Changeling 7
Yukiko was already lying in bed with me before I knew it. At first, I touched her playfully, but gradually my caresses grew bolder. I was teasing her from behind. I couldn't see her face directly, but it reflected in the mirror on the wardrobe. Her expression was just a little disheveled.
"Already like this when I haven't even properly touched you yet?"
A white shirt and purple skirt. Ordinary clothes you might see on any street, but on Yukiko, they always looked erotic. Unless it was a skirt with an absurdly wide hem that completely concealed her hips, no outfit could hide Yukiko's body.
"I am merely a beast, after all."
The heat mingled in Yukiko's icy tone held a contradictory beauty. Like sunlight on a winter day.
"Such a pretty beast. Don't go ruining my tastes."
"No fur, but ultimately, I am a beast. A living creature. Train it by ringing the bell and feeding it repeatedly, and a dog will drool at the mere sound of the bell."
I rarely set this kind of mood in the afternoon, but today Yukiko struck me as oddly cute.
"Like this... huff, just from Master revealing his lust to me, my body has no choice but to heat up."
"Because you're anticipating what comes next?"
"Precisely."
Sometimes, I caught myself feeling accustomed to sex. I slipped my hand under her clothes, unhooked her bra, and tugged the strap lightly to free her breasts. I pressed my lips to the nape of Yukiko's neck. Sucking deeply, intensely.
"If my vulgar thrashing is displeasing to your eyes, I apologize."
"I think Yukiko needs to let herself go a bit more."
I slid my hand under her shirt, kneading her waist and back with firm presses. The smooth texture felt exquisite. I stroked her ass gently over her clothes. She showed no particular reaction.
"How's it feel? Not unpleasant?"
"...I sincerely apologize for failing to show the response befitting Master's actions."
"What are you talking about?"
Yukiko's words were sometimes hard to follow. Perhaps because the worlds we'd grown up in were so vastly different.
"Groping a woman's ass isn't truly about savoring that fleeting sensation, is it?"
"I wouldn't know; I lack the experience..."
"The essence of ass-groping harassment lies in a woman who knows shame recoiling with a sharp 'Oh!' like a shot arrow."
"I can't wrap my head around it. No, I won't do it going forward either."
"Trembling with fear and humiliation, yet aware of the power imbalance, reduced to glaring with tear-streaked fury."
Yukiko had a knack for delivering utter nonsense without a flicker of doubt.
"And yet, shrinking under even a single ridiculous leer from the man, left with no choice but to yield her body—that emotional turmoil is the point of ass-groping harassment, no?"
"My take? Your premise is flawed from the start."
"Why is that?"
"Groping your ass just feels good because of the texture itself."
I gently peeled off Yukiko's top. Her shirt snagged briefly on her breasts before slipping free in an instant. I eased her onto her back. I savored her beautiful face, neck, and breasts at a leisurely pace. My gaze drifted downward, from top to bottom. Beneath her underbust: stomach, navel, lower abdomen. Everything below was still concealed.
"Where'd you even learn that from...?"
"Slave academy. The one I attended was quite specialized—it taught systematically what men are and how to awaken their lust."
"Unexpected."
"I knew the basics, but not the principles. My family only ever said, 'You need to learn more adorableness and shame.'"
I extended my right hand, exploring the soft give of her breast with my fingertips.
"Looking at it this way, your breasts aren't small at all."
"Ah, thank you for appraising them so."
"Tell me if it hurts."
I added a touch more pressure, kneading her breasts roughly.
"Ugh, there's... hmm, no need for such... excessive gentleness. My body is Master's plaything, after all."
Yukiko, wincing and moaning with every squeeze, was as captivating as ever.
"No outsider has any right to interfere in how Master uses his property."
"But Yukiko isn't an 'outsider,' is she?"
"Thank you for seeing me that way."
Mikoto and Karin's breasts had their own appeals, but with pronounced personalities. Mikoto's were enormous; Karin's bounced with insane elasticity. Yukiko's held a classic beauty. The kind that fulfilled the fantasy: 'This must be what kneading a woman's breasts feels like.' Perfectly soft, perfectly resilient, perfectly sized.
"Still, doesn't slow and gentle sex feel better? Most of the time?"
Yukiko paused in thought, then refuted it with her impassive face.
"Meaningless in two respects."
"Huh?"
"First: When Master uses me to slake his desires, there's no reason to spare my feelings."
I flicked my tongue over Yukiko's nipple. Whenever I caressed her with a bit more vigor:
"Ahh! Whether I suffer, enjoy it, or remain stoic, Master need only ravage me."
I fondled Yukiko's breasts softly in silence.
"If I fail to give the reaction Master desires, simply punish me. I am, after all, a mere beast."
"What are you saying?"
"Want tears? I'll cry. Joy? I'll laugh. Shame? I'll blush. Just command it."
"That's not something you can fake on demand."
Acting expressions from nothing wasn't easy. I'd tried it once at her insistence, but it felt more like humoring her.
"Beating teaches. Fists and feet work fine. If gauging strength is a hassle... plenty of corporal punishment tools exist these days."
Yukiko's face and tone scarcely shifted, lending even her words unyielding gravity. She could say something mundane like "Lunch is tonkatsu today," and it would tense you up on the spot. Her grave, intimidating lines didn't hit as serious until you chewed them over—thanks to that familiar, steady voice.
"Whips leave marks but no fatal harm to sexual function. Electric brain-stimulation torture devices are safer than ever, from what I hear."
"After mulling it over, I still prefer hands."
Yukiko nodded. I raised my hand.
"Hush!"
Thwack—I snapped her forehead with a knuckle flick. I hadn't wanted to, but she'd practically begged for it.
"Training a woman demands clear standards and rewards for punishment. I failed to grasp what warranted it. Besides, that fist was far too lenient to qualify as..."
I flashed the kindest, warmest smile I could muster. For a split second.
"I want you to be happy, Yukiko. Not some act of happiness!"
My expression flipped in an instant. I channeled fury into my grip, twisting her breasts roughly every which way.
"But what? Torture tools? Beat you into obedience? You make my gut twist, damn it!"
Yukiko's breasts flushed red with arousal.
"...I fail to comprehend. What difference does it make to Master whether I am happy or merely appear happy?"
Seeing her say it with utter sincerity sapped my confidence in ever making her get it.
"It's different. I won't let you fool me."
So I settled for a moderate compromise. Yukiko looked baffled but nodded slowly.
"Ah. Speaking of which, I never explained the second reason that question is meaningless."
"Huh?"
Yukiko enfolded my half-erect cock between her thighs.
"Ngh..."
The taut flesh of her thighs teased my shaft. Sensing the very tip of her pussy along its full length was a rare thrill.
"No matter how Master takes me, it feels good. It can't feel like anything else."
Clear as an angel's proclamation, cold as night air after rain. In that same even voice, Yukiko went on.
"Gentle ravaging feels wonderful, of course. But that doesn't make other ways unpleasant."
Yukiko worked her thighs with expert finesse, stimulating my entire length.
"Forcefully, in my sleep, bound—it's all good. Me serving first, mutual caresses, toys, drugs—whatever."
"That's... a relief."
"Any way Master ravages me surpasses the peak of happiness I could ever know by far. So..."
Yukiko lapped lightly at my nape. Unlike her eternally cool voice, her tongue was warm and slick.
"Whenever you like. Take me as you please."