Chapter 59
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The girl bit her lip in anger: she had no choice, she'd have to humiliate herself in any case... She knelt awkwardly - no wonder, she'd never had to stand in that mortifying position before. For some time she was silent, never taking her eyes off the floor, hesitant, and then, swallowing with difficulty all her immense pride, the daughter of the former patriarch and granddaughter of the powerful grandfather said, with a tremble in her voice:
«Your docile slave welcomes you, master…»
Juno was dying of disgust, she was retching at the thought that she, a noble lady, had recognized the slave as her master, how unthinkable, simply impossible... But even that turn of events was much better than being rаped, and what is more, in that place. She really hoped that he'd keep his word; otherwise everything would be over for her.
As for Kyon, he couldn't get enough of the pitiful, angry look of the finally surrendered girl. He'd dreamed that the bitch would kneel before him like that for so long, that she would be humiliated and crushed by him. Of course, he wasn't going to break his promise, not at least on account of the principle that his pledge was indestructible but because he knew if he raped her, the girl would break like a doll. His secret would soon be uncovered.
The guy was sitting on the bed in a relaxed position with his legs spread wide apart. He imperatively put his hand on the smooth cheek of the pale girl as if she were his own little doll for a wide variety of pleasures, tucked her tangled hair behind the ear, which sent cold shivers down her spine, and ordered in a pretentious tone:
«In that case, my slave, give me a foot massage!» – In that phrase, there was no direct order to the formation, he seemed to encourage her voluntary compliance with his command. She had to get used to obeying on her own not under the lash of the formation.
«B-but ...»
Kyon lay down on the bed, the stench of his feet in black socks was nothing like the scent of wildflowers, he lazily put them down on the floor.
«Come on, you'd better get started. I don't like to be kept waiting.»
Another fit of rage made Juno feel like she had the wind knocked out of her. The sight of the slave's dirty and reeking feet was sickening. She turned away, unable to even look at them, closed her eyes, grabbed his foot with disgust, pulled off the first stinky sock, then the second... In addition to the agony in her soul, her whole body ached from the recent beating. Her existence turned into purgatory; such a nightmare simply couldn't happen in reality.
(author's comment: purgatory, hell, devil, deuce, angel, "oh my god!", etc. phrases in this world do not mean the existence the Christian religion and its influence on the culture and local language; they are just words with a similar meaning, having a different history/nature of origin).
First Kyon felt cold in his bare feet and a little later the awkward and reluctant touches of smooth hands. Such unusual, but undoubtedly pleasant sensations made the guy purr in pleasure. Finally, everything had fallen into its rightful place.
The guy was lying on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, relaxed, and the former mistress was reluctantly massaging his feet. Kyon had been dreaming of that moment since the first meeting with the demoness, and now his dream had come true. The hell was over.
Juno almost choked with indignation and foul odor. She had to massage the slave's sweaty, nasty, bare feet, and he, a piece of shit, was getting off on that, it was written on his face! No, she couldn't accept that. It was just unthinkable! Only the thought that in the end, he would die in cruel tortures at the hands of her grandfather, gave her hope and comforted her. She had to endure until then... She had to follow his instructions. Well, it couldn't be helped, but revenge wasn't going to be long in coming, the slave would regret what he'd done, but for now, she had to render a service which was below her dignity.
Kyon got unwittingly aroused, a prominent bulge was forming in his pants. The awkward, but most gentle hands of the former mistress crawled between his toes, massaged carefully and ineptly, and he could feel with his skin the wavy breath of his slave.
He had a clear stance on the age of consent. If the girl got her first period, then nature had given her the go-ahead, her body was ready. And all sorts of human traditions, stereotypes, laws, and beliefs, based on the vague past, loud slobbering words or a stroke on the document - he was not interested in all that. Many planets and peoples in his world followed that principle because nature is always right.
About ten minutes passed. The girl had already massaged each foot three times. From time to time, she gave a quiet grunt: either from resentment and indignation or from a nasty smell and humiliation.
«Please, may I stop?» – She whispered again and again.
This time Kyon deigned to reply:
«I can't hear your respectful tones.»
«Please, sir, may I stop massaging your smelly... Oh, forgive me... your beautiful feet with unearthly fragrance?» – Whispered the girl respectfully and not without subtle mockery.
Kyon chuckled softly, pinched her nose lightly with his toes as a sign of revenge for the teasing and said peacefully:
«Alright, let's call it today.»
The girl, constantly shaking from disgust, crawled away, took out from somewhere a perfumed handkerchief and immediately began to rub her little nose with frenzy.
Kyun couldn't keep his chuckle, cracked his fingers firmly, and then said imperiously:
«Well, now I order you to lay out all your stuff. Let's see what you've got for me.»
Juno touched her emerald earring, with bitterness in her heart, a black film formed on her hand, she blew out of it a huge bubble, resembling a soapy one but black as a mole hole. When it burst, in its place appeared a big handful of her precious things.
Kyon was amazed by the idea that spatial pockets in that world didn't require high technology, and spatial magicians could create them by applying remarkable efforts and concentration. In fact, spatial things do not tear matter at all (there is not enough energy for that), they simply act as a hook-beacon that keeps as a kite a small space between the physical and spiritual world. And when you need to take/put something, the black bubble simply swaps a small area inside and outside the ring. For example, if a sword were shrouded in the dark bubble, it would be inside when the bubble burst.
Another unique feature of such things was the fact that inside the pocket, or rather in the space between the worlds, there is a singularity in which time moves billions of times slower than usual, that is, almost stopped; therefore it is convenient to store precooked or perishable products inside. It is impossible to place souls, other spatial objects, and something unstable, like a flying stone. However, spatial things also have several specific flaws, which Kyon was unaware of yet.
The pile of Juno's treasures was on the floor: spheres, dull stones with formations inside, medicine, a transparent, round shield as if made of glass, a beautiful token shimmering with colors of a diamond, elegant lingerie, a box of cake, water. And it was also clearly visible that the girl clenched her fists with indignation as she had to show her personal belongings to some trash.
As soon as the boy's keen gaze fell on the most intimate part of that list, the girl quickly grabbed her underwear, obviously made of high-quality fabric by professional tailors, and then warned him with a very eloquent snort and a gaze offering nothing good that he shouldn't think about ... whatever he was thinking there!
Kyon rolled his eyes as if to say "what's the big deal?" - he is not Jean, after all, and examined the rest of the things. He came across a black stick with dried blood on it. When the guy grabbed it, his mind instantly flooded with pure rage - it was the very piece of wood which the little bitch had almost killed him with. She'd deceived him and then with a sudden attack destroyed all his expectations. It's hard to imagine a deed more mean than that. She isn't a human being but a demon, he will take revenge on her so hard that she will beg for mercy.
Juno shuddered and like a frightened puppy involuntarily backed up, watching the slave stare at the black stick, a scowl on his face. As soon as he slowly turned his heavy, gloomy look on her, she made an eager cry:
«Please, don't beat me…» - If Juno had known she couldn't have avoided her fate today, she wouldn't have set up that scene at the hot spring for her own pleasure. Now she was endlessly sorry for her actions, for the first time she was so sorry for something. But she would have gladly turned back the time to finish off the guy once and for all.
Kyon gently poked his stick into the solar plexus of the pale girl, laughed merrily, but put the murder weapon aside. He'd already said she was done for the day.
Juno gasped for breath. She had the impression that the slave was really crazy. He either hits her with a clear desire to kill or humiliates her... It isn't clear what to expect from him. She'd better try to get through the day, staying quiet, and then she will have the chance to make things right.
Kyon picked up the token that shimmered with a wide range of colors. The coat of arms of the Stones was engraved on it. He asked Juno at once what was that pretty thing for. It turned out that each family member was given a token symbolizing their rank in the hierarchy. For example, the 7th rank was given an unnoticeable, almost offensive by the fact of its existence gray emblem, while the 1st rank was given an iridescent magnificent diamond token attracting the attention of others. If necessary, the rank tokens could be put on the chest, and everyone around them understood instantly who they were dealing with, without any verbal clarification or verification of the formation.
Then Kyon took the ointment of the highest quality among the pile of things and casually threw it to the girl.
«I order you to use it for intended purpose right here and now.»
Juno's hands automatically caught the ointment, she slowly began to take off her nightie to apply the remedy to the damaged areas, and only then it dawned on her that the guy hadn't only turned away but was also blatantly staring at her.
«Please, turn away…» – she was barely audible, there was pity in her voice.
But Kyon did not listen to her. The guy took the tube of ointment, put a little of it on his finger, and went to the girl with intent to touch her snow-white elegant back in places that she could not reach.
«N-o-o! Аа-а-а-аh…» – She shuddered from a sudden touch and moaned in pain which the injured places were giving her.
Damn gentle skin... Like velvet of the highest quality! And those quiet sobs were just amazing. He even wanted to pinch her, but... Again, that was it for today. The fragile body of the young lady was unlikely to recover in a day or two, even with the high-quality ointment, but since there were no internal injuries, there was nothing to worry about.
«P-please… I… myself…» – The girl quietly repeated for the third time.
«Shut up! Are you done with whining yet? The sooner you learn to serve me, the sooner it will start to give you pleasure. I am sure that you will soon develop a taste to it and the smell of my feet will be a real reward for you. Perhaps I will even let you proceed with the massage a little higher... If you deserve it, of course.»
The girl was speechless, in her head was a continuous mess of all sorts of thoughts. The only thing she understood for sure was that every word she said out loud came around to her with humiliation and resentment as if reminding her how powerless she was.
As soon as the ointment was over and the effect of the order expired, the girl bounced off aside, put on her nightie at once and, clenching her fists furiously, gave the slave a menacing sullen look.
«You will pay for this…»
Kyon shrugged carelessly.
«I always pay my bills. Frankly, I owe you a lot, and it's not cookies. Because those who try to take my life, and more than once, plummet into the fucking red.»
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The girl bit her lip in anger: she had no choice, she'd have to humiliate herself in any case... She knelt awkwardly - no wonder, she'd never had to stand in that mortifying position before. For some time she was silent, never taking her eyes off the floor, hesitant, and then, swallowing with difficulty all her immense pride, the daughter of the former patriarch and granddaughter of the powerful grandfather said, with a tremble in her voice:
«Your docile slave welcomes you, master…»
Juno was dying of disgust, she was retching at the thought that she, a noble lady, had recognized the slave as her master, how unthinkable, simply impossible... But even that turn of events was much better than being rаped, and what is more, in that place. She really hoped that he'd keep his word; otherwise everything would be over for her.
As for Kyon, he couldn't get enough of the pitiful, angry look of the finally surrendered girl. He'd dreamed that the bitch would kneel before him like that for so long, that she would be humiliated and crushed by him. Of course, he wasn't going to break his promise, not at least on account of the principle that his pledge was indestructible but because he knew if he raped her, the girl would break like a doll. His secret would soon be uncovered.
The guy was sitting on the bed in a relaxed position with his legs spread wide apart. He imperatively put his hand on the smooth cheek of the pale girl as if she were his own little doll for a wide variety of pleasures, tucked her tangled hair behind the ear, which sent cold shivers down her spine, and ordered in a pretentious tone:
«In that case, my slave, give me a foot massage!» – In that phrase, there was no direct order to the formation, he seemed to encourage her voluntary compliance with his command. She had to get used to obeying on her own not under the lash of the formation.
«B-but ...»
Kyon lay down on the bed, the stench of his feet in black socks was nothing like the scent of wildflowers, he lazily put them down on the floor.
«Come on, you'd better get started. I don't like to be kept waiting.»
Another fit of rage made Juno feel like she had the wind knocked out of her. The sight of the slave's dirty and reeking feet was sickening. She turned away, unable to even look at them, closed her eyes, grabbed his foot with disgust, pulled off the first stinky sock, then the second... In addition to the agony in her soul, her whole body ached from the recent beating. Her existence turned into purgatory; such a nightmare simply couldn't happen in reality.
(author's comment: purgatory, hell, devil, deuce, angel, "oh my god!", etc. phrases in this world do not mean the existence the Christian religion and its influence on the culture and local language; they are just words with a similar meaning, having a different history/nature of origin).
First Kyon felt cold in his bare feet and a little later the awkward and reluctant touches of smooth hands. Such unusual, but undoubtedly pleasant sensations made the guy purr in pleasure. Finally, everything had fallen into its rightful place.
The guy was lying on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, relaxed, and the former mistress was reluctantly massaging his feet. Kyon had been dreaming of that moment since the first meeting with the demoness, and now his dream had come true. The hell was over.
Juno almost choked with indignation and foul odor. She had to massage the slave's sweaty, nasty, bare feet, and he, a piece of shit, was getting off on that, it was written on his face! No, she couldn't accept that. It was just unthinkable! Only the thought that in the end, he would die in cruel tortures at the hands of her grandfather, gave her hope and comforted her. She had to endure until then... She had to follow his instructions. Well, it couldn't be helped, but revenge wasn't going to be long in coming, the slave would regret what he'd done, but for now, she had to render a service which was below her dignity.
Kyon got unwittingly aroused, a prominent bulge was forming in his pants. The awkward, but most gentle hands of the former mistress crawled between his toes, massaged carefully and ineptly, and he could feel with his skin the wavy breath of his slave.
He had a clear stance on the age of consent. If the girl got her first period, then nature had given her the go-ahead, her body was ready. And all sorts of human traditions, stereotypes, laws, and beliefs, based on the vague past, loud slobbering words or a stroke on the document - he was not interested in all that. Many planets and peoples in his world followed that principle because nature is always right.
About ten minutes passed. The girl had already massaged each foot three times. From time to time, she gave a quiet grunt: either from resentment and indignation or from a nasty smell and humiliation.
«Please, may I stop?» – She whispered again and again.
This time Kyon deigned to reply:
«I can't hear your respectful tones.»
«Please, sir, may I stop massaging your smelly... Oh, forgive me... your beautiful feet with unearthly fragrance?» – Whispered the girl respectfully and not without subtle mockery.
Kyon chuckled softly, pinched her nose lightly with his toes as a sign of revenge for the teasing and said peacefully:
«Alright, let's call it today.»
The girl, constantly shaking from disgust, crawled away, took out from somewhere a perfumed handkerchief and immediately began to rub her little nose with frenzy.
Kyun couldn't keep his chuckle, cracked his fingers firmly, and then said imperiously:
«Well, now I order you to lay out all your stuff. Let's see what you've got for me.»
Juno touched her emerald earring, with bitterness in her heart, a black film formed on her hand, she blew out of it a huge bubble, resembling a soapy one but black as a mole hole. When it burst, in its place appeared a big handful of her precious things.
Kyon was amazed by the idea that spatial pockets in that world didn't require high technology, and spatial magicians could create them by applying remarkable efforts and concentration. In fact, spatial things do not tear matter at all (there is not enough energy for that), they simply act as a hook-beacon that keeps as a kite a small space between the physical and spiritual world. And when you need to take/put something, the black bubble simply swaps a small area inside and outside the ring. For example, if a sword were shrouded in the dark bubble, it would be inside when the bubble burst.
Another unique feature of such things was the fact that inside the pocket, or rather in the space between the worlds, there is a singularity in which time moves billions of times slower than usual, that is, almost stopped; therefore it is convenient to store precooked or perishable products inside. It is impossible to place souls, other spatial objects, and something unstable, like a flying stone. However, spatial things also have several specific flaws, which Kyon was unaware of yet.
The pile of Juno's treasures was on the floor: spheres, dull stones with formations inside, medicine, a transparent, round shield as if made of glass, a beautiful token shimmering with colors of a diamond, elegant lingerie, a box of cake, water. And it was also clearly visible that the girl clenched her fists with indignation as she had to show her personal belongings to some trash.
As soon as the boy's keen gaze fell on the most intimate part of that list, the girl quickly grabbed her underwear, obviously made of high-quality fabric by professional tailors, and then warned him with a very eloquent snort and a gaze offering nothing good that he shouldn't think about ... whatever he was thinking there!
Kyon rolled his eyes as if to say "what's the big deal?" - he is not Jean, after all, and examined the rest of the things. He came across a black stick with dried blood on it. When the guy grabbed it, his mind instantly flooded with pure rage - it was the very piece of wood which the little bitch had almost killed him with. She'd deceived him and then with a sudden attack destroyed all his expectations. It's hard to imagine a deed more mean than that. She isn't a human being but a demon, he will take revenge on her so hard that she will beg for mercy.
Juno shuddered and like a frightened puppy involuntarily backed up, watching the slave stare at the black stick, a scowl on his face. As soon as he slowly turned his heavy, gloomy look on her, she made an eager cry:
«Please, don't beat me…» - If Juno had known she couldn't have avoided her fate today, she wouldn't have set up that scene at the hot spring for her own pleasure. Now she was endlessly sorry for her actions, for the first time she was so sorry for something. But she would have gladly turned back the time to finish off the guy once and for all.
Kyon gently poked his stick into the solar plexus of the pale girl, laughed merrily, but put the murder weapon aside. He'd already said she was done for the day.
Juno gasped for breath. She had the impression that the slave was really crazy. He either hits her with a clear desire to kill or humiliates her... It isn't clear what to expect from him. She'd better try to get through the day, staying quiet, and then she will have the chance to make things right.
Kyon picked up the token that shimmered with a wide range of colors. The coat of arms of the Stones was engraved on it. He asked Juno at once what was that pretty thing for. It turned out that each family member was given a token symbolizing their rank in the hierarchy. For example, the 7th rank was given an unnoticeable, almost offensive by the fact of its existence gray emblem, while the 1st rank was given an iridescent magnificent diamond token attracting the attention of others. If necessary, the rank tokens could be put on the chest, and everyone around them understood instantly who they were dealing with, without any verbal clarification or verification of the formation.
Then Kyon took the ointment of the highest quality among the pile of things and casually threw it to the girl.
«I order you to use it for intended purpose right here and now.»
Juno's hands automatically caught the ointment, she slowly began to take off her nightie to apply the remedy to the damaged areas, and only then it dawned on her that the guy hadn't only turned away but was also blatantly staring at her.
«Please, turn away…» – she was barely audible, there was pity in her voice.
But Kyon did not listen to her. The guy took the tube of ointment, put a little of it on his finger, and went to the girl with intent to touch her snow-white elegant back in places that she could not reach.
«N-o-o! Аа-а-а-аh…» – She shuddered from a sudden touch and moaned in pain which the injured places were giving her.
Damn gentle skin... Like velvet of the highest quality! And those quiet sobs were just amazing. He even wanted to pinch her, but... Again, that was it for today. The fragile body of the young lady was unlikely to recover in a day or two, even with the high-quality ointment, but since there were no internal injuries, there was nothing to worry about.
«P-please… I… myself…» – The girl quietly repeated for the third time.
«Shut up! Are you done with whining yet? The sooner you learn to serve me, the sooner it will start to give you pleasure. I am sure that you will soon develop a taste to it and the smell of my feet will be a real reward for you. Perhaps I will even let you proceed with the massage a little higher... If you deserve it, of course.»
The girl was speechless, in her head was a continuous mess of all sorts of thoughts. The only thing she understood for sure was that every word she said out loud came around to her with humiliation and resentment as if reminding her how powerless she was.
As soon as the ointment was over and the effect of the order expired, the girl bounced off aside, put on her nightie at once and, clenching her fists furiously, gave the slave a menacing sullen look.
«You will pay for this…»
Kyon shrugged carelessly.
«I always pay my bills. Frankly, I owe you a lot, and it's not cookies. Because those who try to take my life, and more than once, plummet into the fucking red.»
The girl bit her lip in anger: she had no choice, she'd have to humiliate herself in any case... She knelt awkwardly - no wonder, she'd never had to stand in that mortifying position before. For some time she was silent, never taking her eyes off the floor, hesitant, and then, swallowing with difficulty all her immense pride, the daughter of the former patriarch and granddaughter of the powerful grandfather said, with a tremble in her voice:Your docile slave welcomes you, masterJuno was dying of disgust, she was retching at the thought that she, a noble lady, had recognized the slave as her master, how unthinkable, simply impossible... But even that turn of events was much better than being rped, and what is more, in that place. She really hoped that he'd keep his word; otherwise everything would be over for her.As for Kyon, he couldn't get enough of the pitiful, angry look of the finally surrendered girl. He'd dreamed that the bitch would kneel before him like that for so long, that she would be humiliated and crushed by him. Of course, he wasn't going to break his promise, not at least on account of the principle that his pledge was indestructible but because he knew if he raped her, the girl would break like a doll. His secret would soon be uncovered.The guy was sitting on the bed in a relaxed position with his legs spread wide apart. He imperatively put his hand on the smooth cheek of the pale girl as if she were his own little doll for a wide variety of pleasures, tucked her tangled hair behind the ear, which sent cold shivers down her spine, and ordered in a pretentious tone:In that case, my slave, give me a foot massage! In that phrase, there was no direct order to the formation, he seemed to encourage her voluntary compliance with his command. She had to get used to obeying on her own not under the lash of the formation.B-but ...Kyon lay down on the bed, the stench of his feet in black socks was nothing like the scent of wildflowers, he lazily put them down on the floor.Come on, you'd better get started. I don't like to be kept waiting.Another fit of rage made Juno feel like she had the wind knocked out of her. The sight of the slave's dirty and reeking feet was sickening. She turned away, unable to even look at them, closed her eyes, grabbed his foot with disgust, pulled off the first stinky sock, then the second... In addition to the agony in her soul, her whole body ached from the recent beating. Her existence turned into purgatory; such a nightmare simply couldn't happen in reality.author's comment: purgatory, hell, devil, deuce, angel, "oh my god!", etc. phrases in this world do not mean the existence the Christian religion and its influence on the culture and local language; they are just words with a similar meaning, having a different history/nature of origin.First Kyon felt cold in his bare feet and a little later the awkward and reluctant touches of smooth hands. Such unusual, but undoubtedly pleasant sensations made the guy purr in pleasure. Finally, everything had fallen into its rightful place.The guy was lying on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, relaxed, and the former mistress was reluctantly massaging his feet. Kyon had been dreaming of that moment since the first meeting with the demoness, and now his dream had come true. The hell was over.Juno almost choked with indignation and foul odor. She had to massage the slave's sweaty, nasty, bare feet, and he, a piece of shit, was getting off on that, it was written on his face! No, she couldn't accept that. It was just unthinkable! Only the thought that in the end, he would die in cruel tortures at the hands of her grandfather, gave her hope and comforted her. She had to endure until then... She had to follow his instructions. Well, it couldn't be helped, but revenge wasn't going to be long in coming, the slave would regret what he'd done, but for now, she had to render a service which was below her dignity.Kyon got unwittingly aroused, a prominent bulge was forming in his pants. The awkward, but most gentle hands of the former mistress crawled between his toes, massaged carefully and ineptly, and he could feel with his skin the wavy breath of his slave.He had a clear stance on the age of consent. If the girl got her first period, then nature had given her the go-ahead, her body was ready. And all sorts of human traditions, stereotypes, laws, and beliefs, based on the vague past, loud slobbering words or a stroke on the document - he was not interested in all that. Many planets and peoples in his world followed that principle because nature is always right.About ten minutes passed. The girl had already massaged each foot three times. From time to time, she gave a quiet grunt: either from resentment and indignation or from a nasty smell and humiliation.Please, may I stop? She whispered again and again.This time Kyon deigned to reply:I can't hear your respectful tones.Please, sir, may I stop massaging your smelly... Oh, forgive me... your beautiful feet with unearthly fragrance? Whispered the girl respectfully and not without subtle mockery.Kyon chuckled softly, pinched her nose lightly with his toes as a sign of revenge for the teasing and said peacefully:Alright, let's call it today.The girl, constantly shaking from disgust, crawled away, took out from somewhere a perfumed handkerchief and immediately began to rub her little nose with frenzy.Kyun couldn't keep his chuckle, cracked his fingers firmly, and then said imperiously:Well, now I order you to lay out all your stuff. Let's see what you've got for me.Juno touched her emerald earring, with bitterness in her heart, a black film formed on her hand, she blew out of it a huge bubble, resembling a soapy one but black as a mole hole. When it burst, in its place appeared a big handful of her precious things.Kyon was amazed by the idea that spatial pockets in that world didn't require high technology, and spatial magicians could create them by applying remarkable efforts and concentration. In fact, spatial things do not tear matter at all there is not enough energy for that, they simply act as a hook-beacon that keeps as a kite a small space between the physical and spiritual world. And when you need to take/put something, the black bubble simply swaps a small area inside and outside the ring. For example, if a sword were shrouded in the dark bubble, it would be inside when the bubble burst.Another unique feature of such things was the fact that inside the pocket, or rather in the space between the worlds, there is a singularity in which time moves billions of times slower than usual, that is, almost stopped; therefore it is convenient to store precooked or perishable products inside. It is impossible to place souls, other spatial objects, and something unstable, like a flying stone. However, spatial things also have several specific flaws, which Kyon was unaware of yet.The pile of Juno's treasures was on the floor: spheres, dull stones with formations inside, medicine, a transparent, round shield as if made of glass, a beautiful token shimmering with colors of a diamond, elegant lingerie, a box of cake, water. And it was also clearly visible that the girl clenched her fists with indignation as she had to show her personal belongings to some trash.As soon as the boy's keen gaze fell on the most intimate part of that list, the girl quickly grabbed her underwear, obviously made of high-quality fabric by professional tailors, and then warned him with a very eloquent snort and a gaze offering nothing good that he shouldn't think about ... whatever he was thinking there!Kyon rolled his eyes as if to say "what's the big deal?" - he is not Jean, after all, and examined the rest of the things. He came across a black stick with dried blood on it. When the guy grabbed it, his mind instantly flooded with pure rage - it was the very piece of wood which the little bitch had almost killed him with. She'd deceived him and then with a sudden attack destroyed all his expectations. It's hard to imagine a deed more mean than that. She isn't a human being but a demon, he will take revenge on her so hard that she will beg for mercy.Juno shuddered and like a frightened puppy involuntarily backed up, watching the slave stare at the black stick, a scowl on his face. As soon as he slowly turned his heavy, gloomy look on her, she made an eager cry:Please, don't beat me - If Juno had known she couldn't have avoided her fate today, she wouldn't have set up that scene at the hot spring for her own pleasure. Now she was endlessly sorry for her actions, for the first time she was so sorry for something. But she would have gladly turned back the time to finish off the guy once and for all.Kyon gently poked his stick into the solar plexus of the pale girl, laughed merrily, but put the murder weapon aside. He'd already said she was done for the day.Juno gasped for breath. She had the impression that the slave was really crazy. He either hits her with a clear desire to kill or humiliates her... It isn't clear what to expect from him. She'd better try to get through the day, staying quiet, and then she will have the chance to make things right.Kyon picked up the token that shimmered with a wide range of colors. The coat of arms of the Stones was engraved on it. He asked Juno at once what was that pretty thing for. It turned out that each family member was given a token symbolizing their rank in the hierarchy. For example, the 7th rank was given an unnoticeable, almost offensive by the fact of its existence gray emblem, while the 1st rank was given an iridescent magnificent diamond token attracting the attention of others. If necessary, the rank tokens could be put on the chest, and everyone around them understood instantly who they were dealing with, without any verbal clarification or verification of the formation.Then Kyon took the ointment of the highest quality among the pile of things and casually threw it to the girl.I order you to use it for intended purpose right here and now.Juno's hands automatically caught the ointment, she slowly began to take off her nightie to apply the remedy to the damaged areas, and only then it dawned on her that the guy hadn't only turned away but was also blatantly staring at her.Please, turn away she was barely audible, there was pity in her voice.But Kyon did not listen to her. The guy took the tube of ointment, put a little of it on his finger, and went to the girl with intent to touch her snow-white elegant back in places that she could not reach.N-o-o! ---h She shuddered from a sudden touch and moaned in pain which the injured places were giving her.Damn gentle skin... Like velvet of the highest quality! And those quiet sobs were just amazing. He even wanted to pinch her, but... Again, that was it for today. The fragile body of the young lady was unlikely to recover in a day or two, even with the high-quality ointment, but since there were no internal injuries, there was nothing to worry about.P-please I myself The girl quietly repeated for the third time.Shut up! Are you done with whining yet? The sooner you learn to serve me, the sooner it will start to give you pleasure. I am sure that you will soon develop a taste to it and the smell of my feet will be a real reward for you. Perhaps I will even let you proceed with the massage a little higher... If you deserve it, of course.The girl was speechless, in her head was a continuous mess of all sorts of thoughts. The only thing she understood for sure was that every word she said out loud came around to her with humiliation and resentment as if reminding her how powerless she was.As soon as the ointment was over and the effect of the order expired, the girl bounced off aside, put on her nightie at once and, clenching her fists furiously, gave the slave a menacing sullen look.You will pay for thisKyon shrugged carelessly.I always pay my bills. Frankly, I owe you a lot, and it's not cookies. Because those who try to take my life, and more than once, plummet into the fucking red.
