Chapter 21
Honestly, this thing standing there on the table….
was pretty embarrassing.
“Aaaaaah….”
Chris had covered her eyes with both hands too, but she was peeking through the gaps.
The person who'd caused this situation rubbed the tip of the thing standing on the table with her finger and said.
“What do you think? Is Mr. Claude's this big too?”
Why on earth are you asking that? That's a pretty sensitive issue for a man, you know?
I didn't know exactly how many centimeters it was. It was big enough that there was still some left over even when I held it with both hands.
It might not be exact, but I couldn't let Claude seem inferior.
I felt that his was probably bigger than this.
“No. Master's is bigger.”
“Oh… Do you two have sex every day?”
“What? Wh-why are you asking something like that?”
“Aren't Miss Aris and Mr. Claude both in their early to mid-twenties? Around there?”
In truth, age didn't mean much to Wolpi, so I didn't know exactly. I was simply an adult because I had passed the age of majority.
I'd never asked or heard Claude's age either, but I assumed he was probably in his twenties.
One thing was certain: when he booked the room, he'd said, ‘Two adults.’
“Yes. We're both adults.”
“If a vigorous man and woman have already had sex, the next step is easy.”
Livnil said, flicking the dildo with her finger.
“They say the more deeply a man thinks about his partner, the more easily he gets aroused. If he has feelings for Miss Aris, he'd be trying to touch you every day. What's the situation?”
Livnil asked seriously, as if she was genuinely curious.
“…Are you asking me this because I'm a slave? If you're just asking for entertainment….”
“Ah, no! Rather… it seems like Mr. Claude loves you! I think it's nice to see!”
Livnil said firmly, gripping the dildo tightly in her hand.
Her words just now probably had ‘despite being a slave’ omitted.
Yes, it was true.
Even I, a slave, was satisfied with Claude's treatment of me, but how did it look to other people?
It was something I'd never thought about at all.
“Do I… look like I'm loved?”
“Yes! Ah. C-could it be….”
“That's right. Master is a truly good person. There's no need to add any ‘what-ifs.’”
Come to think of it, did Claude and I really look that way to other people?
Not like some common, insignificant master-slave relationship, but like a warm relationship where we cared for each other….
“You think we… look good together. Is that really true?”
As a slave, I'd already given up on how other people saw me.
The moment people learned I was a slave, they quickly looked down on me, whether at clothing shops or elsewhere.
Still, if I looked good to them, maybe I could be a little happy….
“Yes. It's true. And I have no intention of looking down on you, Miss Aris!”
“I understand. To put it… we've had sex tw-two times….”
I mumbled, embarrassed for no reason.
We'd done handjobs and oral in between, but we'd only actually had intercourse twice.
“So you don't do it every day. Has it not been long since you started having sex?”
“Yes… that's right. Has it been about two weeks since the first time?”
“Mr. Claude has incredible self-control. Even with Miss Aris beside him….”
If I thought about myself when I was a man, though, if I slept in the same bed as a woman as pretty as me?
I probably wouldn't have been able to hold back and would have touched her every day.
But Claude never made the first move. I was a slave, and I had no right to refuse.
Honestly, I didn't know. What was he thinking…?
It might be a little strange for me, who used to be a man, to think this way.
Could it be that Claude really didn't find me attractive?
“I thought I was objectively popular with males. Isn't that true?”
It might sound arrogant, but I'd never doubted it for a moment in my life.
I was an attractive female, and I could make any Ain want to hold me.
Of course, I didn't actually intend to do that….
“M-males!?”
“Wow! Miss Aris's choice of words! Wild and cool!”
I'd asked seriously, but the two of them reacted to something strange. A male was a male, so what was strange about it?
“Please answer me.”
“It's true! Even as a woman, I think Miss Aris looks very… mm-hmm~.”
“Um, Livnil. What does ‘mm-hmm’ mean…?”
“It means I want to gobble Miss Aris up.”
At that, the blonde girl tilted her head.
How had such an innocent child and a woman obsessed with romance ended up in the same party?
“Gobble me up…?”
“I want to have sex! With Miss Aris~ Me and her~”
“What? Wh-what are you saying! Mr. Claude is here! And between two women?”
“Ah, just kidding! Kidding! That's just how I phrased it. Chris, you're too serious.”
As expected, she was a chaotic person.
Our conversation kept veering off track, so I should steer it back on course.
“But Master has never once… directly courted me.”
In the village and in the mercenary corps. At least five times a day. Dozens of times at most.
‘Let's have sex.’ ‘Come to my room.’ ‘I want to do it with Aris.’
‘I'll hold you.’ ‘What does Aris's pussy taste like?’ ‘Can I touch you?’
‘Just let me do it once.’ ‘I wonder what it would feel like to grab that tail and wag it.’
I'd heard… things like that again and again.
They'd been so common that they felt like the default, and I didn't really think about them.
It was impressive that I had never once allowed any of them, though.
Anyway, the problem was that our Claude never said anything like that at all.
“It's as if… I'm a fish he's already caught. I don't feel like he sees me as a female….”
This wasn't about my identity as a woman or as a man.
It was something I had to consider separately from the me who had been male.
People each had their own personalities, strengths, and weaknesses. The same was true of a Wolpi.
I had been born female, and I was pretty and lovable… those were traits I possessed.
Those traits should always work in my favor or against me.
But no matter how much I thought about it, it was strange.
The charm of mine that had worked until now.
Yet with Claude, the most important person of all, it felt like it didn't work at all.
“It can't be that he doesn't see you as a female… or rather, as a woman. His eyes practically dripped honey when he looked at you.”
“That's right. Chris doesn't know much, but Lord Claude's eyes were like a light shining toward Lady Aris!”
Even Chris, who had only been listening until then, folded her hands as if in prayer and spoke with a sacred air.
Coming from a cleric, it felt a little more credible.
“Then what could the reason be?”
It wasn't that I wanted to have sex with Claude every day.
It was just that he lacked the advances other men had shown me.
To be honest, it felt as if my superiority…? The value of my existence as Aris? Something like that had… died.
As a Wolpi, as Aris, and as a slave, I had few ways to express myself.
In my previous life, I earned money with my abilities, bragged to my friends, and had countless ways to express myself.
But what about now?
A female Wolpi slave. The only praise I could receive was sexual jokes and compliments about my body.
But if I couldn't even hear those, what was my worth?
Combat… Yes. I suppose all that remained was my fighting ability as a combat slave?
But honestly, I hated my own strength.
Because I was strong… I became a slave.
“Could it be because Miss Aris seems so pure?”
This was Chris speaking.
I listened closely to the blonde cleric.
“It is only natural for men to be drawn to women. But when faced with something nobler and worthy of admiration, they feel reverence.”
The girl seemed to be using something about God as an analogy.
There was no way I had that much value, right? But it was a nice thing to hear, so I listened to the end.
“You can tell just by looking at Miss Aris. She is clear and transparent.”
Livnil, who had been listening, bent the dildo back with her thumb and said,
“Chris has a point. Her usual attitude, way of speaking, and everything else must all play a part.”
She pulled the dildo out with a pop—! and held it out to me.
“You need to be a little more vulgar!”
“What? Wh-what do you mean? Livnil! A pure and reverent heart is what matters!”
“No, Chris. We're talking about the relationship between these two right now.”
“But isn't this kind of spiritual love the real thing…?”
“Now, now!”
I didn't really understand, but the two of them had started arguing.
“Miss Aris. It doesn't have to be sexual. By vulgarity, I mean having the heart to melt a man's heart!”
“Heart…?”
“For example, waking up in his arms every morning. Looking him in the eyes often? A smile is important!”
Livnil's words seemed subtly right, yet strange and fascinating at the same time.
Even so, she told me the most important thing.
“If you want Claude to love you, it's important that you love him first.”
“I don't expect love… not that much….”
“Hehehe, that's fine for now. Now, would you like to hold this?”
The woman, who had been saying normal, sensible things, suddenly thrust the dildo toward me.
I tried to dodge in surprise, but perhaps because Livnil was a swordswoman?
The dildo's trajectory was dangerously sharp.
“Aaaah…!”
The long rod now in my hand. Scary! Big! It was so realistic that it was gross!“
“Judging by how embarrassed you are, it seems your tolerance is still quite low.”
“Th-that's….”
“I want to see your technique. Could you show me?”
“Livnil? What are you trying to make her do? This is a café!”
“No, I'm not exactly telling her to masturbate. I just want to see her suck it a little…?”
At that, Chris picked up her Bible and brought it down on Livnil's head.
“Eek!”
“Honestly! Honestly! Honestly! What are you saying!”
I could clearly tell the party's hierarchy.
Griff was at the very bottom. Next was Livnil. Chris felt like the strongest.
“Like this…?”
At least Livnil genuinely seemed to want to help me.
Should I at least pretend?
“But… wasn't this something Livnil had been using?”
“Yes. That's right.”
I'd thought so, but in the end I set it back down on the table.
No matter how I thought about it, she wanted me to suck something that had been inside someone else's pussy?
“Something you'd been using… that's a little….”
“Ah! I hadn't thought of that!”
“I don't want to.”
Then Livnil picked up the dildo and said,
“All right! Then I'll teach you everything I know about cocks!”
Saying that, she began pointing at the dildo and talking in earnest.
About the tip of the glans, the urethra, what to lick at the base, and so on….
“Ahem. Lady. Excuse me.”
In the midst of all that, what was bound to happen finally happened.
A café employee came over and kicked us out, asking what on earth we thought we were doing.
“Damn it! I haven't even eaten my cake!”
“Uuuh… Great God Kallias! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!”
It was fortunate that we were quietly kicked out. If we'd had to explain what we'd been discussing right there, oh….
Just imagining it is scary, isn't it?
“Anyway, Miss Aris. What you need is the right mindset. You can't just sit around being loved.”
Livnil was right.
A relationship between people is about understanding each other. A one-way channel could never be a good relationship.
As a slave, I had no choice but to be in a one-sided relationship, but Claude had given me permission.
Should I appeal to him a little more, as she suggested?
“All right, then we'll be off. I promised Griff. Miss Aris! Good luck!”
“Good luck, Lady Aris! Work your way up to a kiss!”
Maybe that's as far as Chris can go for now.
Livnil waved and went off into the distance with Chris.
I should return to the room and wait for Claude too.
It had been a chaotic conversation, but it had given me a chance to think about myself and about him.
What should I say to him today?
“Aris.”
“Hmm? Master!”
On my way back to the room, I ran into Claude.
He said he was also on his way back after parting with Griff.
Sniff, sniff. Sniff, sniff. But I smelled alcohol from somewhere.
“Master! Master! Did you have fun?”
“Yeah. Well, that Griff fellow can really hold his liquor.”
“Did you drink alcohol? Are you all right? You smell!”
Claude looked fine on the outside. If anything, he seemed to be in an even better mood than usual?
“What were you doing, Aris?”
“Ah, Master. I'm sorry I went out to have fun despite being a slave.”
“You know I'm not blaming you for that. Aris… how was it?”
It hadn't been bad. It had been a long time since I'd been with people of the same gender and around the same age.
It was comfortable being able to talk without worrying about other people's eyes.
“It was nice. May I think of them… as friends?”
“That's a relief. They didn't bully you, did they?”
“No. If they bullied Aris, they'd have to put their lives on the line.”
He chuckled and stroked my head. Swish, swish, swish. My tail wagged on its own.
Come to think of it, Livnil had said it. Appeal to him. Love the other person.
Thinking about it again, Claude was always stroking my head. He praised me too.
But I hadn't done the same for him.
“Um… Master.”
“Yes.”
“Excuse me.”
I stepped into his arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around his broad shoulders and back and said,
“Master. Thank you. Aris is happy.”
“Huh… really? Me too. Yeah, this is nice.”
I leaned against him, and together we went up to the room.
We didn't do anything else.
We lay together on the bed, holding each other tightly, and simply… simply stayed that way.