Chapter 9

“Why are your pants down…? Ah, young master— Were you…?” Why would she ask that? That was the last thing he wanted. He was mortified, and there were tears pooling in his eyes. He wanted to flee. From this house. From her gaze. “Worry not, young master… I’m not concerned… Not in the slightest.” She sat down on the bed and put a hand on his head, gently patting him. Her other hand traveled south—to a place he did not expect. Her inhuman skin was impossibly alluring as it wrapped around him. “I’m not the most knowledgeable about these things, but this part became hard because you were thinking about me, yes? If that’s true, I’m…a bit self-conscious…but also…overjoyed.” Her smile—never fully present nor absent, like the moon—assuaged his fears. Then her hand began to move. It rose and fell, tenderly as could be. In a voice that had not yet cracked, he let out gasp after flustered gasp. “Does that feel good? Can you feel me? Please touch me as much as you want… As long as it’s you, I don’t mind.” Her magic hands, which were the envy of so many others, gave him ecstasy unlike anything he had experienced. Her long, white fingers came together and slid up and down, alternating between firm and gentle strokes. She held her young master, who had only just awakened to sex, and played with him deftly. Softly, she purred in his ear as he edged along the precipice of masochism. “Young master, please… Bare your soul so that I may know your feelings…mwah.” The moment she kissed his forehead, a new sensation graced the volatile space between his legs. A viscous, cloudy liquid he had never seen before shot out and adorned her white skin. His vile secretion had sullied her perfect hands. In an effort to wipe away his discernible guilt, she took the stickiness in her palm and stuck her fingertips in it. “Young master, this is your… Ah, did you just cum for the first time? Oh my…that’s quite something… And with me, oh my…” Her voice was soft and neutral, but the way she repeated oh my laid bare her excitement. Then she put her sullied hand to her lips. The vulgar sound she produced as she lapped up the liquid greatly contrasted her otherwise graceful demeanor. “I’ve tasted the young master’s…first seed.” Her smile was deeper and more resonant than usual. I love this person…so much. His thoughts for her would never cease again. From that day forward, he was always skulking around his family and the servants, ever in search of ways to be with her. And she never refused him. She would furrow her brow and say “You’re so naughty, young master” with narrowed eyes. “Well then, let’s excuse ourselves… I’ll tend to your most pressing need until you’re bursting with satisfaction, young master.” And so she tended, and so he burst. And so they continued in this fashion, day in and day out. It had become routine. “Your hands feel so amazing, but I’ve been thinking: Won’t it be a problem if your sleeves get messy?” With an anxious sigh, Stunk explained what he had in mind. “My lips…? And my tongue as well? Ah, I see, you do have a point… If I’m going to swallow it all in the end, it would be more efficient to use my mouth from the start. You are wise, young master. Well then, without further ado…mlem, mlem, shlorp, shlorp —How’s that, young master? Does that feel good? Shlorp, shlorp, gawk, gawk…! Cum, young mahhter…! Cum in my mouhh— Cum as muhh as you wanhh—” He did as he was told. He would not learn for a number of years that this activity was called fellatio. Even without prior knowledge, his instincts showed him the path to pleasure. “My…breasts…? You want to put it in between them?” Needless to say, he had no prior knowledge of this, either. He merely saw her prodigious bust struggling against the confines of her apron and imagined it naturally. He knew if he didn’t explore this new desire that very moment, he would regret it for the rest of his life. “Ahhn, it’s so warm…and so hard…like a glowing, iron rod… Mmf, okay, time for the massage. Mm, mm, mm—! Ah, did you finish already? Mmm, so you did… It’s shooting out so vigorously… It’s overflowing. My, my… Young master…you really seem to love my breasts.” No, he didn’t love them. If anything, he detested them. They were always in the way when he tried to look up at her face as a child. When he grew tall enough to be at eye level with her chest, they were even more of an obstruction. How could her breasts be so unbelievably self-assertive? The nerve. He couldn’t forgive them. They had to be punished. “Ahn, unf— If you thrust so forcefully, someone might hear…” Take this divine punishment. Curse these tits. These cruel, cruel tits. This was his instant-kill thrust attack. “Mmph—ahh—! Young master, you’re acting like a beast in heat…” Her face was beet-red before he realized it. Mating… The act of male and female beasts grinding their hips together, eventually producing a child. He’d seen the horses in the stables doing it. —Ah. The gears in his head clicked into place, and he understood, in an instant, what all their interactions had been leading up to. Everything up to this point was mere rehearsal. The use of her hands, mouth, and breasts had been nothing but an imitation of the true goal. Though this act was the apex of pleasure, it had taken him this long to realize it. What a shame. “Y-young master…what did you just say?” He poured his heart out to her, holding nothing back. Her face flushed red as her hands trembled up and down, like she was mindlessly banging a drum. “Y-you want to…mate…with me?” Of course he wanted to. He wanted to grind his crotch into hers, make the beast with two backs, and release his viscous, white fluid deep inside her. Because… Because… “Do you truly…think so highly of me?” …She was radiant, passionate, and made him feel better than anyone else in the world. If he could have her, he didn’t need anything else. If she demanded that he go and fight a terrifying monster with naught but a rusty sword, he would have set off to battle without a second thought. However, she lowered her face and spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper. “Please wait one week.” Was she truly so anxious? Or was she just considering it that seriously? If that was the case, it was a man’s duty to exercise patience, or so he told himself. One agonizing week passed. Going that long without release proved difficult, and with every passing moment, he was assaulted by relentless anxiety and dread. What would he do if she refused him? What if she said no? His silkie servant had been an eager accomplice thus far, but this was the first time she had hesitated. He couldn’t bear thinking he had done something stupid enough to put their bond—fostered since his youth—in jeopardy. What was the right move? Should he find her before it was too late and tell her he was just kidding? He didn’t want to make his feelings at that time seem like a lie. That would be dishonest, both to himself and to her. What to do, what to do? As he passed his time in mental anguish, the fated day arrived. “Come to the storehouse tonight,” she whispered in passing one afternoon. His torment had been extended by nearly half a day. He waited until his family was fast asleep and slowly, solemnly approached the storehouse, like a man walking to the gallows. He opened the door, his heart in his throat…and there, a peerless beauty, a goddess made flesh awaited him, fully nude. Her body was bathed in moonlight, which streamed in through a small window. Her hair and skin shone a brilliant silver-white. “I met with some difficulty acquiring this medicine. I’m not allowed to leave the grounds of this estate, you see… However, it was worth the trouble.” She held what looked like a small bottle of medicine in her hand. “With this, we won’t have to worry about the conception of a bastard child… So please do as you wish, young master. Indulge in my body to your heart’s content.” She wrapped him in a gentle embrace and drew him close. Both his anxiety and sense of reason had completely melted away. All that remained was the beast. He tasted her flesh, returned her embrace, and gave himself entirely to the movement of his hips. His hands, mouth, and chest were on another plane of ecstasy as he poured his lust into her again and again. Night turned to dawn. From then on, whenever he had a spare moment, he took her to the storehouse and freed the beast. “Ahhn—mmmf…! Young master, oh my young master! You’re incredible…!” Unlike their other pastimes, when they did this, she, too, writhed in pleasure. This pleased him above all else. He felt their bond deepening every time they became one. Yet at the end of each coupling, she redrew the line between them. “No need to think meddlesome thoughts, young master. Just have your way with me…” “Right… It’s just recreation… A game.” “My body is your plaything, young master… I can no longer bear children. I am but an outlet for your desires—a pleasure hole at your beck and call.” The line between master and servant remained firmly in place. She adhered to this one clause with every ounce of her being. However, there was no greater struggle than swaying a young man to see the sense of his elder. He raised his voice in protest. Again, she shook her head. “You’re mistaken, young master. These feelings are not genuine. The affection you hold for me is muddled with what you might feel for any other member of your household… A delusion and nothing more. Instead, use my body to learn all you can about pleasuring women. I’m sure the knowledge will be useful when you have a wife of your own… Please think of our time together as training for that day.” But the more he delighted in her body, the more intense his feelings became. He knew in his heart that their bond was growing deeper and refused to admit he was deluding himself. He hoped against hope that she didn’t believe her own words. He gave her a gift. It was a crude ring that he had saved his allowance to buy. “We can’t… We can’t, young master… You can’t hope to make me happy with this, for nothing will come of it… Why can’t you see…? Why are you so adamant…? I…” As they stared into each other’s eyes, a truth she hadn’t realized finally came to light: They were of equal height. He was no longer a boy constantly looking up at her. “…You’ve grown up splendidly, young master… You’ve become such a wonderful person.” She slipped the ring onto her left ring finger. Her smile was as bright as the sun. Their joining that evening served as a confirmation of their feelings for each other. Nothing fazed them anymore. Not their difference in height, not their difference in species, nothing. Yet in spite of that… The next day at dinner, his father spoke to him with a stern expression. “After today, this servant will be performing her weaving duties in another part of the estate. The work in the central manor will be assigned to the younger maids. You are to leave on a journey, acquaint yourself with the world, and become a man.” His mother sat next to his father, her face equally hard. Evidently, they had learned of Stunk’s clandestine affairs. Casual copulation was one thing. But trying to make an honest wife of the silkie servant was unacceptable. As the heir to the estate, he had to take a proper wife—such was the gist of his parents’ argument. “Fuck that!” he had lashed out. He was still so young. So immature. The verbal altercation grew physical, and he ended up breaking one of his father’s bones. At that point, he was done for. “This warrants disinheritance. The estate will go to your newborn brother. Don’t you dare set foot on this property ever again.” He had screwed up, and there was no coming back from it. He had no interest in heading the family. He was good with a sword and could survive on his own in the wider world. He wasn’t concerned about that. The one thing… The one person he desired cast her gaze to the floor, her heart full of sorrow. “If only I wasn’t a silkie, I would be able to come with you.” As a rule, silkies could not venture beyond the homes to which they were assigned. If a home fell into disrepair, the silkie would cease to exist. They were able to change housing assignments with a special ritual, but it required a tremendous amount of work. And money. The travel funds Stunk received from his mother wouldn’t make a dent in the cost. “Young master, no matter where you go… No matter who you meet, my heart will be with you, always and forever…” She sealed their good-bye with a kiss, and the two parted ways. But their separation wouldn’t last forever. They needed only wait until Stunk had saved up enough for the ritual. “Wait for me… I’ll come back for you, I promise.” * Two full days passed before Stunk actually left for the succubus joint. Stunk liked to strike while the iron was hot; it was rare for him to wait two days for anything, especially a brothel outing. The place wasn’t even that far away, a few hours’ walk, at most. And all he needed to prepare was his heart. But for Stunk, that type of preparation was the most crucial and definitely warranted resignation. When he finally arrived at the succubus joint, the expressions of the men in his party perfectly mirrored his own—a warrior’s resolve. “And here I am…” Stunk gulped as if he were standing before a fully armored giant. “Hmm… This time, I hope the girl I choose doesn’t flinch too much.” A bead of sweat rolled down Zel’s brow as if he were facing off against a slime that was resistant to all magic. “I wasn’t into it at first, but this idea’s actually not half-bad!” Kanchal laughed mischievously, which suited his youthful halfling face. The demon Samtahn—the most excited member of the party—said, “This is a grand idea. I can already feel my blood surging, wah-ha-ha!!” His arrogant laugh resembled that of a demon lord. “I’m not sure fired up is the appropriate mood for this sort of place…” “No sense in getting scared now! You might be an angel, but you’re not a baby.” “Crim can’t help it. Given how sensitive he is, if he’s not careful at this place, they’ll eat him alive.” The second Crim heard the description at Ye Pubbe, it was obvious that deep down, they didn’t understand a single thing. Angel or not, the appeal of this sort of place was difficult to grasp for many people. Stunk looked up at the joint’s sign. ’TIS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST… COME GET CUCKED AT THE CRACK IN THE DOOR. NOTE: A PLACE FOR CUCKOLDS, NOT THOSE TRYING TO SNATCH WIVES. NOTE: SERVICE DOES NOT INCLUDE SEXUAL INTERCOURSE. A number of caveats were listed on the sign. Just reading it made them feel as if swords were pointed mere inches from their throats. A cuckold situation is definitely a first for me… Stunk had experience cuckolding other men, but he had never been the cuckold himself. One who cuckolded others typically said things like Is this what you want, baby?, Heh-heh, I bet your husband can’t give it to you like I can., You’re getting off on the risk, aren’t you?, and so on. A cuckold was the opposite. At this establishment, customers adopted the role of “the husband who can’t satisfy their wife in bed.” Stunk wanted to lash out and say What’s so great about being betrayed by the woman you love?! But there was a reason he couldn’t back out. “We received a special request to review this joint. The only way is forward, men.” Ever since they had started writing reviews, the requests had poured in. They were often something along the lines of I’m interested in trying such-and-such place, but I wanna make sure it’s worth it. Check it out for me, will ya? This time, they’d been given a commission to cover the fee for the basic service. Stunk had been mentally preparing himself for the past two days, so there was no chance he would turn back now. The compass between his legs was telling him to abort the mission, but his warrior spirit could not shy away from a challenge. Today, I become the cuckold. With heroic tragedy in his heart, Stunk threw open the doors. “Welcome to The Crack in the Door.” A feeble voice that sounded like it was about to break welcome them. A lithe dragoness greeted them at the reception desk. She had two majestic horns sprouting from her head and was covered head to toe in thorny scales. Her face was average, but she had a highly authoritative aura about her. “I would like to make one thing abundantly clear: Under no circumstances will the experiences you have be anything other than fabricated. So don’t lose your head and throw a tantrum, okay?” A small flame danced in the dragon girl’s mouth. If you step out of line, I’ll burn you was how the crew interpreted the gesture. Considering the stipulations of the place, an enforcer who could handle rowdy customers was a necessity. Of course, Stunk had no intention of going off the rails. No matter how much of a disappointment the girl turned out to be, or how outrageous the situation was, once a man entered a succubus joint, it was common courtesy to savor the experience to the very last drop. “We have a reservation under the reviewers. Can I request Syrup?” The reservation was made beforehand by the individual who’d requested the review. The letter of inquiry had depicted a girl with the appearance and characteristics of syrup. The group really liked that image, which was one of the reasons they decided to accept the job. “Ah, so you’re the reviewers! Yes, our most popular girl, Syrup, is here today.” “Okay, in that case, here’s the scenario.” Stunk took a document from his breast pocket and handed it to the dragoness. She took the magnum opus he had crafted over the course of two days and looked at it briefly before giving a single nod. “Not a problem. All our girls are trained in the art of performance. Syrup is especially talented; she’ll put any professional actress to shame. Syrup…! You’ve been requested! And it looks like you’ve got quite the role to play!” The dragoness tapped the counter, and a girl gracefully appeared from the back of the shop. All three men cried out in awe. She wore a soot-black maid outfit with a white apron, and one particular part of her body swayed heavily. Her chest was almost comically large. Yet there were a few reasons her body type didn’t seem indecent: her slightly ovular face, her graceful features, her porcelain skin, and her silken-white hair. “I’m Syrup, the silkie… Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Stunk’s brain went completely numb. The servant he had been pining for—painting a mental portrait in his mind, morning, noon, and night for the past two days—now stood right in front of him. “She’s exactly what I had imagined, and so much more… I’m blown away…” “Syrup has extremely strong endorsements for themes such as big sister next door and chaste newlywed wife situations.” Even if she worked at a place with a different theme, her face and body alone would bring her fame. Her bust was much larger than Stunk had imagined. She must have been an F-cup. Perhaps even a G? “Heh-heh, I’m sweating just thinking about it… The image of the busty girl I obsessed over for the last two days is gonna get overwritten…” “Wait, Stunk…that’s what you were writing about the whole time with that sage look on your face?!” “I knew this place had an intense focus on situations, so I dug deep to create one.” “Your persistence really freaks me out sometimes…” Zel being offended by Stunk was entirely implausible. “But Stunk, are you sure you’re okay with this?” “What are you talking about?” “Like…you’re really gonna get cucked voluntarily…?” His words pierced Stunk deeply. No matter how attractive the girl he chose, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy her in the way he truly wanted. Having this fact thrown in his face only made his heart writhe in agony all the more. “If I’m doing this, I’m not gonna half-ass it… I’ll show you. I’ll have the best cuckin’ experience ever…” “You are truly unfathomable… But okay, I’ll be back to collect your remains.” “Yeah, Stunk, there’s no way you’d die an honorable death anyway.” “Even if you did die, you’d probably write a vengeful review from the afterlife.” The three of them were having fun at Stunk’s expense even though they, too, were going to be cuckolded. “Who would you like to play your wife-snatcher? This is the list of inbos currently available.” The dragoness brought out another catalog. Inbo was short for incubus boy, an incubus being a male succubus. “…I’ll go with this guy. He looks like a playboy, but he’s got a great body and a huge cock.” Stunk selected the person he would most hate to see steal his girl. When he said he was going all in, he meant it. Even if the experience made his heart grow cold and dead, he had to soldier on. It also seemed that Stunk wasn’t the only one who had put a considerable amount of thought into his scenario. “I’d like to choose this dryad girl, but I don’t really like the idea of someone I’ve never seen or met before stealing my girl.” “C’mon, Zel. It’s a little less awkward if you catch your girl with a total stranger, isn’t it?” “It’s all in good fun anyway. If I catch her with someone I know, then at least there’s the possibility we can have a laugh about it afterward.” Was it really that simple? It would seem Zel had his own plan of attack. He smiled broadly and clapped Kanchal on the shoulder. “It’s possible to bring in your own wife-snatcher at this place, correct?” “I want to be the wife-snatcher, but that’s not a problem, is it?” “No, that’s not a problem. If you visit on your own, you can’t become the wife-snatcher, but if the cuckold wants their friend to play the role, that’s perfectly fine!” It was up to the client to decide who would play the part of wife-snatcher. Without this stipulation, an endless stream of customers would flood the establishment looking to take the job. It might’ve meant more business, but once the joint lost its special flair, it would become a haven for unsavory types. This place catered to customers who wanted to be cuckolded and understood all the experience entailed. Conceptually, the establishment prided itself on cuckold culture and naught else. At any rate, the crew grasped that there were a number of stipulations at play. “By the way, our owner is also one of the girls available for selection.” “That’s gonna freak me out. I don’t think we needed to know that.” “Ah, my apologies.” The dragoness bowed her head briefly, a gesture that didn’t carry a single ounce of remorse. “Is the owner really comfortable with participating a cuckold scenario?” With his pointed claws, Samtahn indicated one of the girls and then an inbo in the catalog. “I want to enjoy a situation where a demon lord coerces his wife into sex with a minotaur who’s under his control, with her falling into a corrupt world of pleasure while her husband laughs manically the entire time. With wine.” “Not a problem. As I understand it, she’s completely fine with that sort of thing.” It wasn’t entirely clear where the line between what customers could and couldn’t request was drawn. Was this really a place for men who had no prior experience with the lifestyle? Each time Stunk glanced at the silkie, who was standing quietly nearby, he was hit with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. Stunk took a deep breath in front of the door. He was about to meet his servant again, the fire of his loins—such was the scene as he came face-to-face with Syrup, the silkie. The Crack in the Door was a succubus joint that came with a certain level of drama. Places that specialized in roleplay weren’t rare, and Stunk had a fair amount of experience. All things considered, I probably won’t have to make any drastic changes to my character. All Stunk needed to do was come to grips with the scenario; becoming someone else was unnecessary. Being able to play yourself in a roleplay scene was ideal. Without that freedom, he’d become too preoccupied with acting and wouldn’t be able to enjoy the session. For that matter, he still didn’t know if he would enjoy being cuckolded, but that was beside the point. “Hey… Syrup, it’s me, Stunk.” Stunk knocked and waited for a response. “Young master… A-ah, oh my, young master, is it really you?” The door opened from the inside. The scene was set. Stunk had been dying to see his silky-white silkie. His eyes began to water, if only slightly. “Welcome home, young master… I waited for you.” Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her face modest and reserved. Though he was meeting this woman for the first time, Stunk couldn’t help feeling nostalgic. All right, time to pour on the charm! Stunk had spent two full days dreaming up this scenario—leaving his heart on the page—and the time had come to reap the fruit of his emotional turmoil. Stunk flushed red, and tears welled in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m home… I came back for you.” The words he spoke were far more hackneyed than the ones he’d written. “I prayed every day… I prayed to the ring you gave me that I would be able to see you again.” “The ring… You kept it…all this time.” Syrup had a cheap-looking ring on her left ring finger. The reason Stunk had chosen a plain ring back then was because he considered the lack of luxury symbolic of the purity of his feelings. He was young and in love. It was an innocent, childish longing. It was this longing that had supported Stunk over the years. He could face numerous challenges, walk away from countless battles, defy death itself, all thanks to his love for Syrup—or at least, that was how he felt in the moment. “Syrup, I won’t make you sad ever again…” Stunk took her left hand gently in both of his. “My father died falling from his horse. My younger brother will handle the inheritance. I’ll make a new home for us, Syrup. We can use the ritual to reassign you.” “But, young master…” Silkies’ lives were tied to the locations they inhabited. If they left the grounds of their homes, their life force would be depleted. The only way to safely change their habitat was the ritual. Fulfilling this goal was the sole reason Stunk had thrown himself into a life of high-stakes adventure in the first place. “Don’t worry about the cost. It took a long time, but I’ve finally earned enough. We’ll even have some money left over.” Stunk wanted a life with her. He squeezed her hand in an attempt to convey this fervent desire. Syrup cooed, intoxicated by his touch, but did not reply immediately. “What’s wrong, Syrup?” The curtain separating the front and back of the room suddenly whipped open. And there he was: the wife-snatching playboy. He was a human male with lightly tanned skin and gaudy jewelry, and his fake smile was irritating. That said, this smile bore striking similarity to the one Stunk typically wore. “…Who’s this?” “He’s a merchant from the city… He buys the products I weave…” Syrup stared into space for a moment. Her expression was vague, but her palpable panic was sublime. Her acting ability truly was a cut above. Thanks to this convincing performance, Stunk’s heart was beating out of his chest. “’Sup, man! Nice to meetcha. Syrup and me got a great thing going.” The playboy lightly placed a hand Syrup’s shoulder—a subtle show of possession. He looked so comfortable with her that Stunk started seething with rage. Shit, I already wanna murder him. If Stunk hadn’t checked his weapons in at the front desk, things could’ve gotten ugly. “We’ve concluded our business for the day, so if there’s nothing else, we can adjourn this meeting…” “Heh-heh, yeah, it’s been a pleasure doin’ business with ya. Very productive. Next time, how ’bout we kick negotiations up a notch?” Syrup’s shoulder twitched visibly. The playboy’s hand had disappeared to the small of her back. From what Stunk could see, it was likely traveling even farther down. It had vanished beneath her skirt, touching on her perfect, plump— “Time-out.” Stunk raised his hand and brought the performance to intermission. “Is everything okay?” “I’m sorry; my heart’s racing.” Stunk’s chest was on fire. His breath was ragged, and his heart was struggling to keep up. Syrup was having her ass fondled in secret by the playboy. The second Stunk realized this, his pulse spiked. So this is the power of cuckold roleplay…! This must’ve been how a person felt having heart-stopping, instant-death magic cast upon them. “Um, was I pouring it on a little too thick?” The playboy shrunk down and looked apologetic. He seemed very humble—a striking difference from the persona he had adopted a moment ago. The genuine concern he was showing for Stunk was a much better fit for his face. “Should we turn the acting down a notch? Instead of swaggering around, I could be a playboy who’s prim, proper, and affectionate.” “Should I adjust my approach as well? I could cling to you more and act like I’m madly in love with you.” “Nah, I mean, none of this is real, right? I get that, but still…” No matter how much Stunk struggled against his instincts, this scene called for him to play the cuckold. The show had to go on. But Stunk hadn’t imagined it would be this difficult. The physical torture of S-M play was more relaxing. Without a physical component—something he knew well—the emotional damage cut so much deeper. “I think your palpitations are probably just from getting your feet wet… If you could transform the throbbing in your chest into something more immoral, you might discover a new side of yourself…” To be perfectly honest, Stunk wanted nothing more than to turn his back on this place and never return. But he had his pride to consider. “I refuse to give up so soon.” “I understand, dear customer. I’ll believe in your earnest gaze… Syrup, I won’t be holding back anymore.” “Huh?” “Refusing to settle for anything less than the peak of the mountain is the romance of man. I know this well, so it’s time to get serious. I’m going to put on my nastiest, sleeziest playboy persona, so brace yourself.” “Um… Wait…” “Take two!” A suffocating heat filled the room as the playboy took a brief recess, leaving Syrup and Stunk behind. The two of them sat down on the bed together. Stunk felt their shoulders brush against each other—an oddly innocent gesture. He truly felt like he was meeting his first love again after so long. “Young master…you’ve gotten so strong.” Syrup turned her upper body toward Stunk, and her massive breasts pressed against his arm. He could feel his passion reigniting. He was a man, after all. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done with you in mind. It’s been a long and winding road. I don’t need you to take care of me now. I’m more than capable of taking the lead.” “Young master…” “I’m going to make love to you, Syrup.” Stunk was able to pull off the corny line. In a short time, he’d made a world of improvement. This was a sign of success. He’d gone through a lot for his busty beauty—or rather, for the elegant maid girl many years his senior. Stunk held her in his arms, far thicker and stronger than years past. The sensation of her breasts pushing against his chest was incomparable. “…I’ve waited so long for this moment.” The maid looked up from his chest, her face aglow. Her hair was alabaster, and her face was like porcelain. Her whole appearance was pure, like silk, washed and dried in the sun. Yet despite this, she smelled a bit pungent. “S-Syrup—! Did you take some kinda medicine recently?” “No, not that I… Ah—” Syrup cast her gaze at the ground and put her hand to her mouth, as if the smell was coming from there. “The man from before gave me something to eat that had a strong odor…” Fuck that, I caught you red-handed, thought Stunk, before swallowing his words. “I see. Was it tasty?” “Yes… Even though it smelled a bit funny, the flavor was so rich…” Syrup looked to be in a trance as she recalled the memory of her meal. Stunk noticed something: a red patch on her white neck. What else could it have been but a hickey? “Time-out! Time-out!” “What’s wrong?” “Did things go too far again?” Even the inbo rushed back into the room to check on Stunk. “That was way too much… I thought my heart would stop.” The scene Stunk had painstakingly crafted over the past two days had become a razor-sharp blade to pierce his heart. What the hell was he doing to himself? And why was he paying good money for it? Um, wait, the commissioner was the one paying this time around, but still… “Was it the hickey on her neck that got to you? Or the black pube carefully placed on the inside of her collar? It is a color silkies could never have naturally, after all.” “I didn’t even notice the hair! Just hearing about it makes me wanna puke!” “Please try to be more resilient! There are far more elements of the cuckolding scenario strategically placed around the room! Please try to find them all! Make a game out of it if you wish!” “What kinda game sends the player into cardiac arrest with every clue?!” Stunk was screaming at this point, but he still didn’t want to give up. At the very least, he had to use up the time allotted, or else he wouldn’t be able to write a proper review. The scene resumed from the bed. “Stunk! Stunk, are you there?” There was a raucous knock at the door, accompanied by a voice repeatedly calling Stunk’s name. “The master is calling for you. Please come to the central manor.” “The master… You mean my little brother?” Come to think of it, Stunk hadn’t established his brother’s name. Not that it mattered at this point. “Please go, young master. I’ll be right here waiting for you.” “…Okay. I’ll take care of whatever this is and be back as soon as I can.” Stunk reluctantly took his leave. For the record, the playroom was designed as two separate chambers. The main room had a bed and a simple bathtub, and a small waiting area had been set up in the front. A man with streaks of gray in his hair was waiting in the front room. “Regarding the family inheritance, as a precautionary bit of lip service, the master wishes to inform you that due to your prolonged absence, your claim to any portion of it has been forfeit. You will negotiate with him to acquire Syrup only. Swear on it. You are to accept this agreement amicably and return from whence you came with naught but the love in your heart—such is the gist. The scenario you provided didn’t give any further details, so we’ve taken the liberty of extrapolating.” “Oh, wow, um…okay… Thanks for the rundown.” The fact that this succubus joint had supplied actors aside from the wife-snatcher and the girl in question demonstrated just how much effort they put into their craft. “Okay, this is where the cuckold experience gets real. On behalf of The Crack in the Door, we hope you enjoy your experience from here on… Ah, and I’ll leave this brand-new magi-hole here, so please use it. It’s complimentary.” A magical hole flopped down next to Stunk, and the man took his leave. In that moment, Stunk could hear the footsteps from hell approaching. “Oh my… No… Please don’t…” The carnal yet shrill voice shook Stunk to his core. “That means you want it more, right? Heh-heh, you’re such a dirty little silkie.” The vulgar tone lit a fire under Stunk. Had you asked him what infuriated him most, it would have to be the fact that he himself had used that exact same line at other succubus joints. Stunk crept toward the crack in the door and peered inside. The playboy was embracing Syrup from behind. He was kneading her voluminous breasts as they spilled from his hands and brushing his lips against her ear. “Oh, ohhh— The young master will be back soon…so please…!” “We’ve got plenty of time. He’s all wrapped up in that inheritance talk, right? They’ll be at it for hours. I wouldn’t be surprised if it got violent.” “The young master would never get caught up in the family inheritance!” “Nahhh, you’re wrong. It’s all about the money, see? You, of all people, should know that by now. No one can survive without money. I showed you the truth of that with my big ol’ great sword, didn’t I?” In truth, Stunk had crafted the scenario such that Syrup had laid her hands on the heir to the estate and had been sent into isolation. Then she gradually fell into a downward spiral and had no choice but to latch onto the playboy. “…I don’t think I can do this after all.” Stunk called for another time-out and slumped against the wall. He put his entire weight against it—as if he’d need its support for the rest of his life—and his eyes rolled back in his head. The pair came out from the main room and began encouraging him from both sides. “You can do it! Keep it up!” “Please believe in yourself… Believe in the vast potential that lies within you.” “Vast…potential?” “This is the do-or-die moment… You have the power to overcome this trial—” The silkie assigned the role of Stunk’s lover grabbed at the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. A single thread unraveled—a hair containing the transformative power of the silkies. Syrup took it and wrapped it around the ring finger of Stunk’s right hand. “This hair wrapped around your ring finger is proof of your bond with her… As long as you both continue to understand each other, it will never come off…” “Does that scenario work for you? Naturally, Syrup will be able to remove it whenever she wants, but for now, it’ll work as a tool to get your heart back into it.” Was that how it went? Was this supposed to encourage Stunk to understand the final scenario through his visual perception and other senses? “No, wait. You’re just gonna pull the rug out from under my feet the moment I climax, aren’t you?” “Of course we will…but doesn’t that excite you? Anticipating that moment of certain loss…” “Why are you trying to break my heart?! Can’t you take it a little easy on me?! I’m a first-timer!” “I don’t enjoy when people try to fall back on feebleminded ploys to get us to tone it down just because they’re beginners.” Syrup had been quiet and reserved before, but now the bright light of conviction burned in her eyes. “If anything, it’s because it’s your first time that you should let the experience pierce your heart so deeply that it shatters completely. I hope that, at worst, you’ll be writhing on the border of anguish and ecstasy for a week.” “Syrup…you’re one hell of a sadist, y’know that…?” “I’m just true to my craft.” Stunk was blown away by Syrup’s unfettered passion. When they first met, she had seemed so demure. As a species, silkies were maniacal about their duties. For those living in this shop, cuckold play was a task like any other. That was why Syrup gave her all to the performance—and to the playboy. I guess I have a newfound respect for people who go all out from the beginning. Making light of the experience without understanding its true essence negated its meaning. “If you’re gonna go that far… I refuse to fold. I’ll keep it going, you two.” “That’s the spirit!” “Now you will see the absolute apex of my adultery on full display… Be sure to pay close attention.” Careful observation was the last thing on Stunk’s mind, but he soldiered on. The pair disappeared through the door and reestablished the scene. “I bet he never made you feel quite like this, did he?” “N-nooo…! The young master would never touch me with such sadistic hands…!” “It’s not only my hands that are sadistic.” “Nooo—! If you get rough with me down there, I’ll…!” “Time-out! Hang on! Wait just a goddamn minute!” Stunk collapsed against the wall again in a fit of tears. “Shit… This is no good… No good at all.” Stunk was a blubbering mess, nearly blowing snot bubbles. He just couldn’t take it. The experience was so brutal that Stunk felt physical pain. “This whole scenario is so cruel and gut-wrenching, I wanna die, but why…why am I so goddamn hard?!” Despite his crippling sense of loss, Stunk had a raging boner; his manhood stood tall and defiant. This was the most meaningless erection he’d had in his entire life, and it terrified him. “You did it, dear customer! Amazing! You’ve awakened to the wondrous world of depression boners…! I’m so moved!” “Never forget that pain in your heart… Embrace the nausea flowing through you… If you have the ability to get an erection at a time like this, you definitely have what it takes to explore the deepest levels of cuckold play.” And just as they said, one form of infinite potential had clearly manifested between his legs.