Chapter 1.1 – Prologue, I Shall Share My Noble Secret with You!

On a long autumn night, with a large, bright full moon hanging vividly in the sky.

Inside one of the many dressing rooms of a certain grand mansion. Standing elegantly at the center of the room was a beautiful girl, her long, silvery hair shining brilliantly as it gracefully flowed, giving her an ethereal presence, like a fairy queen from another world. Her almond-shaped, slightly slanted eyes were gently closed, and her bare, flawless white skin was exposed without the slightest hesitation.

The maids attending to her, carrying her garments in preparation for her change of clothes, looked up at her with dazzled admiration. Some of them had their cheeks flushed bright red, while others pressed their fingers against the bridge of their noses, desperately trying to hold back the nosebleeds that threatened to gush forth from their excitement. Even from the perspective of other women, Irina Shirogane—the breathtakingly beautiful girl—possessed an allure so overwhelming that it left them in awe.

Being a quarter with northern blood inherited from her grandmother, she stood over 170 centimeters tall, with a small face, a slender waist, and long, stunning legs—an eight-heads-tall perfect model-like figure. However, her body was not merely slender. Her breasts, full and abundantly soft, stood provocatively with their rosy pink peaks jutting forward. Her beautifully shaped hips, firm and well-toned yet enticingly plump, formed an irresistibly alluring curve.

The maids, mesmerized by the sight of Irina’s radiant naked form, momentarily forgot their duties. But then, from the entrance of the dressing room, a tall beauty who appeared to be in her early twenties, with short-cut black hair and dressed in a black tuxedo, clapped her hands sharply, snapping the maids out of their trance.

“You all… How long do you intend to stare at Irina-sama? What will you do if Irina-sama catches a cold?”

“Y-Yes! Our deepest apologies, Head Butler!”

Scolded by Celestine, the head butler and Irina’s personal attendant, the maids hurriedly resumed their task with flustered yet efficient movements, dressing Irina without further delay.

“Do not scold them, Celestine. It’s only natural that they would be captivated when faced with the ultimate beauty that is my body” 

Irina spoke, her eyes still gently closed, as she gracefully extended both arms to the sides.

The maids, moved to tears by their mistress’s magnanimity, carefully slipped the seductive, glossy red enamel long gloves onto Irina’s slender fingers.

Soon after, the maids completed Irina’s attire.

“Fufu, I look beautiful today as well. Don’t you agree?”

Fully dressed, Irina slowly opened her eyes and raised her arms gracefully, crossing her wrists while crossing her long legs, striking a pose akin to a famous sculpture. She admired her reflection in the full-length mirror with satisfaction and glanced at the maids beside her.

The maids, struggling to contain themselves, all nodded fervently in unison. Some desperately pressed their hands against their noses to hold back the nosebleeds, while others, pressing down on the damp stains spreading across their skirts, nodded with flushed faces.

“Y-Yes! You are too beautiful, Irina-sama!”

“Ahh, being blessed to witness such a sight… I’m too happy… Haaa…”

Overcome with euphoria and arousal, the maids eventually collapsed one after another, trembling and twitching where they lay. Such was the degree of Irina’s overwhelming sensuality.

The vibrant red enamel long gloves hugged her gracefully extended hands down to her fingertips. Her breathtakingly long legs were encased in the same enamel material, with knee-high boots that clung to her legs.

And then there was Irina’s most captivating feature—her alluring body. Her magnificent white breasts, which should have been concealed, were boldly exposed to the air. Her smooth abdomen was covered by a bright red enamel bustier that lifted and emphasized her curves, pushing them forward provocatively.

Moreover, the red enamel panties that should have covered her private area had a circular cutout in the center, making her plump, luscious mound visible from the front, while her well-shaped hips and rear were fully exposed from behind. This provocative red enamel bondage outfit was specially tailored not to conceal but to enhance Irina’s allure. Wearing it with flawless elegance, Irina struck her pose and nodded in satisfaction, a smile gracing her lips.

“Now then, the rest of you may leave. Celestine, you alone shall accompany me.”

“As you wish, Ojou-sama.”

Irina gave her instructions to the maids and began to walk gracefully, her steps resembling those of a model on a runway. Following closely behind her was her female butler, Celestine, while the maids bowed their heads respectfully as they saw their mistress off.

When Celestine, who had stepped forward, opened the heavy, stately door at the back of the dressing room, Irina stepped inside. As Irina entered the room, Celestine slowly closed the door behind her. Now, with the room being completely soundproof, no noise would escape to the outside. Celestine then switched on the lights.

The illuminated room exuded an intensely seductive atmosphere, with its walls entirely painted in shades of pink. Lining the room were numerous suspicious-looking tools—whips, candles, restraints, and even a wooden horse.

Yes. This room was Irina’s personal SM playroom.

At the center of the room stood a life-sized doll in a commanding stance. Attached to its face was a photograph of a boy with slightly sharp eyes, and where its crotch should have been was a firmly erect dildo, modeled after a man’s dick.

Irina boldly stepped in front of the doll, striking a pose as she brought her left hand to the back of her head and pointed sharply at the boy’s photograph with her right hand.

“Fufufu. You were looking at me with those contemptuous eyes again today, weren’t you, Sado Yuji-kun? You must have been basking in the satisfaction of holding my secret while shamelessly devouring my perfect body with your eyes, imagining me kneeling at your feet and submitting to you. But, too bad for you. This Shirogane Irina is not the kind of woman who kneels so easily before anyone. I’ll show you that again today… Celestine!”

“Yes, Ojou-sama!”

The moment Irina called out, still holding her pose, Celestine, who had been standing by the door, swiftly stepped forward and approached Irina. Irina willingly brought her hands behind her back. With practiced precision, Celestine bound Irina’s wrists with the handcuffs and rope she had prepared.

Once the restraints were secured, Celestine silently returned to her position by the door. A shiver of excitement ran down Irina’s spine as her hands were bound. She raised her head and gazed at the doll’s face. But, of course, the lifeless doll did not react to Irina’s enticingly restrained form, maintaining its sharp gaze that seemed to pierce through her alluring body.

“Fufu… You think that restraining me gives you the upper hand, don’t you? As a natural-born sadist, you must believe that this will make me fall and become your obedient little bitch. But… is that really the case? In this world, haaah, there are those who won’t submit to your will. And that person is none other than me… haaah haaah… Shirogane Irina… haaahn!”

Facing the sadistic boy head-on, bound and dressed in her indecent costume, Irina was fully immersed in her imaginary scenario. She pressed her exposed, glistening mound against the upright dildo attached to the doll’s crotch. With her hands bound behind her back, she began to move her hips lewdly, thrusting back and forth, her sweet moans escaping her lips as her delicate folds rubbed seductively against the phallic object.

“Come now, Sado Yuji-kun! Can you truly make me grovel before you? Or will you, nngh ahh, be the one rendered helpless by my perfect body, body and soul… aaahhn! Though… the outcome is already clear, isn’t it? Ah… ah… nnhaaahh!”

As Irina taunted with provocative words, her movements became even more intense. She rubbed herself harder against the dildo, her gaze hazy with arousal, her eyes brimming with heart-shaped glimmers. Her alluring lips, slightly parted, drooled seductively as her red tongue lazily lolled out, her moist breaths escaping in heated pants. From deep within her cleft, sticky love juices seeped out, soaking the dildo with obscene wet sounds, making it glisten with her lewd essence.

Even in the face of her mistress’s shameless display, the female butler standing by the door remained silent, her eyes firmly shut as she transformed into an unmoving object, ensuring she would not disrupt her mistress’s indulgence.

However, no matter how much she had devoted her entire life to Irina since childhood, hearing her beloved mistress’s seductive moans endlessly was enough to cause Celestine’s own body to gradually heat up.

Desperately trying not to think about anything, Celestine found herself reminiscing about the moment when her once-noble mistress had begun indulging in such depraved acts…

***

“Honestly, how disgusting. To think someone would bring something like this onto school grounds.”

The student council room at Saint Eulora Academy.

Irina, the student council president, was reviewing the confiscated items from an unannounced possession inspection, all by herself after school.

The pristine white blouse and gray jumper skirt, adorned with a red ribbon at her chest, made for an elegant uniform that was highly popular among the female students. So much so that every year, there were even applicants who enrolled in the academy just to wear that very uniform. And Irina, with the body she proudly proclaimed as her 『perfect body』wore that beloved uniform with an irresistible charm that was both adorable and seductive.

The bustier section of the jumper skirt lifted Irina’s abundant chest from below, pushing it forward prominently, emphasizing her overwhelming fullness. It was an irresistible allure that captivated the eyes of anyone who beheld it.

Seated elegantly on a chair, her long, stunning legs crossed gracefully, she perfectly wore her high-heeled brown lace-up boots. The hands turning the pages of the confiscated magazines were covered in glossy red gloves that gleamed seductively. Perched atop her flowing silver hair was a small red beret, adding a charming accent that harmonized her mature beauty with an air of innocent loveliness.

Shirogane Irina—the noble young lady who wore the academy uniform more perfectly than anyone else. But beyond her stunning appearance, her brilliance and exceptional decisiveness had earned her the nickname 『The Silver Fairy Queen』 and she was showered with admiration and respect from all around her. Her administrative skills were so unparalleled that others’ attempts to assist her only ended up slowing her down, leading her to flawlessly handle nearly all of the student council’s operations by herself on a daily basis.

Yet, Irina never let this extraordinary ability make her arrogant. Even for seemingly trivial tasks like a possession inspection, she insisted on handling them herself. For Irina, carrying out these duties and receiving the admiration that followed was both a hobby and a means of practical satisfaction.

Now, Irina was flipping through the pages of the SM magazine confiscated from a male student, her supple fingers clad in red gloves gliding elegantly over the paper. Resting her chin on her hand, she gazed coldly at the images of women whose faces were marred by a mixture of humiliation and ecstasy as they were bound and degraded.

As the daughter of the chairman of the globally renowned Shirogane Conglomerate and a noble being from birth, Irina could not begin to comprehend the pleasure of sinking into such humiliation herself.

“Do men really imagine treating women this way? How utterly foolish. I suppose, in their minds, even someone as unattainable as I must be reduced to this filthy state… Ufu… Ufufufu…”

Surely, in the minds of countless male students, she too was being defiled like the women in these magazines. The mere thought brought a smirk to her lips. However, it wasn’t because she was aroused by such a notion. Rather, it was the pitiable desire of these men, who wished to soil someone as divine as her, even if only in their imagination. Irina couldn’t help but find it endearing—so much so that a delightful shiver ran through her.

Still seated, Irina clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest forward while extending the toes of her right foot in a graceful pose. She reveled in the thrilling sensation coursing through her.

“Very well, all of you. I, in my boundless magnanimity, have no intention of policing your fantasies. You can’t help but lose control when someone like me shares the same learning space as you, can you? At the very least, I shall allow you to defile me to your heart’s content… within your imaginations, that is.”

With those words, Irina indulged in her own intoxicating beauty, savoring the sinful power she held over the men whose desires she had driven to madness. For several moments, she basked in that ecstasy before finally breaking her pose, a sense of satisfaction settling over her. She resumed flipping through the magazine, her cold expression returning.

“Even so… I still can’t understand these women who display such expressions after being treated like this. To find pleasure in submitting to men… How absurd. I wonder… would it look something like this?”

It was a gesture born purely from idle curiosity.

Rising from her seat, Irina picked up a length of vinyl cord that had been left in a corner of the student council room. She casually cut it to an appropriate length and began wrapping it around her body. Then, with practiced dexterity, she loosened the ribbon tied at the chest of her uniform and used it to tightly bind her wrists together.

Raising her bound hands high above her head, she struck a pitiful pose and turned to face the full-length mirror in the room. Gazing at her own restrained reflection, Irina studied her bound form intently.

“Ahh! T-This is…! Even while drenched in humiliation, I remain as dignified and beautiful as ever… What an exquisite sight this is… I suppose… haaah… I can understand why one might become intoxicated by such an image of themselves…”

Still bound and striking a submissive pose, Irina gazed dreamily at her reflection, mesmerized by her own beauty. She felt not the slightest empathy for those who took pleasure in submitting to men. However, as a proud narcissist, Irina fully understood the perverse ecstasy of witnessing her own noble and flawless self reduced to such a humiliating state.

For a while, Irina remained lost in her enthrallment, basking in the sensation of being bound. But then, she suddenly felt a chilling gaze prickling her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Her senses snapped back to reality and she quickly shifted her gaze toward the entrance of the student council room.

Peering from behind the door was a male student, staring intently at her.

The atmosphere in the room froze in an instant.

Had it been a gaze of admiration or longing, Irina would have immediately regained her usual composure and brushed off the situation with ease. But the boy’s stare was sharp and cold, as though he was gazing at something filthy.

For Irina, who had always been showered with admiration and praise, this was the first time she had ever experienced such a look of disdain. The moment she registered that contempt, a searing wave of humiliation burned through her chest.

And at the same time, an electric shock—something she had never felt before—surged through her entire body.

“W-What are you looking at?! You…!”

Perhaps it was the first time she had ever lost her composure in front of another person. Overcome by agitation, Irina’s voice rose uncontrollably as she tried to point accusingly at the boy.

But in her flustered state, she had completely forgotten about her restraints. Her arms, still tangled in the cord, became even more entangled as she struggled to move.

“S-sorry for the intrusion!!”

Surprisingly, despite having witnessed Irina’s compromising state—and being in a position of undeniable advantage—the boy seemed equally flustered by her rebuke. Though he had the opportunity to capture her scandalous image or use it to blackmail her, he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he hastily bowed his head and mumbled an apology before turning and fleeing down the hallway in a panic.

“W-Wait! You…! I said wait, ahh—gah!?”

Irina instinctively tried to chase after him, but her sudden, frantic movement only caused the tangled cords to further ensnare her long, beautiful legs. Unable to keep her balance, she toppled forward in an ungraceful heap, letting out an undignified groan.

But the boy, fleeing like a startled rabbit, never noticed Irina’s pitiful fall. His figure quickly disappeared from sight, leaving Irina sprawled helplessly on the floor.

“W-What have I done…? To think that someone has seen me like this… And that look in his eyes… He must be convinced that I’m some kind of depraved woman with twisted desires, just like the models in that obscene magazine. I’m sure he’s filled with contempt for me… Ughhh! What an unbearable humiliation… Nnnhh… ahhh! That’s right… I need to contact Celestine first… Kuhh… ahh… But these cords are tangled, and I can’t move properly…!”

The boy had fled, leaving Irina behind, burdened with a dreadful misunderstanding. Her body tingled with a strange, inexplicable sensation brought on by his harsh, contemptuous gaze. Now, writhing helplessly on the floor like a trapped caterpillar, Irina squirmed and twisted her body with all her might.

After much effort, she finally managed to retrieve her cell phone from the pocket of her uniform. Without delay, she called her trusted butler, Celestine.

『How may I assist you, Irina Ojou-sama?』

“Celestine! I need you to pursue a certain male student immediately! Let’s see… Yes. His name is… Sado Yuji, a first-year student!”

Irina’s sharp mind had memorized the profiles of every student at the academy. Even someone as unremarkable as that boy—aside from his piercing gaze—was firmly imprinted in her memory. With unwavering confidence, Irina spoke his name aloud and issued her command. As expected, Celestine, ever loyal, accepted her mistress’s order without a moment’s hesitation.

『Understood. And once I’ve secured him… what would you like me to do? Shall I… eliminate him?』

“N-No, that won’t be necessary. For now… keep an eye on him. If he attempts to do anything that might harm me… then I leave the decision in your hands.”

『Harm, you say… Very well. I understand.』

Without probing further, Celestine grasped Irina’s intent and promptly ended the call to set her plan into motion.

For now, Irina could breathe a sigh of relief. With Celestine on the task, there was nothing to worry about. Though she silently regretted her oversight in not having Celestine stationed to protect her while at the academy, Irina was nonetheless reassured, gently placing a hand on her chest in relief.

“Sado Yuji-kun… To think you’ve witnessed me in such a state. Perhaps this calls for severe punishment… Or rather, should you be thanking the heavens for the blessing of having seen me like that? Aaaahahahaha… Nhaaahh! The cord is tightening…!”

Irina, having regained her usual composure, let out her signature high-pitched laugh. However, as she arched her back dramatically while still wrapped in the tangled cords, an intense tightening sensation gripped her body, causing her to gasp and moan in discomfort.

***

That night, a lone shadow blended into the twilight.

Lying prone on the rooftop of a high-rise, clad in a skin-tight black bodysuit that accentuated her curves, was a woman. She peered through the scope of her sniper rifle, her unwavering gaze fixed on her target. Without shifting her focus, she raised her left hand to her mouth, pressing the communicator there.

“Irina Ojou-sama. The target remains stationary. Over.”

Her cool, concise report echoed through the channel as she continued to observe the upper floor of a two-story house through her scope.

On the other end of the line, the girl let out a relieved sigh before quickly composing herself and giving further instructions.

『I see. Then continue to monitor him for now… But still, it’s strange. He holds a secret about me and yet he’s shown no sign of taking any action. Are you absolutely sure nothing out of the ordinary has happened?』

Despite having uncovered a secret that could shake the entire school, the boy had made no attempt to act on it. That, in itself, was enough to bruise Irina’s pride. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she posed the question to the woman on the other end—her ever-loyal butler, Celestine, who had transformed into a hitman, sniper rifle in hand.

“Understood. Since that day, he has shown no signs of leaking any harmful information about you, Ojou-sama. He remains confined to his room, alone… However… No, it’s nothing.”

With the other ear, Celestine was able to discern the boy’s every action and muttered word, thanks to the covert listening devices she had planted.

Immediately after receiving Irina’s command, Celestine had discreetly made contact with the boy. As she passed by him, she had skillfully attached a listening device to his clothing. She then went a step further by locating his residence and planting additional bugs in his room.

As a result, every action and conversation of the boy was now laid bare before Celestine. Should he attempt to divulge Irina’s secret to anyone, immediate action could be taken to prevent it.

『What is it? Speak clearly.』

Irina, sensing the uncharacteristic hesitation in Celestine’s voice, pressed her for an answer. Celestine had never kept secrets from her mistress, which only deepened Irina’s suspicion.

“…The target has been repeatedly masturbating while holding an indecent magazine and a photo of you, Ojou-sama.”

『…Huh?』

Irina froze, unable to process the situation for a moment after hearing Celestine’s concise report. But almost immediately, her lips quivered with evident shock, which was palpable even through the communicator, as she sought confirmation of what she had just heard.

『M-Masturbating!? Y-You mean… h-he’s…masturbating…? And with my photo in his hand!?』

“Yes. He’s pleasuring himself while holding an SM-themed magazine and gazing at your photo. It seems he’s projecting you onto the models depicted in the magazine. According to his mutterings… and I quote, 『To think that the Silver Fairy Queen is actually a masochist… I’m so turned on I can’t control my erection.』…He’s defiling my precious Ojou-sama with his vulgar fantasies. Shall I eliminate him?”

Peering into the target’s room through the slight gap in the curtains, Celestine kept her eye fixed on him through the scope, her gaze gleaming with cold intensity. Her usually emotionless voice betrayed a rare hint of anger as she murmured with chilling resolve.

But after a moment of trembling, Irina’s lips suddenly curled into a smirk, and soon, she burst into laughter.

『Ufufu… Ahahahaha! I see… So that’s how it is. He’s completely fallen for me, hasn’t he? Of course. After witnessing me in that state, it’s only natural that he wouldn’t be able to get the image out of his mind. I understand. Continue monitoring him in shifts. But if all he’s doing is indulging in a little masturbation, let him be. It’s only natural for a man to lose control of his impulses when faced with my irresistible charm.』

“Understood, Ojou-sama.”

And so, unbeknownst to him, Sado Yuji found himself under 24-hour surveillance by the heavily armed maids of the Shirogane family. And while Irina, with her magnanimous heart, chose to overlook the boy’s lustful transgressions, she returned to her ordinary routine… or so it seemed.

***

The following day, during the student assembly, Irina stood upon the stage as the student council president, speaking with dignified authority to the gathered students.

“Now then, everyone, as students of Saint Eulora, you must conduct yourselves with—hnnh!?”

Basking in the admiration and envy of all who looked upon her, Irina was lost in a state of euphoric intoxication. However, an electrifying sensation suddenly surged through her body, causing her to momentarily falter, her frame trembling slightly.

Maintaining her composure outwardly, Irina continued her speech, but her eyes slowly, carefully scanned the auditorium. And then, she spotted it—an unfamiliar, piercing gaze that was glaring sharply at her from among the crowd, a gaze entirely different from that of the other students.

‘Sado Yuji-kun…! W-What’s with that look? Are you… are you looking at me with disdain again? Do you dare to silently mock me while I stand here, flawlessly performing my duties as student council president? Are you thinking,『She’s just a masochist pretending to be noble』as you gaze at me!?’

Her fists, clad in her signature red gloves, clenched tightly of their own accord. Sweat began to seep slowly into her palms as her grip tightened. Beneath the podium, her thighs rubbed restlessly against each other, her long, beautiful legs trembling slightly. Though she maintained her usual poised and dignified demeanor on the surface and somehow managed to conclude her speech without issue, beneath her uniform, her flushed, heated skin was already glistening with sweat.

From that moment on, Irina found herself subjected to Sado Yuji’s intense gaze almost daily. He never spoke a word—never voiced any accusation or insult. Yet, whether during assemblies or while passing by in the corridors, his cold, piercing gaze remained fixed on her from a distance. The more flawlessly Irina maintained her perfect facade as student council president, the more it felt as though his silent gaze was tearing through her mask, wordlessly saying『I know your true, masochistic nature beneath that noble exterior.』Irina’s mind was gradually pushed closer to the brink.

Eventually, in an effort to prove—to herself as much as to him—that she was not a masochist, Irina began indulging in increasingly extreme acts of self-pleasure. She established her own set of twisted rules: if she could restrain herself while staring into the eyes of the photos of Sado Yuji—covertly taken by Celestine—and endure the rising humiliation without succumbing, then she had won. Her self-imposed『victories』became an obsession. As time passed, her self-imposed trials escalated, and before long, Irina had gone so far as to create a dedicated playroom within the mansion.

Eventually, she even took it a step further—setting up a life-sized doll modeled after the boy, complete with an obscene phallic object attached to its crotch. Irina then subjected her body to masochistic acts, all while directing her defiant gaze at the photos of Sado Yuji, as if to prove to him that she was not a masochist.

Celestine, her devoted butler, silently observed her mistress’s transformation over the past month. Since Irina had not given the command to eliminate the boy, Celestine did not act of her own accord. That was her duty as Irina’s butler.

“Nhaaa… Nhaaahhh! There’s no way I can lose…! No matter how many times this thick, hard, monstrous cock rubs against the pure surface of my pussy… Ahh! Ahhh! I am not a masochist! I won’t submit to you! This Shirogane Irina is not some simple girl… no, certainly not what the commoners would call a choro-i onna…! There’s no way I would ever kneel before you and beg for your cock…! Such a thing… is impossible… Hahiiiiii…!”

Celestine, momentarily lost in her thoughts due to the excessively sweet and lewd moans that echoed throughout the room, snapped back to reality with a start. Shaking her head to dispel her lapse in judgment—an unforgivable error for a butler—she raised her gaze once again. What she saw was Irina, dressed in her bondage outfit, her hands bound behind her back, furiously grinding her soaking wet lips against the dildo.

Diligent in all things, Irina had meticulously studied numerous SM magazines since that incident, believing she needed to 【know her enemy.】 As a result, despite still being a virgin, she had mastered an array of lewd terms and acquired an abundance of perverse sexual knowledge—knowledge that she now wielded effortlessly during her sessions of self-pleasure.

Now, Irina’s eyes were completely glazed over with a flushed pink hue, her feigned resistance reduced to mere pretense. Lost in the intoxicating pleasure of her own actions, Irina was on the brink—so close that it wouldn’t have been surprising if she ended up losing her virginity to the dildo at any moment.

The dildo was equipped with a simulated ejaculation sensor. If it detected that Irina’s actions had exceeded a certain threshold of pleasure, it would discharge a thick, milky liquid to signify the【defeat】 of the boy’s cock. However, in recent days, Irina’s movements had shifted from aggressively【dominating】 the imaginary boy to something more akin to indulging in her own pleasure. She was now dangerously close to surrendering herself fully to masochistic bliss.

“Kuhh! Hurry… hurry up and cum! If you don’t… ahh, ahh… I, ahhhhnn!”

Irina’s hips began to move with shorter, more precise thrusts, her dripping wet folds gliding over the tip of the dildo, stimulating it with sweet, obscene squelching sounds. Yet, the simulated cock showed no signs of reaching climax just yet.

At this rate, Irina would soon take the dildo inside herself, and if that happened, she would no longer be able to deny her masochistic nature. It was inevitable—once that line was crossed, Irina would find herself kneeling before that boy, willingly submitting to him as soon as the next day.

‘Ahhh… Irina Ojou-sama…’

Celestine clenched her fists tightly, desperately suppressing the urge to act on her own as a butler’s duty forbade her from intervening without orders. She could only hold her breath and watch. And then, as if her silent prayers had been answered, before Irina could completely lose control and plunge herself down to take the dildo fully, the device shuddered violently. A tremor ran through it, and with a sudden burst, thick, white, simulated semen erupted from the tip, shooting into the air in a lewd, messy display.

“Haaaahhh…! You came… you finally came, Sado Yuji-kun! Ufufufu, as expected, it seems that victory is mine. The true masochist isn’t me—it’s you. How does it feel to be humiliated, ejaculating so pathetically from being dominated by a woman? Ahp… nghpuh… puahhh…!”

Irina laughed triumphantly after successfully making the dildo climax, but as the simulated semen sprayed one after another onto her beautiful face, her laughter soon became coated in sticky moans of pleasure. Celestine, letting out a quiet sigh of relief, momentarily forgot her duties as she gazed in awe at her mistress—bound and defiled, her body now stained with thick, white fluids.

Having completed her daily ritual of self-pleasure (though Irina herself did not acknowledge it as such), she stood proudly in the center of the room, spreading her arms wide with a satisfied smile. Celestine, ever diligent, gently wiped away the simulated semen from her mistress’s flushed, heated body with a towel.

Once again, she had succeeded in bringing the boy’s imitation cock to a humiliating climax, reinforcing her belief that she had triumphed. This filled Irina with immense satisfaction. However, beneath that satisfaction, her body—long accustomed to the relentless cycles of her increasingly intense self-pleasure—was unknowingly accumulating frustration. Despite her mental gratification, the unfulfilled ache that had built up from countless orgasms without true release had reached a point where it could no longer be suppressed. And on this day, Irina finally made a decision.

“Celestine. I’ve decided… it’s time I settle things with him.”

“Irina Ojou-sama… I understand. If that is your will.”

Celestine’s body trembled for a brief moment at her mistress’s declaration. But knowing that this was Irina’s decision—one she had resolved upon—Celestine did not voice any objections. She merely knelt before her mistress, silently offering her unwavering loyalty.

Inspired by Celestine’s unwavering devotion, Irina reaffirmed her decision. She planted her feet firmly apart, striking a commanding stance, and thrust her right index finger high into the air, pointing toward the heavens.

“Wait for me, Sado Yuji-kun! You, who have looked down upon me with such contemptuous eyes… Tomorrow, I will show you the true form of Shirogane Irina! You will realize how misguided your perception of me was, and you will repent as you prostrate yourself before my brilliance! Aaaahahahahaha!”

As Irina’s triumphant laughter echoed through the room, her figure exuded an aura befitting one chosen by the heavens. Celestine, gazing up at her mistress with admiration, once again lowered her head, reaffirming her unwavering devotion and loyalty.