Chapter 191: Submission is a language
The warmth of the bath clung to their bodies long after the ripples stilled. Allen didn’t move. He sat, unmoving and calm, like a dark idol the maids were learning to worship. His skin glistened under the lantern light, water cascading down the cut of his chest and pooling along his thighs. One of the beastkin girls—Rae, the fox-eared one with bright eyes and a cautious curiosity—finally dared to step into the water.
The other two followed. Cinna with her thick brown tail twitching nervously, and Yeli, the tiny mousekin girl who kept sneaking glances at Allen’s cock like it was some sacred weapon. They moved slowly, hesitantly, guided by Niva’s sharp, wordless looks. The five broken maids sat watching from the sides, freshly cleaned, still flushed from Allen’s attention. None of them spoke. They understood now—this wasn’t about being first. It was about being worthy.
"Rae," Allen said without raising his voice. The foxkin girl straightened instinctively, her fur standing on end. "Step forward."
She padded closer, water swirling around her hips. Her sash was soaked, half translucent now, clinging to the shape of her modest curves. She didn’t cover herself.
Allen looked her over. "Do you know what I am?"
Her lips parted, the answer on her tongue—but she hesitated.
Fina chuckled softly behind him, lounging against the tile with her hair slicked back. "Careful, little fox. There’s only one right answer."
"You’re... Master?" Rae tried, uncertain.
Allen tilted his head.
"You’re not wrong," he said, then gestured to Niva. "But you’re not listening. What did I say she would teach you?"
"Everything," Niva answered for her, firm and cool. "Begging. Obedience. Stillness."
"And how to speak," Allen added. "Without lies. Without fluff. With your whole body."