Under the Master's Watch
The corner table of a tavern inside the Adventurer's Guild. Silas, the one-armed Silver-rank thief, was gripping a cheap mug of beer so tightly it looked ready to shatter.
"Hey, you hear about that? The Silver bitch who got done in by an ogre in the Black Moss Forest."
"Ah, the one with the twin swords? Elara? Yeah, I heard. They say she's completely lost her mind from monster cock and spreads her legs in every back alley. Word is two Iron-rank mercs got milked dry by her yesterday and had to crawl away."
"Fuck, maybe I should loiter around the back alleys tonight too. Wonder what it'd feel like to have a Silver-rank female riding on top… Gack!"
Silas kicked the table over, sending the gossiping low-rank mercenaries scrambling away in terror. Blood vessels bulged in his eyes. His disciple had been rescued safely, yet the horrific, depraved scene he had witnessed inside the ogre's den still tormented his mind. The vile rumors spreading through the entire guild claimed Elara had gone mad from the aftereffects.
No. Elara. Please…
Silas stormed out of the tavern at once. Tracking the rumors, he learned the last person seen with Elara was the scrawny outsider who had saved him that day—Mokwon. Heart pounding with dreadful imaginings, Silas rushed toward the commercial district's inn.
At the same moment, in a quiet clearing behind the inn.
I stood frozen in an awkward stance, cold sweat beading on my forehead.
"You mustn't release the power from your lower dantian. Don't force the mana upward—let it seep in from your toes… Hnn, yes. Just like that."
Elara's whisper tickled the nape of my neck as she pressed herself flush against my back.
We were supposedly correcting my posture to train Shadow Steps. Yet the heavy, shameless press of her ample breasts against my back, rubbing and squishing with every tiny movement, made concentration impossible.
Her hands, supposedly guiding my hips and waist, kept drifting lower, circling dangerously close to my belt buckle.
"Hey… Elara. Your hands keep going down… Kh."
"Oh my, I'm just helping you keep your center of gravity. You keep leaning forward, Master. Especially… because this part is so heavy?"
Elara's fingers brushed lightly over the thin fabric of my pants, grazing my half-hardened penis that had been swollen since morning from the ogre tattoo's energy. A shiver ran through my entire body and my hips nearly bucked on their own.
"You crazy… What if someone comes…?"
"No one will. Besides, from the way your scent is getting thicker, it seems you'd rather do this than train… Ah, it's already this hot."
Elara slipped completely behind me, one arm wrapping around my stomach while the other hand dove straight into my pants. When her soft palm gripped my penis, swollen from the ogre tattoo's power, a suppressed moan escaped my lips.
I was going insane. Even after her pleasure-addled brain had somewhat stabilized, she still tried to exploit the ogre energy radiating from my body day and night. No matter how much I tried to intimidate her by playing the arrogant villain, she only found it cute and skillfully took control of my lust instead. Even I, who had steeled myself to survive in this world, was utterly helpless against the seductive pace of a veteran Silver-rank thief.
"Huu… Haah, seriously, take your hand out. Right now, the footwork… Urgh!"
"Just a little. Even just touching like this, Master's energy seeps into my fingertips and makes my lower belly tingle. Shall I just stroke it lightly over the clothes…?"
The moment Elara nibbled my earlobe and began moving her hand up and down inside my pants—
"Elara!!"
The old wooden door to the backyard burst open with a crash, and a rough shout shook the clearing.
It was Silas.
"Hic!"
"……!"
Elara's hand shot out of my pants like lightning. I forced down the throbbing pressure in my swollen penis and coughed loudly, pretending I had simply been holding a serious horse stance.
"Ahem! Cough! Ah, Sir Silas. You've arrived."
"M-Master…!"
Cold sweat poured down like rain. Silas was breathing heavily, eyes bloodshot, as he looked back and forth between us.
I resigned myself inwardly. If he had seen his disciple wandering the village like a madwoman only to be dragged here and trained, and now with her hand inside my pants, that veteran thief's blade might very well take my head.
Yet the killing intent and despair on Silas's face gradually shifted into hollow relief.
"Elara… You're safe? Your injuries—no… your mind…?"
"Yes? Ah, yes! Master. I'm fine. Thanks to Mr. Mokwon taking me in and looking after me, the aftereffects have mostly subsided."
Elara had instantly transformed from a seductive, heat-driven bitch back into a proper, polite disciple. Her eyes were clear, her appearance neat.
Silas's heart had lurched at the disgusting rumors he had heard at the guild, but seeing his disciple standing before him unharmed, even wearing a faint smile, made his legs go weak with relief.
Damn those rumor-mongers. It was all nonsense. Of course my benefactor wouldn't abandon my disciple like that.
Silas bowed deeply toward me.
"Benefactor, I owe you another debt. I never expected you to be protecting my disciple safely. Strange rumors were circulating at the guild and I lost my head. Truly… thank you."
"No, it's nothing. I happened to run into her on the road and she didn't look well, so I simply brought her to the inn to rest."
I wiped away my internal cold sweat and forced an awkward smile. If this man ever learned the truth—that I had been subjugating her body and mind every night with ogre energy, repeatedly creampieing her into corruption—he would surely try to rip my heart out with his remaining arm.
But the relief was short-lived. Silas's sharp gaze narrowed suspiciously.
No matter how much his disciple had improved, the posture he had seen when he opened the door still bothered him.
"By the way, Elara."
"Yes, Master."
"No matter how much you're teaching footwork… isn't it a bit improper to cling so tightly to an unrelated man's back and rub your bare skin against him? A thief's body technique is fundamentally about keeping distance and reading movements with your eyes first."
At Silas's pointed remark, my heart dropped.
He wore the uncomfortable expression of a strict father-in-law whose daughter had been stolen by an outsider. Even while calling me his lifesaver, he was instinctively wary of how physically close Elara and I had become.
"Oh my, Master, really. Mr. Mokwon lacks the sense to turn what he knows in his head into his body… no, he lacks it quite a lot. If I don't directly adjust his muscles and hip position, I fear he'll spend his whole life rolling in the mud, so I was giving him special guidance."
Elara answered with a perfectly natural smile, not a single tremor in her voice. Yet the fingers hidden behind my back slyly pinched my stiffened buttock in playful mischief.
I bit my lip hard to hold back a scream. This crazy woman really wants to die…
"Hmph. Even so, be careful. You are a Silver-rank adventurer. You must maintain your dignity."
"I'll keep that in mind, Master."
Silas still looked displeased, but he didn't press further. He tossed out a few key points about Shadow Steps and turned to leave, saying he had to handle the remaining guild procedures.
"Mokwon. Take good care of Elara. And… I'd appreciate it if you refrained from any 'unnecessary contact' with my disciple."
Leaving that subtle warning behind, Silas exited the backyard.
The moment the door closed and his presence completely faded, the tension holding my body up finally snapped.
"Haa, fuck… I aged ten years. You really have some nerve. Your master was glaring and you still pinched my ass?"
When I turned around and let out a resentful sigh, a sticky, seductive smile spread across Elara's lips—the perfect model disciple act gone in an instant.
She slipped into my arms, wrapped both arms around my neck, and looked up at me with wet eyes. The ogre tattoo's energy she had been suppressing in front of her master was once again pulling her reason into the swamp of pleasure.
"But I couldn't hold back. I forced myself to endure in front of Master, and now my lower belly is so hot I feel like I'm going crazy."
"Hey, the training isn't over…"
"Shall we continue the footwork training on the bed, starting with how to put power into the lower dantian, Master? What you were touching earlier seemed incredibly hard, like it was about to burst…"
Elara lewdly licked my earlobe and guided my hand onto her ample breasts. I could feel her heart pounding wildly.
In the end, I could only let out a helpless laugh and surrender. Even I, who had fallen into this world and steeled myself amid slaughter and betrayal, was nothing more than a powerless man before this mad Silver-rank companion who exploited me day and night in pursuit of pleasure.
"…If you nag me later tonight about messing up the steps, I'll fuck you so hard you won't even be able to walk."
"Yeees, I'll be looking forward to it… Ah!"
Just as Silas's presence was about to leave the backyard, I swept Elara up into my arms and kicked open the inn's back door.
"Aah, Master…! You're in such a hurry…"
Elara let out a seductive moan and buried her nose in my neck. She had played the part of a prim, abstinent adventurer so perfectly in front of her master, yet the moment we were alone, her true nature—or rather, the bitch instincts melted by ogre pleasure—began to ooze out thickly once more.
Crash—!
The instant I kicked the room door shut and slid the bolt, I embraced Elara from behind and clamped my palm over her mouth.
"Shh. Don't make a sound until your master's completely gone."
We had to hold our breath until Silas's footsteps faded completely from the corridor. A Silver-rank thief's hearing was not to be underestimated. But Elara, pinned beneath my palm, was not the type to wait quietly. She licked between my fingers with her hot, wet tongue, then blew a seductive breath through the gaps and whispered.
"Haa, Master. My acting just now was pretty good, right? Since I saved your life, you should reward me generously with that thick cock."
At the provocative whisper, Elara's hand slithered down like a snake and slipped inside my pants. Her delicate yet shameless fingers gripped my fully swollen shaft and began stroking up and down. The skilled hand technique of a Silver-rank thief—pressing the glans with her thumb and rubbing the frenulum—sent a sharp jolt racing up my spine.
"Kh, hey… stop…!"
"Oh my, if you make noise, Master will hear you."
She blew a sultry breath into my ear and quickened her strokes. Her pleasure-starved grip squeezed every vein along the shaft, and in an instant my vision went white as the dizzying sensation of climax rushed to the tip. Enjoying the sight of me panting without even being able to breathe properly, she ground her flushed, wet hips against my front.
If Silas finds out, my head will fly. But to turn off this lust-crazed time bomb's timer, I have no choice but to give her what she wants. This is unavoidable.
I swallowed a rough breath, desperately trying to rationalize the situation. Yet beneath that rational excuse, the permanent side effects of the ogre tattoo were deeply eroding my mind. As my body gradually assimilated to ogre instincts, my patience grew thin and violent lust boiled beyond control. My original commoner disposition and the ogre's ferocious nature mixed together, and I could feel the meager common sense I had maintained on Earth slowly blurring.
Confirming that Silas's footsteps had completely vanished, I let go of reason and threw her onto the old bed.
"Kyaaah!"
The bed creaked and rocked. Far from complaining about pain, Elara writhed like a reptile on the sheets and began frantically tearing off the buttons of her neat leather vest and shirt.
"Haa, haa…! Holding back in front of Master made me feel like I was going to burst down there… Please pour even thicker ogre energy into me…"
In an instant, Elara was completely naked, spreading her legs in an M-shape and blatantly displaying her flushed, heated sex. Transparent love juices she could no longer hold back had already pooled thickly between her narrow valley and were dripping down her thighs.
I swallowed dryly and stripped off my pants completely.
My penis, swollen viciously from the ogre energy since morning, stood stiffly erect.
"Aaaah…!"
The moment Elara's eyes saw my massive weapon, they completely melted. She crawled across the bed, wrapped her arms around my waist, and rubbed her cheek against the veined shaft while breathing hotly.
"Master's is so hard… The ogre energy is all clumped up… Please, hurry and use it to ravage my insides…!"
I grabbed her silver hair roughly and pushed her down onto the bed.
"During the day you lecture like a master, but at night you're no different from a cum-crazed whore."
"Yeees, ah! Haaang! I am a whore—a personal flesh toilet just for Master…! Please pound me!"
The Silver-rank thief whose pride had been completely castrated. I positioned myself between her spread thighs and thrust my burning glans straight into her glistening entrance in one motion.
Thrust—! Squelch!
"Ughiiiiiiit—!!!"
A merciless insertion driven by stats beyond human comprehension. The overwhelming sense of mass striking all the way to her cervix made Elara arch her back like a bow and let out a tearing scream.
Her ample breasts shook violently from the brutal pistoning, unable to withstand the recoil. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room.
Especially whenever I drove deep, the thick outline of my penis bulged visibly against the smooth skin of her lower abdomen. The vicious foreign sensation stirring her insides made Elara drool and roll her eyes back.
Her tight, hot inner walls began sucking and squeezing my penis from all sides like thousands of leeches.
"Khh…!"
The dull, wet impact of flesh against flesh continued.
A lightning-like pleasure struck my brain.
The ogre tattoo burned blood-red beneath my skin, transforming my body into a thorough beast. Growling like an animal, I roughly grabbed her ample breasts and slammed my hips even more mercilessly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Kyaaah! Ah, aaah! So good! It's too biiig! My insides are breaking…!"
The bed rocked as if it would break, and the wet friction of flesh filled the room. Elara shook her head wildly in time with my thrusts, drooling. The pleasure addiction she had developed from being violated by the ogre was now being overwritten into complete dependency that could only be satisfied by my body and semen.
"Haa, haa…! You crazy bitch. You won't let go of my cock. Does it feel good being under me?"
"Aah! Yes, yeees! Master is the best! Your cock fills my insides much better than the beast's… Ughiiit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming…!"
When I pulled my hips back far and drove upward with all my weight, Elara's entire body trembled as if struck by electricity. Her inner walls convulsed madly, squeezing my shaft, and an unbearable urge to climax surged forward.
"Fuck, I'm coming…! Take it all!"
I buried my penis against her cervix and poured out thick, hot semen condensed with ogre energy like a waterfall.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
As my semen flooded and overflowed inside her, Elara's eyes rolled back completely white and she went limp with a short scream.
"Haa, haa…"
I lay on top of her, breathing heavily. The room was thick with the musky scent of night flowers and ogre musk. I brushed back Elara's sweat-dampened hair and smiled.
The morals and common sense from Earth were gradually fading. This woman was now completely mine. The most perfect shield for survival, and the birth of a parasitic companion we could entrust our backs to.