Master and Slaves

"Tiria, come here."

"Y-yes, Master."

Tiria sat on my lap with a flushed face and a smile.

The Dules’ gazes all gathered on Tiria and me at once.

"Well then, let’s eat."

"""""Yes."""""

At my call the Dules answered.

Then they reached for whatever dishes they liked.

However, there were three who could not take part.

Helma and Ilma were sitting on either side of me, but they did not touch the food.

That was because Te-Dules do not eat.

They watched us eat with drool dripping from their mouths.

Unable to bear it, I spoke to them.

"Helma, Ilma, this..."

"You mustn’t, Master. Please do not feed them."

Muriel sharply admonished me.

"Helma, Ilma, stay there and bow your heads to Master."

"Y-yes, Mother..." "Y-yes, Mother..."

They answered Muriel’s words, turned toward me, and bowed their heads.

"...Haa. That’s right. Tiria, what would you like for your reward?"

I sighed and asked Tiria, who was kneeling beside me.

For some reason Tiria had not touched the food either.

"Um, that is, I would like you to do what you did for me before."

"What I did before...?"

What did I do?

"On Master’s... lap, um, that..."

Tiria hung her head and hesitated, looking back and forth between my face and the ground, red all the way to her ears.

But I understood what she wanted to say.

However, here...?

The highway ran right nearby.

Even now, people walking along the highway were looking at us with curious eyes.

And right in front of us there were many women.

Doing it among them, huh.

...Well, I’ll do it.

It’s for Tiria’s sake.

"Then first, come here."

"Y-yes!"

When I patted my cross-legged lap, Tiria smiled happily, turned her back to me, and knelt in front of me.

I gripped Tiria’s waist, brought her just above my crotch, and quickly shifted my trousers.

Then I gripped her waist again and guided her so that my member would pierce her vagina.

But Tiria shifted her body forward.

And what she lined it up with was...

"Is that all right?"

"Because Master washed me... nnn!"

When I pressed my member against her anus, she put her own weight on it and sank it in.

"Aan... nnn... hiiu!"

When it went all the way in, Tiria let out an especially loud voice and writhed.

My still only half-erect member was completely buried inside Tiria’s rear.

I wrapped my arms around Tiria’s body and hugged her.

Tiria looked back up at my face and wore a melting, full smile.

While looking at that smile I tried to eat... and noticed.

"...What’s wrong?"

Everyone was looking at Tiria and me.

Some looked envious, some jealous, and some embarrassed.

"No, it is nothing."

Muriel answered in unusually polite words, and everyone started taking food again.

I tilted my head, not understanding that scene.

...Well, I won’t think too deeply about it.

Then I tried to take food... and noticed again.

My hands... couldn’t reach.

Come to think of it, last time Helene had taken it for me.

"Hey, Helma?"

"Y-yes. What is it?"

"Could you grab that plate for me?"

"Eh, hiu... ah, y-yes!"

Helma, who had answered while still bowing her head to my first call, raised her head vigorously when she heard my next words.

At that moment she let out a small scream for an instant, then immediately answered happily.

At her chest the crystal balls attached to her nipple piercings swayed.

"Nnn, u-um, this one?"

"Yes, yes, that one."

Helma stretched out her arm and took the plate of salad I was aiming for.

Then, for some reason, she took my fork, elegantly pierced the salad with it, and brought it to my mouth.

"Master, please."

"Ah, yeah, thank you."

I was taken aback for a moment, but I thanked her and ate the salad she offered.

"Yeah. Then next, that sausage."

"Yes!"

When I asked for the next one, Helma took a sausage with a smile still on her face, cut it to bite size with a knife, and held it out to my mouth.

I snapped it into my mouth.

"Yeah, it’s good."

"Th-thank you very much! Um, which one next?!"

Even though it was not food she had made, Helma asked me for the next one as happily as if it were her own.

"Ah, that’s not fair! I also, um, um, I can’t... uu..."

Ilma also hurriedly tried to do something, but because she had no arms she could do nothing and hung her head with teary eyes.

"Ilma-chan, here."

Apparently unable to watch, Rina held out a sausage pierced on a fork to Ilma.

"U-um, but I can’t eat..."

"You feed it to Master."

"Eh? But I don’t have hands..."

"Then just give it to him with your mouth, right?"

Rina said something outrageous.

In other words, she was telling her to feed him mouth-to-mouth.

Ilma’s face instantly brightened.

Then she took the sausage from Rina’s fork in her mouth and turned toward me.

"Mashter, pleash."

"Ah, yeah, thank you."

I received the sausage from Ilma’s mouth and ate it.

"H-how is it?"

"Yeah, it’s delicious."

"Yay!"

Ilma raised her voice happily.

The sausage I received from Ilma was the same as the one I received from Helma, so of course it was.

Feeling piercing gazes, I looked to the other side and saw Helma also holding a sausage in her mouth, looking at me with expectant eyes.

"Tiria, what would you like?"

Of course I also received a sausage mouth-to-mouth from Helma, ignored the large number of sharp gazes coming from the others, and asked Tiria.

"Um, that is, I would like to receive it from Master’s mouth!"

No, that wasn’t what I meant. I was asking what she wanted to eat.

"I-it’s fine even if it’s something Master has already eaten... no, that would be better..."

Perhaps because I had stayed silent, she hurriedly added that, and her voice gradually grew smaller.

Something I had already eaten—chewed-up stuff?

Masticated food?

Somehow I felt like trying it once.

"Ilma, a sausage."

"Y-yes, Master."

Ilma bent down, took a sausage from the plate in her mouth, and fed it to me mouth-to-mouth.

I chewed it until just before swallowing, then turned Tiria’s face toward me with both hands and transferred what was in my mouth to Tiria.

Tiria’s eyes rolled, and she swallowed it just like that without doing anything.

Then she stared fixedly at me.

"W-sorry. I might have gone a little too far with the joke."

"..."

"Um, Tiria-san?"

"...Ah, um, um... au, auu..."

When Tiria focused her eyes at my call, after a little she hung her head with a bright-red face.

It seemed she had not been staring "fixedly," but looking "blankly."

"As I thought, the normal way is..."

"Um, may I ask you to do it one more time...?"

Tiria started speaking vigorously, but again her voice gradually grew smaller.

No, I don’t think it would be good for this to become a habit...

...I’ll do it one more time.

"Then next, Helma. Could you take that... bread over there?"

"Y-yes, Master!"

...

"We took quite a bit of time."

I spoke to Muriel, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, while I sat in what amounted to the passenger seat.

The carriage was once again running along the highway toward Helene’s house.

"Yes. Lunch took a lot of time."

"Ah, sorry. I got carried away..."

"No, it was a good reward for Helma and Ilma. Tiria... went a little too far, but well, she worked hard today, so I think I’ll overlook it."

Muriel said that while looking at Tiria, who was sitting holding her stomach in pain, and Helma and Ilma who were caring for her, with an expression exactly like a mother looking at her own children.

It was so beautiful it could not be expressed in words.

"..."

"U-um, Master, is something the matter?"

Apparently I had been staring at Muriel.

Noticing my gaze, Muriel asked me suspiciously.

"Ah, no... cough. Ah, how much longer until we reach Helene’s house?"

I could not say it was because she was too beautiful, so to dodge the question I suddenly asked that instead of answering Muriel.

"Haa. Let’s see. I think we will arrive before the sun sets."

The sun had long since passed its peak and was tilting, growing somewhat red.

It would probably reach the horizon in another two or three hours.

"I see. Once we reach Helene’s house... hey, Muriel. Where is this around here?"

I suddenly became curious about where we were and asked.

"This is the western edge of the Relun Kingdom. Near the border with the Cardilia Kingdom."

"The Cardilia Kingdom that was recently destroyed...?"

"Yes..."

Muriel returned the gaze she had been directing at me to the front.

"...Do you know anything about the Tres Kingdom?"

"No, I have not been told anything."

Muriel answered while still facing forward.

"I have not been told anything" meant that there was someone who knew something.

That was probably Helene.

"...I’ll ask when we get back."

"...Yes."

It did not seem like the atmosphere for talking about the Tres Kingdom, but I was curious, so I tried asking from a slightly different direction.

"I see... So what happened to the Cardilia Kingdom after that?"

"I don’t know much either, but at the very least it seems to have come under the rule of the Tres Kingdom. The royal family has probably been executed, and the nobles have had their lands confiscated and been executed or sold as slaves. The people of Cardilia will also be oppressed. That is the destination of a fallen nation."

"I see... A lot of people probably died because it was a war. ...Wars really are awful, aren’t they..."

"Yes... they are."

Muriel nodded vaguely.

After that we fell silent.

As the sun set, the carriage carrying me and my Dules followed the ruts toward Helene’s house.

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[A/N: This marks the end of third arc of the story! I didn’t specify the other two arcs ending but from now on I’m gonna specify the arcs.

The Fourth Arc - "Black and White Demihumans and World-Crossing Otherworlders" will start right away from the next Chapter.

Also, soon I’m gonna add the characters and their character designs in the book!]