If You Tell Me to Strip, I'll Strip
I came.
I came spectacularly.
I hadn't so much as fidgeted at that place between my own thighs. No man's battering ram had shoved its way in to hammer at the gate. And yet—a scrap of shame, the indecency of the moment, and nothing but the weight of his gaze—and I had tipped, sweetly, over the edge.
Nnh, aah...♡ Wh-what is thiiis... If I keep this up, it's like I'm actually some kind of pervert...
With that thought I hauled my sweat- and slick-soaked body upright, both legs shivering like a newborn foal's.
"Heh. We'll stop here for today."
"Eh...?"
Blas's scorn-laced voice came at me as I found my feet again. The end. After dragging things this far, that meant there would be no foreplay, no fondling, no penetration.
Huh? What...? He's stopping here? We haven't even gotten to the main event. Why on earth...?
At the man's declaration that this strange night was over, my lower mouth began to gape and flutter. That willful, selfish cunt of mine, hungry for nothing but pleasure, surely wanted to say something like this:
"A gaze like this, just being left hanging—I'll never be satisfied with only thaaat...♡"
"Shove that thick cock in and knock-knock on my womb with the head...♡ I want you to pump me full of cock-milk, splurt, pleeease♡"
Lewd sentences the upper mouth could never have easily spat out. And yet—what was this? The one spilling those obscene combinations of words at Blas was none other than my upper mouth, not the lower one. Well. Obvious, if you thought about it. The lower mouth, the cunt, didn't come equipped with a language function.
The problem was why my upper mouth was spewing these lewd words all on its own.
Why, why...? Hey, snap out of it! Act like this and I'm nothing but the lewd pervert that man said I was. Am I really fine being treated that way?
......
Mm, it's fine. I don't care about thaaat... Gimme cock. Cock.
Pack my pussy full of cock, stuff it tight, and make me a brainless little idiot who can't think a single thought, pleeease...♡
Neither my lips nor my head obeyed me in the slightest. The self-driving AI of a lewd female body simply perched on the table of her own accord and spread her own legs. Upper lips and the lower lips bared between those thighs gaped in unison, as if they were a matched pair, and begged Blas like this:
"Pleeease...♡"
"Put Lord Blas's loving switch into this lewd, insolent pussy of mine."
"And then knock on my womb until I'm thrashed senseless—ghk?!"
The lips of that lewd-slut AI, auto-replying exactly as they pleased, began—quite literally—to be thrashed. Only it was not the thrashing they had wanted. It was not a man's cock that did the thrashing. A slap came flying from Blas. And not a light one: a blow fierce enough to knock the body backward and send it rolling across the floor. My lip split, and red blood ran.
"Khh—cough... Nnh, what are you doing! That hurts! What on earth is this supposed to—"
"I told you today was finished. A vulgar bitch shouldn't get above herself."
Blas spat it at me with the look of a man regarding garbage. Blas above, looking down. Me below, collapsed and looking up. As if to brand that fact into me.
......
The pain of the slap, at any rate, snapped me wide awake. What had I been doing just now? Just like that time trapped in the cave. Spreading my legs, begging for a cock...
Nnh—!
Belated shame at my own actions surged up, and my face burned red.
Ugh, just get out... He said it was over, so get out! Think about what just happened once I'm out of here!
Reason restored, I moved to flee the room before I could commit any further humiliations, and snatched up the clothes I had flung to the floor at Blas's earlier command. The moment I did, a rebuke came from him.
"Hey. Who said you could leave with your clothes on?"
"P-pardon...?"
I looked at the clothes clutched in my hands, and the only question common sense allowed rose up in me.
Then I have to get dressed to leave. Is he telling me to walk out of here naked?
But the man named Blas Lepen—the pathetic loser my friend Kim Mo had called him, and called him right—was every bit the vile bastard he'd been named. A sly, snickering look on his face, he said:
"You may have come in dressed, but you leave stripped. Keheheh. Carve this well into that head of yours. As of today, you are mine."
"Nnh...! There are so many servants in the ducal house! Are you telling me to walk around with my c-clothes off where they can all plainly see?!"
"Don't like it? If you don't, leave this house."
"Your parents must be here as well—if they saw me like this...!!"
"Hmph. This is nothing more than the capital mansion. It is not the ducal seat in the domain proper. The two of them are there."
"Nnh..."
"Which means I am master of this house for now. You will obey the master's orders. You vulgar whore wearing Ilien's shell."
With that last word, Blas flicked his hand in a shooing wave. Get out of the room. Or else: if you don't want to be naked, get out of the house.
My gaze stayed on the clothes in my hands.
I have to leave naked? Without these...
And what state was I in now? Setting the nakedness aside—whether from skin soaked in the sweat of arousal, a lewd smell had steeped thick through my whole body, and the fluid that had poured from my groin was smeared sticky between my thighs. Even with my reason back, something viscous kept seeping from between the mound I'd clenched shut...
Nnh...♡
This was not a state I could show another person. But refuse Blas's demand, and I would be thrown out of this house. And I had nowhere to go. Even if I put the clothes on and stepped outside just to spare myself the immediate shame, the future waiting for me would amount to nothing more than putting this body to rough, indiscriminate use. In the sexual sense.
One or the other. A hungry whore, or a well-fed sow. And at that crossroads, I loosened my grip and set the clothes down on the floor.
Clothing is the bulwark by which a person, as a person, defends their own dignity. Someone who walks before others without clothes, not even knowing enough to be ashamed, can hardly be called a proper human being. That is not a person. That is a beast.
......
But I decided to quit being human. I decided to abandon my human rights. I decided to become a beast that knew no shame. Because with nothing but this worthless, lewd carcass, the world outside was far too frightening.
"I understand..."
He gave no answer.
"If I leave undressed, nnh... that will do, won't it? I'll be going."
"Yes. Get out."
That ended the conversation with Blas. And I left his room—not a single thread on my body, stark naked. The room where I was to stay had already been shown to me. A room at the far end of the corridor in this mansion. A room a fair distance from Blas's.
The moment I stepped out, what met my eyes were the servants who worked in the mansion—maids, the butler, and the like. They seemed to be finishing the last of their work before turning in for the night. And those eyes turned toward me: naked, just emerged from their young master's room.
Nnh, stop... Stop looking. Don't look this way...!
I dropped my head low and started toward my room. All the while, the servants' gazes kept roaming over my bare skin, and with them came the voices, whispering to one another about me.
"Oh my. That person—if I'm not seeing things, isn't that Saintess Ilien?"
"It seems she was excommunicated from the Goddess Church today. They say she committed carnal sin with an outside man and defiled the Saintess's honor."
"Oh my, oh my. How indecent..."
"She seems to have placed herself in the young master's keeping, and the price for that is... well, exactly what we're seeing."
"Whoa, so what she offered the young master... hup! I should watch my mouth."
"Well, Saintess or not, once she's been excommunicated she's only a commoner orphan with a bit of education."
Shut up. Don't look. Don't say a word about me. I'm ashamed, I'm asha—nnh♡
The thought that my naked body kept being shown to others sent something surging and boiling up from low in my belly again. From the cleft of my mound, lewd slick ran in ever greater amounts, ever faster. This couldn't go on. If I didn't get to the room quickly—if I didn't take care of it there—
Again, again, I'm gonna come just from being seen in front of other people, nnh, aah...♡
I hurried my steps and made for the room, and the instant I arrived I shut the door first thing.
If I don't relieve this, if I don't do something about this lewd feeling right now...!! I'm going to end up thinking with nothing but my pussy again... My head's going to start obeying the pussy's orders again...♡
"Nnh, nnhh, aaaah...♡"
When I reached the bed, my legs seemed to hit their limit, and all the strength went out of them. The body soaked in sweat, slick, and pleasure collapsed onto that square, soft space with a heavy flop.
I need it. I need something to soothe my pussy...
Lying on the bed, I looked at my palm. Attached to it were fingers white, long, and slender—fingers only a woman had, lush with wanton charm. To soothe the monster of lust starving for pleasure, I offered those slender fingers as sacrifice to the gaping monster's maw.
"Aah... nngh, ghhhngh...♡"
"Nn, nngh, eheheh, eehii..."
The gluttonous beast called a cunt began to suck my poor fingers in, schlup, schlup. The fingers resisted desperately, so they would not be devoured by this lewd beast's maw. But that wretched thrashing only made my pussy more aching, more delighted.
"Guhk, nngh, ghhk...♡ Hih! Nnn! Ah, ah, ahn!!"
The fingers began to stroke the sweet spots inside the cunt. A storm of pleasure rose. "I"—no. The host of a cunt that had lost all reason stared at the ceiling with vacant eyes and simply played out a beast's howl.
For the slave of a cunt that had lost its reason to pleasure to return to being "me" again, it truly required a great many climaxes. That night, in one bedroom of the ducal capital mansion, a woman's cries of ecstasy rang out without tiring, all through the night.