Chapter 13: Offering

Did he say he held a sword since he was young?

Thick, calloused fingers caressed her calf.

As the rough palm brushed against her skin, Bel let out a sigh at the ticklish sensation.

“Hoo…”

Lema, with his tongue and lips on the tips of her toes, looked up and watched Bel’s reaction.

Confirming that Bel was not displeased, Lema reached for her other foot.

He pressed his lips to her instep and kissed and licked each toe.

All the while, he was hoping for Bel to do something.

Perhaps the meaning of such an act would not change even after ages.

Kneeling, humbling oneself, and looking up at the other person to pay respect to their lowest part.

It might be okay.
It would be fine to literally chew and swallow Lema, but that was just a primitive method in the first place.

Is there anything that worships the other person as desperately as willingly offering one’s own body?

If one did not resist even while being chewed and eaten alive, that would be the perseverance of a will stronger than anything else.

What Bel received as a sacrifice was the will itself.

Things like blood, flesh, or material possessions were in fact just one method to express that intangible value.
Especially if it was a human who became a sacrifice by the will of others…

“…”

An old memory surfaced for a moment.

How pointless.

In any case, the method of physically devouring was not one Bel particularly enjoyed.

Yet, there were far more cases where she had to use such a method.

If possible, it was better to purely receive the will of the sacrifice.
And Lema seemed to have enough potential as a summoner.

Not bad.

Bel withdrew the foot Lema was holding and lowered her posture.

She lifted his chin and admired his beautiful face for a moment.

As she brought her face closer, his muscular neck tensed, likely from nervousness.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, a sight she could see clearly.
And that sight was quite appetizing.

Quite pleased with this sacrifice, Bel smiled sweetly.

Seeing Lema’s eyes go vacant at her smile, Bel leaned down and kissed him.

“…Hnng?”

Peck, she held his lips and then pulled away.

Green eyes were staring at her.

Whether his reason had returned, or his fear had lessened, his trembling had somewhat subsided.

Slightly moist, the color of his eyes deepened, making them look even better.

“…Master?”

As she caressed his cheek and then placed a hand on his shoulder, Lema was startled again.

She pressed her lips again to his trembling ones.

Lema, tense, hardened his shoulder muscles.

Though he flinched, he meekly accepted Bel’s kiss.

She took his firm lower lip into her mouth and touched his shoulder, and his muscles relaxed and loosened.

Feeling his fine muscles, her fingers slowly moved down towards his chest.

Beneath his firm chest, she could feel his heart pounding fiercely, as if it would burst.
“Hn, hnng…”

After sucking on his lower lip for a while, she pulled away.

Lema gasped for air as if he had been holding his breath the whole time.

“M-Master, this is…”

It was pleasant to see his muscles ripple.

Especially his chest, which rose and fell with each heated breath, trembled as if in a spasm when she caressed it with her fingers.

Lema, who had been darting his eyes around with an anxious expression, turned beet red to the tips of his ears in shame when Bel moved her hand from his shoulder to knead his chest.

When she flicked his nipple, Lema groaned, a vein popping on his jaw.

He seemed to be struggling, but he wasn’t resisting.
He just seemed a little confused.

“Ha, ah…”

But Lema, who had been blankly accepting her touch, seemed to snap to his senses the next moment when Bel tried to kiss him again, and he sharply turned his head to avoid it.

“M-Master…!”

Unable to meet her eyes, Lema stared at the floor and exclaimed in a small, whispering voice.

“I-instead of this, there are, th-things I can do better.”

“Wasn’t this what you offered to do?”

“…Pardon?”

At those words, he now stared at her with wide eyes.

He had licked her feet so fervently.

It seemed it was an act he had done without even realizing it himself.

Ah, so when he said he would be worth the gold coins, he must have meant he was confident as a knight. But since he said such a thing while licking her toes, and the sensation was quite erotic, Bel had misunderstood.

She thought she understood why the men at the auction house had jeered just because he was sold to a noblewoman.

The act Lema had done without any ulterior motive looked exactly like that.

To do such a lewd act and then make such an innocent face.

How could he be so contradictory?

Moreover.

“H-how could I dare.”

“Really?”

Bel nudged Lema’s thigh with the tip of the toe he had just licked so thoroughly.

The object that was puffing up one thigh, asserting its presence, began to grow even more taut without any direct contact.

“This too.”

“Ugh!”

Lema raised both arms, but he couldn’t dare to touch or push away Bel’s ankle and trembled.

As Bel’s toes caressed the inside of his thigh and went deeper, the bulge in his pants now seemed about to burst heavily.

“While being hard.”

“Hnngh…!”

Lema’s ears turned bright red. Tears even began to well up in the corners of his eyes.

“Th-this, this is…”

He seemed to be ashamed of the fact that he was aroused.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I… How dare I do such a…”

Or perhaps, being aroused by the one he had sworn to serve by licking her feet felt like a great act of insubordination.

He was originally a holy knight of the god of light, so he would have undergone ascetic training, and even if not now, the training he had done since he was young would be ingrained in his mind like instinct or truth.

So it was understandable that it felt like a very immoral act.

But it couldn’t be helped, could it?

Bel knew that her appearance was quite captivating to humans.

Humans had been crazy about this kind of appearance since ancient times.

And she knew that this kind of appearance had been treated as precious since ancient times.

That such things often become sacrifices in many situations.

…Just thinking about it was tiresome.

“Ah, uhm, M-Master, things like this, hnngh…!”

“Hmm?” She must have unconsciously played with her foot more.

Lema’s pants were all wet on one side, as if he were dripping pre-cum in his excitement.

With each rub of her toe, his hardness increased.

When she put a little more weight on it and repeatedly pushed up and down as if pressing with the sole of her foot, Lema gasped, exhaling hot breaths.

“Hah, heuk…”

Biting his lower lip as he groaned, it now seemed to be somewhat painful.

“Ah, hnngh, things like this, a-are not right. How can Master’s holy body be defiled by someone like me?”

At those words, Bel frowned slightly.

“How foolish.”

He was saying such things because he knew the act of copulation as an act of pressing down on the other person and asserting dominance.

Or was he daring to play coy?

But his body was not like that.

Even with a little caress, it was clear to see that it was throbbing and craving a more intense pleasure.

“I want you, but you.”

Bel stopped caressing Lema’s genitals over his clothes and lifted the chin of the man who was panting with his head bowed.

“Do you not want it?”

“…Pardon?”

In any case, if she took him by force or if the other party was not very willing, the utility of the sacrifice would drop significantly.

The sacrifice had to offer its body of its own will as much as possible, so she had even personally aroused him to increase the efficiency.

But the man was acting as if he had no will of his own and was just reluctantly accepting it because a superior was teasing him.

There might be guys who enjoy this kind of thing, but it was not to Bel’s taste, and it would even lower the value of the sacrifice.

But how should she say this?

Bel withdrew her caressing leg and stood up.

“Then don’t.”

“Ah…! I…”

Lema urgently grabbed her calf.
As if clinging.

“Th-that, n-no. It’s not like that. I-I did such, a-an irreverent thing… Ah, Master… It-it’s not like that. I.”

“Yes.”

Bel got off the bed and met his eye level.
Lema averted his gaze and blushed even more.

“I, th-that, h-how to do it… I didn’t know…”

“Aha.”

Bel licked her lips.

Only strict training since he was young, then years as a fugitive, and then becoming an illegal s*ave, with this being his first auction and Bel his first master, it was understandable that he wouldn’t know.

Indeed, the rebellious gaze he had from the first time she saw him, as if he had just been captured, was also quite appetizing.

But humans were ultimately no different from beasts.

If she stimulated his instinctive part, he would probably learn quickly.

Bel moved the hand that had been caressing Lema’s shoulder down to his abdomen.

She could feel the muscles in his lower abdomen tighten.

It felt as if she could even feel the blood flow along the thick veins as the blood rushed to his lower body.

She pressed her lips to the relatively delicate skin of his neck, and following the path her hand had just taken, Bel moved her lips down.