The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess
A familiar ceiling. The dungeon's base camp.
Huh? What the—
I bolted upright in bed. Water ran in the shower, and someone was cooking in the kitchen.
"Ian, you're up?"
Choi Jiyoon's voice. The familiar smell of kimchi fried rice drifted in.
The shower door slid open and Yoo Seolha's voice followed.
"Oh? Ian's awake? Unnie, can I go first this morning?"
"Seolha, when exactly did we leave the dungeon? You're supposed to call me Instructor. Besides, Ian likes a morning fellatio the moment he wakes up, so I'm going first. I'm better at sucking, remember?"
"What are you even saying, unnie? Ian likes going for seconds on me right after I shower, that's what he likes."
"Should we just ask him?"
"Yeah. Let's ask."
"Ian, who's first?"
"Right. Ian, you pick."
The bed curtains flew open.
Huh?
Rose and Eve were glaring down at me.
"GAH!"
I opened my eyes.
Morning sunlight poured down over the bed. Through the window, the everyday noise of the street hummed like ASMR. I slowly pushed myself up.
My bedroom, on the second floor of the shop. I washed my face with cold water.
"Mm."
The sound of running water came from the shower. Apparently Eve was in there.
Several days had passed since Eve received her first creampie and milk-drawing session. With nowhere else to go, she was still working hard at my shop. It seemed she actually liked the work.
She never lost her smile, and whenever something good happened at the store she'd come running to me, going Master, Master!
God, she's adorable.
Under the banner of "employee training," her gradual conditioning with my cock was also proceeding step by step.
The only problem was that Eve was so good at her job the shop kept growing.
A few days ago she'd started writing personal reviews beside the products—accounts of her own use, or of things she'd watched me use—and word had spread among the capital's aficionados, so customers kept coming just to read Eve's reviews.
And then, like fans gawking at an idol, they'd ogle Eve while buying up the goods one by one like merchandise.
Ugh. The last thing I need is business booming.
Because if word of our shop ever reached Rose's ears... she might learn Eve exists. That dream just now must have been my subconscious worrying about exactly that.
Click.
The shower door opened and Eve came out with a huge towel wrapped around her body.
"Oh? Master, you're awake?"
I'd had Eve start living in the spare room upstairs a few days ago. The staff studio on the first floor was cramped, and it didn't even have a window. I do have a conscience. If the shop's existence depends on her, the least I can do is put her up somewhere with a window and a decent bed.
"Morning, Eve."
"Good morning, Master. The weather outside is really lovely today."
"Lovely weather or not, you're a shut-in who never goes outside. Always making me buy your food for you."
"...That's not true."
[I can't go out because I might get caught, not because I'm a shut-in.]
The inspections had gotten somewhat lax lately, true. Then again, her life was on the line.
I should do something to help her, shouldn't I. But how?
Eve dried her hair with a magitech dryer. As she did, she spoke to herself.
[Eve. You are the Imperial Princess. Evangeline Loreline. Never forget it. Save money here and survive like your life depends on it—because it does. Grow this shop if you have to. One day, you will clear your name and return to your place.]
Every single day, Eve stared into the mirror and hardened that resolve.
Finished drying her hair, she passed in front of my bed—and stopped.
"Master?"
"Yeah?"
She came closer.
"I have a question. About your cock, Master."
These days she said the word without batting an eye.
"Mm-hm."
"It's standing up right now. That's not because of me, is it? So there'd be no need to serve you cheap, right?"
If it's up, serve it cheap. Once Eve learned something, she never forgot it.
I flexed my morning wood, legs stretched straight, and sprang it upward with a snap.
"What do you think? Judge it for yourself and act, Eve."
[Just tell me. Infuriating man.]
"Ahaha. Then I'll take that as a no."
Eve turned to leave with an eye-smile—then stopped a few steps away.
[I suppose there's no need... but suddenly, touching Master's cock, I want to lick his balls. Yes. That's not me being lewd—it's just that his balls are cute and they make me happy...]
She turned around and shuffled back over, step by hesitant step.
"You do need me to serve you, right?"
Eve climbed onto the bed. Wriggling between my legs, she took my cock in hand and began licking from the tip with her tongue.
Lick. Lick.
She worked her way down until she reached my balls, which had been her goal all along, and lapped at them.
[I love licking them♥ His balls are so cute.]
I swept Eve's hair aside for her.
She looked up. "So what's the right answer? Should I be doing this?"
"When a man wakes up, this is just how he is. It's natural."
Eve stopped mid-lick on my shaft.
"Huh? Really? Then I don't need to do it?"
"It's not an obligation. But if you see your review partner's cock standing up, the courteous thing to do is ask if he'd like some relief, and oblige him if he wants it."
By this point the lies poured out of my mouth without a hitch.
Eve nodded. "I see."
[Wait. So I was supposed to do it? Ahem. Well then, shall I suck it a little?]
She took my glans into her mouth and slurped at it, squeezing rhythmically.
[It's courtesy, after all. If it's courtesy, then I must observe it.]
Saliva squeezed from Eve's lips ran down along my shaft. I stroked her head.
"You like my cock too, don't you, Eve? When you see it standing up, don't you want to use it?"
Eve shook her head. "I-if it's not work, I don't really..."
"I see. Well, Eve, I'd like to see your pretty body too. Take off the towel, would you?"
[Tch. Fine, he already knows I'm pretty. There. Happy?]
Eve sat up and dropped the towel—then flinched and hurriedly covered her lower belly. Her face flushed crimson in an instant.
"Why are you hiding it? Let me see, Eve."
"It's just..."
"Now."
[Nnngh. Embarrassing. Wait—was that the whole reason he asked me to strip?]
Eve pulled the towel away from her stomach.
The heart on her womb tattoo had turned pink.
"Well, look at that. Even pinker than Eve's nipples. And your pussy's soaking wet."
"N-no, that's... that's just... my body reacting on its own, that's all."
Eve stammered through the excuse.
"Any products to review this morning?"
"No. ...Not today, Master."
"Climb up on top of me, Eve. I think it's time for some employee training this morning."
[I can't... I can't refuse anymore. My body won't let me...]
"Come on."
"...Yes, Master."
Eve climbed on top of me. Lowering her hips into an M-shape, she took my Training Cock into her pussy all on her own. The fruits of many sessions of employee training.
"Hnngh."
She lifted her chin and pressed her lips tightly shut.
Smack.
I swatted Eve's plump behind.
"Aahhn♥"
Eve's moan burst out of her.
"I told you not to force yourself to hold in your moans, remember?"
"Yessh. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."
"I can only pick good products if you react honestly, Eve. What, are you embarrassed that you like my cock?"
"N-no! I always brag to the customers that Master's cock is the best."
"Move for me, then. I taught you how to work your hips, didn't I?"
Eve wrapped both arms around my neck and began rolling her hips in a slow, sensual sway.
Shloop... shloop... shloop...
"There you go."
"Aahhn... hah... haaahn♥"
"Feels good?"
"Yes."
There she was, rocking her hips on her own atop me, savoring every inch of my cock. The sight was unbearably endearing.
"Eve. Kiss me."
"I-I've never done it before, so..."
"That's exactly why we're doing training, isn't it? Just think of it as tasting my body."
Eve pressed her lips to mine. Mimicking what I did, she gradually sank into the kiss.
Chu-p. Chu-p.
For a long while we savored each other's tongues.
[My first kiss, and I gave it to Master... A kiss isn't even work—there's no product to review, it has nothing to do with the job. What do I do? I'm already feeling good.]
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Flustered, Eve just nodded while averting her eyes.
"Kissing you makes me feel good too, so I finish faster. And if we go too long it wears you out, right? You want my cum sooner too, don't you? So kissing each other whenever we feel like it is better for both of us. Understood?"
"Yes, I understand."
[So it's become an established fact that I like receiving Master's cum... But what can I do? It's the truth.]
"Now, again."
Eve kissed me once more. Her tongue, a little more practiced now than moments ago, explored my body. She seemed ready to go on for an hour, two hours, if I didn't stop her.
"All right, that's enough."
"Haah..."
A strand of saliva stretched down from the tip of her outstretched tongue.
"You learn fast."
"Thank you for teaching me, Master."
"I like how well-mannered you are, Eve."
I took one of Eve's breasts and flicked my tongue tip teasingly over her swollen nipple.
"Aahhn... that's good, Master."
"That's right. That's how you're supposed to say it."
Perhaps the kiss had worked her up completely—Eve began shaking her hips with wild abandon.
Slap slap slap slap.
"Want me to suck on your nipples?"
"Yessh... heeh... heeh..."
"These days I can't properly wake up without my morning glass of vanilla mother's milk, freshly drawn by Eve."
I sucked Eve's nipple in slow, drawing pulls.
"Master... haaaah... aahn♥"
[I'm finished. I can't stop doing this with Master anymore.]
Eve, who'd been riding me in full swing, suddenly convulsed, her hips spasming as she sprayed her clear love juices all over my body.
"Aaaaahn, feels so goooood♥"
"Eve. You come now without the slightest hesitation, huh?"
"Heeh... heeh... isn't that just employee benefits?"
"You're right. Good girl. I'm about to come, so pick up the pace."
Eve began slamming her hips down again.
Smack, smack.
"Master, are you about to come?"
"Almost—tell me from now on."
Eve hugged me tight and churned her hips furiously.
"Aahn... Master, I'm your exclusive cum toilet. Please come inside me, every last drop of your cum. Every last drop of your cum, please."
She'd memorized all ten of the contraceptive spells too, and recited the right one for the situation flawlessly.
[Nnngh. It's degrading, but if we need contraception, there's no help for it.]
I screwed my eyes shut and fired my load straight up into Eve's pussy.
"Aaaah!"
"Haaahn♥"
Eve stopped her hips and grabbed her own breasts with both hands. The heart on her womb tattoo flooded white.
♥
I suckled noisily at one of Eve's nipples. As she squeezed her own breasts, sweet vanilla milk flowed into my mouth. Milking herself, she moaned like a bitch in heat.
"Aaaaahn♥"
I gulped the milk down. Eve lifted her other breast and brought its nipple to her own mouth, then suckled her own milk in slow pulls.
"Mmm... mmmmmm."
Eve's eyes rolled halfway back as she nursed at herself. I squeezed the breast she was sucking with my hand, helping it flow.
Drawing milk from a chest grown with the Flesh-Slave Elixir was supposedly a pleasure beyond even a man's ejaculation.
Glug, glug.
For a long while we drank from her together. When no more would come, Eve and I each let a nipple slip from our mouths.
"Puhaaah... heeh... heeh..."
Eve's face was already spent. I smoothed back her sweat-damp hair, and the exhausted Eve collapsed into my arms.
"Heeh... heeh..."
She rubbed her cheek against mine. I stroked the small of her back.
"Shall we get a bit more kissing practice before we wash up?"
"Yes."
Eve kissed me again. Her tongue tasted sweetly of vanilla.
We changed Eve's uniform. Ever since she'd started taking creampies from me, her crotch had been soaking through mid-shift with embarrassing regularity—so a change was in order.
The new uniform: an underboob crop top and a fluttery tennis skirt. Her lower belly, of course, was left fully exposed.
"Master, am I really supposed to wear this?"
"It's cute, isn't it? You'll only need nipple patches here."
Beneath the crop top clinging tight across her chest, the shape of her puffy nipples showed through perfectly. I peeled Eve's clothing up and pressed a nipple patch over each of her buds. When the top came back down, the nipple area sat smooth and flat, leaving only the firm swell of her underboob on display.
"But this part..."
Eve traced a hand over her lower belly. The womb tattoo was clearly a source of shame for her.
"Eve. The more customers we get these days, the more problem customers come with them. You know the ones—guys getting handsy with you. But if you show them this, they'll go, ah, Miss Eve has become the master's flesh slave, and leave you alone. Won't they?"
Eve's face lit up with interest.
"Oh? Do you really think so?"
Jingle.
The shop door swung open with the chime of the bell.
"Good morning, Ian."
The Gendarmerie Captain strode abruptly into the shop, a subordinate in tow.
"Captain. What brings you here so early in the—"
At the sudden visit, Eve and I both tensed.
The captain's eyes went wide at the sight of Eve's womb tattoo.
"Huh? What's this, Miss Eve? Don't tell me you've become Ian's flesh slave?"
"Well, that is—"
[I'm not his flesh slave. But explaining the whole story here would only make things weirder. ...I'll just say yes.]
"Yes..."
Eve blushed, embarrassed.
The captain let out a hearty laugh.
"So it finally came to that, eh? You two do make a good match."
In this world, a flesh slave wasn't simply a slave exploited for sex—it was one of many recognized "relationships," like marriage.
"Miss Eve, congratulations on becoming a flesh slave, ma'am."
Beside him, the subordinate struggled to hide his disappointment.
"...Thank you."
The captain turned to me.
"Ian. We're withdrawing from this street as of now, so we just stopped by to say our goodbyes."
Inspections? They were done?
"Miss Eve, if it's no trouble, might I just check your ID—"
Before the subordinate could finish, the captain cuffed him lightly on the back of the head.
Thwack.
"Oi, you fool."
He jerked his chin toward Eve's womb tattoo.
"Use that head of yours for once."
"Begging your pardon, sir. I was only following procedure."
However hard they hunted her, the notion that the Imperial Princess they were chasing would get a lowly womb tattoo at a sex-toy shop—much less become the shopmaster's flesh slave—was simply beyond their imagination.
Besides, the Eve of today bore no resemblance to the novel's description. Blue hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes, a cute face, a modest bust that barely swelled.
And the woman before them now? Black hair falling to her waist, reddish-brown eyes, a face that looked—whether from makeup or not—slightly mature and aloof. And breasts that defied all reason.
The captain and his subordinate couldn't quite conquer their instincts, sneaking glances at Eve's underboob.
"Ah, right. Ian." The captain coughed. "I hear that new product of yours is coming out."
He meant the rabbit beastkin onahole, apparently.
"I'll set one aside for you."
"Much obliged. Well, we won't be seeing each other so often anymore. Miss Eve, you take care of yourself now."
"Safe travels, sirs."
Throwing an arm around his subordinate's shoulders, the captain walked out of the shop.
Eve stared at the door they'd left through for a long, long moment.
[This is it. This was the answer. Why didn't I ever think of this? As a flesh slave, no one suspects a thing.]
She gently rested her hand on her own lower belly.
[Thanks to Master changing my uniform... I'm saved.]
Eve tugged at my sleeve.
"Master?"
"Yeah?"
"What would you like for lunch?"
"Lunch? Out of nowhere? Why?"
"It's almost lunchtime, isn't it? I'll go out and get us something."
Eve, who had not set foot outside this shop once since arriving here. For the first time, she declared she was going out.
"You're going out?"
"Yes. Why? The weather's lovely today."
Eve beamed at me, a radiant smile on her face.