He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly

28 – master-servant reversal

“No, this isn’t it. This isn’t eating.”

“Of course. It’s not eating.”

He handed the long white hair from his mouth back to her.

“I can’t eat it, Mr. Elly. I understand the love you have very well, and I understand it’s deep, but-“

“If you understand, you’ll have to give me a part of you too – oh, you’ve already got yours?”

Fughh, he tried to ignore her as she displayed her long, bewitching, slimy, glossy red tongue.

“You don’t mean that, Mr. Ellie. You wouldn’t say that you did this to all pancakes, right?”

“Of course. Actually, it wasn’t long before I came up with the idea. A hair fell off and fluttered, so I thought about it… I washed it with water and put it on like topping…

It would have been a pity if I had eaten it, but since it’s on your plate, I want you to eat it.”

What should I do with her who doesn’t think it’s wrong at all?

He shook his head, pressing his throbbing head with his hand.

It has been a long time since I noticed that her love is deep. But not this one.

It’s like giving love and repaying it with an enemy. Not good at all.

“If it’s hard to eat like that… I’ll cut or mince every word and stir-fry it and serve it like a topping. How about it?”

“Do you have a specific reason why you want to feed it?”

“sure.”

“You have?!”

It is more shocking that there is

In the first place, someone can say so confidently that he will intentionally feed his hair.

“I will be serving you a dish I made myself in the future, and just the thought of maintaining your body with the effort and attention I put in makes me so proud and happy, right? But what if there were a little more of me? Spit mixed countless times is good, but it’s not food.

However, adding blood is fishy and ruins the dish. So the most inconspicuous – oh, it certainly wasn’t nice to put all the strands in so inconspicuously. I guess-“

I’m not crazy.

Spit, blood, and her fur.

How can you pick and choose such horrible thoughts?

Isn’t it strange that you would offer something like this to someone you love in the first place?

“Hey, Ellie.”

“Yes, do you speak?”

“If I say no, what will you do?”

There was silence for a moment.

While holding the utensils and tearing her pancakes, she suddenly put the fork and knife on the desk and began to stare at me.

“If you don’t eat… no… uh…”

I took a deep breath in, then exhaled.

After blinking a few times, the eyes took on a sharp form.

“I don’t know if I can say this, but I might be disappointed.”

Her red eyes flashed and shone.

The pressure on it… Hold on… What is this?

Suddenly, he struggled to get up from his seat, then knelt down on the floor and knelt hard in front of her.

How painful would it be to kneel down to the point where your knees hurt?

“This is… what the hell…”

I squeezed the few muscles in my neck and barely looked ahead. She, too, was slowly approaching me, as if embarrassed by the situation.

“Um… Marcus?”

“Hey, this is-“

It wasn’t until my head bowed in front of her was perfected that something that weighed me down gave me a bit of relief.

The only thing I noticed from this position was that there was something shining on my back, and she was trying to get me up, as if she didn’t know why.

“Mr. Marcus, hold on… No, what the hell is this-“

Even if she pushed me, pulled me, and pulled my shoulder with her overwhelming power, I was watching, but none of them seemed to change my condition.

After grunting for a long time, she looked at something on my back, and then laughed for a while.

“Puuu-wu of this of all of them, Marcus?”

She slightly lifted my head, which was still lying on her face, and after entwining her tongue once, she showed her hair in front of me.

“Do you remember our contract?”

“Slaves… if you’re talking about contracts…”

I’m sure she’s in the form of submissiveness to me, but why am I like this…

“One more rule you wrote down there. Which one… do you remember?”

With a sigh, my hair is pulled to the side, leaving a red mark on my cheek with two silver threads hanging down.

Tongues entangled once more, and slowly the body begins to lose its strength.

“Your promise to do all I want, and your promise not to do what I hate.”

Once again, her soggy tongue slips out of her mouth and dangles in front of me.

Knowing with all my body the violent pleasure it gives, I could only helplessly watch her with my eyelids quivering.

However, this time, is it different that a white thread is placed on her tongue?

“Now, what do I want most right now, Marcus?”

“That, that’s not eating-“

With a thump, the head hits the floor hard.

A strong pain shakes everything in my head and throws it into a mess.

“Gee… Marcus, please don’t say no so hard. I don’t want to see you sick.”

A silvery thread stretched and stretched –

“Bee…”

Her saliva was all over her body, and it was terribly glistening.

She placed it in the palm of my hand, leaving another red mark on my cheek as I moaned in pain.

“There’s only one thing I want to engrave on your body, me. What I don’t want to see is you getting hurt. I just want you to be happy with the love I give you, to tremble, and to love me unconditionally. Is it too greedy?”

“Love is not a problem now…”

With one hand, she easily grabbed the head that was about to hit the floor.

“Oops, I don’t want to get hurt… Oh, the contract is strange. All I want is for you to swallow a part of me, but not get hurt, and it’s troublesome if you keep doing this.”

Once again, the tongue sticks out in front of my eyes, squirming through my closed mouth.

This time her hands held my ears, so that every sound that came from inside my mouth echoed endlessly inside my skull.

As if representing her will to suck every last drop of honeydew from the gum, she did not stop until all the saliva in her mouth was replaced with hers.

“Puhaa… Come on, can you swallow this?”

It was lukewarm, and I felt that something with a foreign body feeling was stuck to my tongue.

Apparently, this is her hair…

He didn’t want to break her wish once more and have his head hit the floor.

In fact, since she would hold it, I wouldn’t have to drive it, but if I went any further than this, she would definitely… tear my clothes off, so I had no choice but to give up and accept it.

I already had a lot of red marks on my face and neck.

I’m sure it won’t end in the chest if I stimulate it more.

“gulp.”

I could feel the fine thread running down my throat, down and down.

Only then did I get rid of the pressure that weighed down my whole body, and I was able to lean my back against the wall.

“Uhhhhh…hah…”

Magic is so scary.

It was terrifying that it could really stop people from doing anything.

As long as it can make water and make it hot, there must be more than just this and that.

How many of these things exist in this world?

And, even though there are such things, if I can’t use them…

helpless, so helpless

Her body is so weak that even strength cannot defeat her.

Compared to normal people, it can certainly be said that she is strong to some extent, but compared to her, it can be said that it is the difference between a child and an adult.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get rid of her once excited, and it must have been even more so when I thought that my hand was grabbed and I gave my whole body helplessly.

“Come on, it’s water.”

She took a deep breath and sat next to me, holding a glass of water as I thought a lot in an instant.

But instead of reaching out to me, I saw it go to her mouth and slowly empty.

For a moment, I thought that it was impossible and began to drag my body with my arms.

And what happened next – she didn’t even have to ‘want’ it.

It was because the arms were pulled by the chin, and their mouths collided just like that.

No matter how skillful she was, her body hit her hard and was wrapped around her soft yet elastic body, but her head moved without any shock, following her will to push sweet mucus and cool liquid into her mouth…

“Puha… how is it?”

“…I don’t think it’s that good-“

“But the body is honest.”

Despite my repeated protests against force majeure, I was thrown onto the sofa in the living room and had to watch her reveal herself.

Until it got dark outside and all the pancakes I had made cooled down to become rice cakes, I continued to eat her love.

I wonder if love can be suppressed