Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Memories Of Summer Vacation

Although Faye made a surprising suggestion to do it from behind, unfortunately, it couldn’t be done that day.

The person who made the suggestion was completely engrossed in chimera research, so it wasn’t the right atmosphere.

However, this wasn’t Faye’s workshop, and she only had simple equipment. After a few days, her research reached its limits.

“This is as far as I can go outside? Ugh…”

Was her body stiff? Faye stretched, raising her arms over her head.

Seeing her struggling with that impressive chest, I couldn’t help but squeeze it.

Squish, squish.

“Eeek! What are you doing, Junior?! Why are you touching so casually?!”

“I’ll touch my own chest if I want. What’s the problem?”

“It’s my chest, though?! Don’t talk nonsense so confidently!”

“Nonsense, you say…”

Feigning a wounded expression, I hugged Faye from behind. Then I rubbed my face against her messy hair and spoke.

“This is too much. Who bought the clothes you’re wearing right now?”

“Uh.”

“Whose wallet does your food money come from?”

“From your wallet, Junior…”

“Exactly. Most of what you wear and eat comes from my money. So there’s no problem if I undress the clothes I bought or touch the chest that grew from the food I paid for, right?”

“R-Really?”

With a doubtful expression, Faye tilted her head. Good, she’s halfway convinced.

I brought my lips to her round ear, peeking out from her curly hair, and whispered, blowing softly.

“Now say it again, Faye. Whose chest is this?”

“J-Junior’s?”

“More precisely. Say it clearly so anyone can understand.”

“Ugh…”

Faye’s face turned red, and she lowered her head. After hesitating for a moment, she turned to face me.

Because she was so short, she had to look up at me from a diagonal angle.

Maybe that’s why her neck was trembling, showing a lack of flexibility from not moving much.

She looked as if she was struggling with shame or like prey scared in front of a predator.

From her small lips came a timid voice.

“I… declare that my chest, Faye Yareunshade’s chest, belongs to Junior Yandel and can be touched anytime and anywhere, without complaint.”

“……”

“Um, Junior? Is this okay…?”

Faye glanced at me anxiously. Hearing unexpected words, my brain started to work again after being momentarily stunned.

“Y-Yes. Well done.”

As I nodded in bewilderment, Faye erased her anxious expression and wore her usual eerie smile.

“Hmm, hmm. Junior’s preferences… note, note…”

“???”

She even pulled out a notebook and pen from somewhere, writing down, “Junior likes naughty declarations.”

“Wait, did you plan this?!”

“Of course! Who says such things seriously? Are you one of those people who can’t distinguish between erotic stories and reality?”

“…Wow. Why are you so annoying these days, Faye?”

Pressing down on Faye’s crown with my chin, she let out a scream.

“Aaah! That really hurts!”

“Faye’s weak spot is the crown… note, note…”

“Isn’t the crown everyone’s weak spot?!”

I don’t know. Anyway, I’ll keep pressing it.

After playing around with Faye like that for a while, I tried to slip my hand inside her collar but made eye contact with Carla next to us.

She looked like a platypus watching the river flood its nest with a face mixed with disbelief, self-reproach, and blankness.

Carla spoke with a voice filled with disbelief and self-reproach.

“No one says such things seriously… Not distinguishing between erotic stories and reality…”

“Ah.”

It was a while ago now, but Carla had made a similar vow in the underground dungeon of Gef City, kissing my privates.

I let go of Faye and quickly approached Carla.

“It’s okay, Carla! I really liked it! Isn’t that enough?!”

“Master was satisfied…”

“Yes. I was satisfied, and since then, I’ve cherished you like this.”

When I gently scratched under Carla’s chin, her ruby eyes finally regained focus.

“…Master really liked it?”

“Of course.”

“Then… can I do it again?”

“Huh…?”

“You said you liked it. And vows or declarations are traditionally made in front of many people.”

“So… you want to recreate it in front of the other girls?”

“Yes. Is that not okay?”

“If that’s what makes you feel better, I don’t mind…”

I trailed off as I looked around. Faye and Iona seemed intrigued, while the others looked flustered.

No one seemed to dislike the idea.

“Alright. Let’s do it then.”

“Yes!”

Carla nodded brightly with a smile.

Despite knowing her situation was due to a false accusation, she still declared herself a slave.

How deeply was slave education ingrained in her? I let out a bitter smile, realizing that because Carla was broken, she could trust someone for the first time.

Carla, who had a strangely reassuring presence due to our abnormal relationship.

Though I had lived hiding for three years after falling into this world, sharpening my personality, I was not like that now.

There was no need to hide my face with a Polymorph Potion or worry about arming myself with even a little better magical equipment.

Most importantly, I was not alone. I was living with someone.

…Well, most of them are either my slaves or in a similar state!

Anyway, the fact that Carla played a significant role in my process of gaining a sense of ease and comfort was important.

In that sense, Carla’s declaration as a slave from now on would be quite meaningful to me.

Waiting with a pounding heart, Carla in front of me slowly began to undress.

Rustle. Rustle.

The sound of fabric brushing against skin. And something light falling to the floor. In an instant, Carla’s naked body was revealed.

Carla, not wearing a single thread, slowly knelt down. No, she bowed her head and lay flat.

Her well-shaped breasts pressed against her knees and the floor, pushing out sideways to assert her presence.

Long, slender waves of platinum hair scattered on the floor. The graceful curve of her back captured the eye.

Of course, the highlight was her slightly lifted buttocks.

From this vantage point, it briefly seemed that the line of her pelvis and buttocks resembled a heart shape.

Carla maintained the extremely polite naked dogeza posture and spoke.

“Master, would you please take out your penis?”

“…Yes.”

I hadn’t expected this much. My response was a bit slow. But Carla waited calmly.

I thought it was like making a submissive puppy lie down as I took off my pants.

The lower part emerged, naturally already firm.

“You can lift your head now.”

“Yes.”

Carla slowly raised her body and crawled on her knees to right in front of me.

Naturally, a large shadow appeared over Carla’s face. Carla, with her arms turned behind her in a standing attention posture, extended her neck.

Kiss.

Carla lightly kissed the tip of my penis. The soft sensation felt on the sensitive area quickly turned into pleasure.

“Master. You, who have taken everything from me…”

Kiss.

Carla chirped sweet words with a pleasant voice.

“I swear.”

Kiss.

A solemn yet vulgar, strange scene. I could feel the other women around, unable to take their eyes off Carla.

In fact, I felt the same way.

“I, Carla Lindelheit, serve Yandel as my master, and will not forget the duties of a slave under any circumstances.”

Kiss.

A pledge I had heard once before. However, no matter how many times I hear it, it remains thrilling and spine-chilling.

“My body and mind are entirely yours.”

Kiss.

This was not surprising given that the situation had not changed from before.

Carla knew I would not abandon her, and I believed Carla would not betray me either.

“This pledge will be valid until the day my life ends.”

Kiss.

Nevertheless, Carla still craved affection as a slave. She awaited my response with a sacred attitude, kissing my penis.

Carla now seemed both adorable and praiseworthy, but also somewhat pitiable.

Perhaps she noticed my thoughts. Carla’s lips, which had been serious, gently curved.

“So please answer me with unwavering affection.”

“Ah.”

Words I hadn’t said at that time. It was a desire that couldn’t be expressed when just being not discarded was enough.

My feelings of unease were completely washed away by this selfish request to love her continuously.

I reached out and gently stroked Carla’s platinum hair.

“I promise.”

“Thank you, Master. Then, I will put the seal here…”

Carla opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.

I held Carla’s small head and slowly pushed my waist forward.

The sensation sliding over her tongue. The sensation enveloped in her damp mouth. And the sensation passing through her narrow esophagus.

Carla, who had swallowed me deep enough for her nose to touch my lower abdomen, nodded.

“I’ll make sure to mark it, so look forward to it.”

“Ugh…”

Carla’s hand subtly moved between her legs.