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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The hot spring.
I leaned back and sank deep into the steaming water, a contented sigh escaping my lips.
After a grueling training session, soaking in the hot spring made me think I could spend my whole life here at Linchester, learning from Master.
I checked the time on my communication crystal, which I’d placed beside my head.
Ever since that incident with Master, I’d developed a habit of constantly checking the time while I was in the hot spring.
“It’s only 9:15. Plenty of time left.”
I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. I had Dania’s permission to use the hot spring from nine to ten.
I felt myself drifting towards sleep. The constant fatigue I’d been feeling lately was probably a result of the recent string of intense events.
Or maybe it was because I kept disobeying Master’s instructions.
Even in a fantasy world with magical healing potions, there was no telling what kind of damage I was doing to myself.
“I should have just nodded and agreed with everything Master said.”
The regret was overwhelming. Master had been doing it all for my own good.
“Should you have, indeed?”
The voice startled me. I heard the sliding door open. Through the steam, I saw Master’s silhouette, wrapped in a towel.
“M-Master…?”
“Yes, it seems I am your master. Though you don’t seem to act like it.”
Her voice wasn’t angry, but there was a hint of a pout. It was enough to make my hair stand on end.
“Master, did you perhaps… mistake the time?”
“I can use the hot spring whenever I please. It’s my home.”
I wanted to point out that it was the Family Head’s home, not hers, but I held my tongue. Her words meant she knew I was here, and she had come in anyway.
“I-I’m uncomfortable, Master!”
“Then I’m enjoying myself.”
She was enjoying this. Master was definitely enjoying my discomfort.
A splash echoed through the room as Master’s smooth legs entered the water. The curve of her cleavage peeked out from above the towel, framed by her upswept silver hair. It was a captivating sight.
“Staring quite openly now, aren’t we?”
“It won’t disappear if I look.”
“Oh, is that so? Then look all you want.”
Master removed her towel. Her toned, flawless body almost made my nose bleed.
‘Think pure thoughts. Pure thoughts. Pure thoughts…’
I tried to avert my gaze, but Master had already approached and sunk into the water beside me.
My lower half snapped to attention. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Are you suffering? As a woman, it’s difficult for me to understand the male experience. Hmm.”
I gulped.
“Perhaps I’ve been too harsh with you lately.”
“Master was only doing what was necessary!”
I replied quickly. It was true. She had been doing it for my own good.
“Come sit beside me, Ethan.”
Master rose from the water and sat on the edge of the bath.
“Don’t want to? Well, suit yourself.”
“That’s not it…!”
“I think I should reward you for your efforts… up until now.”
I cautiously approached her, watching her expression. How could any man resist this?
I stole glances at Master, feigning innocence.
I felt like I was being played. I was sure she was setting the mood just to tease me.
“Acting coy, despite being a man?”
“Master… if you keep this up, I’m leaving.”
I was getting annoyed. My voice rose slightly.
“Alright, alright. I can see you’re uncomfortable and irritated.”
“…”
“Do you think I would go back on my word after promising a reward?”
I sat beside her, still wrapped in my towel.
“First, break your connection with that knight of yours.”
Ah.
I quickly severed the link between Lien and myself. With the connection broken, Lien wouldn’t be able to sense what was happening to me.
“Have you done it?”
“Yes…”
“Good. Now, I’ll give you a proper reward. I hear this feels good. Remove your towel.”
I removed my towel, revealing my fully erect penis. A flicker of surprise crossed Master’s face.
“…What have you been hiding under there?”
Master reached for my erection, her soft hand clumsily wrapping around it.
Her touch was inexperienced.
But the erotic atmosphere was making my head spin.
My lower half throbbed.
“Hurry up and finish.”
“Ah… Master.”
“How does it feel? Getting aroused just by looking at your master, you pathetic disciple.”
This was unfair.
It was all because of her seductive body. I felt a surge of shame, but I kept my expression neutral.
Master, with her sadistic tendencies, would only enjoy it more if I showed any reaction.
“It’s all because of Master’s seductive body.”
“S-seductive body? You were thinking such things while looking at your master?”
Master’s cheeks flushed.
Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away.
Stroke. Stroke.
Her hand, warmed by the hot spring water, tightened its grip, the pace quickening.
“Are you close? Your face is flushed.”
“Master, with that level of skill, you’re a long way from making me finish.”
“…Shut up.”
I grinned. Master frowned, looking genuinely embarrassed.
Where’s the master who promised me a reward? This isn’t doing anything for me.
I wanted to say that out loud.
But I held back, afraid she would actually hit me.
“…If you have any sense, at least moan a little. This is awkward.”
“Then Master should do the same.”
Sylvia leaned closer and gently nibbled on my earlobe.
“I hear this is a sensitive spot.”
Her sultry whisper sent shivers down my spine.
“I want to bite you and devour you whole.”
I shivered again, but not from fear or disgust. It was her warm breath and soft voice that sent a thrill through me.
“I’ll take the lead now. First, I’m going to bite your nape.”
“W-wait…”
Crunch.
I winced. Master sucked on my nape, then gently bit down. The wet sensation was ticklish.
I felt a trickle of blood run down my neck.
Master smiled, blood on her lips. She licked it off, her expression incredibly erotic.
She looked like a silver-haired vampire.
“Master, you’ll leave a mark…”
“Hmph, it’s not my body anyway.”
Master shrugged and quickened her pace. Her actions were making me feel strange. Had her fingers always been this long, elegant, and erotic? It felt new.
Her thumb and forefinger stroked my penis, now slick with pre-cum. She alternated between teasing the tip and gently fondling my balls with her other hand.
“Still think my skills are lacking, you shameless disciple?”
She was a quick learner.
This was intense.
My cock throbbed.
Suck, suck.
The lewd, wet sounds filled the air.
The urge to cum was building, like a dam about to burst.
Master, who had been playing with my cock like a toy, let down her hair.
“Don’t tell me…?”
“You guessed it.”
Her long silver hair wrapped around my shaft. She leaned forward, submerging herself in the water, and began to stroke me with her hair.
I hadn’t realized how soft her hair was.
A moan escaped my lips. Pre-cum glistened on the tip.
The feeling of her hair against my cock was driving me crazy. She teased my nipples with her other hand.
“You’re making such a lewd face. Are you close?”
“I-I’m going to…”
My mind went blank. My vision blurred.
“Where’s the disciple who said this wasn’t enough?”
“Master… I was wrong.”
She slowed down, as if to tease me. Now she was stroking me with her hair, her other hand teasing the tip.
I could feel her warm, smooth palm.
I was so sensitive that I could feel each individual strand of hair. She gently pressed against my urethra with her fingertip.
“Did you say you were wrong?”
“Yes, I was wrong.”
“I can’t trust you. You’re a liar.”
“It’s true! Just… a little faster…”
I was about to cum. I wanted to explode, to find release, to pant in the afterglow.
Ah.
Just as I was about to reach my peak, Master let go. Her hair slipped away.
And then,
“If you want to finish, do it yourself.”
“Ah…”
Spurt. Spurt. Drip…
I came before I could even finish my sentence. I came pathetically, my neglected cock throbbing in protest.
A wicked smile spread across Master’s lips.
“Ethan, that’s what you get for teasing your master. How unsightly. Look at all that mess.”
“Ah…”
I felt a surge of anger.
This was too much. It was humiliating. I bit my lip, speechless.
“Ethan, how unsightly.”
“…”
“Ethan…? Are you upset?”
“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll take my leave.”
I turned to leave the hot spring, my steps heavy, my shoulders slumped.
Master, sensing something was wrong, hurried after me. I heard her footsteps before she grabbed my arm.
“I-I’m sorry. Are you really upset about a little prank?”
“…”
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
“I think I just need to sleep.”
I shook my head wearily. Master bit her lip, then took my hand and placed it on her chest. The towel covering her upper body slipped away.
“W-would you… like to touch my chest?”
“What? What did you say?”
“I asked if you’d like to touch my chest.”
Master was blushing.
I had lost. Completely and utterly lost. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“Who taught you that ultimate technique?”
“I heard it somewhere. I heard it makes men feel better.”
Could it have been Dania?
Why was she the only person I could think of?
“If… if you don’t want to, it’s okay…”
Master looked down shyly. As she was about to walk past me, I embraced her from behind.
“Ethan, what are you…!”
“Master, prepare yourself.”
“Ethan, calm down.”
“Are you changing your mind now? Where’s the master who was showing off her seductive body and asking if I wanted to touch?”
I kneaded Master’s breasts. They were soft and full, fitting perfectly in my hands.
I could feel her nipples hardening.
“E-Ethaaan…!”
Master moaned. I lifted her into my arms and carried her back into the hot spring.
“Ha… ha… w-wait.”
“I refuse, Master.”
I entered the water with Master in my arms. Her face was flushed, her eyes clouded with pleasure. She was incredibly erotic. I began to caress her body.
“It’s okay to cum, Master.”
“C-cum?! Where did you learn such vulgar language?!”
Her flustered reaction was cute.
“I learned it from Master.”
“I-I never taught you such things!”
I watched Master’s eyes glaze over again as I kneaded her breasts.
“It seems like your seductive body taught me.”
“Ugh…! Are you mocking your master?!”
“Didn’t Master mock me too?”
“You never back down, do you?”
The harder I kneaded, the more intense her pleasure became. Her body trembled as she climaxed, small gasps escaping her lips.
“Master, did you just cum?”
“What are you talking about? Your amateur techniques are a hundred years too early to make your master cum.”
I grinned.
“Master, you should wipe the drool from your mouth.”
“Huh?”
Master hurriedly wiped her mouth. I was lying, of course.
“I can do it again if you want.”
“…You’re really determined to best me, aren’t you?”
“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. Though it’s a shame. The afterglow would have been nice.”
Master glared at me. I removed my hands.
“One more time… make me feel good.”
“Then I’ll take you straight to bed.”
She flicked my forehead. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“How far do you think you can push this?”
“…That hurts.”
“It pains me to hit you.”
Master, regaining her composure, wrapped herself in a towel.
I pouted, and she brought over some shampoo.
“Come here. I’ll at least wash your hair.”
“I want to wash Master’s hair too.”
“I’ll wash yours first. Come here.”
I closed my eyes as Master began to wash my hair. Her gentle scalp massage made my body relax.
“Does it feel good?”
“Master, I’m dying.”
“Pft, you’re really moaning now.”
Something soft brushed against my back. Had the towel covering her breasts slipped while she was washing my hair?
The thought made my cock stir. Thankfully, it was hidden by my towel.
Warm water poured over my head. Master turned around and wrapped the towel around herself.
“Now you wash your master’s hair.”
I carefully poured water over Master’s silver hair. It was as soft as silk. I worked up a lather and gently massaged her scalp with my fingertips.
“Master? Do you like it?”
“I do…”
I couldn’t see her expression, but I imagined she looked blissful.
“Master, you’re drooling.”
Master wiped her mouth and looked at me.
“Are you… going to keep teasing me?”
“Master’s hair is really soft.”
“Are you changing the subject?”
“No, I just thought of it.”
A brief silence fell. Only the sound of the hot spring water filled the air. I ran my fingers through Master’s long hair, soap bubbles clinging to the strands.
“Master…”
“What is it?”
“Did you really intend to cut me down?”
“…If you had been consorting with demons, then yes.”
In the original story, Sylvia had committed suicide.
She had taken on a disciple named Lorenz. And after Lorenz was defeated by Arthur, he despaired over his lack of talent and became a demon.
Of course, Arthur defeated him.
When Sylvia learned that her only disciple had fallen to evil and died, she had made an extreme choice, weeping tears of blood. She left a short suicide note, claiming responsibility for taking on the wrong disciple, and stating that since she couldn’t prevent his death, she would die too.
“Ethan… I’ll say this once, so listen carefully.”
“I’m listening.”
“If you ever fall to evil, I will cut you down.”
“…”
I held my breath.
“And then I will follow you in death. That is my way.”
“…”
That was how Sylvia would have responded if her only disciple had fallen to evil. It was her way of prioritizing the eradication of evil above even her own life, or her disciple’s.
“Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“And… I’m sorry for doubting you.”
“You already apologized this morning.”
Sylvia nodded slowly. The dark circles under her eyes suggested she hadn’t slept at all.
“…If you’re finished, rinse your hair.”
I suddenly felt like acting spoiled and falling asleep in Master’s arms. But that wouldn’t be appropriate.
I carefully rinsed her hair, the sound of water echoing through the room. Master, her towel wrapped around her like a robe, stood up.
“Thank you. I’ll leave you to it.”
I smiled as she walked away.
The moon hung high in the clear night sky. I thought I could hear the faint chirping of cicadas.
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