[R18] King's Domination
Chapter 42: Female Slave Iris’s Hard Netorare Sales

Chapter 42: Female Slave Iris’s Hard Netorare Sales

"Let’s start the business talk. Iris, are you wearing the underwear I gave you?"

"...Y-Yes."

As expected of Iris. She’s properly wearing that string-like underwear.

"Now, take off your clothes and show me your underwear."

"...M-Master, is this okay?"

Iris looks at Morris on the sofa, her eyes pleading. She seems to hope, even slightly, that her master, Morris, will refuse this embarrassing request.

"Hm, take them off, Iris," Morris says.

But her pervert master, who loves netorare, ignores Iris’s pleading gaze and gives a cold command.

"...Understood, Master."

Iris slowly removes her clothes, one piece at a time. The soft sound of silk rustling fills the air as her garments pile up on the sofa.

Finally, in her underwear, Iris shyly covers her boobs and twists her body. She’s wearing the red underwear I gave her last time. The thin fabric, barely covering anything, looks almost like red strings, accentuating the beautiful curves of Iris’s body, like ropes binding her.

"Ugh... please don’t stare so much. It’s embarrassing," she says.

Her face, red up to her ears, looks like she might cry. This expression, neither Reina nor Lucia could make it. It’s the adorable, loyal expression of a slave seen by a man other than her master in front of her master.

"Now, Iris, get on all fours on this table."

I order her to crawl onto the luxurious table in front of Morris’s sofa.

"O-On the table?"

"Yes. It’s necessary for the business matters."

I answer her surprised look with a serious face.

"Iris, do as you’re told," Morris says.

"Y-Yes, Master."

Iris slowly climbs onto the table, getting on all fours. This table, likely made from carved stone, has probably seen countless merchants’ documents and goods inspected on it.

But now, Iris herself is the one displayed on it....

"Lower your waist more and raise your hips higher."

I make an even more perverse demand to Iris, who’s already anxious in her underwear, crawling on the desk.

"Iris, do as you’re told," Morris repeats.

"...Y-Yes, Master. Is... Is this okay?"

Iris arches her back, lifting her hips high, striking the infamous "leopard pose" that beautifully shows the lines of her waist, boobs, and ass.

"Wow!"

Morris lets out a sound, his mouth open at Iris’s shameless yet captivating pose.

"This business discussion is about the material of this part of the underwear."

I slip my hand into the string of Iris’s T-back and pull it sharply to the side.

"Eek!"

Iris lets out a cute yelp at the sudden action.

"As you can see, this material stretches very well."

I tug at Iris’s underwear, pulling it hard.

"Hm, it seems so," Morris says.

His bloodshot eyes are fixed on Iris’s ass.

"To make excellent underwear, you need a material that stretches like this."

*Slush!*

I pull Iris’s T-back upward, stimulating her private parts with the fabric.

"Ahh!~♥"

Iris lets out a sweet moan as the string presses against her pussy folds.

"Ideally, the material should be sturdy, so it won’t tear even with rough handling."

I tug Iris’s underwear back and forth, side to side, roughly. Her hips shift and change shape with each pull.

"Hm, I see," Morris says, nodding happily as he watches his beloved slave’s firm hips being toyed with by me.

"I’ve heard there’s a material like this in the southern Central Countries that can help us with that."

"Hm, you mean Black Silk, don’t you?"

Black Silk, as the name suggests. So Morris knows about it too.

"Certainly. Is there any way to get it?"

"Hm."

Morris thinks for a moment, then smirks.

"I have an old merchant friend who deals in Black Silk."

"Oh, that’s amazing!"

As expected of Morris. He’s not just a pervert old man.

"And he’s staying in this country right now. I also gave him some of the ’body soap’ just recently."

"What, really?"

"As expected of Lord Seiou, you have incredible luck," Morris says, laughing.

It really is amazing luck for me.

"As you can see, our country’s clothes are loose to let air flow, so Black Silk isn’t used much. He came to the Freesia Kingdom to find a new market, but he had to return home urgently for some matter. But since I’m staying here longer, I bought his entire stock of Black Silk."

"That’s incredible!"

So it’s already in Morris’s hands. This isn’t just luck, it’s extraordinary.

"But it might be difficult for the Freesia Sewing Workshop to buy it, don’t you think?"

Morris gives a sly smile, different from before, a cunning merchant’s smile.

(Hmph, he probably bought it cheap himself.)

If that merchant had to return home urgently, Morris likely haggled the price down. So he’s trying to sell it to me at a high price.

(Mm... this tricky piece of shit merchant...)

If I don’t buy it cheap then there’s no profit for such a stratup idea. I want Black Silk, but I can’t afford to pay a high price. If I don’t make a profit, the women at the sewing workshop will suffer again.

"...Um, how long do I have to stay like this?"

Iris, still on all fours in her underwear on the desk, speaks up with a questioning tone.

"And honestly, I don’t understand why I need to do this..."

She’s right. There’s no real need to make her perform in such an embarrassing way. And for obedient Iris to voice such a doubt means my authority and her trust in me are wavering.

*Smack!*

Instead of answering, I slap her ass cheeks hard.

"Eek!"

Iris yelps, her firm but jiggly ass trembling.

"Oh!"

Morris lets out another sound at her captivating pose. Drool drips from his lips, spanking must be new to him.

"My apologies. I disciplined your precious slave," I say, bowing politely to Morris, not Iris.

"Don’t worry, Iris was wrong to talk back here. I’m grateful you corrected her," Morris says, his mouth still wet with drool, accepting my apology.

A slave’s treatment is decided by her master, Morris. It’s a tough job, I think.

"I have a habit of spanking disobedient girls’ ass to discipline them," I mutter, firmly grabbing and stroking Iris’s ass.

"I’ve heard Lord Seiou was active in a brothel as well," Morris says.

As expected, his ears are sharp.

"Yes, just yesterday, I was spanking the ass of the disobedient brothel girls. Now they’re all obedient kittens."

"That’s impressive. It’s the role of elders to strictly discipline cheeky young girls," Morris says, a line that would make feminists from my old world faint. But who cares anyways🥀

(To get to Morris, I need to go through Iris. Back to basics again.)

I focus on Iris again.

"Actually, we’re planning to introduce a new technique at the brothel. If it’s okay, I’d like to try it with Iris first. I’d love to hear your opinion too, Lord Morris."

"That sounds exciting. A new technique beyond ’foam washing’?"

"That’s just foreplay. This is as intense as sex itself, maybe even more arousing and pleasurable."

"Such a technique exists? I’m eager to see.... I mean learn it!"

"Then, is it okay if I directly train Iris to demonstrate it to you?"

"M-Master?!"

Iris lets out a mix of shock and a scream at the idea of me training her in front of her master. Her voice cracks.

"Of course. It’s an honor to have the ’Sex King’ train her directly," Morris says with a grin, happily agreeing as the netorare-loving pervert he is.

"Ugh, Master..."

Still on all fours on the desk, Iris slumps, her cute eyes glistening with tears.

"Shall we move to the bathhouse then?"

"No, I bathed this morning (with Reina’s foam washing). We’ll do it here."

"Here, you say?"

"Yes. The biggest feature of this technique is that it can be done anywhere."

"Hm, but I’d prefer not to dirty the guest room..."

"It won’t get dirty. Iris will make sure to swallow every last drop cleanly."

I murmur this while staring at Iris’s beautiful lips.

No matter what it takes, I’ll get Black Silk at a low price. Even if it means becoming a demon or devil to Iris, I’m ready.

I gaze at Iris, still on all fours in her underwear on the table. She’s like a fish on a cutting board now. How I cook her depends on my skill as a chef and in this scenario, my dick is my knife....

And under my sharp gaze, Iris can only shrink in fear.

.....

I make up my mind and stare into Iris’s face.

Iris looks back at me, her expression like that of an abandoned kitten, filled with fear.

I pull down my pants, revealing my erect dick.

With Iris on all fours on the desk, I position my dick right in front of her beautiful face.

"Ugh..."

Iris’s face turns bright red, and she averts her gaze, as if looking at something forbidden. For a slave, perhaps even seeing another man’s dick betrays her loyalty to her master.

"What we’re about to do is called a blowjob, a technique where a woman serves a man with her mouth," I say.

"Hmm..."

Morris lets out a curious sound, while Iris silently stares at the floor like an introvert in a stage.

From my words, "Iris will swallow it cleanly," she seems to have guessed that something will be done with her mouth.

"In my world, most women do this. Especially for maids or female slaves, serving their master’s thing with their mouth is almost a must, and doing it multiple times a day is not uncommon (in the world of erotic manga or adult videos)."

I explain that this is common in my world to lower her mental barriers.

"Oh, your world is truly advanced, Lord Seiou," Morris says, impressed.

"There are two main features of it. First, it can be done anywhere, not just in a bed or bathroom but also in the living room, at the entrance, or even in secret while out. Especially for maids or female slaves, it’s considered proper manners to take it in their mouth whenever the master desires (again, in the world of erotic manga or adult videos)."

As I speak, I bring my erect monstrous dick closer to Iris’s face, her eyes still turned away and her cheeks flushing red.

"Let’s begin, shall we?"

"...Um, before we start, may I say something, Master?"

Iris asks Morris in a faint voice.

"What is it, Iris?"

"Yes... I will obey any command. But please, don’t hate me for doing something indecent. Please don’t abandon me."

"Hm, of course not. Make sure to also use the sex skills Lord Seiou teaches you on me later."

"Yes, Master," Iris replies, sounding relieved. She seems ready now.

"Now, let’s truly begin."

I present my erect dick in front of Iris’s eyes. She stares at the tip, as if mesmerized by a snake.

"First, kiss the tip."

"...Yes."

Still on all fours, Iris brings her lips close to the head of my dick and gives it a light kiss, barely touching. Yet, the sight feels like a female slave acknowledging a new master, pledging loyalty to his sex with a kiss.

"Oh..."

Morris eyes widen, and he lets out a sound. His excitement, as someone who enjoys NTR, must be growing.

"Lick the head with the tip of your tongue."

"...Yes."

Iris sticks out her small tongue and begins to lick the tip with little flicks. Abdul watches her provocative figure, swallowing hard.

"Lick all around it with your tongue and serve me."

"Yes."

As expected of a wealthy merchant’s beloved slave, Iris is already picking up the technique. She teases the urethra and the ridge of the head with her tongue.

"Ugh, that feels good, Iris."

When she does well, I praise her, and Iris focuses on the actions I commend.

"Wonderful. You’re improving so quickly, Iris. You’re worth training."

I praise her exaggeratedly for her earnest, unfamiliar efforts. If this were Reina, she’d giggle and say, "Yay!" happily accepting my words. But as Morris’s slave, Iris can’t do that.

She glances nervously at Morris, her master, and seems slightly relieved by his satisfied expression.

"Next, take it in your mouth. Open your mouth widely."

Iris opens her mouth wide with an "Ahh." For a woman in this world, especially someone refined like Iris, opening her mouth so wide must feel shameful. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment.

I steel myself and insert my erect thing into her open mouth.

"Ugh!"

Iris chokes but bravely endures, accepting my dick.

"Oh, my Iris’s lips..."

Morris lets out a sound as he watches his beloved slave’s lips being violated. With only a string-like undergarment on, Iris is on all fours on the table, her lips offered up and penetrated. It’s no different from ravishing her.

"I’m going to move now."

"Fwah—"

I thrust as if it were her pussy.

"Ugh, ugh, hah~Mmpph!"

Iris keeps her mouth wide open, desperately taking my movements. Her beautiful face twists in pain, an expression that would normally stir my conscience. But with my "Psychopath" skill activated, I feel no guilt. Only the pleasure of violating Morris’s precious thing and showing it off fills my mind.

"Pwah! *Cough, cough!*"

Iris finally pulls away, choking. Even that sight feels beautiful and alluring.

"This act, where a man moves and violates the lips, is called irrumatio."

"Oh, making a woman take a penis in her lips, I never imagined such a provocative act!"

Indeed, who first thought of having a woman suck a man’s dick? I gently stroke Iris’s hair as she coughs, thinking this. Despite choking, Iris covers her mouth with her hand, keeping the table clean. Her grace is impressive.

"Let’s continue, Iris. Are you okay?"

"...Yes."

Once I confirm Iris has caught her breath, I make her open her mouth again and thrust my thing deep inside. This time, she’s prepared. With tears in her eyes, she welcomes my dick with her whole mouth.

*Slush! Dap! Dap!*

"Oh, my Iris... Iris..."

Morris lets out a mix of a scream and excitement, clutching his hair. His heart must be torn between excitement, jealousy, and lust. In this extraordinary state, I quickly reach my limit.

"Uh, I’m going to come, Iris."

"Hmph!?"

*Dap! Dap!*

Iris doesn’t seem to understand my sudden words, but she soon grasps their meaning as it hits the back of her throat.

*Splash! Slush!*

Right after my dick swells, a hot, gushing load of semen shoots toward her throat.