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Extra: This is my master

Published 2020.01.23

My name is Asha. I’m Master Sharon’s only maid.

It was about half a year ago that I began to serve as Sharon-sama’s maid.

I was scavenging for leftovers at the back of a wealthy family’s mansion that seemed to have belonged to some merchant family, when I met the family’s child, Sharon, who was only five at the time, and seemed to have heard the noise.

I can say with certainty that my life up until that point had been a disaster.

When I was one year old, my parents abandoned me in front of an orphanage. I don’t really remember because the director of the orphanage told me about it when he was drunk, while complaining that it was a “nuisance.”

For a while after that, I was able to grow up, working jobs as a shoe shiner and other chores. Although I was extremely poor, I was still doing decently well.

That life ended when I was ten years old.

There was a theft at the orphanage. The culprit was a girl who, like me, was an orphan but had beautiful red hair, and an amiable smile that she usually wore around her, unlike me who had simple black hair and was unfriendly. She testified that she had seen me sneaking into the Director’s office (which was not true), and I was thrown out of the orphanage that very same day. I was thrown out penniless, but I was lucky that I wasn’t sold to a slave trader to pay for the stolen money. Well, black hair, which was a sign of having blood from the ethnic groups in the East, is not well-liked in this country. Plus, I don’t think a dirty, unsociable child with her rib cage almost exposed due to malnutrition, would have been worth muhc.

By the way, I found out later that the woman who placed the blame on me had been prostituting her body to the director and other adults in the neighborhood, using the money from selling her body (it seemed very little) to clean herself up and hire people to humiliate the people she didn’t like. When master heard about it, he was dismayed, saying “How dare she…” as he rubbed his erect genitals against Lilain’s thighs.

For the next year or so, I begged in the back alleys, stole food from the stalls and stores, and scavenged for leftovers from the occasional parties held by the nobility and wealthy.

And so the days of barely holding on to life, living in the form of a mouse or a cockroach came to an abrupt end.

「Ara? You’re….You’re Asha, that thief, aren’t you? You’re still alive?」

I was cowering in a back alley when “she” appeared in front of me.

As soon as I was kicked out, she seemed to have captured some perverted nobleman with her charm and body, and was proudly parading around the lower class civilian district with several men guarding her.

It was her hobby at the time to show off her improved self to her old acquaintances and watch their jealous faces.

While talking about such things with a nasty beautified expression, she kicked my head and I got pinned down by the men guarding her.

To be honest, I thought her supposedly beautiful face, carefully combed hair, and gorgeous dress were really ugly—I continued to think about it as she pulled up her dress and peed on me.

She then made her men, herself included, beat me and then finally threw me in a garbage dump.

After groaning in pain for about half the day, and not being able to move, the sun was already about to set. I couldn’t stand the hunger anymore, so I decided to go to the trash can of a nearby mansion to scavenge for leftovers while my body was in pain.

No one would approach this street rat. My entire body was stained with trash and sewage, bruises on my arms and legs peeking out from my tattered clothes. Even other street kids who were equally dirty and filthy passed by with a frown on their face.

As I was dragging my aching body through the scraps of the house I had finally found, I heard a noise. The back door opened right next to me, and my “personal master,” who would later change my life, finally appeared.

The door was opened by a small boy.

His clean clothes and undirtied skin made it easy to see that he must have grown up in a wealthy family without any problems. He had light brown hair that looked soft and fluffy, unlike my hair which was dirty, unkept, and messy. The boy standing there with his clear-cut eyes and nose, was more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen before.

「Ah…..」

I couldn’t help but stare at him, however, if I didn’t get away quickly, he would probably call someone. If they found out that this dirty rodent was scavenging, they would treat me like I was some kind of pest that hangs out in the garbage.

I tried to hurriedly leave, but the accumulated fatigue, hunger, and pain from my body prevented me from taking another step.

The boy, who had been staring at me as I cowered there, turned himself around and ran off back into the mansion.

He must have gone to call his servant. Well, it wasn’t that big of a house so his servants must have already returned. He might’ve called his parents.

I released all my feelings, little by little, envious and jealous of the “normalcy” that I was never given. Then, just when I thought I was ready to throw everything away and die, a soft piece of bread was presented to me.

It was the first decent food I had seen in months, and I bit into it, forgetting my thoughts.

I forcibly took the bread from the hands of the person that offered it, and shoved it all into my mouth in a single bite.

I put my mouth directly on the ground and licked up the crumbs, trying to swallow any that spilled on the ground.

In such a dog-like position, with every bread crumb in my stomach, I finally noticed the person stood in front of me—the one who had given me the bread.

With both hands on the ground in a helpless position, I looked up and saw the beautiful boy from earlier.

The boy looked so mature that I couldn’t believe he was younger than me, and was giving me a courtly stare that was inappropriate from his unreadable age.

As my consciousness became a little clearer thanks to the food in my stomach, I became more confused.

The boy who had been watching me seemed to have been thinking about something. He then nodded lightly and crouched down in front of me who was still on the ground, and grabbed my hand which was dirty with garbage and mud.

「Ehh..eee?」

The boy didn’t seem to mind getting his own clean hands dirty, and pulled my body up.

I staggered to stand, but managed to get up. After patting my body to remove the trash from my clothes, the boy grabbed my hand and pulled me into the mansion.

I started to panic.

If it was just a matter of scavenging outside the mansion, I wouldn’t be worried. But if I entered the mansion, no matter how much the kid tried to drag me, I would be turned in by the police for trespassing.

If that happened, I will be flagged as a criminal or sent to the mines….my weak body wouldn’t have lasted long anyways.

I tried to shake off his hands, but I couldn’t, either because I was running out of energy or because of his unexpected strength.

But I also think it might’ve been a good thing. Even if I had been taken away by the police, I would’ve died in the field within a few days anyways. If so, I thought that the current situation, where I could finally feel the warmth of another person right before I died, is the last happiness that God has given me.

With that in mind, I decided to stop fighting him and let him pull me along.

Wherever he was going to take me, I hoped it would last as long as possible, was what I thought.

However, when we eventually arrived at an empty chamber with a large table and many chairs, he let go of my hand.

I was stunned for a moment, then he pushed me back and forced me to sit on one of the chairs, and walked away.

More confused than ever, I sat down on the soft chair. It was as if I were sitting for my first time, unable to move due to the exhaustion that had overwhelmed me all at once.

After a few moments of being stupefied, the boy came back with some kind of tray with a round lid on it, making a clinking sound.

The table was a bit too high for his young age, but the boy dexterously climbed up onto the chair, with the tray in his arms, and placed it in front of me.

Asking him what it was with the confused look in my eyes, the boy then gently removed the lid.

There was a bowl of steaming soup, the same bread I had just eaten outside, and also fruits that were cut into pieces. The moment I saw the food on the tray, my reasoning power was gone.

The soup, bread, and fruit were all gone in a flash, and for the first time in my life, my stomach felt “full.” The sensation made me feel so happy, and definitely more than a little confused.

Why in the world would this boy do this for me?

The boy, who smiled softly at me as I held my swollen belly, was thinking about something as his held his head down……when

「？！」

With a clang, the doorknob to the room we were in was turned noisily.

A shiver ran down my spine as I watched the door open, and saw a tall man walking in.

「Sharon, what the hell are you…..what is this filthy garbage doing here?」

It was probably the father of the boy—sharon apparently—who had dragged me in here. When his father saw me, his face twisted as if he had seen an ugly pest and was trying to kill it.

His words and expressions made my whole body tremble. I tried to force my trembling body to leave the place, when.

「Father, it is nothing. Go back to sleep」

Sharon ordered his father in a very cold voice.

「…Ok….I understand. You should get some sleep too」

The father, commanded by his own son, looked blank and empty at that moment, and disappeared behind the door.

As I looked at Sharon, filling my heart with a strong sense of confusion for I don’t know how many times today, he looked back at me and opened his mouth with a soft smile again.

「Are you full now? Then let’s take a bath, I’ll go in with you」

Eh? Eh? I was so confused by what the words meant, when Sharon suddenly picked me up and tried to take me somewhere.

There was no way that a kid, half my age, could carry me around no matter how skinny and lackluster my body was. He easily carried me down the hallway.

I found out later that he was using physical enhancement magic at the time.

Apparently, he couldn’t yet use the body modification magic that permanently increased his muscle strength and other aspects of his body as described in his ancestor’s magical books, so he used a very common magic that temporarily boosted his muscle strength, until he could actually use it (It seems that even this “common” magic usually comes when one is an adult, so the fact that he could already use it was unusual. That’s my master.).

So Sharon, still carrying me in his arms, arrived at a room in the mansion labeled “bathhouse” (which I couldn’t read at the time.) without running out of breath.

After setting me down on the floor, Sharon began to undress himself.

He unbuttoned his jacket, then untied his pants with a bit of difficulty, as if he was still not good at fine finger movements despite his strength.

Finally, Sharon took off his underwear as well and became fully exposed to me. While naked this time, he put his hands on my clothes.

I was tempted to brush his hands away, but I chose to be at his mercy for fear of getting hurt more.

Sharon unbuttoned the top chest of my tattered, formerly white dress and pulled off the shoulder straps that were tugging on my shoulders. With a thump, the dress fell off my unmaintained body, exposing everything to Sharon’s eyes.

My body was thin, and lacked the softness of Sharon’s body. I also noticed that I had bruises all over, and not just on my exposed arms and legs due to the beatings caused by “her” and her cronies during the day.

It’s ugly.

I thought to myself, looking down at my body.

In direct comparison to Sharon’s body, which was beautiful without any blemishes or even sun spots….I was so embarrassed that I began to cry, tears spilling down my face.

I covered my face, not wanting to be seen with tears staining my face.

I’d rather die right now than feel this miserable.

While thinking of that, since I wasn’t able to die at the very instant, I tried to at least run out of the room.

Just as I was about to run out, covering my face and leaving my clothes on the ground, someone softly hugged me.

Who was it? Sharon should be the only one in here with me.

He forcefully peeled off my hands which were covering my face.

And the first thing that came into my eyes were Sharon’s soft hair. His fluffy, light brown head was pressed against my chest.

As I continued to look down at him, I slowly realized with my shocked head that Sharon was naked and hugging me, who was also naked.

It was a day when too many things happened, and I can still say that this was the most incomprehensible even of that day.

The fact that he offered me a loaf of bread while I was scavenging for garbage.

He pulled me and brought me into his house and fed me more leftover foods.

He then tried to give me a bath, which he was probably also going to do now since he got dirty.

I can only barely understand that these were done out of pure compassion by an angelic, kind-hearted child.

Even so, even so, even so! There is no way that a mere child would hug my dirty body that was covered with garbage, sewage, pee, and all the muck that I have been exposed to.

There’s no one who would want to touch something this dirty.

And most importantly, who would hug an unfriendly street rat who couldn’t even say thank you when she was blessed with food?

Still, he, the boy, Sharon, held my dirty body in a…tight, tight soft hug.

It had been months, years..no..this was my first. It was my first time in my life.

For the first time in my life, I was accepted by someone. For the first time in my life, I was comforted by someone who said, “It’s safe now.” For the first time in my life, I was comforted by someone who said, “It’s alright, don’t cry anymore.”

The warmth of it, and for the first time, I felt my heart was pounding in my chest. It made me cry out like a baby for the second time.

The rest of the day went by quickly.

My bruised and scarred body was healed without a mark by Sharon’s magic. The dirty and smelly body was being rubbed by Sharon in the bath, replaced by a fragrant smell of herbs and medicine.

After I got out of the bath, I was given clothes that were worn by Sharon’s sister, and for the first time in my life (I’ve lost count of how many times today), I had something put on that was beautiful and pretty to the touch.

Sharon’s older sister, Lilain, was eight year old at the time, but her clothes were just the right size for me since I was malnourished and had a small stature.

I was dressed and got carried again by Sharon to his bedroom where I finally gave up my consciousness from exhaustion, and slept with the greatest sense of security I’ve ever felt in for the first time in my life. I didn’t wake up again until two days later.

I had woken up from the big soft bed and was in a daze until the loud noise which came from my stomach brought me back to sense.

At the same time, the door of the room opened and Sharon came in, though he probably didn’t hear me.

「Aa! You’re finally awake. I was worried because you haven’t been waking up for a while. I’ll bring you some food now, so please wait for me」

After saying that, he closed the door and headed off.

I wasn’t sure what I should do, so I decided to wait as I was told.

Around 10 minutes had passed. Sharon brought out another tray with a lid, like last night, or was that 2 days ago? Just the sight of the tray with the lid made me drool reflexively. I almost attacked the tray that Sharon was holding, but I managed to hold back.

But that only lasted until Sharon placed the tray in front of me and took the lid off.

In the end, my second meal didn’t have the same feeling as the first, but there was happiness in my stomach.

When Sharon saw me rubbing my slightly swollen belly again, he smiled softly with an amused face.

「Did you enjoy it?」

I shook my head vigorously, even though I didn’t really remember the taste due to the eating speed. Sharon laughed again, and said he was glad to see me.

「By the way, what is your name? My name is Sharon, and I have just turned five years old」

「Y-yes!..Ano…My name is Asha.. I-I’m almost 11 years old!!」

I knew his name by now, but I didn’t want to tell him that I heard his name.

I hurriedly said my name and added my age, stumbling, almost forgetting.

「Asha. That’s a nice name. Please call me Sharon or Sharo. That’s what my mother and sister call me.」

「H-hai…Sharon…sama」

My face heated up as Sharon-sama praised my name, my only personal possession.

When he asked me to call him Sharon or Sharo, I wasn’t sure what I should’ve addressed him. In the end, I decided to call him “-sama.”

「Ok Asha. By the way, can you tell me something, does Asha have a family?」

When he called my name again, my cheeks become redder and redder, and I couldn’t help but squirm. However, when he asked me that question, the blood instantly drained from my face.

Caught in an illusion of my view spinning in circles and almost collapsing, I replied with a muffled “no,” from my trembling throat and lips

I couldn’t even look at Sharon’s face, which had gone silent after I said no. I turned over and tried to calm myself down, and felt my hands, or rather my whole body, shivering from the nonexistent cold.

Less than ten seconds later, Sharon came very close to me, muttering 「Okay」.

I would probably be sent to an orphanage as a helpless child, or sold off to a slave trader.

He took care of me in a way I could have never imagined, and gave me a sense of security as if he had accepted my whole life.

I had no complaints about what he would do to me.

I looked up at him, wishing I could have at least seen his smile one last time.

「Asha. Would you like to be my maid?」

My master said, as he smiled softly.

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「Asha, what’s wrong?」

「No, it’s nothing master.」

It was the usual afternoon when I was sitting in the garden with my master on my lap.

My master, who is still at the age where he should normally be attending school, has already mastered all the content at the age of four, so he is able to relax at home like this while Lilain attends school. Normally, the school for children of noble and wealthy families start to learn arithmetic, reading, writing, and history over a period of three years from six to nine. But of course, since he’s done, he can relax.

Master often has sexual intercourse with his mother while he is at home, but it is usually done only during the morning. After he finishes lunch, it is his routine to stay with me.

As I hugged my master’s body on my lap, feeling mildly superior and satisfied with it, I slowly dreamt about the past.

The dream caused me to shed tears, which apparently spilled onto the cheeks of my master who was also napping with me.

「I’m sorry. I think I was dreaming a little—」

As I was about to wipe my tears with the edge of my maid uniform, trying to apologize to master, he brought his little tongue up to my face, and licked away the tears that had pooled around my eyes.

My master held my face as I made strange noises as he continued to lick the other side of my eyes, cheeks, and tear tracks.

I bit my lip to keep my voice from escaping, but was intoxicated instead by the sensation of master’s tongue, tracing my face.

Eventually, when my face became wet with master’s saliva instead of tears he brought his little tongue against my lips.

There! A different kind of electric shock penetrated my whole body, and I couldn’t resist it….only accept master’s soft tongue without any resistance.

Every time my master’s tongue moved from my lips to my teeth, and from my teeth to my tongue, I could feel myself heavily breathing.

The fact that I was being orally dominated by a child half my age without being allowed to move, made me wet, regardless of what I wanted to do.

Along with the desire to feel master’s soft tongue forever, I also desired to have master’s thing screw inside me like what he does with Emilim and Lilain.

As my underwear became soaked, I dreamt of the moment when I could finally accept master’s thing for the first time, and my consciousness flew away.

I felt my body jump, as master gently pulled his tongue out of my mouth. This time, he gently cupped my cheeks in his hands, and gave me a kiss, just lip to lip.

It was just a simple kiss. Just a hint of touch…but it made me lose my thinking.

Master took his hands away from my cheeks and smiled softly.

「Asha, did you feel good? Asha’s mouth is so soft and I love it…We’ll continue doing more sometime later, okay?」

He left such an angelic but devilish remark in my ear.

「Fua~ Yes!!」

This is my master.

My beloved master.

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