“I can’t… I can’t do any more. If it’s going to be like this, just k*ll me!”

When I finally broke down crying and threw a tantrum, Master had no choice but to back off. By that point, I’d reached the peak so many times that my voice had gone hoarse and cracked.

“Shame. But with the data I’ve collected, I have plenty of new things to try.”

This toy-obsessed bastard. Instead of feeling grateful for those words, he seemed like Satan himself risen from hell. Meanwhile, the clothes I’d been wearing were soaked through, looking like I’d had an accident.

“Here.”

Master handed back the cloak I’d brought. I didn’t want to be mistaken for someone who couldn’t control their bodily functions at my age, so I had no choice but to accept it.

“…I’ll be going now.”

I tried to leave as quickly as possible, but he stopped me once more.

“Take this too.”

What Master handed me was a small stone. It was warm like sunlight and wisps of smoke rose from it. The color had a brilliant blue tint—it didn’t seem like an ordinary stone.

“…What is this?”

“A mana stone. It’ll help with your unstable mana. Keep it by your pillow when you sleep and bring it back tomorrow.”

Why is he suddenly being considerate of me?

I thought he was a crazy person with zero empathy, but he showed consideration in strange ways. I’d been thinking about secretly running away tonight, but this softened my heart a bit.

“…Thank you for thinking of me.”

I gave a brief thanks and left Master’s workshop.

* * *

That night, I had a strange dream. When I opened my eyes, a whip was gripped in my hand, and I was wearing something so short it barely covered my n*pples—you could generously call it underwear. On top of that, my heavily made-up face looked shockingly unlike me.

Why am I like this…?

Then I heard sobbing from somewhere. Mixed with the tears was rough, panting breath—too much to think it was just sad crying. When I turned my gaze there, I saw a man bound at both hands, looking at me desperately with anguished eyes.

Master…?

Not just me—Master’s outfit was strange too. He wore transparent rags that couldn’t be called clothing, and I could see his n*pples turned red from being clamped by something.

His lower body was also wrapped in an iron chastity belt. Tears finally fell from his pitifully wavering blue eyes.

“Mistress… I was wrong. Please release this.”

The moment I heard the word “mistress,” I swung the whip in my hand at his n*pples.

Crack—!

A sharp sound rang in my ears and the whip mark appeared beautifully on his pure white skin. Master looked at me with a flushed face, breathing roughly.

“Hngh… I love it. I love it so much, Mistress!”

“You enjoy humiliation and you enjoy being hit, so I can’t properly punish you. Right?”

I tapped the iron chastity belt with the pointed shoes I was wearing. Just from that light touch, he trembled and made a lewd expression. My heart pounded at those blue eyes filled with longing for me.

“Please… ngh…!”

“Please? Since when could you receive punishment however you wanted?”

I stepped on the chastity belt and swung the whip again. Each time lines were drawn on his body, overwhelming ecstasy rose within me.

Ah, I want to put him beneath my feet and trample him to my heart’s content. Make him cry all day so I’m the only one who sees that face full of resentment and pleading. Eventually, he’ll become a dog that goes into heat just from seeing my face.

I smiled and flicked the clamp on his n*pple with my finger. His upper body jerked. He couldn’t stay still, rubbing his legs together like a beast in heat.

“Should I release this?”

I gently shook the lock hanging on the chastity belt. Master’s eyes shook wildly.

“Pl-please… release it, Mistress… I’ll… do anything…!”

“Anything? Alright. Then instead.”

Master’s eyes filled with joy, anticipating the pleasure to come. I thought that moment when such an expression twisted in pain would be the most enjoyable.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“What…?”

“If you don’t like it, stay like that all day.”

“N-no, Mistress. I’ll do everything you want. So please, this…”

He looked at the tormenting chastity belt. I pulled out the key from my pocket with very slow movements. Then I grabbed the chastity belt dripping with fl*id.

“Hnngh…!”

After several rattling sounds, the lock opened. When I completely removed the chastity belt, Master’s member appeared, swollen like it would burst any moment. The shape and color were both very pretty.

“What a delicious color.”

I caressed the taut flesh with my hand. Slowly, leisurely, at my own pace. When I gripped it and shook it lightly, his face colored with pleasure. Even the dripping sweat looked lovely.

“Ngh, hng, ugh…!”

“Wait. Not yet.”

He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. His expression looking at me was like a puppy waiting for its owner’s permission.

Should I torment him more? Or should I stop?

I wanted that face to become a complete mess. Drop him to rock bottom, then let him taste the pleasure he held back when he’s furious. Just thinking about it was thrilling enough to make me smile.

“Want to go?”

Master nodded while breathing roughly. I wanted to torment him more, but this seemed to be the limit. I roughly shook the flesh pillar I held in one hand.

“Alright, go now.”

“Uhhng… Mistress…!”

Master’s face crumbled into an expression I’d never seen. Drenched in sweat and completely distorted, but I loved that face stained with lewdness.

Soon s*men spurted from the bloodshot flesh. Sticky fl*id flowed endlessly, wetting my hands and body. A strange smell spread to my nose. Master could only whimper helplessly in the waves of pleasure covering his entire body.

“Haah, haah, hngh, ngh…”

“How rude. I didn’t tell you to come this much, did I? You need to be punished again.”

In Master’s eyes as he looked at me with his body slumped, unprecedented heat boiled.

* * *

I woke to chirping birds. Dawn was just breaking outside the window. I’d collapsed into sleep the moment I arrived at the dormitory yesterday.

Maybe because I’d had such a hard day. Though morning should have been refreshing, I couldn’t hide my bewilderment.

“What the hell… kind of dream was that?”

It was a strange dream I’d never had once in my life. I’d never even thought about wanting to do such things. And the subject wasn’t just anyone—it was Master.

“Am I crazy? What kind of dream is this…!”

Then I noticed the mana stone Master had given me yesterday. He’d told me to keep it by my pillow, so I’d left it there before sleeping, but when I woke up, the mana stone had turned red.

“He said it was a mana stone for good dreams—what a lie!”

I wanted to throw this defective product in the trash immediately. But Master’s request to bring it back bothered me.

“What if this is as expensive as the cloak…? If he hadn’t told me to bring it back, I would’ve thrown it away immediately.”

The reddened mana stone gave me an ominous feeling. Still, he gave it to me thinking of me. I sighed deeply and reluctantly packed the mana stone and prepared to leave.

After that, I went to eat breakfast. Yesterday I was lucky enough not to run into Crateon’s gang, but whether I’d have such luck today was uncertain.

Please don’t run into them, please…

The moment I entered the dining area, I felt the sharp gazes of the noble lords. When I sat in an empty seat, people nearby made gagging gestures and threw away all the food they’d been eating.

What a waste to throw away food.

At first, being human, I was hurt by those looks treating me like a bug. Food wouldn’t go down properly and I’d get indigestion constantly. So I’d skipped meals and kept my head down to avoid their gazes, but I realized that only hurt me more.

No matter how sad you are, you need to eat to have strength to endure.

In that sense, today’s breakfast was truly satisfying. Thick and sweet potato soup and tomato stew. And the golden-roasted lamb melted in my mouth.

“Ah, this is what makes life worth living.”

When I savored each bite and finished the meal completely, the noble mages watching me made disgusted expressions. Fortunately, it seemed I wouldn’t run into Crateon’s group today either. I smiled brightly at them and left.

Today too, after much deliberation, I headed to Master’s secret workshop. If not for Kyuryung remaining in the secret workshop, I would have run away. Maybe this was all Master’s grand plan and Kyuryung was left as a hostage.

Please don’t let there be bizarre research today…

If I delayed any longer, Master’s mood might sour. I squeezed my eyes shut and tore the paper with the coordinates. When I looked around, I’d already arrived at the secret workshop.

—Kyukkyukkyuu!

When I entered, Kyuryung greeted me by wagging its tail. Very cute and lovable, but I didn’t think I’d ever get used to that appearance. I stroked Kyuryung’s head as it circled around me.

“Did you do well, Kyuryung?”

When I stroked its head, fluffy pink fur wrapped around my fingertips. How exactly one would create such a creature was questionable, but it seemed better not to know.

Let’s not ask. If I find out, I might not be able to find Kyuryung cute anymore…

Master wasn’t visible in the wide hall. I entered the room where we’d done human body practice yesterday to find him. But Master wasn’t there either.

However, unlike yesterday, various experimental tables had been added to that room. There was a glass bottle bubbling purple, and next to it was a piece that looked like part of the Octopus Crew’s seventh leg contained in a bottle.

“What’s this now?”

In any case, the best policy was not to touch anything related to Master. I headed to another workshop to find him.

When I opened the door and entered, this time I saw Master wearing round glasses and making something.

“Master?”

He turned to look at me. The area under his eyes was sunken, like he hadn’t slept properly today either. It stood out more against his pale skin. As expected, incomprehensible formulas were written on the desk, seemingly for making something bizarre again.

“Did you sleep well?”

That seemed like something I should be asking. Then, as those blue eyes stared intently at me, the events from last night’s dream came to mind. 

Eyes filled with resentment and thirst turned toward me, and suppressed m*ans were sweet like a song. I saw that face color with pleasure while writhing in overwhelming heat.

I felt self-loathing for vividly recalling the dream’s contents, and felt embarrassed that Master might notice my thoughts.

“Your answer.”

At my delayed response, Master prompted me again. I turned my gaze elsewhere and mumbled vaguely.

“Uh, um. It… was fine.”

“The mana stone?”

“Ah, here it is.”

I handed Master the mana stone I’d put in my pocket. He received the reddened mana stone and stared at it quietly.

“But wasn’t that supposed to give good dreams? No matter how I think about it, it seems broken…”

Then Master’s expression changed meaningfully. The faint smile on his lips bothered me strangely.

“Why? What kind of dream did you have?”

“Well…”

No matter how much I was pushing this unconventional pervert image, I didn’t have the courage to tell him about a dream where he appeared. Master might be offended, and just recalling it was embarrassing.

“Um… I dreamed I got a new pet.”

He cried and called me mistress, after all. It’s not entirely wrong. In a way, humans are included in animals too.

“And?”

“It kept begging me to play, so I played hard with it.”

Even when I swung the whip, he kept saying he liked it. He asked me to do things too. So in a broad sense, whipping could be seen as playing depending on the situation.

“That’s it?”

“Yes, it was very happy that I played with it. With its whole body.”