...♡"
Sensation building, I grabbed her head, shoving my cock in her mouth.
"...Gub!? Umm...!! Hawm...!? Hoover...♡"
I kept squelching her pussy while pressing her head down. She squirted pfft pfft, forced to suck. Unlike usual, for acting she tried not swallowing cum—but no room, so gulp gulp down it went. Followed by humiliated face acting. ...Trying hard, but eyes crinkled happily, pupils heart-shaped. Swallowing semen, she squirted her juices again pshh pshh.
"Umm...♡ Um...♡ Hoover...♡ Hawm...♡"
Thus passed our slave-whore treatment handjob-fellatio session. Time to dress—about fifty minutes in, hourglass done, alarm beeping.
"Haaang...♡"
"Snap out of it. Time to go up."
"Nuuu......♡"
I cleaned the wobbly Sylvia with magic tools and dressed her. On shift change, Hailey and Yan blushed, sneaking peeks at her obvious post-fuck look. Yan gulped, dragging Dale downstairs. Hailey's face promised she'd expect the same in an hour.
Peaceful. Hope it stays like this, but my gut said otherwise.
Hmm... Feels like an attack tonight...
Common trope instinct. No real danger vibe though—maybe just spectate.
Thinking that, I stood watch in Sylvia's stead as she slumped.