Chapter 35: Operation (3)

First experiences are always nerve-wracking.

The first time I wore chains, the first time I met my master, the first time I saw a slave contract exchanged before my eyes. The first time I met friends. The first time I parted ways with friends.

The moment I realized I could do nothing, even though I had been unjustly enslaved.

Firsts always remained as intense memories for me. Because turning points in life aren’t easily forgotten. When you continuously endure shocking first experiences, people tend to get twisted. Every moment that could be called a ‘first’ coalesced to give birth to the human that is me.

An idiot tangled with victimhood and rage.

What kind of person was Sylvia before she met me?

“Hello.”

A person doodling doesn’t care about the texture of the drawing paper. They just need a clean, clear sheet of paper to leave their mark on.

In that glorious moment of meeting, I bowed my head with a friendly smile mixed with useless thoughts. Sylvia looked at me with a bewildered expression, then took a step back with a hint of fear. Sophia wrapped her arm around Sylvia’s waist and naturally pushed her back into the room.

Sylvia, a closeted mage from birth, couldn’t overcome Sophia’s strength. She was merely swept into the room helplessly, like a pebble washed away by the tide. Though she hadn’t done anything, Sylvia’s cheeks were flushed a crimson color, matching the room’s ambiance.

“Um… I’m sorry, but could you possibly…”

She asked me to introduce myself. It wasn’t me, but Sophia who answered her question.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“Y-your boyfriend? But this person…”

Sylvia remembered the very first time we met. We had met in Alice’s room then, and Alice had introduced me as her servant.

But such a fleeting moment isn’t called a meeting. Only now, at this moment where we could meet each other’s eyes and converse, could we truly say we had met.

“Yeah. Alice’s servant. I heard you’d seen each other before. But you don’t know his name, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Even after hearing that I was Sophia’s boyfriend, Sylvia just gave me a doubtful look. I continued to sit with a demure posture, smiling. Her tendency to shy away from men was evident in her gestures and body language, refusing to step onto the carpet.

Sophia said.

“Come in. It’s okay. Even though he’s my boyfriend, he’d die if I told him to. Hey. Kneel down.”

“Yes.”

I followed Sophia’s words exactly. Seeing me actually kneel and be so obedient, Sylvia looked a little relieved. Just like a fierce dog feels safer when leashed, anxiety about men decreases when shown means of control.

Sophia raised her index finger and said.

“This is a secret from Alice, okay? Alice hates me so much. She might get angry if she finds out I’m messing around with her servant.”

“Ah, yeah. I understand.”

Sylvia was a good girl. She would keep the secret about the clandestine special training happening here. Sophia spoke to me again.

“Step aside.”

“Yes.”

I went and stood in the corner as Sophia instructed, and Sophia took Sylvia’s hand and led her to the bed. Sylvia realized that the red blanket and crimson lighting created a very lewd and decadent atmosphere, and blushed.

“B-but why is this person here?”

Sophia smiled at Sylvia’s question. Then, lightly touching Sylvia’s chest, she said.

“I brought him here specially to help our Sylvia gain some experience.”

“E-experience?”

“Yeah. I can’t just bring some weird guy here and have you do this and that with him, right? You wouldn’t like guys like that either. And I don’t want to entrust my precious friend, Sylvia, to someone strange.”

“Ah, b-but…”

Sylvia fidgeted with her fingers, constantly glancing towards me. Sophia said to me.

“Hey, crawl on all fours.”

“Yes.”

I started crawling on all fours as per Sophia’s command. Sophia looked at Sylvia with an even more excited expression and said.

“See? I have him completely under control. He’d do anything I say, so there won’t be any weird accidents. He’ll only do as I tell him.”

Sylvia watched me crawling around with curiosity. A glimmer of pity flashed briefly before fading. Sophia said.

“You want to gain experience, right? So you should support your boyfriend. There won’t be another chance like this, don’t you really hate it? Huh? We even found someone to help?”

“Ah, w-well then…”

Sylvia’s gaze wavered. I naturally brushed myself off and stood up, and Sophia grinned while grabbing Sylvia’s chest.

“Ah…”

“So, you’ll do it, right? Huh? It’s for your boyfriend. You have to practice. Practice.”

“Ah, okay… Practice… I’ll try.”

Sylvia said that, lowering her head. We made eye contact and then gave each other a thumbs-up.

“Wow…”

I was now sitting on the bed with my pants off. Sylvia’s eyes were wide open as she looked at my stiffly erect cock. Sophia sat beside me, tapping my cock, and I didn’t know where to look, so I stared elsewhere. Because I felt it would be really awkward to make eye contact with Sylvia.

I was a teaching aid right now. A teaching aid with no thoughts, just observing everything.

“Oh, it’s really big… Oh, Orland’s must be bigger, right?”

Sophia gave a meaningful smile. I had to grit my teeth to hold back my laughter. When comparing sizes, Orland was slightly smaller than me. Sylvia was more focused on the movement of my engorged cock than on our faint smiles.

“Touch it.”

Sophia said, gently pushing my cock forward. Sylvia exclaimed in surprise, shaking her head.

“N-no…”

“You need to get used to it.”

“Ah…”

Her timid resistance crumbled at Sophia’s single suggestion. She had to get used to it. Rubbing my cock for her boyfriend, Orland. How delightful it was to witness this contradictory farce unfold before my eyes.

Her fingers were slender, without a single callus as if she had never done any hard work. Her nails were neatly trimmed, and her hands smelled pleasant. Sylvia’s hand hesitated, stroking my cock, then grasping it as if gathering flower petals.

“And like this.”

Then Sophia took her wrist and began to move it up and down meticulously. The silhouette of my cock and the moving hand was clearly reflected in Sylvia’s golden eyes.

“You move it like this. You can’t grip too tightly, nor can you relax your grip. At the right moment, you apply pressure like this…”

Sophia changed her grip mid-sentence, applying slight pressure to my cock. When I flinched, Sylvia startled and trembled. A tense, precarious feeling, like communicating with a cute wild animal, flowed between us.

“There, there. Don’t be so scared. Men aren’t that dangerous an animal. They’re very, very weak beings that you can devour anytime you want.”

She said that while continuing to guide Sylvia’s hand. Was the top student of the magic department this quick a learner in this area too? The hand that had been moving clumsily, like mopping a floor, soon began caressing me with smooth, clean movements. Sophia whispered softly, watching the back-and-forth motion that wasn’t quite satisfying but wasn’t awkward either.

“She’s better than you.”

“You’re just a genius in theory.”

“That’s mean.”

Sophia pouted. Hearing us talk, Sylvia lifted her head and asked.

“Huh? D-did I do something?”

“N-no. You’re doing great. Just keep going like this. How is it? Does it feel good?”

“Yes…”

I nodded. More than Sylvia’s technique, the very situation of her giving me head for her boyfriend drove me wild with excitement. The way her pretty lips panted and her breasts swayed felt incredibly erotic.

It wasn’t just technique that excited a man. Men get excited by the situation, too. Her predicament and awkward hand movements heightened my sensitivity just as much as a skilled technique would. As I panted heavily, showing my pleasure, Sylvia shrank back and said.

“Ah, um… What comes out of here…”

“It’s okay. Just keep moving.”

Pre-cum flowed out, soaking my cock. Her hand, which had been sliding down my cock, sped up, covering the slippery sensation.

“It’s like… lubricant.”

Sylvia muttered that and began moving faster. Sophia held me tightly around the waist and said to her.

“You’re doing great. Really…”

I let out soft moans and trembled. Then, to signal that I was about to cum, I poked Sophia’s butt with my finger. Sophia nodded and said to Sylvia.

“I think he’s about to cum. What should we do?”

“Huh? W-what do you mean, cum?”

Sylvia asked with a confused expression. Sophia giggled and reassured the anxious Sylvia.

“It’s okay. Really. Put your palm in front of it and move it faster.”

“P-put my palm on it? Like this?”

She stretched my cock slightly, like placing a hand on a water dispenser, and offered her palm. At the same time, I spurted out the cum I had been holding back.

“Kyaa…!”

Sylvia startled and trembled, but didn’t pull back. My body went limp, and weakness took over me for a moment. Sylvia looked at the cum filling her palm, unsure of what to do.

“W-what is this? W-what do I do with it?”

“It’s what men release when they feel good. Sylvia. You’ve got talent. Making a man cum that much already.”

At Sophia’s words, Sylvia made a strange expression and gestured towards the cum again.

“You’ll be doing even more later. For now, just throw that away.”

“Ah, okay.”

The first handjob. Sylvia panted heavily, wiping her hands. The mention of doing even more later made her heart race.

This was how we planned to slowly color her.

Like coloring a drawing paper.