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Episode 5

It was delicious.

The prize given by the owner was an ecstatic taste that I had never tasted before.

It feels like the meat is dancing in your mouth.

‘Acklin too…’

Naturally, I think of the family separated in hell.

I can’t believe I’m the only one eating this delicious food.

I felt so sorry for Acklin.

At the same time, gratitude to my master bloomed.

He took me out of that horrible place and gave me something so delicious.

How hungry I was,

How sleepy I am,

How cold it was.

All that was missing from the master’s side.

I wasn’t even hungry enough to feel sick to my stomach.

There was no drowsiness that made me feel dizzy.

Worst of all, there was no need to endure the cold while cuddling with Acklin.

This heaven that the Master showed me was so good.

…but

‘Acklin…’

The more I think about it, the more I think of my one and only family.

From the moment I cut off the heavenly law from my heart, you were my only support.

Why was I the only one saved?

Accidents continued, clouding my awareness as a slave.

At the same time, what occurred to Rinne was the expectation of a ‘good owner’.

‘Yes, if it’s the master… he said something like that back then…’

“Are you bored?”

The master’s soft deep voice was heard at that moment.

I was surprised because I felt like my true feelings had been revealed.

“Ah…! No, master.”

“Just be patient. There isn’t much left now.”

Shall I ask you a favor?

If the master treats you so kindly, wouldn’t Acklin also be saved?

“…Um… Master… Ho… Could it be… Acklin at that time…”

But that was a wrong decision.

The master’s expression suddenly hardened, and his soft voice turned cold.

“Quiet.”

I made a mistake.

Is it because the owner has been so good to me?

I forgot my duty as a slave.

“…Ah…”

What do we do?

The owner was angry.

I keep coming up on the subject of slavery…

My body trembled.

I’m afraid I’ll go back to the hungry days again.

I’m afraid I’ll go back to the days when I almost died of sleepiness again.

I’m afraid we’ll go back to the cold days again.

no,

Something more important than that.

I don’t want my master to be disappointed.

This is the first time I have felt warmth other than Acklin.

Even for Acklin, all they could do was rely on each other.

The master who took me in treated me warmly even though he had everything.

I’m afraid.

I don’t want to be hated.

I don’t want to be abandoned by my master.

“…Black…Black…”

The tears used to dry and not come out,

Why is it flowing so sadly?

I barely managed to control my trembling body and bowed my head at my master’s feet.

I couldn’t see the master’s eyes looking down at me,

It must be cold.

I hope my master doesn’t look at me like that.

I like the owner’s warm gaze.

I have to work hard not to lose again.

‘Something that my master would like… Something that I can serve as a slave…’

Suddenly, something from earlier came to mind.

‘You definitely said you were happy…’

Without delay, I took off my master’s indoor shoes.

licking-

It puts its head on the ground and licks the top of its owner’s feet with its tongue.

Clap clap- clap clap-

He carefully lifts the feet of his owner who is sitting and licks them here and there.

…Zwoop

‘As a slave, I serve my master.’

That was the only thing that existed in my head.

Like God, I saved the abandoned sheep and made them know what warmth is.

From birth until now.

I have never felt warmly ‘cared for’ by anyone.

So I hung myself even more.

To that unknown feeling.

and…

‘Now I can’t do it without the master’s heart.’

Now that I realize what it is.

You must do your best to achieve it.

Chuuup- Chuuup-

Clap clap- clap clap-

After serving my master’s feet so diligently,

flinch-

A warm hand was placed on my head.

I just lifted my head slightly and checked.

“…Linne.”

The owner is looking at me and stroking my head.

And in those eyes,

The warmth I had been looking for was there.

***

Chuwup-

‘…Why are you suddenly licking your feet?’

It probably had something to do with my reaction.

I was so embarrassed that I stopped talking and spoke in a command tone.

It would be natural for Rinne, who has a good heart, to be shocked.

‘..Are you trying to let me go because you think I’m angry?’

It wasn’t a normal way to ask for forgiveness, but in Linnaeus’ situation, it was entirely possible.

Somehow I felt desperate for Rinne’s appearance, so I placed my hand on Rinne’s head without realizing it.

Swoosh- Swoosh-

As I stroked Rinne’s soft hair, I felt her head rise slightly.

The eyes reflected behind it are a little watery,

Rinne looked even more pitiful.

I guess I should apologize.

No matter how tightly we must hold on to Linnaeus, being too authoritarian may have the opposite effect.

“Linne..”

There is no answer.

It just serves my feet harder.

“I’m sorry.”

For an instant, Rinne’s mouth stopped speaking.

“But a child named Acklin. Nothing has been decided yet. And it is entirely my heart.”

Although he didn’t finish his sentence, what he meant must have been fully conveyed.

I think I now understand the meaning of massage that Hamung mentioned.

One such slave is enough.

“….Master. I am your slave. If you just treat me the way you want, I will be happy.”

Rinne’s upper body gradually expanded, until he was kneeling in front of me.

“I just need one warm touch from the master.”

He looks like he’s trying to force himself to cry.

click-

Rinne soon put his hand on my waist and started taking off my pants.

Rinne takes off his pants, down to his underwear, folds his clothes and places them on his knees.

“….Linnaeus’ service. Let’s get started.”

Rinne, who calls herself in the third person, burrows between my legs and holds my items carefully.

“Haa…haa…”

Is it the aftermath of crying, or is it because I’m nervous on the inside?

Rinne’s warm breath touches my things.

I could only freeze in bewilderment.

Just thinking about being able to drink the milk collected in Rinne’s chest fills me with happiness.

Are you doing this so suddenly?

Of course, thanks to the education I received when I was young, I know how the affection between men and women communicates.

However, there was nothing like this in that education.

Rinne holds my items carefully and plays with them.

Carefully with both hands.

I was excited to see Rinne like that, combined with the provocative scene I saw earlier during meal time.

“…Ah.”

Rinne, who was looking at my object growing bigger and bigger in front of me, let out a low exclamation.

Gulp-

I could hear the sound of spit flowing.

Rinne, who took his hand away for a moment, touched my grown object more carefully than before.

flinch-

My penis throbbed when Rinne’s hand touched it.

It felt good because it was cold.

After hesitating for a moment, Rinne seemed to have made up his mind and began to stroke his genitals with a more bold hand.

“…Ugh.”

However, I was still clumsy.

It was slightly pricked by a fingernail, and Rinne was embarrassed and used too much force to tighten it.

But it was good.

Rinne carefully knelt below me,

I folded my bottoms and underwear and placed them on my knees,

I loved the sight of him passionately caressing the most precious and sensitive part of his body.

At the same time, it was a bit lacking.

If I do a little more, I think I will be able to do something called ‘assessment’ that I learned during training.

I learned that it feels really good when a man ejaculates.

And although Linnaeus’ service was sincere, it was a little lacking in reaching the situation.

I gently wrapped that small hand and adjusted it so that I could reach the ejaculation.

I use Rinne’s hands to touch the places that I feel feel the best.

“…after..”

It was difficult to bear.

Rinne seemed to be gradually getting the hang of it, and was gradually learning about the pleasant places on my genitals.

Soon, Rinne’s hands wrapped around the base of the penis and stroked it up and down.

“…Do you… like it here? Master?”

Rinne looks up at me while saying that.

A pretty face and behavior that is seriously not worthy of being called a slave.

That feeling of disparity stimulated my sense of ejaculation, and I folded my hands with Rinne’s, who was eagerly moving his hands back and forth.

“Kya?”

At the same time, a white turbid liquid erupts from the genitals.

The liquid that was sprayed out with such force was spraying all over Rinne’s face.

Rinne seemed embarrassed at first, but instead of avoiding it, Rinne took it all in with her face.

My tailbone trembled at the sense of immorality that I was painting a pretty face that I had never seen before, even in social circles, as my own.

Eventually, my situation came to an end.

Rinne gathers both hands neatly to catch the white liquid flowing down from her face so that it does not fall on my clothes.

“Service… Did you feel good, master?”

“…Ah.”

I quickly wiped Rinne’s face with a handkerchief.

Originally, it was not reasonable for a master to personally wipe off dirt on a slave.

It was so good that I didn’t even think about that.

Rinne calmly accepts my touch.

Rinne smiles brightly after processing the evidence of the situation gathered in his hands.

“Thank you for cleaning, master.”

“Okay…”

My object raises my head once again at that sight.

“…I guess you’re not satisfied yet.”

Rinne looked at this intently and began to ‘serve’.

It ended after four more ‘services’.

***

“…sin…sorry master…”

Rinne, who has dressed me again and washed my face, is sitting on the floor next to me.

“… was done. I liked it too.”

I couldn’t finish the remaining work because I was receiving service from Rinne.

I ended up doing unscheduled night shift.

Linnaeus’s apology is an apology for this.

Even though it was meant to make me happy, it seems like he feels guilty.

I thought to myself while looking at Rinne.

also.

No matter how much you think about it, wouldn’t one slave, Linnaeus, be enough?