Chapter 9

Riorem’s gaze lingered on the only piece of flesh he couldn’t put in his mouth.

Her lips were slightly parted.

I ran my fingers over the only flesh he couldn’t bring to his mouth.

I pressed firmly against his saliva-stained lips, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

It was his tongue.

Riorem ejaculated again without jerking off.

His erect cock spat out a stream of cum that soaked the front of his trousers and his shirt and dripped onto the bed.

It happened several more times after that.

It was then that Riorem realised he had no talent for taming slaves.

He had tried, but he hadn’t made much progress.

Of course, ringing Chernea was easier than he thought.

All I had to do was slip my finger inside and suck on her clit.

It was fun to watch her squirm and sag helplessly as her juices flowed down and out.

It felt like confirmation that she was under his control.

But that shallow sense of superiority vanished when Chernea woke up.

Despite being so ugly, Chernea didn’t stir.

Except when I was sucking her cunt, she still wore a blank expression.

Of course, the woman’s emotional range was small, but it was clear that she hadn’t submitted to him.

Yes, submission.

In the last few days, Riorem had become vaguely aware of what he wanted.

He wanted Chernea to submit to him.

He wanted her to submit to him.

Just as his whole life had been.

But Chernea would not submit at all.

No matter how obsessively he tormented her, she remained the same.

If anything, she looked disgruntled.

Yesterday was no different.

‘Again, is this… the end?’

Gasping for breath from the succession of climaxes, Chernea managed to form a perfect sentence.

It was the same reaction to being fingered until she passed out.

At first, I wondered if she was unhappy with her treatment.

I was glad she was.

I’d been rough with her to make sure she was.

But no, something was strangely different.

Something was wrong, so much so that his damned slavishness made him want to relieve her.

So Riorem concentrated on taming Chernea’s body.

He had her as a bedroom slave, after all.

Then I got a glimmer of what I wanted.

Riorem had done everything he could to have Chernea.

Running away from the duchy, living as a mercenary, risking his life for a coin, searching for talent.

But once I got my hands on Chernea, I didn’t know what to do with it.

I’d never thought of anything more than getting her.

But after tearing the sturdy woman to shreds, everything became clear.

Riorem didn’t want to be at Chernea’s whim or mercy.

Rather, he wanted to bend her.

‘So now you will bend to my whims.

Dawn was just breaking.

Riorem stood by the bed and smiled.

On the bed was Chernea.

Her eyes were slightly puffy from crying until dawn.

Riorem’s days were always long.

After a lifetime of getting up early and going to bed late, he was now incapable of sleeping in.

Chernea’s days, on the other hand, always started slowly.

She was mostly used at night.

‘She was never an early riser to begin with.

Riorem scooped Chernea up in his arms.

She didn’t open her eyes as he carried her naked across the room.

All night long.

It was Hin’s fault.

Normally, she would have been awake already.

Riorem made his way to the other side of the bedroom, where the bath was ready.

After checking the water temperature out of habit, Riorem lowered Chernea into the tub.

The fluid spread quickly in the bathwater.

After Chernea’s neck was resting against the tub, Riorem stood up.

He reached for his cock, which was still standing erect.

He thought about jerking off with Chernea as a side dish, but he didn’t need to.

‘Mmm.’

The moment I took the pole in my hand.

A boiling groan escaped from his throat.

At the same time, his glans erupted with pre-cum. It poured over Chernea’s face.

‘Mmmm.’

Chernea furrowed her brow.

Long lashes flutter for a moment.

Golden eyes peeked out from beneath the eyelids.

Before Riorem’s head could take in the sight, another spurt of cum shot out.

Chernea crumpled her forehead.

She must have realised the nature of the sticky liquid that was pouring down my face.

Riorem, who had been watching, spoke with a chuckle.

‘Get up, we’re going outside today.’

Riorem poured clean water over Chernea’s head.

The thick semen washed away.

After a few more repetitions, there was no more fluid.

Riorem pulled out a sponge soaked in soapy water.

His red hair glistened with wetness.

He removed the rock and began to wipe his shoulder, which was still covered in gnash marks.

It wasn’t hard, though it was his first time.

In the first place, cleaning yourself was much easier than washing with water.

‘I guess I won’t have to call a maid.

So far, Teumesia’s chosen maid had washed Chernea.

A capable lieutenant.

Well, Teumesia was good at choosing people.

Of course, it wasn’t that she was trying to hide Chernea from the servants; she just wanted to keep her to herself for a while.

In fact, I had originally planned to wash her myself.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had to wash himself after every ejaculation while still clothed.

I would have done this.

Of course, I don’t know if this woman has any feelings of shame or misery.

She may not see much difference between being attended to by numerous maids and being washed by a man.

But at least, I wanted her to know that she was no longer in a position to change servants at will.

‘I’m sure he’s at least that uncomfortable.’

Chernea said nothing as she finished washing Riorem’s body.

Her irritation was was obvious.

But Riorem didn’t care.

The announcement was unilateral in the first place.

He didn’t need Chernea’s answer.

He was the master now.

From now on, Chernea would not be able to choose her favourite balm or soak in the tub as long as she wanted.

Rinsing off the soapy water, Riorem lifted Chernea out of the tub.

Then, He wrapped her in a large towel from the bedside table.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have even given her a towel.

But the last thing he wanted was to soak the carpet.

He set Chernea down on the sofa.

In front of the couch hung several of Riorem’s clothes.

All of them in the same room where Chernea slept.

The other of the two rooms that connected to the bedroom was a large walk-in closet.

It was probably the room reserved for the castle’s mistress.

Riorem was not yet able to take a wife, so he had bought a few women’s clothes before his departure.

They were all chosen according to his taste.

There was a large selection of clothes in the closet, but Chernea would never see them.

She wouldn’t be allowed to leave her bedroom without Riorem’s permission.

Even if, like today, she does need to go out.

The right to choose Chernea’s clothes now belonged to her master, Riorem, not to her.

Even while she was choosing her outfit for the day, Riorem never asked for her opinion.

Chernea’s opinion.

He would rather listen to Teumesia’s opinion, which was that she should wear a large veil to hide the colour of your hair and eyes.

Lorelem spent a long time going back and forth between her dress and veil.

Chernea, who had been watching, finally spoke up.

‘Are you picking out what I’m going to wear, Riorem?’

Her voice was slightly hoarse, suspicion in her tone.

‘Yes, I am, but do you have any complaints?’

‘Do you really think it’s necessary for you to do such a thing?’

‘Of course not, because now you don’t even have the right to choose the dress.’

As if he didn’t want to hear any more, Riorem turned away.

A moment later.

Riorem pulled out a dress.

Chernea loves colourful designs.

It was a dress Chernea would never have chosen.

Golden eyes studied the dress before me.

The design itself was plain and boring, but it wasn’t boring because of the material.

It was the material of the dress.

The dress was made of two layers of fabric.

The white fabric was sewn with lace woven with similar coloured threads.

Seeing it, Chernea tilted her chin.

‘You’re going to dress me in that?’