The Master and Slave World 146

The Master and Slave World 146

Chapter 146 – 146. Building a Newlywed House With a Weak Sloppy Owner Who Is Sure to Be at the Level of a Killifish if There Is a Sex Battle! Slave Is a Watcher Role. Yeah

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“Yusei, let’s wash up and leave! Wake up soon We will build our house!”

“Eww… ? Sylvia It’s been a while since you woke up first.”

“Oh, is that so? I guess it’s because I ate a lot yesterday. Anyway, wake up.”

“Huam—… Ugh, wake up.”

“Hehe, then can you wash it off?”

When morning came, Sylvia and I briefly washed up and set out to build a proper mansion. Even while washing and changing clothes, of course, she didn’t forget the sticky skinship.

After examining her clit while trying on her clothes, Sylvia squirted her squirt in both of her dainty holes. At the same time she became a raunchy face wet with ecstasy and she sobbed.

“Hak, haaang… ♡”

“Ike, then you fall down. Now, shall we fall into the arms of slaves?”

“Ugh, my slave, master, will you calmly pat me…?”

“I’ll do anything. Now, come here.”

“Hee hee… ♡”

Inside the Instant House. After Sylvia was washed and dressed, she fawned over where the talk of building a house quickly had gone.

I carried Sylvia to her bed. I sat on the edge of her first, then she sat between my legs.

A small body that fits snugly.

Sylvia naturally pushed and rubbed from her hips to her crotch. What she was doing was so lewd.

I stopped Sylvia from moving like that.

“Uh huh. Not now.”

“Chii—you should rub it a little.”

“Then you’re going to sneak up on me and ask me to commit it. I know everything.”

“Oh, no~~.”

“You say you have something to do, let’s do something dirty later.”

“Yeah, that’s right, home!”

Sylvia, who rubbed my crotch with her buttock, felt sorry for what she had said, but she quietly followed her words. But suddenly she started unbuttoning her shirt.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

First the tattoo of her womb was revealed, and as she kept unbuttoning her, her pretty patterned pink nipples were also exposed. It was the lewd underwear I picked out and put on before the climactic exam in the morning.

With her buttons all open, Sylvia lifted her arms and put them around her neck, then pulled her short hair behind her and put the top of her head under her chin. . She said in a sticky voice as she folded her body as if she were interlocking.

“Well, should I do what I said to pat you? You can’t miss it.”

“Oh right.”

“You can’t forget. It’s important.”

He is very thorough aristocratic when it comes to taking care of real naughty things. How can you not just skip it?

Besides, it was lovely that she was generous with me, even though she had just said it, but had forgotten about it. I voluntarily patted the soft belly of the cute owner who was holding me back with a hug.

Pat pat pat pat

“Hem… ♡ Wow, ah… ♡ Haang ♡ ah… ♡”

Every time the cute navel and uterus tattoos were tapped with the palm of my hand, a raunchy voice leaked out. The owner’s body twitched funnyly at the patak calming slave touch.

“Hey Yuu… ♡ Phew… ♡”

“Have you calmed down?”

“Hmm, it seems to have sunk about halfway… ♡ I think I can do just a little bit more… ♡”

Silvia hugged her back and answered her sweet voice. I patted quietly and lost myself in the thought of the origin of this pat-pat routine.

‘When did you do this? … Oh, half a year ago, maybe?’

As I remembered, the essential routine established about half a year ago was right. As for the cause and effect of this, it was all because the experience of defeat, submission, and climax sex had accumulated, and Sylvia’s slutty body had become more shabby.

For example, getting your body temperature up to a pleasant temperature when hugged, warming up when you’re being crushed, or having your cock hard and zealous even when you don’t move after inserting it into it are all known to be normal reactions if you’re a witch or a slave. In other words, it means that there is no such thing as someone who is and who is not.

Pat pat

“Ouch, ooh… ♡”

However, each woman has a different level of anger about her body’s eroticism and weakness. Because it depends on how much she gets fucked.

Sylvia’s body had simply been imprinted to her custom size as her cunt was optimized exclusively for her slave when she offered her virginity on their first meeting. However, her year-by-year repeated submissive sex and defeat climax accelerated Sylvia’s crappy killifish.

Pat pat

“Ah, ha ha… ♡”

About half a year ago, on the day her weakened body reached this level, Sylvia had given a lengthy explanation. Does she want to be fucked until her body gets messed up in earnest once she has a rough submission climax?

However, to Silvia’s peak reaction, obedience was like a basic option, a passive that couldn’t be turned off. That is, no matter how she climaxed, her obedience to her slave welled up.

Pat pat

“Hey, hey, hey… ♡”

If she is not a newcomer who just signed a contract with a slave, but if she is a noble who has been eaten for a long time, it is imperative that she drop out in the middle of her daily life. If she was a dignified aristocrat, even if she wasn’t on the night shift, she would be treated like a lavish toy or a physical examination.

Her bullying was a matter that could never be neglected by Sylvia, her traditional aristocratic woman, she said. … It seemed to me that he was simply greedy.

Pat pat

“Ah… Ah… ♡”

She had been fucked and climaxed so much anyway that Sylvia’s body had gone beyond her limits again and was shabby. As a result, even if she climaxed lightly, she had to have sex to release her estrus.

The day she became her body, she thought it was impossible every time, and she and I urgently conducted human experiments… Rather, it was a peak experiment. The subject of her experiment was, of course, Sylvia’s own body.

I was able to quickly find a solution through a sense of employment. The way to do that is to pat him with the meaning of calming down, not sex like now.

So, now, just by getting a climactic test from a slave in the morning, a routine was added to calm the body that was in heat, asking when to eat it. The life of a slave really seems too busy.

“Cheup.”

“Ha ha… Huh? … Why? What fun do you have?”

“Greatness… ! Never mind.”

“Yes? Whoa… Then can you pat me a little more? And if possible… Even rubbing.”

“Oh, okay.”

People say that when they are patted, their heat subsides and they have calmed down, but that doesn’t mean they are in a completely normal condition. It is because the weak body of a crippled person makes the heart pound and flutter even when patted.

Even though the urge that is hard to resist is gone, a subtle sexual desire takes its place. Sylvia, whose cheeks were flushed, took a deep breath, then removed her hand from her neck and raised her body.

“I’m fine now.”

“Yes? Shall we go now?”

I tried to get up after her as she raised her body. But Sylvia stopped me by placing her palm against her chest, and then she took out her wand and grabbed it.

“Wait for a sec. Didn’t you say you were going to build a house today? I’ll show you the structure. ──[Image]! “

Along with the sound of the incantation, an image appeared in my head. Sylvia’s house full of cute hopes had flowed into her head.

“Five…”

“How?”

“Does it look very good?”

There were pretty garden trees in the green growing garden, and the trails including them were wide and beautiful. I calmly inspected the interior form and furniture of the two-story mansion in the middle of the garden.

“Is there anything you would like to change?”

“It’s perfect, so there’s nowhere to touch it. I think this is the best way.”

“Hi-Hi! Yeah~?”

I had no intention of touching it, I just thought it was a very pretty house, so I ignorantly agreed to Sylvia, who was waiting for an answer. After hearing her answer, Sylvia laughed bashfully.

Soon after, me and her went to demolish the instant house. My role was to watch, and it was Sylvia alone who actually got into the action.

“Whoa… “

‘He seems to be concentrating a lot.’

[Craft] The material produced by magic changes and fixes its shape with magic. You need to know the shape you want to implement.

It was already late when I arrived at this lakeside yesterday, and the magic I put into making the instant house was about a day’s worth. In other words, since it was made for sleeping overnight, there is not much time left to maintain its shape.

“Once this is done. It’s real focus now!”

“Fighting—!”

Sylvia finished her demolition by dissipating her meager magical power left in the Instant House. As if the screen of a cell phone with a little battery left turned off, the small homeless house where they had been living for the night returned to a pile of dirt.

‘But the more I think about it, the more amazing it is.’

Looking at Sylvia’s crafting magic, this wasn’t even a myth. The process of memorizing a spell and making it with only clay might look like a miracle to the uninitiated.

Besides, my pretty master, Sylvia, looks like a goddess, so it could be really misunderstood. But she has a dog premature ejaculation and a squeaky pussy, so is there a goddess who claims to be a pet cat?

I watched the work of the lovely owner while thinking about such miscellaneous things. Sylvia first made it possible to attract external mana to the central part where the frame would be built.

Unlike instant houses for the homeless, it was a project to maintain the structure of a house for life. It was impossible to maintain the shape for tens or hundreds of years with only individual magic power.

So when witches build houses, they use the mana of nature. As a similar task, there is a case where a magic tool with a fixed number of daily uses is automatically recharged after a certain amount of time after use.

After gathering mana from the outside, my master aimed at the front with a small staff held in a small hand. And she herself chanted her incantation while pouring out a huge amount of mana.

“────[Craft]!”

A pleasant voice rang out. At the same time, an overwhelming amount of magical power was mobilized for magical manifestation while being controlled by one person, Sylvia.

Rumble… !

The mansion construction that started like that was different in scale from [Craft] That I had seen so far. The huge flow of magical power made my fingertips tremble even though I was not in a hostile position with Sylvia.

Drurrrr.

If I were a medieval person in the past who didn’t know about the existence of magic, or if I didn’t know that it was made of clay, I might have fallen prostrate at it as a miracle of truly creating something out of nothing. It felt so great, and even though I knew it wasn’t some kind of miracle from God, my heart was filled with grandeur.

Kku-Goo-Goo——-

As if a transparent giant had appeared and crushed it, the ground was immediately compacted, and in the blink of an eye, the rising building frames were precisely vertical. Subsequently, the exterior walls and roof were created, giving the appearance of a splendid two-story mansion.

Hwaaak-

And just as vitality is breathed into objects, the monotonous colors of the materials have become colorful. It was like a scene from a fairy tale.

Mugwort- Suuwook-!

The walls, doors, and floors of each room to fill the inside of the mansion were also made one after another. Also, furniture and ornaments were not missing.

Due to the large scale, it was not produced in an instant, and the building was created at a slightly slower pace. Still, compared to the modern architecture of Earth, it was a ridiculous process.

“Five…”

Watching it reminded me of the console game Sim Bill, which makes a village. In reality, Sylvia must be concentrating on her mana control, conjuring up her structure with her smart brain, but she seemed to be able to create buildings with clicks.

Or, it seemed as if the process of drawing drawings was fast-forwarded by using an architectural program. It was an unrealistic speed.

“Complete!”

“Wow, good job.”

“Yusei must be bored too, but you did a good job watching!”

“No, it was really cool and didn’t take long, so I didn’t get bored.”

“Hehe, my slave is absolutely beautiful.”

‘Kuh-kuh, let’s not talk.’

In the blink of an eye, the house and garden were completed. Although the garden was still plowed, there were no lawns or garden trees.

“Let’s go get the lawn and garden trees!”

Sylvia said while clasping her hands. Me and her took her hand and headed closer to the surrounding vegetation.

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