22.5 Token of Reconciliation

    After the debauched, lewd adult play that nearly drove me insane reached its conclusion,

    Jane and I moved from the sweaty, smelly room to the bathroom.

    -Splashhh

    Under the showerhead that spontaneously reminded me of my past life,

    Jane subtly wrapped her arms around my waist as I stood trembling on unsteady legs.

    As if it were the most natural thing, she tried to satisfy the desires that remained unfulfilled from our earlier activities.

    “Ahhh!”

    But I, the actual person involved, ended up smacking Jane’s hand away.

    “Why? Don’t like it?”

    My Master growled like a lion that had just caught its prey.

    The vibration nearly made me collapse, but I desperately clung to my rationality.

    “Seriously, stop. I think… this much is enough.”

    “Hmm, but Lily’s other side seems to think differently.”

    “Ahhn♡”

    Jane’s fingers brushing against my vulva nearly made me topple over again.

    But I shut my mouth when she showed me the sticky evidence of my arousal.

    The fierce stream of water from the shower had long since washed away the fluids and sweat from our earlier activities.

    So what was this liquid dripping between Jane’s fingers?

    What else could it be but proof that my lewd body had gone into heat again?

    “Lily?”

    Jane called my name as she peeled away the hair stuck to my cheek after washing her hands.

    Without realizing it, my lips moved toward her palm.

    “How should I interpret this?”

    “…I don’t know.”

    “Then I’ll take it however I want.”

    “Do whatever you-“

    Before my complaint could finish, soft lips sealed my mouth.

    The hot flesh that invaded next completely wiped away what little reason I had left.

    In the end, we couldn’t leave the bathroom for quite some time.

    I experienced firsthand what dehydration felt like in that waterlogged bathroom,

    while Jane’s already pale, smooth skin took on an oddly glossy sheen.

    ***

    “Seriously, stop! Stop now! If we keep going, I’ll really die!”

    I pushed Jane away with my whole body as she clung to me again.

    After briefly passing out and coming to, she’d already been trying to grope my butt while I was unconscious.

    Why is she so obsessed with my backside? Seriously.

    Honestly, if I only considered my desires, I wanted to tangle with her just as much after all this time keeping my distance.

    But my heart couldn’t take it.

    The fear that it might actually stop beating any second loomed terrifyingly close.

    “Fine. I won’t touch you anymore today.”

    Perhaps realizing she’d gone too far, my Master obediently pulled away from me.

    Though obvious disappointment dripped from her dark eyes.

    After that, relatively wholesome time passed.

    My Master washed every nook and cranny of my exhausted body.

    After thoroughly drying me off, she wrapped me in a towel and carried me out of the bathroom.

    We returned to my bedroom.

    “Hmm.”

    “Ugh.”

    Fluids splattered everywhere.

    The drenched sheets and blankets.

    And the obscene smell that made my cheeks burn automatically.

    “Let’s air it out first- no, Lily just sit down.”

    “I’ll clean it up later…”

    “No need, magic will handle it in no time.”

    Jane sat me on the miraculously intact chair that survived the carnage.

    Majestic magical power immediately began coalescing around her.

    “Whoa.”

    The passionate transformation resembled a before-and-after commercial for cleaning products.

    Even the dust I’d lazily shoved under the bed was completely gone.

    -Clap clap clap

    I cheered with seal-like applause at Jane’s magical show.

    She bundled all the dust and filth into a clump and tossed it outside.

    “Can’t you clean like this every day? It’d make life so much easier for me and Marie.”

    “I’m still an Archmage, you know.”

    Jane pouted ever so slightly at my request.

    The childish expression suited her age, making me giggle.

    “Ugh, I’m sleepy. But the sun’s not even down yet.”

    I lazily climbed onto the now-clean bed.

    Crawling on all fours to claim the center spot.

    “Going to sleep?”

    “If I sleep now, I won’t wake up…”

    My eyes kept drooping shut.

    My entire body felt limp like waterlogged cotton.

    Then Jane sat by my pillow and called my name.

    “Lily.”

    “Yeees?”

    “Take this.”

    “Huh?”

    Forcing my eyes open, I saw a familiar box enter my vision.

    The one Jane had brought earlier.

    Come to think of it, I still hadn’t seen what was inside.

    Wait, should I check?

    “A toy? Again?”

    Already frightened, I jolted upright with a yelp.

    Seeing my violent reaction, my Master smiled wryly and slowly shook her head.

    “No, not a toy. This is a gift I prepared for you.”

    An unexpected statement.

    My mind filled with question marks.

    Right before our intense play session, Jane had said:

    ‘What kind of toy would you like?’

    “Then, what you said earlier…”

    “Hmm? Oh, that?”

    Jane answered my question nonchalantly.

    Her original plan was to play in the room before naturally taking me to the basement.

    Rather than bringing just a few toys, she wanted to use plenty comfortably in the lab…

    “Uwaah…”

    Terrifying.

    How can she casually tell me such horrifying plans?

    My body trembled uncontrollably despite my will.

    Whether I was terrified or not, my Master remained completely unperturbed.

    She opened the box she was holding and showed me its contents.

    “Huh?”

    Four neatly arranged silver rings.

    Three had yellow gemstones embedded in them, while the remaining one had a black gemstone.

    “This is a token of reconciliation. Remember when the inhibitor broke at the trading company? I made a new one.”

    “Ah, right.”

    At the Queen’s request, Jane had conducted experiments on milk production.

    Naturally, I assisted her with my body, and as a minor side effect, I began lactating.

    But with milk leaking at random times, how could my clothes stay intact?

    Jane had made a “breast milk flow inhibitor” for me to wear on my nipples.

    “Is it still coming out now?”

    “After someone sucked so hard earlier, nothing’s coming out now.”

    My Master hadn’t just watched idly as milk leaked during our intense play session.

    Thanks to that, my milk ducts were now completely empty.

    “Let me put them on for you.”

    “Ah.”

    Jane casually removed the towel wrapped around me.

    With practiced hands, she fastened the rings around my nipples.

    “Does it feel uncomfortable?”

    “Nope…”

    The self-adjusting rings snugly wrapped around my small nipples without pain.

    The combination of silver rings and nipples was far more obscene than I’d imagined.

    “Ugh.”

    My cheeks burned hot.

    After staring at my chest for a moment, Jane reminisced.

    “Brings back memories. Lily’s nipples used to be inverted.”

    “That treatment was seriously painful.”

    The structure made them prone to inflammation, so treatment was unavoidable.

    The problem was that the process made them even more sensitive than before.

    “Sigh.”

    I patted my flat chest and sighed.

    Then I suddenly noticed something odd.

    “Huh? There’s still one ring left. Is it a spare?”

    Since the last one broke, maybe she made extras?

    My question was refuted by Jane’s meaningful smile.

    “No? That one’s for somewhere else.”

    “Put it on? A ring?”

    My Master picked up the remaining ring and approached.

    Then pushed my shoulders down onto the bed.

    “M-Master? Kyah!”

    Her rough touch forced my legs wide apart.

    Wait, you promised to stop today!

    I’m not even wearing panties yet!

    “Hyaaahn♡”

    “There, all done.”

    The sensation of her touching my still-swollen clitoris made me squeeze my eyes shut.

    But contrary to my fears, Jane pulled away immediately.

    “Huh? Wha? Wh-what is this?!”

    I hurriedly checked my lower half and gasped in shock.

    “Does it hurt?”

    “Wh-what is this?”

    My extremely sensitive clitoris is normally covered by skin.

    Plus, it’s mostly hidden by plump labia, barely exposed.

    But with a ring now attached near its base, the situation changed completely.

    “I-it won’t come off. Ugh, ah.”

    Panicking, I desperately tried to remove it.

    But instead of coming off, the stimulation just felt good.

    “Ah, wait.”

    A dreadful realization suddenly hit me.

    I remembered there was still one ring left in the box.

    Then my Master asked me with a crooked smile:

    “Lily, looking for this?”

    The black gemstone ring rolling between her pale fingers.

    As I stared blankly, my Master whispered:

    “This one’s mine.”

    With a trembling voice, I asked Jane:

    “Y-you’re joking. Right?”

    “About what?”

    “That ring controls the others or something…”

    “Correct. As expected of Lily.”

    I closed my eyes.

    My Master happily explained:

    “I can make the rings you’re wearing vibrate intensely or deliver a sharp electric shock.”

    “Th-that’s…”

    I could feel the blood draining from my face.

    Massaging my throbbing temples, I groaned.

    After watching me for a moment, Jane slowly approached and asked:

    “Don’t like it? Should I remove them?”

    Her voice carried a hint of gloom.

    Without thinking, I checked her expression.

    She looked genuinely disappointed.

    “Of course- hmm.”

    I meant to say “take them off.”

    But the words wouldn’t come out.

    “No…”

    I shouldn’t hesitate.

    “Really? You really want them off?”

    “Sigh…”

    Covering my face with both hands, I finally let out a deep sigh.

    Then I daringly motioned to Jane.

    Reluctantly, she placed the ring in my palm.

    “Tch.”

    “Don’t click your tongue.”

    The ring was warm from my Master’s body heat.

    After feeling its smooth surface briefly, I pulled Jane’s hand toward me.

    “Ah.”

    Why am I shaking so much?

    Slowly but surely.

    I slid the ring-no, the wedding band-onto Jane Bathory’s finger.

    Even if she made it herself, the sentiment matters most.

    “Lily…”

    Jane murmured my name softly while gazing at the ring on her left ring finger.

    Using the back of my hand to cool my burning cheeks, I made a request:

    “D-don’t use it just anywhere, okay?”

    Then I was at a loss for words.

    “Ah…”

    Jane’s radiant smile.

    Like a field of flowers blooming all at once.

    It was almost blinding.

    But I couldn’t look away from Jane.

    ***

    My Master never answered my request not to use the rings indiscriminately.

    Dammit.


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