Master and Slaves

[A/N: I added Milestones Chapter. There you can see the milestones for bonus Chapters!]

Even though the afterglow should not have faded yet, she somehow managed to lower her head in front of me while her posture was still collapsing, and kissed the foot of me who was still sitting cross-legged.

"Yeah, good girl."

This time I had intended not to stroke her head... but since Ilma offered her head, I stroked it for her.

"Kufuu!!"

She seemed to have climaxed again.

...Haa.

"Ilma can already use her ’legs,’ so she seems fine."

Muriel muttered while looking at Ilma, who was still twitching from the afterglow of climax even as she prostrated herself.

I also followed Muriel’s gaze and looked at Ilma’s legs.

Their color was brownish, and their shape looked like nothing more than two thick vines twisted together, but she could already walk and, as just now, do things like bending and stretching.

She still could not make agile movements like running or jumping, but she could use her "legs."

If she wore knee-high socks and boots, they would probably look like normal legs.

"That’s right. Her arms are... still not ready, huh."

"Yes. She needs to get used to the ’legs’ first."

After answering that, Muriel knelt in front of me and took my softened member into her mouth.

Using her tongue, she carefully licked away my semen and Ilma’s tide from inside her oral cavity.

Every time Ilma moved the legs made of insect tentacles, her body was toyed with by the insects.

That was because the nutrients needed to move the tentacles were being supplied by Ilma’s love juice.

She had already gotten somewhat used to it, but if she started using her arms as well she would climax nonstop and become unable to do anything.

"I’ve finished."

Muriel narrowed her mouth and sucked as she pulled my member out.

"Thank you, Muriel."

After thanking Muriel, for some reason I sat the sulking Ilma on my lap with her back facing me.

Then I stroked Ilma’s belly, which was swollen large like a woman in her final month of pregnancy.

"Hoe~."

Ilma looked up at the ceiling with a slack expression, looking comfortable.

"So, how is Helma?"

I asked Muriel, who for some reason had sat down beside me.

When Ilma’s restraints had been released, Helma had still been hanging with her limbs restrained.

"Yes, Helma also seems to be fine now. She has no immunity to this sort of thing, so she looks quite embarrassed."

Muriel placed a hand over her mouth and giggled.

"Helma, come in."

Muriel called out to Helma while still facing away from the door.

"!"

There was a sense of someone being surprised on the other side of the door.

No—this was probably Helma.

"E-excuse me."

As expected, Helma opened the door and entered with a red face.

"Kya!"

Helma covered her face with both hands.

What was wrong?

"Helma, from now on you will serve at Master’s side. How can you be embarrassed by something like this?"

Muriel scolded Helma.

"Master, I apologize. She is embarrassed because she saw Master’s naked body."

Muriel explained that to me.

"Ah, I see. Muriel, the clothes still aren’t dry, right?"

"Ah, yes. Please wear these."

Saying that, Muriel handed me a set of top and bottom clothes.

Apparently one of the purposes of her coming into this room had been to give me the clothes.

"These are?"

"Clothes that Lady Tzecilia prepared for you."

While answering that, Muriel draped the top over my shoulders.

I put my arms through the sleeves and put on the clothes while keeping Ilma on my lap.

It was neither too tight nor too loose—just the right size.

If I had to complain, the sleeves were a little short.

"What will you do about underwear and trousers?"

"Nn? Underwear?"

"Yes. Cathy received the materials from Lady Tzecilia and made them, it seems."

What she showed me after answering was a pair of cotton shorts that looked similar to trunks.

"Ah, right. I’ll put them on now."

I sat the still-grumbling Ilma down beside me, stood up, and put on the cotton shorts Cathy had made.

Yeah, no sense of discomfort.

After putting the trousers on over them, I sat down cross-legged once more.

Well then, is this good enough?

Looking forward again, I saw that Helma was still covering her face with both hands in front of the door.

Looking closely, she was peeking through the gaps between her fingers.

...Well, I’ll leave her alone for now.

"It’s fine now, Helma."

"Y-yes. Thank you very much, Master."

I called out to Helma that way.

Helma answered and lowered her hands from her face.

Her face was bright red from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

"I-I’m terribly sorry, Master."

Helma knelt on the spot and lowered her head.

"Ah, no, it’s fine."

I answered Helma that way.

"Fuu. Then Helma, stand up and show yourself to Master."

"Y-yes, Mother."

Helma stood up.

That appearance of hers was, how should I put it...

"And then, turn around once on the spot."

"Y-yes."

Just as Muriel had told her, Helma turned around once on the spot while blushing shyly.

How should I describe it?

Like a wedding dress, yet also like a slave outfit.

In a single word: contradiction?

Yes, that was it.

The word "contradiction" fit the outfit perfectly.

The pure-white dress with frills looked elegant, yet the chest, crotch, and buttocks were emphasized and exposed, making it more lewd the longer one looked.

The modest, refined embroidery was the kind worn by high nobility, yet the black restraints on her wrists and ankles and the black collar around her neck were pure slave.

The white fabric on her arms covered from her wrists to around the middle of her upper arms.

From the golden armlets attached to those upper arms, golden chains ran to the piercings on her stretched nipples.

From the nipples, chains also connected to a necklace and to the other nipple, and round crystals filled with my magic hung from them.

Naturally there was no cloth covering her chest; a teddy-like undergarment pushed up her almost nonexistent breasts to create a sense of volume.

Metal fittings were attached at the cleavage, and a cloth so thin it was nearly transparent covered down to her waist while avoiding the breasts.

From the base of the garter belts attached to the teddy, golden chains stretched toward her private parts, pulling on the piercings attached to her small labia and exposing her secret place.

Chains were also attached to the ends of the garter belts, drawing parabolic arcs and attaching to the piercing on her stretched clitoris.

Of course the garter belts were holding up white stockings that reached her thighs.

From the waist of the teddy, besides the garter belts, two belts hung in front and two in back, with white cloth suspended from them.

However, because the belts were too long, that skirt-like cloth did not hide her crotch or buttocks and only covered from below them down to below the knees.

In short, Helma was wearing a pure-white elegant dress that did not hide the places that should be hidden, and the golden chains that stood out against the pure-white fabric were attached to key points of her body, exposing her female organs and stimulating her sensitive places every time she moved.

If the places that should be hidden were covered, there would be no sense of discomfort in calling it a wedding dress.

If the colors and decorations were different, one could also accept it as a bondage outfit.

Helma, who still did not know a man, looked like a pure young girl, yet at the same time Helma, who was constantly climaxing, looked like a lewd adult prostitute.

Furthermore, she was carefully gripping the chain growing from her urethral hole with both hands around the area under her chest.

Well then, looking at Helma like that, I did not know what words to say...

"...It suits you."

I ended up saying that without thinking.

I thought I had made a mistake, but when I saw Helma happily twisting her body while love juice dripped along the chain growing from her still-untainted secret place, I quietly let out a sigh.

After enjoying herself for a while, Helma held out the chain she was holding with both hands toward me with a full smile.

When I received it, her expression became ecstatic, and then...

"Nnn!!"

She arched her body as if doing a cute stretch.

The golden chains attached all over her body made a chara-chara sound.

She seemed to have climaxed lightly.

After a little while she knelt on the spot.

"Thank you very much, Master."

After thanking me, she kissed the foot of me who was still sitting cross-legged.

"Master!"

Ilma, who had somehow left the room at some point, came back in and knelt beside Helma.

In both of her arms she was holding chains, as if she had tried to do the same thing as Helma.

Attached to the piercing on the tip of Ilma’s clitoris—which was about as thick as my middle finger—was a chain identical to the one growing from Helma’s urethral hole.

Ilma, who was wearing something that looked like a leotard made of magic-worm tentacles with transparent sections at the chest and crotch, also skillfully placed the ends of those chains on both hands and held them out to me the same way Helma had.

Of course I received Ilma’s chains as well.

"Nnn!!"

Ilma cried out in climax with the exact same voice and at the exact same timing as Helma.

As expected of twins.

I held the chains I had received from both of them in both hands and stood up.

"Well then, shall we go?"