Master and Slaves

"Ah, but before that, there’s one—no, two proposals I’d like to make."

"What might they be?"

Before trying to fully grasp the current situation, I decided to confirm my own state first.

I was completely naked, sitting cross-legged on the platform I had just been sleeping on, leaning back slightly.

Tilia was also completely naked. She had her hands clasped behind her back, kneeling formally in front of me, leaning forward with her face raised.

It was a scene that perfectly fit the title "The Descended God and His Devout Believer."

Or perhaps "The Magistrate Pronouncing Judgment on the Sinner."

"...Shouldn’t we sit normally and talk? You can straighten your back, you know."

"T-That would be unthinkable! I am Master’s slave. A slave should maintain a slave-like posture!"

She was quite insistent. Well, if she herself says it’s fine, I guess it’s okay.

...Hm? Master’s slave? Tilia is my slave?

...Why?

I wanted to ask, but I decided to save the questions for later.

"I see. Then, one more thing. Umm..."

I stood up and walked behind her, heading toward the door.

Tilia kept her posture exactly as it was, only turning her head to watch me.

When I reached my destination, I crouched down, picked up the white robe and the long staff that had fallen on the floor, and turned around to return.

Tilia hurriedly faced forward again and lowered her head.

"———!"

That was when I noticed.

In the center of the dimly lit room, there was only one thing shining: her pure white ass.

That beautiful butt was pointed directly at me. Both her asshole and the slit below it were completely exposed.

...Erotic.

I couldn’t help but stare, captivated.

Then, her asshole twitched and spasmed, and at the same time, a thick glob of white fluid oozed out from the lower hole with a gopori sound.

It dripped onto the floor, trailing sticky threads.

There, a puddle had formed—white liquid marbled with red.

The white was my semen.

The semen I had ejaculated inside Tilia’s womb.

The red was Tilia’s blood.

The blood of her lost virginity.

Staring at such a lewd, immoral sight... I started getting excited.

I had defiled an innocent, young girl. There was guilt, but sexual desire was far stronger.

When I looked down, my cock was standing tall and energetic again.

...Was I always this much of a scumbag?

I felt a little depressed... and shook my head.

I hurriedly shook off the malicious desire and negative thoughts.

Umm, what was I trying to do again?

Right. The robe.

Still fully erect, I returned to my original spot.

As I passed by Tilia’s side, I set the staff down beside her and draped the robe over her body.

"What is this?"

Tilia grabbed the robe that had been placed on her and looked up at me with a puzzled expression as I sat down in front of her.

"It’s yours, right, Tilia? Put it on."

I placed the staff I was holding on her right side and spoke a bit firmly.

I spoke firmly because I really needed her to wear it.

After all, a naked girl was doing a dogeza right in front of me.

If I looked at her face, I could see two breasts dangling right below it.

Every time she spoke, they jiggled.

How was I supposed to concentrate on the conversation?

Besides, I had just realized a few moments ago that I was a pervert who got hard at such a young-looking girl.

I felt like I might assault her at any moment.

"B-But Master, you aren’t wearing anything. I cannot possibly wear clothes by myself."

Saying that, Tilia picked up the robe.

"Besides, I can no longer wear this robe. So please, Master, use it yourself."

Without changing her posture, she neatly folded the robe on the floor and respectfully offered it to me as if making an offering to a god.

"No, no, I’ll be troubled if you don’t wear it, Tilia."

I slid the offered robe back toward her.

I really was troubled. Even now it was pretty bad. I’d been rock-hard this whole time.

"I can’t. I am not allowed to wear it. A-And... if Master doesn’t wear something, I-I’ll also be... t-troubled."

Tilia slowly lowered her gaze from my face downward, then blushed and turned her head to the side.

"Ah, ahh, right. Yeah, that makes sense... W-Well, for now, shall we look for something to wear?"

I belatedly covered my throbbing erection with both hands, stood up, and walked toward the left wall.

I had spotted the silver Western-style armor earlier, so I figured there might be clothes around there.

"No, Master!"

Tilia’s shout made me stop reaching out.

"Eh? What?"

"There might be cursed items, so please don’t touch anything."

At Tilia’s warning, I quickly pulled my hand back.

"Oh, I see."

"Yes. Um, please wait a moment."

Tilia picked up the staff and stood up.

She held the staff with both hands, thrust it forward, closed her eyes, and lowered her face.

"Reveal to me the true form. Manifest the malicious curse that pierces this body with light."

She chanted something like a spell in a quiet voice. The tip of the staff began to glow.

Once it was bright enough, Tilia spoke in a clear, dignified voice.

"Detected Curse!"

The light at the tip of the staff converged and scattered throughout the room.

Looking around, various items placed here and there began to glow.

I was so surprised I fell on my ass. What the hell was that?

Magic? If you did that at a group date, it’d be a huge hit.

"U-Um, I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!"

Tilia did a dogeza right in front of me, pressing her forehead to the floor and apologizing profusely.

"N-No, Tilia, you don’t have to apologize that much. Haha, hahaha."

I stood up and offered my hand to help Tilia up as well.

"More importantly, what was that just now?"

"Um, Detected Curse is a spell that detects whether something is cursed. The glowing items are cursed."

I see, magic. The classic fantasy magic.

She even mentioned curses. This really is a fantasy world.

If there’s a Demon King to defeat or saving the world, it’d be perfect.

...Umm, there’s something I should probably ask first.

"...This place... it’s Japan... or Earth... right?"

"Japan? Earth? Um, this is the Gelzile Demon Kingdom in the Demon Realm."

Demon Realm? Gelzile Demon Kingdom? What the hell is that?

I’d never heard of it.

At the very least, this clearly wasn’t Japan.

And it might not even be Earth.

...For real?

I had held some hope because Tilia spoke perfect Japanese.

...Is this the rumored isekai summoning?

No, no way. This isn’t a game or a novel.

That kind of thing can’t happen in reality.

Then is this a prank? But it’s gone on way too long.

If they didn’t stop me before I had sex with Tilia, the organizer would be a confirmed criminal.

Just making Tilia dress like that would already get someone thrown in jail.

Which means... this is a dream. It has to be a dream.

Yeah. Thinking that made me feel much better.

With that settled, I looked around the room again.

The surroundings were brightly glowing. Truly a scene that suited a dream.

And the glowing things were the items placed along the walls.

...Which meant...

"...Almost everything is cursed, huh."

"...It appears so."

Maybe the room was even brighter now than when I first woke up?

"Hmm—this one’s fine. This one’s okay too. This one... whoa, it’s glowing! That was close, I almost touched it."

We split up to gather the non-cursed items.

Since almost everything was glowing, finding the safe ones was surprisingly difficult.

We piled the collected items on the central platform.

I took the lead in carrying the heavy-looking ones like armor and hammers.

However, they were so light it felt like they were made of plastic.

Why?

They definitely looked metallic.

Was it some kind of light metal?

Or was it because this was a dream?

...I’ll think about it later.

First, let’s finish gathering items and find something to wear.

I placed the hammer I was holding on the platform and headed back to the wall to search for more non-glowing items.

Hmm, I think that’s all of them.

"Tilia. I’m done over here."

"Yes, it looks like there’s nothing more on this side either."

I placed the items I was holding on the platform and called out to Tilia, who had been searching the opposite wall.

She seemed to have finished too. She replied and came trotting over.

The way she ran with small, quick steps was just like a little animal.

Normally, that sight would be healing.

But the situation was different now.

Tilia was naked. Her breasts were bouncing. Dangerous.

I averted my eyes. Focus, focus. Calm down, calm down.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. ...Um, is something wrong?"

Tilia peered up at my face, which was turned slightly down and to the right.

She tilted her body forward and left, brushing the hair from her face with her right index finger and tucking it behind her ear.

Like an older sister asking a pouting child "What’s wrong?"

It was an insanely arousing situation, and of course her breasts were swaying again.

"No, no no no, it’s nothing. Nothing at all. ...Ah, um, right. Shall we look for clothes then?"

"Y-Yes."

She must have noticed her own state. Tilia’s face turned bright red, but she kept her hands behind her back and didn’t try to cover herself as she answered.

I tore my gaze away from her and began rummaging through the various items densely packed on the platform.

Since I wasn’t particularly fashion-conscious, I just picked up whatever caught my eye as long as the size seemed about right.

A green tunic and beige pants.

When I put them on, the pants were a bit baggy, but tying the waist cord fixed that.

The tunic was loose like a traditional one, so the bagginess actually felt just right.

This should do.

Once I was dressed, I turned to the side and saw Tilia picking up clothes with a difficult expression, groaning.

"Muu... This one won’t do either."

She put the garment back on the platform and picked up the next one.

"Muu... This one won’t do either."

She put it back again... and repeated the process.

Did it take girls longer to choose clothes?

Thinking it would take a while, I picked up a Western sword from the platform to kill time.

......It was as light as a toy.

When I drew it from the sheath, the blade gave off a metallic sheen.

At least it wasn’t a toy.

I gave it a light swing.

It felt as light as swinging a tree branch.

My impression was: unreliable.

Western swords were better suited for slashing and cutting rather than chopping. I remembered reading somewhere that heavier was better.

That was why it felt unreliable.

I sheathed the sword and put it back, then looked at other weapons.

There were hammers and axes too, but none really caught my interest.

Then my eyes fell on a blade-shaped weapon.

I picked it up. It was light, as expected.

I had once been allowed to hold a real Japanese sword, but it hadn’t felt this light.

For a moment I wondered if the blade was made of bamboo like a shinai, but like the Western sword earlier, it was probably metal.

I gripped the hilt and drew it from the sheath.

A beautiful hamon pattern appeared on the silver-gleaming blade.

When I touched the blade, it felt cool.

It was definitely metal.

Aluminum? Titanium? Duralumin?

I pondered while looking at the blade, but had no idea.

Of course I didn’t. I wasn’t an expert.

There was no point thinking about it, so I gave up and a new interest arose.

...Should I try cutting something?

I wasn’t sure if it would cut, but...

"Hah!"

I swung the sword down at a large Western armor standing on the platform.

Clang! ...Crash!

"Kyaa!"

The armor was sliced cleanly in two, fell to both sides, and hit the floor with a loud noise.

Startled by the sound, Tilia let out a loud scream.

I stared blankly at the sword in my hand.

The blade had cut through the armor and was buried halfway into the platform—which was probably made of stone.

Not because it couldn’t cut further, but because I had stopped it.

"Master, what happened!?"

Tilia rushed over and frantically patted my body.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, I’m fine. I was just testing the blade. But wow, this thing cuts way better than I expected."

I gently peeled Tilia off me, pulled the blade out of the platform, and sheathed it.

Leaving it unsheathed would be extremely dangerous.

"I see. Thank goodness. ...As expected of Master. To cut such hard-looking armor clean in two."

Tilia placed a hand on her chest in relief, then crouched down and stared intently at the bisected armor on the floor.

"By the way, have you decided on clothes?"

I asked the still-naked Tilia.

"Yes... Um, there were no clothes I could wear."

She answered as she stood up.

"Hm? There were plenty of clothes, right? Even if the size is a bit off, you could just roll up the hems or tie them with a cord, right?"

I showed her my own pants as an example. The legs were a little short, but I had tied the waist because it was loose.

"No, it’s not that... Um, there are no clothes that I’m allowed to wear."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Um, because I am a To-Doule, I am not allowed to wear clothes that cover my breasts, bottom, or... my private place."

Breasts, bottom, and... private place means her genitals—the so-called "pussy."

Those are exactly the parts a girl would normally feel most embarrassed about showing, yet she’s saying she’s not allowed to wear clothes that cover them.

Wait, first of all...

"...To-Doule? What’s that?"

"Yes. ...Um, it is the lowest rank of slave."

A slave? And the lowest rank at that?

Why would such a young girl end up in that position?

Anger welled up inside me.

But there was no point saying that now. I should move the conversation forward.

"So, does being a To-Doule mean you’re not allowed to wear clothes?"

"U-Um, t-that is... it’s n-not that I’m completely forbidden from wearing clothes... Uu."

Whoa! She got scared. My tone was too harsh. My anger leaked into my voice.

Ugh, her eyes are getting watery. She’s on the verge of tears.

"Ah, sorry, sorry. I scared you, didn’t I? I’m sorry. Then, what kind of clothes do other To-Doules wear?"

"Sniff... Um, I don’t know. I’ve never met any."

She’s a slave but has never met others of the same rank? Are To-Doules that rare?

Hm? Am I missing something?

"Tilia? When we first met, you were wearing that robe. Was that okay at the time?"

"Y-Yes. I had not yet become a To-Doule then."

"I see. So that’s how it is."

In other words, after that—after having sex with me and doing all those confusing things—one of them must have turned Tilia into a To-Doule.

...Which means I formed some kind of contract with her? That’s why I’m her Master?

...Ah, that earlier question is solved.

"Then, is there no way to stop being a To-Doule?"

"Um... Does Master dislike me? Did I do something Master dislikes? Sniff... hic."

"No! That’s not it at all. It’s not that I dislike you. Not at all. Yeah."

I desperately tried to soothe Tilia, who looked like she was about to cry again.

What’s going on? Why does she start crying?

"I’ll do anything! I will never do anything Master dislikes, so please don’t abandon me! Uu... uuu..."

...I see. Telling her to stop being a slave was the same as saying I was discarding her.

...Like saying I didn’t need her anymore.

"It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t abandon you. There, stop crying. Okay? Okay?"

I hugged Tilia, stroked her head, and gently patted her back to reassure her.

"Sniff... Y-Yes. I’m... okay now."

She rubbed her forehead against my solar plexus, then looked up and smiled.

Once she had calmed down, I asked again, this time carefully so there would be no misunderstanding.

"I see, good. So, is there any way to stop being a To-Doule?"

Tilia’s expression clouded over.

"Um... I don’t know. I’m sorry..."

I had been worried she would start crying again, but she didn’t this time.

"No, it’s fine. Umm, let’s get back to the topic. So there are no clothes here that Tilia can wear. Hmm, what should we do..."

"Um, I’m fine staying like this."

"That won’t do. We need to find something you can wear..."

"I heard that there are many slaves who remain naked. So I’ll be fine like this too."

Hmm. Making a girl who looks like she’s in puberty stay naked feels wrong.

No, I’d definitely become a criminal, wouldn’t I?

But she herself says it’s okay. And it’s true that we can’t keep talking like this forever.

I decided to put that issue aside for now and started what I had originally intended to do.

"I see, understood. Then, finally, I’d like to ask you some questions."