Master and Slaves

I could feel my body floating lightly.

What is this?

It feels incredibly good.

Floating, sinking, then floating again.

It’s like being in water.

A sensation that doesn’t exist in reality.

Am I dreaming?

Mmm... it feels nice.

I don’t resist the pleasant feeling and relax my body, letting myself go.

I floated like that for a while, but gradually I began to sink.

Am I waking up from the dream?

I wanted to sleep a little longer.

But against my wishes, I continued to sink slowly but surely.

Then something cold and hard touched my back, and the floating sensation disappeared.

My hands, feet, and head touched it too. Gravity pressed down on me fully.

"Mu..."

I woke up from the dream.

When I opened my eyes, I realized the area was enveloped in dazzling light.

No — the light was enveloping my body.

A thick pillar of light rose up with me at its center.

But the light quickly faded and vanished.

Afterward, only a pale bluish-white light floated near the ceiling, much dimmer than the previous glow.

Where am I?

This is definitely not my room.

My room’s ceiling isn’t this high, and it doesn’t have such an elaborate painting on it.

Am I still dreaming?

Or did someone bring me here?

I tried to turn my head to check my surroundings.

"Ku..."

It wouldn’t move.

Left, right, up, down.

I couldn’t turn it in any direction.

"Muuu..."

No matter how hard I tried to lift my arms or sit up, my body wouldn’t budge even a millimeter.

Sleep paralysis.

It felt exactly like that.

I recalled that the way to deal with it is to relax.

I tried taking deep breaths.

Inhale deeply... exhale... inhale...

"Nn!"

I tried to get up with force, but again, not even a twitch.

If it won’t move, it won’t move.

For now, I moved only my eyes to observe the surroundings.

And then I thought:

I’m not wearing my glasses, yet I can see everything clearly.

My eyesight is so bad that I can barely make out people’s faces when talking to them.

I’ve never worn contacts, but right now everything around me was perfectly sharp, as if I had.

This really must be a dream.

After experiencing something so impossible, I searched for a reason to accept the impossibility, and that was the conclusion I reached.

Still, I looked around to understand my situation as best as I could within the dream.

It seemed to be a large room.

Various objects were scattered messily along the walls.

Is that a sword? There’s armor too. All of it looks Western-style.

Is this some museum storage room?

Many other things were piled up in the corners.

Suddenly I sensed a presence, so I looked to the right. There stood a person.

They were wrapped in pure white cloth with a hood pulled deep over their eyes.

They weren’t very tall.

Because their face was hidden, I couldn’t tell if they were male or female, old or young.

What stood out was the long staff they were holding — longer than their own height.

I didn’t know if they were friend or foe, but I decided to call out anyway.

Even if they were an enemy, maybe I could negotiate.

"Mu... nnn... nn..."

No voice came out.

Right, someone once said you can’t speak during sleep paralysis.

In that case, I’ll try signaling with my eyes.

I stared at the standing figure.

Our eyes met... I think.

I couldn’t see their eyes because of the hood, but they started moving, so I assumed so.

The person crouched down, placed the staff on the floor, and removed their hood with both hands.

What appeared was the face of a golden-haired, blue-eyed woman.

Her long, narrow eyes looked at me lasciviously, and her thin lips curved upward in a bewitching smile.

She shook her head, which had a makeup-free yet seductive aura, and her platinum blonde hair — enveloping her small face — cascaded in beautiful waves onto her white robe.

The sight was so divine, like the descent of the goddess Venus, that my eyes were glued to her.

But the mythical scene continued.

She touched the collar of her robe with both hands and let the white garment fall to the ground.

A pure white, dazzlingly white naked body was revealed.

I swallowed hard and lowered my gaze from her face, staring intently at her nude form.

Translucent white skin, slender and long limbs.

Firm, well-shaped breasts with beautiful cherry-colored nipples at their tips.

A youthful yet alluring abdomen and waist.

Her mound was hairless — whether naturally or shaved, I couldn’t tell.

She looked like she might be in her mid-teens.

The imbalance between her mature face and her undeveloped body was obscenely arousing.

She began walking toward me as I visually devoured her.

Like a female spider slowly approaching prey caught in her web — one step, then another — she came toward me steadily.

A seductive, lewd smile that didn’t suit her girlish appearance played on her lips.

...

What do I do? It feels like I’m about to be eaten.

Even if she’s a peerless beauty, doing it with such a young-looking girl feels wrong.

No — in this case, I’d be the one getting done?

Either way, this is heading straight into criminal territory.

Besides, I have a woman I’ve sworn my future to.

I have to avoid this somehow to protect my chastity.

For now, my body... still won’t move.

I try to shout, but...

"Mu—! Mu—!"

No sound comes out.

"Mu—! Mu—!"

I know it’s useless, but I struggle desperately.

I put strength into my arms, my legs, my abs.

But nothing moves. Not even my fingertips.

I’m like a carp on a cutting board.

I have Yuki—!

I don’t want to cheat—!

Even while screaming internally and trying to get up, my body remained completely still.

A shadow fell over my face as I struggled with all my might.

I lifted my eyes — which had been looking down in my attempt to rise — and there was her face again, wearing that same lewd smile.

Our eyes met. Hers were the melting, seductive eyes of a girl trying to bewitch a man.

"ЯΨЛКБФЖЦΨКБΔШДЛЯЖ,ЗΨФЛФБЗΨИДΔЮГ"

She spoke a few words in a language I didn’t know, then pressed her lips to mine.

Once, twice. She confirmed the sensation by lightly touching our lips.

On the third time, it became a long, deep kiss. Her tongue traced my teeth and invaded my mouth.

Confused but staring into her eyes, I responded. Our tongues intertwined, greedily exchanging saliva.

After a while, she pulled her lips away.

Leaving a silver bridge of saliva between us, she placed her tongue on my neck and slowly slid it downward across my body.

From neck to chest, chest to stomach, and further down.

The earlier confusion had vanished, and I calmly observed the scene.

A naked girl who didn’t seem fully grown was licking all over my body.

A shiver of immoral pleasure ran down my spine, yet I felt strangely detached.

...Only now did I realize I was naked, but I didn’t care.

When she reached my fully erect cock, she pulled her lips back for a moment and kissed the tip of the glans.

Twice, lightly, just like before.

Then she continued kissing various spots while running her tongue along it.

With her left hand, she scooped up her long platinum hair that reached her chest and swept it to the right side.

Now that her luxurious hair no longer obstructed the view, she continued pleasuring me while looking into my eyes.

After running her tongue over every inch of the glans and the underside of the ridge, she pressed it against the frenulum and moved up and down.

After several strokes, she opened her mouth wide and took my cock inside.

Stimulating the underside with her tongue, her young yet lewd mouth swallowed the thick, long symbol of manhood.

When she had taken about two-thirds and the head hit the back of her throat, she raised her face and slowly pulled back.

Even then, her tongue stayed pressed against the underside while her lips tightly squeezed my shaft.

As soon as the glans left her lips, she took it in again.

She repeated this several times.

Throughout it all, I remained completely calm.

It certainly felt good.

I feel bad saying it, but it felt many times better than when Yuki did it.

Yet I didn’t feel excited.

My cock was hard and swollen, but there was no sign of ejaculation.

If it had been Yuki, I would have cum long ago.

What is this?

It felt less like sex and more like some kind of ritual.

After several more strokes, she took my cock out of her mouth and gently held it with her left hand.

Rather than "gripped," it would be more accurate to say she lovingly cradled it.

She climbed onto the platform I was lying on, straddled my waist, and mounted me.

Then she aligned my cock — still held gently in her left hand — with her slit.

Transparent love juices overflowed from between her legs and ran down her thighs.

She seemed fully prepared.

She pressed my cock against her entrance and pushed it in.

Then she slowly, very slowly lowered her hips.

But when the entire glans was inside, I felt it hit something.

Had it already reached the deepest part?

No, it couldn’t possibly be that shallow.

Then what was it?

Even as I calmly pondered this, she continued lowering her hips further.

Even though it was hitting something deep, she kept going slowly.

No way!

At that moment, there was a rip, rip sensation.

It wasn’t really a sound — it was the feeling of something tearing.

There was no need to guess.

Looking at her face as she endured the pain told me exactly what it was.

She quickly returned to her lewd expression.

She lowered her hips even further.

Her vaginal walls squeezed my cock tightly.

When about three-quarters was inside, it hit the deepest part.

"Nn..."

She let out a soft sigh and slowly raised her hips.

As expected, the withdrawing shaft was stained with blood mixed with her love juices.

In other words, she had been a virgin, and this was her first time.

Yet she showed no sign of caring and continued her strokes.

Placing both hands on my chest, she looked at me with enchanting eyes and gradually increased her pace.

"Nn... nn... nn..."

She shook her hips violently while letting out muffled moans.

The stimulation pushed me toward the edge.

"ЗБИГΣ,ЗБЛГωЛБЪΨωЗГΣЛГω!"

She arched her body like a bow and reached climax.

I tensed all my muscles. Even though I couldn’t move, I tried to pump my seed into her womb.

She clamped down with her vagina, trying to squeeze out every last drop.

After several spasms, she collapsed on top of me.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

She braced both hands on the platform beside my chest, hanging her head and breathing heavily with her shoulders.

From my position, I could only see her platinum hair.

Since I couldn’t do anything else, I stared at her head until she finally lifted her face.

The lewd atmosphere from before was gone.

There was a slightly open small mouth showing anxiety, and large round eyes that drooped a little.

A cute, childish face was there.

Our eyes met.

But she quickly looked away in embarrassment.

"ЯΨЛКБФЖИΔКБЪГωКБΔΞКΨШФБ,ФΨЛГωЛДИГЛΨΔКЗБ."

She murmured something, then looked back at me.

Her eyes were filled with determination — resolute and strong.

She stared straight into my eyes.

Then she took my right hand with her left and pressed my palm against her chest.

"ЛΨШКБЗЯЖЗΨФЛФБЛГω!"

As she shouted, her body began to shine brilliantly.

"Nn... ku..."

She arched her body the same way she had at climax.

Thump, thump, thump — her body jerked three times, and the light from her entire body converged on her left breast.

The light pulsed three times, then was absorbed into my palm.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Right after, my heart pounded violently.

Something was entering me.

Something that wasn’t mine.

It felt like a foreign object invading my body — a strange sensation.

But it wasn’t unpleasant.

What is this? A pleasant, warm something.

"I believe you should be able to move your body now... How is it?"

The girl spoke shyly while looking down.

I was surprised that she spoke fluent Japanese, but first I needed to confirm I could move.

I brought my left hand in front of my face.

I opened and closed it repeatedly while looking at my palm.

It’s true. I can move.

Next, I thought about my right hand, but she was still holding it with both of hers against her chest.

"Ahem... ahem. Nn, nn."

I confirmed I could speak.

Since I hadn’t spoken until now, I cleared my throat to remove the discomfort.

"Um... could you let go of my right hand?"

I asked her.

"Ah! S-sorry! Kyaa! Kyaaaa!"

"Watch out...! ...Gueh."

She hurriedly let go and tried to pull away from me.

But we were still connected.

In her panic, as she tried to get off the platform, she was distracted by my cock slipping out of her, lost her balance, and fell toward the floor.

Or rather, she was about to.

At the last moment, I twisted my body and ended up underneath her.

My back slammed hard against the floor, and then she landed on top of me, causing me to let out a sound like a crushed frog.

Surprisingly — or rather, not painful at all — perhaps because I landed in a good spot.

Worried about me, she quickly jumped off and peered at my face from the side.

"A-are you okay!?"

"Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m pretty sturdy. More importantly, are you hurt?"

"Yes. Um... thank you very much, Master!"

"Good, then. ...Huh...? Master?"

We were both relieved that neither was injured when she suddenly said that.

What? Master? Huh? Me?

My earlier calmness vanished, and I panicked.

No, wait. Calm down. Stay calm.

Um, Master? No way — I’ve never done anything to make a girl I just met call me that.

I haven’t... or have I...? Ah!

We literally just did it a few minutes ago. Yeah, no doubt about it.

Aaaah, I creampied her (crying).

No no no — I didn’t want that! She did it on her own! It was what they call reverse rape!

No no no, calm down, calm down. Deep breaths. Innnn... Outttt... Innnn... Outttt...

...I did this earlier too, didn’t I?

Um, first I should ask about the things I don’t understand. The problem is... I don’t understand anything.

I held my head, crouched down, shook my head side to side saying "no no no," and suddenly started deep breathing again.

The girl watched me with wide eyes... Right, first I should ask her name.

"Um, first, your name. Ah, I’ll introduce myself first. My name is Hiroyuki Asahi. Wait, no — Asahi Hiroyuki. Hiroyuki is my given name."

"Hiroyuki-sama, right? My name is Tiria."

"Tiria, huh. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it."

"E... ah... um, th-thank you very much!"

When I casually praised her name, Tiria blushed bright red and looked down while thanking me.

She’s insanely cute.

"Hahaha. Then, could you tell me a few things? Is that okay?"

"Yes."

I was about to ask questions to understand the current situation, but...

"Ah, but before that, I have one... no, two suggestions."