Chapter 16
Bubbling away—a pot boiling in the kitchen. A tall man stood in front of it.
A wonderful smell was spreading through the room.
Claude had offered to make dinner himself for me since I wasn't in a good mood today.
Could a slave really be treated this well?
Sniff, sniff. Even so, I shamelessly sniffed the air, saliva pooling in my mouth.
Of course, I'd volunteered to help, but I'd been ordered to stay out of the kitchen.
This really wasn't something a slave should be thinking, but at this rate, I was going to get spoiled.
My master is a really good person. That's why I want to treat him even better.
Crouched on the bed, I looked toward the opening in the wall leading to the kitchen.
Claude's back looked solid and dependable as he cooked.
Slurp—sloooorp!
I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and swallowed it.
Chop-chop! I waited, wagging my tail in time with the sound of the vegetables being chopped.
It was time to add the ingredients to the pot and wait. Claude turned toward me.
He leaned against the pass-through in the wall dividing the kitchen and bedroom, rested his chin on his hand, and said,
“Does it smell good?”
“Yes! It looks delicious!”
He nodded and told me to wait just a little longer.
I felt refreshed. Earlier, when I'd been outside, I'd felt terribly gloomy and had had a pounding headache.
Thinking back, I couldn't believe how ridiculous I'd been.
So...was this what they called ‘jealousy’?
I hated seeing other women giggling and talking to Claude.
Jealousy.... Was I jealous of another woman?
How was that possible? Claude was only my master. He wasn't...mine.
Even though I'd given him my virginity.
Even thinking about it again, I'd been utterly pathetic.
Claude and I weren't officially dating.
Of course, from a Wolpi's perspective, the moment he subdued me marked the beginning of a relationship....
But Claude was human. I had to keep that in mind and be considerate of his position.
To make matters worse, I had once been male. This strange feeling was so unfamiliar and embarrassing.
Why had I gotten so caught up in those thoughts? I definitely liked Claude, but did I like him that much?
Had I fallen so deeply for him that I wanted to possess him and keep him all to myself?
I didn't know. But I'd thought of nothing else all day.
It was embarrassing. I was so embarrassed I could hardly look at Claude. I had to stop thinking like this and be a man about it.
I was a slave, anyway. Claude could never be tied down to a slave like me.
He was himself, and I was myself.
Rather than wishing Claude well as he found a good person, what was I thinking?
I should escape slavery and gain my freedom too. Yes. That was the right thing.
...But that thought lasted only a moment.
“Aris, how is it? Is it delicious?”
This man was so kind that he would cook himself to cheer me up.
And more than anything, the food he'd made was so delicious that I was happy.
“Hehe... It's so delicious!”
Large cubes of meat and all kinds of vegetables. The stew's rich, thick flavor coated my tongue.
Fluffy steamed potatoes and melted cheese. And roasted meat glistening with juices.
Swish, swish, swish—the tail wagging behind me wouldn't stop. It was so delicious I could cry!
I was moved. Honestly, wasn't my jealousy a perfectly reasonable emotion?
How could I let someone like this be taken from me?
“S'good... hnn....”
“I'm happy you like it so much. Eat your fill, Aris.”
Thump, thump. He reached out and wiped something from the corner of my mouth with his thumb.
Then he put it into his own mouth. Whew... I almost bit that finger off.
His scent lingered around my mouth. Sniff, sniff—I inhaled it again.
Ah, the scent of the man who had overwhelmed me....
Even when his slave was rude, he was forgiving enough to indulge it.
Honestly, Claude himself was a good person.
Regardless of whether I was male or female, I simply liked him.
I even thought that perhaps it was lucky I was female...but let's set that thought aside.
Even so, I mustn't lose sight of myself. Whew...calm down.
“Aris. Are you all right?”
“Huh? Yes....”
“You were staring at me so intently. If there's something you don't like....”
“No! It's just so delicious! Thank you!”
At that, he smiled as if pleased.
What should I do? Since I was the one in the wrong today, I wanted to do something—anything—to make it up to him somehow.
For his sake, I felt I could do anything.
“Um... Master.”
“Yes? What is it?”
Thump, thump. I spoke to him.
“To my master, who so generously forgave my rudeness today, I sincerely want to do something for you.”
It felt almost like a wish ticket.
Honestly, this seemed like another impertinent thing for a slave to say.
A wish ticket, really? A slave does whatever the master tells them. Now that I'd said it aloud, it sounded strange.
I watched him, gauging his reaction.
“It's an atonement wish ticket.”
“Haha. Do you really need to go that far? It's all right.”
But this man was such an innocent fool—he couldn't recognize an opportunity even when it was handed to him.
A woman was offering to do anything he wanted, and that was his reaction?
I liked his innocence, but I still thought a man needed to take decisive action to claim what he wanted.
“No, Master. Please use me.”
“Hmm... Ahem. All right. Anything, you say?”
Claude was thinking deeply about something.
Now that I'd said it, I was nervous about what he might ask me to do.
I'd said it fully prepared to follow through. If he told me to spread my legs for him tonight, I couldn't refuse.
Deliberately getting wet when I wasn't in heat would be a little burdensome, though.
I should get myself as wet as possible and wait.
I steeled myself and looked at him. But what Claude wanted was somewhat different.
“Aris. Would you perhaps put on a skirt?”
A wish I'd never expected. Perhaps it was an even more burdensome request than sex.
“A-a skirt...you mean?”
“It seems like you deliberately wear pants, Aris. I'd like to see you in one...would that be all right?”
The shy way he voiced his wish was strangely cute.
I nodded, as if it were the innocent wish of a fresh-faced boy.
“All right. There must be one among the clothes we bought before....”
A skirt.
Surely it would be fine to wear one just once.
“How is it, Master? Does it suit me?”
There were many skirts, but perhaps because I'd said I wanted clothes that allowed freedom of movement,
every last one was rather short, leaving my legs fully exposed.
Many of them didn't even have a hole for my tail.
“Wow, I knew it! It really suits you, Aris.”
“Really? Thank you.”
I stood on the bed and showed Claude how I looked in the skirt.
He had brought over a chair and was sitting down to look me over.
It was a short skirt, so the lower half of my body was surely visible, but it was all right.
I was embarrassed, but he liked it.
“But, Aris. I can see the cleft of your butt...all of it.”
“This one doesn't have a tail hole, so it can't be helped.”
My tail started above my anus, right where the cleft of my buttocks was.
A skirt without a tail hole meant I'd put it on slightly lower than usual.
Naturally, that meant a little of my butt crack was bound to show.
“Couldn't you put your tail underneath it?”
Claude spoke to me seriously, with an extremely worried expression.
But, my master! If I wore it that way, it would be even more dangerous, you know?
“Like this?”
Still, it would be better to show him directly.
I tucked my tail under the skirt and tried it on. Then what if I wagged it as usual?
I deliberately showed him my back while wagging my tail.
“Now my entire butt is showing....”
“Ugh, you're right. But if you're careful, wouldn't that be better than showing your butt crack...?”
Constantly showing my butt crack versus a style that looked demure as long as I managed my tail.
But the latter would inevitably look much naughtier whenever I wagged my tail.
My tail was something I couldn't control, so looking demure was impossible.
“Master, you're a pervert.”
“Huh? Ah, no...that's not what I meant!”
“If that's what you want, Master...I have no choice but to wear it this way.”
At that, he began thinking hard. He really seemed intent on making me wear a skirt.
I deliberately lifted my tail. The skirt must have ridden up, revealing the panties I was wearing.
I'd told him I would wear whatever he wanted for his sake.
The panties he'd chosen were a T-back. They were sexy panties that left my butt completely exposed.
“Aris...if you stay like that, I can see everything.”
You say that, but you can't take your eyes off me, can you? Today, I'll keep showing him until he's satisfied.
“These are the panties you wanted, Master. Please enjoy them to your heart's content.”
I was grateful to Claude. I wanted to do anything for him today.
There was no special reason. It wasn't as though I'd suddenly come to think this way.
The slave status I'd been given—a heavy shackle I had no reason to love and no desire to maintain.
But it wasn't something I could easily cast off.
In an ordinary life as a slave, meeting one's master meant an endless succession of harsh treatment.
I'd seen countless slaves during my mercenary days, so I knew.
As a combat slave, I would have been worked brutally until I died, meeting my end from hunger or battle.
That was the fate I'd fallen into. I would have spent my whole life suffering with my throat in a noose before dying.
But the current me, Aris, was extraordinarily lucky.
My master Claude was a good person.
A master who allowed a slave to express their ‘feelings.’ Of course, he gained absolutely nothing from it.
As a Wolpi, I found it difficult to control my emotions. Another master would probably have beaten me to death by now.
Claude was different. He considered my feelings, cleared up misunderstandings, and even cooked warm meals for me himself.
He bought me clothes and even let me trim his beard and hair, though he had no need to do so.
Even when his slave held a razor to his face, he was generous enough to overlook it.
I was always grateful to him for that.
I felt at ease. Could a slave really feel this comfortable?
I sincerely wanted to do something for him. This wasn't enough.
In the end, this probably satisfied me too, but today, I simply felt the need to atone.
I spoke while swaying my tail gently.
“Master. Today, I'll be happy no matter what you do to me. I'm truly grateful.”
Saying that, I plopped down onto the bed where I'd been standing.
Of course, with my tail still held up, my buttocks remained visible as I sat there.
I smoothed my long hair with both hands, then turned my head just enough to look back at him.
His eyes never left me. He didn't miss a single detail of my body or movements.
And most importantly, his pants looked swollen.
Sniff, sniff. His scent felt much stronger than before.
I could tell how he felt just from his scent.
“Master....”
He swallowed hard before speaking.
“You're really beautiful, Aris.... Would you lie down and show me your butt?”
Following Claude's request, I lay facedown on the bed. Then, with my tail raised, I pulled my panties slightly to the side.
It was embarrassing, but it was all right. If Claude wanted it, this much was nothing.
“Master... Aris is...ready.”
I wasn't in heat, though.
Though I couldn't become pregnant, I was ready to offer my body to him tonight.
Claude spoke as if worried.
“You don't need me to subdue you...or anything?”
“I-I... Aris was already subdued by what happened this afternoon.”
It was his kindness, plain and simple. I genuinely loved that warmth.
It was Claude's strong heart, gently pressing down the emotions raging within me.
“Then show me inside, as proof.”
“Yes, Master.”
Thump, thump. After pulling my panties aside, I used both hands to spread myself wide.
I buried my face in the bed and lowered my upper body, raising my buttocks.
I waited for him, wagging my tail.
“Aris. You seem much naughtier than usual.”
“Yes, Master. That's what I intend today....”
His hand touched my butt. His warm hand stroked my soft flesh.
“May I touch you inside?”
“Yes. Please...enjoy yourself.”
I felt his fingers between my thighs.
Tonight was going to be intense.