Master and Slaves

With Cathy’s permission, I left the bedroom and sat down at the chair beside the table where breakfast had been laid out.

The table was filled with white bread, soup, vegetables, meat dishes, and fruit — an extremely luxurious spread.

"No, I can’t eat all that."

"Yes."

Cathy replied as if it was obvious.

"Phew."

First, I drank the soup with a silver spoon.

What kind of soup was it?

I thought it might be a potage, but maybe something with soybeans?

I set the spoon down and tore a piece of bread by hand, putting it in my mouth.

It was fluffy and delicious.

There was a slight sweetness.

I drank some water, picked up a fork, and ate the vegetables.

Spinach, celery, and cucumber.

The seasoning was only salt.

It had a slight grassy smell, but they were fresh.

Cathy refilled my glass with water.

"Cathy, you didn’t eat breakfast earlier, right?"

"Yes. I ate first."

Hmm?

Cathy gave me an answer that went against my expectation.

She ate first.

I had thought she would wait until I finished.

Well, if she ate first, there’s no problem — no need to hold back.

I reached for the meat dish with my fork.

Bam!

At that moment, the bedroom door burst open.

"Master!"

The person who came out was Tiria.

She rushed over to me and knelt, bowing her head.

"I’m so sorry! I overslept!"

"Hahaha, it’s fine. I just woke up too. Besides, Tiria must have been tired. Did you get a good sleep?"

"Yes."

Tiria raised her head and answered my question with an anxious expression.

"I see. Good. Cathy, please prepare Tiria’s meal too."

"...Understood."

Cathy gave me a complicated look — happy but troubled — and went back to her own room.

When she returned, she was carrying a plate with finely cut bread, vegetables, meat, and a dish of them soaked in soup — basically a cat-food style serving — along with a water dish.

She placed both on the floor beside the left side of the table.

"...What is this?"

"It is the food for the To-Dule."

"This?"

"Yes."

Cathy answered coolly to my question.

"...Tiria, did you eat something like this last night too?"

"Yes. It was delicious."

Tiria answered casually as well.

I held my head and stabbed a piece of meat with my fork, putting it in my mouth.

Mmm. It was soft but had a strong flavor.

Maybe lamb?

I glanced sideways and saw Tiria kneeling on the floor, looking at me.

"Is something wrong?"

"Um... may I eat?"

"Ah, ah. You can eat."

"Thank you, Master. I will eat."

I see. I have to give permission first for her to eat.

Annoying.

Wait, does that mean...

"Tiria. What did you eat yesterday?"

"Eh? Um, I thought Master had already given me permission... Did I not have it?"

Tiria looked up at my question with a worried face.

Right. She did say that before the banquet.

"Ah, it’s fine. Yeah. I gave you permission."

When I said that, Tiria looked relieved and again leaned her face close to the dish on the floor, drinking from it.

Both knees on the ground, hands clasped behind her back, butt raised up.

Same posture as when she drank water earlier.

"..."

I looked back at the table and continued eating.

"Phew. It was delicious."

"...You finished everything, didn’t you?"

"Hm? Ah, yeah."

In the end, I ate all the food that had been prepared.

Cathy gave me a fed-up look and began clearing the dishes.

"Master, thank you for the delicious meal."

With those words, she kissed the top of my left foot.

It seemed Tiria had also finished eating.

Now, then...

"Cathy. Where is the washroom?"

"Senmenjo...?"

"Ah... um... I want to wash my face and brush my teeth."

"Ah, in that case... please wait a moment."

She said that, then carried all the dishes back to her own room.

After a while, she returned carrying a wooden tub and a large ceramic water pitcher.

"Please use these. And... here is the salt."

Cathy placed the tub and pitcher on the table, took a wrapped package from her pocket, and unfolded it on the table.

Of course. There’s no running water here.

"Ah, I see. Thank you. Um..."

"I will pour for you."

"Thank you."

I was hesitating over how to wash my face when Cathy stood beside me holding the pitcher.

I thanked her, ready to catch water with both hands in the tub.

She poured the water in.

I washed my face with it.

Hmm. It felt refreshing and cold.

Since Cathy handed me a cloth, I thanked her and wiped my face.

Next, I wanted to brush my teeth, but of course there was no toothbrush.

I put salt on my fingers and scrubbed my teeth.

After cleaning them roughly, I washed my fingers with the water Cathy poured for me, then cupped my hands again and rinsed my mouth.

"Tiria, come here too."

"Yes, Master."

I called Tiria, and she washed her own face and brushed her teeth herself.

"Thank you, Cathy."

Cathy bowed, folded the salt packet, put it in her pocket, and left with the tub and pitcher.

...Is there a kitchen over there?

But there’s probably no running water.

...Maybe there is.

"Cathy. Where did the water come from earlier?"

I asked Cathy as she came out of the room.

"Eh? Ah, yes. From the well."

Cathy answered with a blank look.

"Cathy’s room doesn’t have a well..."

"Of course it doesn’t. ...Ah, the water I used was drawn from the well outside earlier."

"I see. Yeah, that makes sense."

Yeah, right.

"Got it. Thank you."

"Not at all."

Now, then...

"Cathy. Where is the toilet?"

"Toire...?"

"Ah, um... I need to pee."

"!! I-I’m sorry! I’ll bring the chamber pot right away!"

"Eh?"

What Cathy brought from the room was a round, deep metal bowl.

"Here you are."

"Um, should I use this here?"

"Ah, yes. That’s right."

"...Um, where do I flush this?"

"The toilet on the first floor."

"Guide me there."

I immediately asked for a guide.

...

This toilet is what we call a squat toilet, but in a sense it’s a water flush.

You do your business in the hole on the floor, and water flows underneath the hole.

Like a sewer system.

Water is constantly flowing, so the smell isn’t too bad.

It’s surprisingly hygienic.

While marveling at it, I scooped water from the bucket in front and washed my hands.

...No toilet paper, so how do I wipe my ass?

...With my hand?

Then does this water... mean...

I’ll ask someone later. Who should I ask?

Well, I’ll think about it then.

I wiped my hands with the cloth I had sat on, left the toilet, and returned to the room alone.

Cathy had already gone ahead.

When I opened the door, three women were sitting on the floor talking.

"""Welcome back."""

All three stood up and greeted me.

Hm? Three?

Um, Tiria and Cathy, and the third one...?

I looked at the third woman and was shocked.

She looked about the same age as Cathy.

She was taller than Tiria.

Around 160 cm or a bit more.

Her brown hair flowed down to her shoulders.

Her eyes were also brown.

She had slightly upturned eyes, but her overall expression looked kind.

And she was beautiful.

Well, nine out of ten people would turn to look at her.

But what shocked me most was her chest.

Tiria’s chest was already large, but given her age it was impressive and still developing.

This one was bigger than Yuki.

And the part that should be hidden was exposed.

She was properly dressed.

A skirt slightly longer than her knees, a half-sleeve white blouse.

But there was no fabric on the chest part of the blouse.

In other words, her breasts were completely exposed...

I was seeing large breasts with my own eyes.

Ugh, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

"Where are you looking?"

The woman herself gave a complaint-like statement.

"N-No. I just... it was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but... sorry."

In situations like this, the best thing is to apologize honestly.

"Fufu, it’s fine. Gentlemen like such things."

With that, she emphasized her chest with her arm.

My... crotch...

I unconsciously leaned forward.

"F-For now, please sit over there."

I gave the woman beside me a sideways glance, then told the third woman to sit on the sofa.

She needed to sit quickly so she could hide the tent in her pants.

"Please excuse me."

The woman gracefully adjusted her skirt and sat on the sofa.

I sat on the opposite sofa.

Ugh. Those breasts were really impressive.

Big and beautiful.

Her areola was a lovely pink.

Her nipples were neither too big nor too small, but they clearly demanded attention.

"Um, in this country, do everyone show their chests like this?"

I vaguely remembered seeing in ancient Rome or medieval Europe that some people wore clothing that exposed the breasts.

Maybe that was it?

"No. Only the Dules wear this outfit. Fufu, you must not look. This is Master’s."

She warned me while again emphasizing her chest with her arm.

Was she trying to seduce me or scold me?

Anyway...

"Master?"

"Excuse me. I am Mateus-sama, Court Magician of the Kingdom of Torres, a Dule. My name is A-Dule, Helene. Please treat me kindly."

With that, she straightened her posture while still seated, bowed her head.

Her breasts hung down due to gravity.

...So erotic.

"Um... is it alright if I call you Hiroyuki-sama?"

"Eh, ah, sorry. Yeah. I’m Hiroyuki Asahi."

Oh no, oh no. I stared again.

I introduced myself and bowed my head.

When I looked up, my eyes were naturally drawn there again.

Men are...

I felt a gaze and looked sideways.

Tiria was looking at me with tears in her eyes, exactly like Helene — emphasizing her chest with her arm.

I stroked Tiria’s head.

She’s adorable.

I turned my gaze back to Helene.

"Excuse me. Then you are Mateus-sama’s messenger, and you will guide me to Mateus-sama’s room?"

Finally, we got to the main topic.

"Yes. I have been ordered to guide Sir Hiroyuki."

"I see."

But this old man Mateus is really a lecher.

He keeps a young girl as his Dule and enjoys her.

Whether he’s enjoying it or not is another matter.

"Then let’s go at once."

With that, she stood up.

Of course, after checking with my son’s mood.

That was why I deliberately sat on the sofa and chatted so we could finish quickly.

"Tiria, stay here. I’ll be back around noon."

Since this was Tiria’s home country, there were many familiar faces.

Would Tiria be able to bear watching someone else see her like this?

Thinking about that made me not want to take her outside.

"No. Master has ordered me to bring his To-Dule with you."

Since she said so, I had no choice.

"I see. Then let’s go."

"Yes."

Tiria answered and looked around the room.

She found something, picked it up, and brought it to me.

It was a rope.

She wrapped it around her own neck, tied it, and held out the end with both hands.

Her face was full of joy.

If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging.

I took it, stroked her head, and her smile melted.

...So the worry I had earlier was unnecessary?

"Cathy, I’ll be back by noon."

"Understood."

Now she’s my personal maid.

I’ve gotten used to being served.

I shouldered the bag I had left by the wall.

"Then, Helene, shall we go?"

"Yes."

Cathy opened the door to the room, let Helene go out first, then followed with Tiria and me.

"We are off."

"See you later."

Cathy bowed as we left the room.

I thanked her, then followed Helene who had gone ahead.