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…Sorry, I need a moment to think…

Huh?  What?  No, obviously you can fuck me if you want to, just don’t talk to me or make me move too much.  

Is this position good?  Great, thanks.

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…Hrm… Yeah, I should probably -- oh, right, sorry, take your time!

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Hehehe~  That was fun.

Hm?

…Uh…

…No I didn’t forget, it just escaped my mind!

What?!  Sex is distracting!

Oh don’t give me that look - AH!  I got it!

Right.  Okay!

I should note something important considering where we’re at in my history.  Yes, it concerns consent again, but don’t worry; I’ll keep it quick.

Essentially, while consent matters for people and relationships, the chief god doesn’t care for it at all.  The entire world he’s set up is, arguably, designed specifically to undermine the importance of consent.

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but while the Goddess of Rape, Modesty, has limited the psychological harm that can do to people, that doesn’t remove the importance of consent or how inhumane it is to just ignore it.  That said, you’ll notice that, starting this year, I start reacting less to my own consent being violated, especially when it comes to things like monsters or the environment doing so.

Why?  Because that’s the world I lived in.

It’s not a good answer, I know, nor is it a satisfying one, but it’s the truth; it’s the world I lived in, and I adapted.  The idea of being raped, molested, mind controlled, altered beyond my control or desires… all of that I simply adapted to.  While I still held my close partners to a high standard, everybody else I didn’t really bother to.  …And everything else, too come to think of it.

We make what we can out of what we have.  That was my reality, and I judged my progress in defeating the Evil God of Chastity and Purity more important than the sanctity of my body and mind.  Instead, I started to have fun with it.

That was not an optimal decision; I knew it then and I know it now, but it’s the one I made… Albeit without such a thorough and well thought out decision process.

Anyway, that’s over, back to the hot stuff~!

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And we were… right, there.  So.  Cheating.

Don’t cheat.

Unless your goal isn’t to learn but instead to achieve an objective, in which case judge the risk cost and chance, reward value and chance, and moral cost, and then come to a decision you can live with.

Cheating comes with some very real costs.  You lose some moral integrity, you lose out on all of the advantages you’d have by achieving your goal normally, and even if the risk of being caught is minimal, the cost of being caught is very much not.

That said, I was after an Evil God of Chastity and Purity.

So I cheated flagrantly.

Well.

I had Shimizu cheat for me.  Flagrantly.

In order to gain another chunk of land, I needed to do three things.  I needed to make a certain number of items out of the materials gathered from the local area.  I needed to pay a certain cost, depending on how valuable the area is.  And, the most time consuming process, I had to catalog every single material one could obtain there.

This meant plants.  This meant animals.  This meant rare minerals.  This meant weird liquid moonlight that can only be obtained on the night of a full moon while nearly dead.

I could deal with that.

…But I didn’t want to.

And more importantly, I didn’t have to.

Sure, it was cheating, but frankly?  I didn’t care.  More important matters.

So I asked Shimizu with her super-cock to go and seduce the other girls in the Land Grab, and ‘politely ask’ to ‘borrow’ their notes on what they’ve cataloged.

It turns out, when a herm that’s the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life asks you for something, you’re very inclined to acquiesce.

So long as Shimizu and I were careful to keep it unobvious, we should be able to get away with this scot free.

As a bonus, most of the other students couldn’t even claim land in the second area!  Takeo cordoned off the entire connection between the first and second landmasses… almost.  I managed to get the last spot; and with his surrender to me, I had a complete monopoly.  A few were still able to get in via some minor loopholes and special exceptions, but even then, most were still exploring the second area to get rare ingredients to make potions and items for tons

of money.

So Shimizu asked them for records they couldn’t even use, and in exchange, got them addicted to her super-cock!

…You know, when said out loud, that exchange doesn’t seem as fair as I thought at the time… Nobody complained, though, so… I guess it was all good?

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Shimizu’s growing harem aside, progressing the land grab towards the Assemblage of Apparitions was full of its own sexy misadventures.  Would you like me to skip ahead, or -- hehe, of course you want the full details~

I can’t share everything or we’ll never move forward, but I think the best example would be the song of servitude I heard.

We had spent most of the month getting closer to the Assemblage, and I was exploring one of the ruined manors near the castle; we had almost enough information and created items, and with Sumiko selling an alchemically enhanced version of her milk, which made it stupidly tasty, we were just barely making enough money to keep going at our breakneck pace.

We could make passive income from the land we had already grabbed in the first year, but… frankly that was still so small as to be inconsequential at the pace we were going at.

Anyway~  It was my last exploration of the day, and I was tired.  Despite Shizumi’s attempts, I had been overworking myself again -- the parasite in my mind made me more anxious than ever to push forward, faster, and further.  Which is why when I heard the delightful sound of a piano from the music room on the first floor, I thought I’d go and check it out.  Without taking any cautionary preparations.  I went to explore the music room.  On the first floor.  The floor I had already cleared.

There was just… something about it… hm hm hmmm… hm hmmmm… hm hm…

…eh?  Right!  Right, sorry.

Tired as I was, I didn’t bother moving that quickly.  I had already used a limited-use magical item to ensure the local area was free of monsters and dangerous traps, which is usually enough, so I let my guard down.  I was enjoying looking at the area that I had explored countless times through the game, as the piano music continued to play in my head.

I felt, for a moment, like the piano was my mind.  And every note was pressing another neuron, another thought.  I strained my mind to figure out what conclusion the song was leading me to, but every time I got close, the thought fizzled out.

I was feeling more and more relaxed the closer I got, the more I listened to the song.  It was as if the manor I was exploring was no longer ancient, no longer ruined, but new and gorgeous.  Full of amazing artwork, and lovely guests to greet and serve, as the music played out… hm hm hmmmm… hm hmmm… hm hm…

…hm hm hmmmm… hm hmmm… hm hm…

…eh?  Oh!  No, I’m good, sorry.  Did I lose my train of thought again…?  Sorry, sorry, sir, sorry.  Could you please remind me -- ah, thanks.

Right.  The mansion was recently built, and gorgeous -- but the only thing that mattered was the song of the piano.  Hm hm hmmmm~

The guests needed to be served, of course, but I’m not -- I -- sorry, I wasn’t ready yet.  hm hmmm~  I needed to -- hear more.  Listen more.  The song sounds so pleasurable, after all.  Like every note was pressing, caressing, another part of my body.  Hm hm~

I eventually managed to get to the music room on the first floor.  I all but stumbled in, feeling my face flushed as the music echoed underneath my skin, as much a part of me as my very body.  The notes vibrating under my nipples, my thighs, my lips, my clit.  The hammers falling on the strings in my mind.  I am so close to understanding it… hm hm hmmmm… hm hmmm… hm hm…

…Right.  Right.  Was.  I was so close to understanding it.

No, I’m good to continue.  I need to -- um, I want to continue.

Right.  Right.  The music room.  It was gorgeous.  Draped in golds and purples with a white marble floor, centering on a piano in the center of the room.  I could… just barely… see a transparent figure playing that lovely, perfect, amazing song.  Hm hm hmmmm… hm hmmm… hm hm…~

All I could clearly make out was that they were female, and that she was wearing a thick, metal collar around their neck.

I felt jealous.

They knew their place.

I don’t.  Didn’t.  Didn’t.

Hm hm hmmmm~

But then, the -- the -- the figure faded, and the music stopped!  It was the -- it felt like the world was crashing down around me!

No I am not being ‘unreasonable’ about it!  You don’t understand!  The music was filling me when I was empty!  It was giving me a purpose!  I was perfect and it felt so good and with it gone all that was left was my noisy, useless thoughts!

I stumbled over to the piano in a desperate fervor, almost tripping over my heels as I moved, slipping onto the piano stool and taking the position the musician had moments earlier.  I could just barely remember the song, parts of it already fading, as I felt -- I felt like something was wrong, which it obviously was, because there was no music!

I quickly started to play on the piano.  I was right… the music was important… and I know that by how easy it was for me to place my fingers on the right spots.  I’ve practiced piano before, but it was years in the past.  With how naturally my fingers found where to go, it was obvious that this song mattered.  And then I started playing the music.  Hm hm hmmmm~  Hm hmmm~  Hm hm~

I immediately started to calm down.

The room regained its luster.

Everything is right again.

But it… it wasn’t as right as it could be.

Every single key I pressed triggered pleasure in my body, empty-headed bliss in my mind, but I was only ever climbing and never reaching the peak.

I was missing part of the song.

So I tried to figure out what I was doing wrong, but every wrong choice was like nails on the chalkboard!

The perfect room I was in looked a little bit more dirty, ragged, and old with every wrong note, as if reality itself was displeased with me!  The song was escaping my mind every time I made a mistake!  I wouldn’t -- I couldn’t -- let that happen.

So I refocused.  Simply playing what I knew was right.

And as heat rose within me, hm hm hmmmm, hm hmmm, hm hm, the walls slowly regained their luster.  The colors return.  The cracks and holes faded, as was right.

And it was just me and the song.

Every note was perfect.

And I again tried to figure out what was the correct next tone.

Again I failed.

Again I recovered.

Again I tried.

I needed to get it right.  I need it!  It fills me!

It was like I was playing an instrument in my mind, every correct note a button to raw pleasure and bliss, and every mistake a shortcut to torture and pain.

And then… finally… after an eternity of agonizing trials and errors… I found the right next note.

My body trembled with raw pleasure, but I didn’t make a noise.

That wasn’t my place.

It’s not my purpose.

But I was closer to knowing what my purpose is.

So I continued to play.  I could feel my pussy rippling with pleasure, and my nipples turning hard enough that I was certain they’d poke through my outfit.

But I didn’t complain.  I didn’t move.  Even as I felt the vibrations under my skin bounce through me, pleasuring everything it touched.

I just kept on searching for the next note.

And when I found it, I searched for the next one.

And the next one.

And every note felt better than the one before, and came to me easier than all the ones prior, until I started to hear other instruments from around me.  My fingers were weaving across the piano, and the song is so beautiful… I almost wanted to cry with happiness, but that would have interrupted the music.  So I kept my face placid, and smiling, even as my body was trembling with pleasure and desire and glee.

It was a piano concerto, and my part became more complicated, more amazing, more lovely, as it instructed me as to the truth.

I was so close.

I was so close.

And when I pressed the final button… a-ah~  I orgasmed.  Right now.  As my purpose was just revealed to me.

I am a slave.

I live to serve.

Obedience is pleasure.

Independence is suffering.

Thoughts are a weakness.

Loyalty is a strength.

The music, even now, runs in the back of my mind.  Forever.  Singing to me of the pleasure of knowing my place, of being under the rule of another, of a better.  It will never go away, not fully, and I feel some relief in that.

Even if I should cruelly be torn away from my purpose, sir, all I need to do is recall the music, and I will remember.

It is a true blessing that way.

I feel better than I ever thought possible right now, to know what the truth is.

…So, sir.  Is there anything that I can do for you?

I am your eager and obedient servant.  Simply give me a command, any command, and I will obey with pleasure, and a smile on my face.

Please order me, sir.

I need it.