My body pulsed repeatedly, filling Iris’s mouth with thick, white liquid. Her eyes welled with tears from the sudden act, but she desperately tried to take it all in.
"Swallow it all. Don’t spill a single drop," I ordered.
Despite my unreasonable demand, Iris nodded and slowly swallowed.
"Oh, my Iris, taking Seiou’s seed..." Morris muttered, staring in a daze at the lascivious scene.
"Well done, Iris," I said.
"...Thank you for your praise," she replied.
After she finished swallowing, I praised her and tugged her slave collar, turning her face toward Morris. It was as if I, the temporary master borrowing his slave, was showing off the results of her training to her true owner.
"Open your mouth," I commanded.
"Yes," Iris obeyed, opening her mouth wide to show Morris she had swallowed everything.
"As expected of Iris," I said. "She t my expectations perfectly, not spilling a single drop."
"Oh..." Morris was speechless and overwheld by the sight.
"Let’s continue," I said. "Iris, get off the table and sit on the floor now."
"Yes," she replied.
The shaful training wasn’t over. I had her sit on the carpeted floor between and Morris, who were seated on the sofa.
"Morris, why don’t you hold Iris’s hand?" I suggested.
"...Oh, very well," Morris said, gently taking Iris’s left hand in both of his, holding it carefully.
"Oh, Master, I’m so happy," Iris said, a quiet smile spreading across her face. The hidden fear of being abandoned seed to slowly fade away now.
"Iris, there’s still so left inside . Use your mouth to clean it thoroughly," I instructed.
"...Yes," she replied.
With slow, graceful movents, Iris took my softened dick, my Excalibur, into her mouth and began to suck gently.
The sight of a beautiful woman in her underwear kissing my dick, combined with the soft pleasure, made my body stir again, regaining strength.
"...It’s already hard again," Iris said.
"Oh, that’s incredible!" Morris exclaid, both of them surprised.
"This is another feature of a blowjob," I explained. "A skilled woman can quickly revive a tired penis. Even when a man’s energy is low, or insertion is difficult, a woman’s mouth can still bring him to climax, allowing him to enjoy sex."
"What a marvelous technique indeed," Morris said.
"If only I had known this sooner..." he added, his voice tinged with regret.
Ignoring Morris’s lant, I had Iris resu her service. Unlike before, when she was on all fours, this position should be easier for her. Understanding what to do, Iris began using her mouth again.
*Slush! Slurp!*
"Mmph... Umm... Ugh"
The rhythmic, lascivious sounds of her sucking my dick echoed in the room.
"As expected of a top-class female slave," I said. "They say soone who understands ten things from hearing one applies to people like Iris."
Acting like her new master, I stroked her hair while praising her.
"Thank you for your praise," Iris said, briefly releasing to express her gratitude. A transparent bridge of saliva and my precum stretched between her lips and my dick.
"Continue," I ordered.
"Yes," she replied, resuming with a bit more ease. The relaxed posture and Morris’s gentle grip on her hand likely gave her so psychological comfort.
"Suck it as eagerly as you can," I said. "That’s the proper manner for a slave or maid."
"Yes," she replied, the sounds of her sucking taking on a sweeter tone. I preferred this willing approach over forcing her.
"There’s one more feature to this service," I said. "Iris, turn your hips towards Lord Morris."
"...Yes," she obeyed, shifting her hips toward him without ever releasing from her mouth.
I boldly slid my hand into the valley of Iris’s hips.
"Eek!"
She let out a small yelp of surprise. Her private area was already wet.
"As you can see, Iris is aroused by serving, and she’s already wet," I said.
"Wow!" Morris gasped.
"Oh, how embarrassing," Iris murmured.
"There’s nothing strange about it," I said. "Just as n get excited by touching a woman’s body, won can also get excited by serving a man."
Honestly, I wasn’t sure if Iris was wet before, but she lived up to expectations, perfectly moist.
"...I understand, Lord Seiou," Morris said, unable to hold back. "Please, give Iris back to now."
"Of course," I replied, freeing Iris’s face from my groin.
"Iris, let’s go to the bedroom. Do everything you just did, but this ti for !" Morris said.
"I’m will be happy to do so, Master," Iris replied.
I thought they might continue here, but Morris took Iris to the bedroom. It seed he didn’t like being watched.
(Am I the real pervert here?) I thought to myself, left alone in the living room, frustrated and unsatisfied.
...
About an hour later.
I was waiting in a guest room at Morris’s mansion.
The Excalibur that Iris had aroused with her mouth was left unspent and had finally cald down. As always, I was in a lower position compared to Morris. Waiting was inevitable, but I wondered if the day would ever co when this dynamic would reverse....
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Lord Seiou," Morris said, entering the room looking refreshed.
"No worries," I replied.
The guest room was comfortable, and the servants, likely young female slaves or maids around Iris’s age, their faces hidden by hoods, had periodically brought fresh tea and snacks.
"My apologies for the wait," Iris said, entering next. Her clothes were neat, and her hood was back on, but her lips carried a suspicious allure, no doubt from repeated oral service.
"You seem to have enjoyed yourself," I said.
Morris grinned, while Iris shyly averted her eyes.
"It was a wonderful ti," Morris said with a sigh. "But I wish I’d known about such techniques sooner."
He was likely referring to his declining stamina.
"I understand, Lord Morris," I said. "In my world, well, many successful n face the sa issue."
"Oh?" Morris responded, intrigued.
"There’s a term called ’trophy wife,’" I explained. "It refers to a successful man marrying a young, beautiful woman, like a trophy. It looks enviable, but the reality is often different. Many n struggle in bed with their young wives."
"Oh, so even in your world, n face such troubles?" Morris said, relating to the shared plight.
"When I was young, I worked tirelessly, focused on business and restraint," he continued. "Finally, I gained wealth and bought my ideal woman."
I didn’t miss Iris’s slight reaction to being called his "ideal woman."
"But this aging body, losing its vigor, frustrates ," Morris admitted, showing a rare mont of vulnerability, even shedding a tear.
"Don’t worry, Lord Morris," I said confidently. "With by your side, I’ll ensure you regain your youthful vigor again."
"Is that possible?" Morris asked, eyes gleaming.
"Of course," I replied. "I’m the ’Sex King’, after all."
According to the fairy Macaron, as my level increased, I could create a potion to boost my stamina.
"I can make a special stamina based potion that can help you regain your youthful energy again," I said, giving him a bit detail to peek his curiosity.
"Oh, for real? If you can do that, I’ll give you a tenth of my wealth," Morris said.
(A tenth? Is he being stingy or generous? Hard to tell...) I thought.
Still, it seed like his genuine offer.
"I don’t need that much," I said. "But ti is precious. If I didn’t have to rebuild the tailoring workshop, I could start working on the stamina potion."
"What do you need?" Morris asked. "I’ll do anything I can."
"If you give black silk, I can begin developnt imdiately, and get back to your matter soon" I said.
"Is that all?" Morris replied. "Take it all, free of charge."
Iris’s shocked expression confird my complete victory in this deal.
"Thank you, Lord Morris," I said. "Now I can also start on the stamina potion. I’ll head back to the workshop."
"Wonderful," Morris said, clearly excited.
"The potion will require a strong body," I warned. "You should try to lose weight and build stamina before we et again so that you can handle it’s depth."
The potion I could make was probably like Viagra from my world. With Morris’s overweight body, it could be dangerous.
"Understood, I’ll try my best," Morris said. "Iris, escort Lord Seiou to the entrance."
"Yes, Master," Iris replied, leading out.
I walked down the hallway to the entrance with Iris, just the two of us.
Now that I thought about it, this was the first ti we’d ever been alone. She was always with Morris.
"Iris, may I ask you sothing?" I said.
"Yes, what is it?" she replied.
"Well, the thing is, I’ve wanted to apologize to you for a long ti. I’m sorry for my rudeness all this ti," I said, bowing my head.
"Oh, what are you apologizing for?" she asked.
"For treating you like a slave to achieve my goals," I said.
It was pointless to say, but I wanted to apologize to Iris at least once.
"Oh..." Iris looked surprised but covered her mouth and gave a small smile. "It’s only natural to treat a slave like a slave. Don’t worry about it."
"But you were crying," I said.
"Those tears? They’re just pretend tears. n like won who cry and act shy, don’t they?" she replied.
"Fake tears?" I asked, shocked by her unexpected response.
"What’s the difference between real tears and fake ones? If I ever had real tears, they dried up when I beca a slave," she said.
I was speechless. Iris stood here, shaped by a resolve and experience I couldn’t have imagined.
"Please don’t look like that," she said. "I know how hard you’ve worked for the won of Freesia. What you did to was necessary for that, wasn’t it?"
"You knew?" I asked.
"Of course. Won everywhere love gossiping," she said.
I was at a loss for words, realizing she had accepted everything despite knowing it all.
"When I was bought by him, he granted my wish," Iris said. "To repay that kindness, I swore unchanging loyalty and to love him."
What kind of wish could inspire such devotion? I couldn’t even imagine.
"But since you ca, Lord Seiou, Lord Morris has changed," she said. "He only makes one-sided concessions or complains to you."
As expected, Iris observed Morris closely.
"I like this version of Lord Morris better," she continued. "Even if his requests are a bit... embarrassing."
She must have ant his NTR fetish. To love even a man as twisted as Morris, including his flaws, was a testant to her loyalty.
"Lord Morris probably feels guilty toward you, a young and beautiful woman," I said.
"Guilty toward a slave like ?" she asked.
"Yes. Despite the difference in status, he feels indebted. That’s why he’s beco so twisted," I explained.
"n have it hard, don’t they? I’m happy just being by his side," she said.
Maybe n, consud by lust and clinging to it even as it fades, are the foolish ones.
"Today, he called his ’ideal woman,’" Iris said. "Those words are enough."
She smiled, a clear and radiant smile. In it, I saw the beauty of a woman from an era without the power to change her fate, accepting her lot and blooming where she stood, a way of life long lost.
(As expected of Iris, she’s intelligent and strong,) I thought.
Iris embodied a flexible beauty, adapting perfectly to those around her. My heart stirred at the sight, more intensely than when she served in her underwear.
(If I’d t Iris before Reina, I might have been in a bit trouble...)
"If we’d t at the slave market, would you have saved ?" Iris asked, as if reading my thoughts.
Iris, shy at the slave market. If I’d seen her first in this world, I would’ve done anything to buy and save her, a classic isekai light novel trope. Afterward, I’d earn money with my sex magic, living modestly with Iris. She would’ve been loyal, fulfilling my every request, day or night, serving devotedly. Our compatibility, second only to Reina’s, might have leveled up quickly.
And Iris would’ve accepted her fate by my side, blooming beautifully.
A simple life, different from my current role as the overseer of a deadass nation, was tempting. Even now, could I abandon everything, take Iris’s hand, and escape to such a peaceful life?
(No, I have Reina and people to protect. What am I thinking?) I scolded myself.
"I have people to protect and a role to uphold," I said.
"And if you’d t before that role?" Iris asked.
"I—" I faltered, caught off guard by her words, as if she’d anticipated my response. She gazed at with heated eyes.
She giggled, showing a childish smile. "Just kidding. Did you take seriously?"
I couldn’t read her true intentions from that expression.
Was Iris toying with ? Or testing ? With those thoughts swirling, I returned to the tailoring workshop.
[A/N: C’mon this is not so mindless banging and yapping book, characters wil beco more and more twisted in future, changing your whole perspective for them. I’ll be sure to make your ti and money worth it, so just lock in!]
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