He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly - He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly chapter 33

33 – show off

“Greetings again, I’m Ellie Michel, your ‘first’ slave, and only…now you’re.”

I barely leaned back in my chair, stunned, and watched as she sat next to me and introduced herself to Mr. Felter, right in front of me.

“Anyway – now that it’s like this, it’s only natural that we should welcome you into our new family. What’s your name?”

“Pel, Felter, Shenee Felter..”

“Okay, Mr. Felter. That’s not a bad name. How old are you?”

“Ol, I just became an adult this year. I’m 20…”

“…it doesn’t look like it.”

Twenty years old, adult. But she didn’t look like that.

Compared to Ellie, everything seemed so young.

No, it’s okay to be young in the first place.

Ellie is 25 years old, I… 23 years old.

However, the fact is so unbelievable, to the extent that I want to believe that the difference of only two years is not true,

She was cunning, clever, strong, and beautiful.

Comparing me and Ms. Felter with her, we feel like we can’t even reach her toes.

“Jung, really! Here, my ID – “

“You don’t have to prove it to me.”

The ID, which Mr. Felter had taken out of his bosom and handed to her with both hands, had been pushed back.

“You’re not my slave, are you? Another slave of my master.”

It’s forced.

It’s a huge nonsense.

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Right away, even I couldn’t confidently say that I was her owner anymore.

I could tell just by the fact that she was sitting there calmly like this right now and pressing down on the two of them with a single glance.

Even if I were nominally her master, that one damn sentence I put in made me like her slave.

Even now, as if an invisible leash was hanging around my neck right now, I was still trembling quietly in my seat, frightened.

It was scary. It was so scary. Even so, I resented me for not rejecting her.

Still she felt boundless affection at my touch.

When I lightly kissed her on the neck, she hugged me and whispered in my ear that she loved me over and over again.

When she couldn’t stand the overwhelming warmth and the hot, burning tears flowed down, she licked them with her tongue and kissed them.

I’m already tied to her.

To the point that I couldn’t do anything anymore, I was so wrapped up in her.

By the time I realized that, it was like I had already put the leash on myself and gave her the key.

And she put the key where no one could find it.

Yes, I watched her swallow the key right in front of my eyes.

And he looked at it with a happy smile.

Even though that made me so angry, I just couldn’t help my body reflexively rejoicing at the love she gave me.

“Don’t do that, Master, I’m not here to scold anyone.”

I was startled, and my body trembled.

My chin was lightly gripped and settled into her mouth.

Then, once again, my ears were blocked.

A terrible gurgling sound ran through my mouth and shook my brain.

shook it wildly mixed it up

Like a body with a cold, painful but enough to give the body just the right amount of pleasure, tired but just as languid,

I’m so used to this exhaustion that I feel every time her tongue traverses my mouth,

Her arms and hands that naturally approach her when she collapses, unable to control herself.

Those red eyes that showed her determination not to let go of my eyes even as we kissed, to the depths of me.

I was so afraid.

And, I loved it so much.

Am I worshiping her?

Like a feeling of awe at the fact that an irresistible force, something incomprehensible, is helping me,

I can’t fathom the depth of her love, even though it’s scary,

As if soaking in a hot spring where you can breathe, I was engulfed in endless warmth.

Even if I try to stir my arms up somehow, I lose my strength and keep getting sucked into the bottom…

“Beee…”

A long, soggy thread stretches away from me.

She carefully picks it up with her hands, puts it in her mouth and swallows it in front of me and others.

Why, why do you feel pleasure, why do you feel joy in it?

It is clear that it is unbearably disgraceful, but why am I happy about it?

***

“…This, I think I’ve shown the relationship between me and the master well, Mr. Felter. I’m well aware of what the master brought you here for.”

I am, I am afraid.

She ate the master right in front of me.

It’s not just a kiss, it’s not just an expression of affection…

That’s what eats people.

It was as if she was showing off her candy, as if she was sucking on candy and putting it back in the bin because she regretted it.

The only difference is that the candy doesn’t melt, and even the candy feels like it wants her to do it, right?

And that candy is the owner.

I still can’t figure out what I saw with my young brain.

Is this what it means to be an adult?

Is this what adult love is like?

It’s so different from the shady, simple, low-quality things I’ve seen in back alleys.

Even my parents didn’t show me this sight.

I thought that what I had seen showed me the bottom of the abyss,

Did I keep falling?

When the master’s tongue and her tongue intertwined, she did not give me a single glance.

With her eyes gently open, she just gazed at her master as if she was lovable.

As if she was running away from her, she kept trying to fall back, lightly supporting her slanted body with her hands –

It’s like sucking the marrow of well-roasted meat…

And that wasn’t all.

What the hell was the pleasure she gave, so that the master struggled and shed tears like that?

It wasn’t that I hated it, it was simply that I struggled because I couldn’t handle it.

Did you say that overwhelming pleasure becomes pain?

Now, with a kiss, Master felt it.

…Can I bear her without fear?

The reason why Master brought me, even though I knew very well, even though I understood so well,

can i do that?

It can’t… I can’t.

“I-I…”

“Don’t say you can’t do it. You know how much money it cost you.”

Forty gold coins, money my parents would never touch properly in their lifetime.

that’s my worth

But Ellie… I don’t know.

Someone who is so beautiful, yet powerful, and possesses a deadly charm must be several times more expensive than me.

That kind of person is talking about my value.

And it’s so logical that I end up nodding my head.

“Money is very, very important… Of course, compared to love, it becomes precious garbage. It was my master who taught me that. He is so lovely, charming, and I feel like I won’t get tired of holding him for the rest of my life…”

“Ahhhhh?!”

I closed my mouth slightly and breathed softly near the master’s ear, and the master closed his eyes and twisted his body.

The sight was so terrifying that I closed my eyes tightly.

“No, look straight ahead.”

But her cold voice pulls me back into brutal reality.

“You’ll have to do your part. If I don’t do what Master asked me to do, I – of course I’ll tell Master.”

“Puch,” she said with a delighted smile.

It’s like the sneer of a predator who corners its prey and is so proud…

“You’re not worth it, so let go.”

“Let go…?”

“If you were exiled as a slave, the things that would happen to you would be so terrible, right? I don’t want that. It’s not that I can’t relate to you. He must have lived a life that was worse than that of a wild dog.”

Grabbing the master’s chin as he twisted and trembled, she lightly pursed her lips.

“Do you know how sweet these lips are? Do you know what a warm, soft, sweet voice flows from these mouths?”

I know the master is kind, and I understand that.

But she was worshiping it.

Like a religious fanatic who devotes his whole life to it, she was worshiping her companion.

They value it so much that they want to lock it up in their room.

I’m, I’m with her –

“You won’t understand. I’m not in the mood to make you understand.”

That you are this man’s only companion, mate, wife, lover, family, breeding partner,

It’s just an audience to brag about.

To my master, I was the last exit,

For her, I… just…