Harvesting Sea (2)
Koharu's face bloomed with ecstasy's flush once more. With trembling hands, she checked the message. This time, she didn't show it to the other two. It was a divine oracle sent solely to her, and conveying it was her unique privilege.
She slowly lifted her head and gazed at Chiharu. Her voice rang out solemn and cold, like a shrine maiden delivering a god's revelation.
"Sister. Master calls for you."
Chiharu's eyes flashed. "What?"
"There's to be a new hunt tonight. He commands you to join him immediately at the basement gateway... Master has summoned you personally."
The air between the three women and the single bird shuddered once again. Koharu thrilled with the joy of being chosen once more as the 'chosen messenger.' Aki burned with jealousy that her daughter—her youngest, no less—had been called through her mouth instead of her own. Behind Chiharu's shoulder, Corax's red eyes gleamed with displeasure. But the most intense emotion surged in Chiharu herself.
'Hunt.' That single word reignited all her competitive fire and sense of superiority.
'As expected... what Master truly needs isn't prayers or food, but fangs to spill blood at his side!'
She shot to her feet. As she turned toward the basement, Aki called out to stop her.
"Wait, Chiharu."
Aki wordlessly went to the kitchen and returned carrying something. It was the finest three-tiered lacquered bento box she'd prepared with utmost devotion all day. Inside the polished ebony wood box gleamed dishes made from the highest-grade ingredients to pray for her master's health, arranged like jewels. The first tier held top-grade wagyu steak topped with foie gras and sushi with sea urchin roe. The second featured seasonal sashimi and grilled lobster. The third was perfectly packed with Kyoto-sourced wagashi sweets and fresh fruit.
And in her other hand... a shirt he'd left behind days ago, impeccably laundered and ironed, still faintly bearing his scent. And atop that neatly pressed shirt, brazenly placed, was a small scrap of black fabric. It was his black silk panties, shed the last time he'd stayed in this house.
"Take these... with you."
Aki's voice was serene, but it mingled the pride of the matriarch with complex jealousy toward her daughter heading out to hunt. She met Chiharu's eyes squarely, picked up the panties, and dangled them right before her nose. From that tiny scrap of cloth rose the thick, arrogant musk of her master—intensely potent.
It wasn't mere post-laundry fragrance. It was a holy relic, the essence she'd kept in her bedroom every night after washing, burying her face in it to yearn for his body.
"After the hunt... Master will be hungry too. Serve him the food this mother made and help him change into fresh clothes. And this..."
She placed the panties atop the clothes in Chiharu's hand and whispered low and lewdly, for her ears alone.
"It's Master's, so don't lose it—take good care of it. Last time... I changed him myself. You can't even imagine. The ecstasy of peeling this scrap of cloth from his hottest place with my own hands, then dressing him again... Ah, who knows? If you claim a great feat in this hunt, Master might reward you by granting you these panties. For lonely nights... cover your face and inhale his scent while... comforting yourself."
It was a mother's care, a cold warning not to invade her territory, and cruel conditioning to imprint that some realms she could never touch.
'No matter how you rampage outside, the one managing Master's most intimate possession, attending his nights, even deciding whether to bestow his traces on other bitches... that's me.'
Chiharu's face hardened. The superiority that had made her feel she owned the world twisted into cold, sticky humiliation.
She stared down at the tiny scrap in her palm, exuding her master's arrogant musk. It stimulated the lewd mark on her lower belly, unwittingly wetting the space between her thighs.
Chiharu let out a scoffing laugh laced with contempt and rage.
"Understood, Mother. I'll... convey your 'devoted' service to Master as well."
Her voice brimmed with the arrogance that she alone could stand at Master's side.
'You're just an old bitch waiting in this kitchen and laundry room, sniffing his worn underwear. But I'm the living weapon charging battlefields with Master, bringing blood and victory as offerings. Who holds more value... tonight's spoils will prove it.'
She hefted the heavy bento and clothes in one hand, her magic bow in the other—the panties, symbol of humiliation, tucked among them. Koharu watched her descend to the basement with pure admiration tinged with envy; Aki with a victor's smile blazing jealousy; Corax with sharp rivalry.
The crimson summoning gateway in the basement's chill air swirled shut. From within emerged Chiharu, fresh from Japan's shrine, posture flawless. In one hand, the magic bow bestowed by her master; in the other, the three-tiered bento and clothes from her mother.
She inhaled the magic workshop's cool, dry air and immediately knelt before her master, bowing her head.
"Master. Your hunting hound has returned at your call."
Jinwoo gazed down at her indifferently from the sofa. "Rise."
"Yes, Master."
Chiharu stood and reverently placed her burdens on the wooden desk.
"The matriarch... commanded me to prepare your meal and change of clothes. Please accept graciously..."
"Hmph."
Jinwoo opened the ornate lacquered bento lid. A rich, luxurious aroma from the dishes filled the workshop.
"Devotion indeed. Later... I'll evaluate that 'devotion.'"
At his words, Chiharu felt faint superiority—her mother reduced to a mere object of judgment.
Jinwoo closed the bento and nudged a massive black travel case from the workshop corner to her feet with his toe—big enough for a person.
"A new hunt."
"Yes! What prey?"
Chiharu's eyes ignited like a beast's. Thirst for fresh blood and battle set her body aflame.
"Not 'it.' A bitch."
Jinwoo turned his smartphone screen to show her a photo. On it, a young Russian-Korean girl with innocent brown hair trembled in terror, on the verge of tears. Kim Sea.
The instant Chiharu saw that face, a chill swept her blood. She couldn't forget. The night she'd first sworn obedience to her master, the video he'd shown to shatter her resistance—the bitch weeping, begging, crumbling into pleasure.
"You remember."
Jinwoo chuckled delightedly. "The onahole I fucked first to kill time before breaking you three. Not fully subjugated like you... more like a half-broken toy, for now."
'First...?'
'Onahole...?'
The words pierced Chiharu's heart like ice daggers. This bitch... before me? Not a worthy offering like us, but mere idle amusement?
The pride of being the 'first chosen hunting hound' cracked sharply in her mind. Yet twisted superiority sprouted too—she wasn't just a sex toy, but special.
Jinwoo savored her subtle turmoil and pressed on with cruel orders.
"That bitch is in trouble from worthless worms. Can't leave her as mere spectacle. Retrieve her to my temple."
He nodded at the case. "Pack her inside. Strip her naked, of course. Ah, and... my 'divine clone' I granted her should be there."
He pulled an identical dildo from the desk drawer and dangled it tauntingly.
"Shove it deepest into her hole and bring her like that. Punishment for daring to taste my favor first... and for not being fully tamed yet."
Chiharu's mind went blank white. Rage. Jealousy. And... overwhelming, horrific, sweet superiority eclipsing all.
'Fine... even if she's the first onahole, the one standing at Master's side now, ordered to retrieve another bitch... that's me!'
She was no mere rival now. Bestowed the role of 'trainer'—executing master's will to punish, tame, and haul other bitches. The right to strip Sea, ram master's clone into her most sensitive depths, stuff her like luggage into the case. More thrilling, more profane than any hunt.
The shadow of jealousy on her face melted into a cruel, seductive smile. Her lower belly's mark burned hot; wetness soaked between her thighs.
"With pleasure... I shall obey, Master."
Her voice was honey-sweet yet blade-cold. "I'll personally 'package' your first onahole with utmost care... and deliver her to your altar."