It's been six whole years since I got isekai'd into this other world. At first, my heart raced with excitement, and then came the overwhelming dread of not knowing what to do next. But now, at the very least, I can pat myself on the back for not being a total greenhorn anymore.
"Hngh... Hngh..."
A breathing pattern that was hard to believe came from someone asleep—sultry and sticky with sensuality.
I shifted my gaze from the ceiling to my right.
There, a pink, pink creature came into view, her body rising and falling rhythmically with each breath.
"Ugh. Even if she tried, she couldn't make it this tempting."
Lili, my petite and precious pink slave whom I'd bought two years ago.
She was usually sharp and on the ball, but every now and then she'd unleash some irresistible natural seduction that left me in a real bind.
If someone asked why I was holding back with a slave I'd gone out of my way to buy, I'd have no good comeback. But bad memories from the two slaves I'd purchased before made it hard to muster the courage to touch her.
Of course, that hesitation was starting to fade. Lately, I'd been thinking maybe Lili would be okay. It wouldn't be long before I finally claimed her.
No, still... my heart's not quite ready yet.
If anything, I wanted to take her once I was absolutely sure she didn't hate me. I could see myself with Lili for life, so I had to handle her with care and build up to it properly.
She was my slave anyway. No rush.
When I arrived in this world, I made two vows to myself.
One: take care of my own body. Two: since I'm here, indulge my fantasies to the fullest within the bounds of safety.
In that sense, Lili had become something irreplaceable after two years together. I was growing confident that she'd bear fruit for me sooner or later—mine in every way.
"Maybe I should step out for some air."
Staying like this, I might just pounce on her. Better to cool my head with a quick walk outside.
Not yet... not yet. The time isn't right.
But first...
Squish.
I gently cupped the defenseless breast of Lili, lost deep in oblivious sleep.
My fingers sank into the plush softness with just a bit of pressure, only for her resilient bounce to push back against my hand.
It was so enticing that my hand grew bolder as it kneaded her breast.
"Ahngh..."
"Oops."
Lately, I'd been groping her firm ass and marshmallow-like tits within the bounds of not forcing her—helping her get used to me, bit by bit.
She'd gotten me all worked up tonight, so I'd been enjoying her chest, but waking a soundly sleeping girl would be kinda rude.
"Gotta settle for this much, I guess."
I'll take my time with her later.
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"Tch. Was that moan a bit too eager?"
Not long after Yuha left, Liliss clicked her tongue softly from where she'd been pretending to sleep on the bed, wondering if she'd overplayed it.
She never imagined she'd end up spending so much time with him.
He was just one of the countless humans she'd encountered during her amusements.
There wasn't any special reason for her to disguise herself as a slave by mind-controlling a slave trader.
She'd simply remembered how fun it had been in the past: posing as a slave, letting some lecherous human buy her with eager expectations of ravishing her freely, then shattering his slave seal at the critical moment, mocking him mercilessly, and draining his blood.
That was her plan this time too.
But for some reason, though he'd bought her with eyes gleaming in lustful desire, Yuha hadn't laid a hand on her that first day. Instead, he'd smiled harmlessly and fussed over her—asking if she was hurt anywhere, if she was hungry, and so on.
She'd expected him to drop his pants the second they got home, but he hadn't.
What an odd man.
So I figured I'd just let him go nicely on a whim.
Had he tried to take her by force, she'd have torn his limbs apart and savored his agonized screams with his blood as the perfect chaser.
But he hadn't, so her mood soured. She'd planned to seal his magic, drain his blood painlessly, and kill him.
That's when Liliss panicked.
She'd sucked enough blood to kill him several times over, yet Yuha merely paled—no more than that.
Some inexplicable power kept regenerating his blood, endlessly welling from the puncture wounds in his neck where her fangs had pierced.
But that power wasn't infinite. After draining what amounted to three people's worth of blood, Yuha's face had turned deathly white.
Looking back, it's a good thing I stopped there.
She surely wouldn't have gotten any thrill from killing him then.
Her interest piqued by this man named Yuha, she'd halted her feeding.
When the fang marks on his neck healed on their own and color gradually returned to his ashen face, even Liliss couldn't help but be amazed.
In her long life, she'd never encountered a human like this.
Afterward, she'd decided that if he ever tried to claim her without permission, she could kill him then. For now, she'd play the role of his slave.
But that never happened.
She later learned that Yuha, hilariously, harbored a fear of slaves.
One time, blackout drunk, he'd confessed that he'd once had two slaves who'd been so terrified of him they'd run away. She'd nearly burst out laughing, struggling to keep her composure.
And yet he still bought me, despite being so scared.
When she'd asked why he'd bought her with that traumatic past, his answer had pleased her.
"Pinkie! How could I not buy such a pink cutie? Especially one this pretty."
She didn't know exactly what "pinkie" meant, but context told her it referred to her hair color.
Liliss toyed with her unique pink locks, flashing a seductive smile.
For her, it was a first—having a human compliment her hair.
Humans, as a species, tended to fear and shun the unfamiliar.
When she'd first appeared, they hadn't hid their revulsion. Annoyed, Liliss had wiped out every living thing in that village on the spot.
In the process, she'd been drenched in so much human blood that legends mistakenly depicted her with red hair—a funny twist.
Since she'd only slaughtered the villagers, some passerby must have witnessed the aftermath.
Just some old tale she barely remembered now.
After that, to avoid hassle during massacres, she'd used magic to erase or alter witnesses' memories. But she couldn't stop every rumor, and soon a superstition spread across the continent: pink hair symbolized misfortune.
Yet humans were too dim to know why—they just passed down warnings to beware pink hair.
So when Yuha praised her hair color, Liliss felt secretly pleased.
Yuha was one peculiar guy.
He acted like a foolishly kind fool, helping people on whims, but he was also a huge scaredy-cat who freaked out over nothing sometimes.
Still, the way he'd push through his fear was kinda cute.
He restrained himself from touching her sexually, yet his eyes betrayed unchecked lust. What a weirdo.
He's fun.
She didn't cling to her virginity out of some notion it was for a loved one. It was just happenstance—no opportunities had arisen amid her amusements.
With that in mind, she figured giving it to this man if he wanted wouldn't be so bad.
It wasn't love, but Liliss inwardly graded him a pass.
She hadn't been totally indifferent to him anyway.
Once she thought that way, she started noticing herself seducing him more.
It began innocently: wearing loose clothes and bending over vulnerably to flaunt her ample cleavage.
She often accentuated her curvaceous hips and breasts subtly.
Pretending to trip, she'd thrust her chest forward and tumble into his arms.
Sneaking glances at him gulping hard became her little hobby, a source of quiet amusement.
Though it got frustrating when he wouldn't bite.
It was fun at first, but his constant resistance irked her. In a huff, she'd crawled into his bed one night, pretending to wander in her sleep.
Thinking back, that's hilarious too. A master preparing separate bedding for his slave?
Cute, in its own way.
Things progressed smoother after that. The wooden block who wouldn't touch her started groping her stealthily, and lately, he'd do it openly sometimes.
Only at home, sure, but progress was progress.
Now they always slept in the same bed.
But due to his pathetic cowardice, he only groped freely when she pretended to sleep.
Even so, once she started faking sleep, he'd roll to face her back, hug her from behind, and knead her breasts with both hands before drifting off—oblivious to her reactions.
He couldn't see her face from that angle, where a full smile bloomed every time.
One might think he'd stall forever, but Liliss could sense it.
Soon, maybe?
Just imagining it made her giggle.
Liliss teasingly traced the Yin Seal she'd deliberately left on her lower abdomen, her demonic eyes gleaming as she let out a heated sigh.
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"Academy enrollment is a day worth celebrating."
I lewdly wiggled my right hand in the air, as if her texture still lingered.
Staring at the academy gates from outside, I made one firm vow.
That day, I'll pop Lili's cherry with some celebratory champagne.
I've held back plenty, Yuha! No more endurance!