Reincarnated in a Eroge Game With a SSS-Rank Taming System-Chapter 27: Step - A Very "Tense" Discussion With Lady Morgana

I entered the room as Morgana looked at me with a frown, wondering what was happening.

After all, I had never spoken to her in such a way. I was her servant; no single servant would be acting this way with her "Master."

But it was time for her to understand that things had changed since she had picked me up from the Slave Prison. It was time to show her who the real Master was.

"Sit," I said coldly.

It wasn’t a request. It was an order.

It was time to put that title of hers to good use.

She was a hidden masochist, the system had told me. It was time to make her realize that she was one.

Without saying another word, she took a seat like a good girl.

"W-What’s happening?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, clearly unsure of what was going on right now.

"What happened yesterday? The way you looked at me as if you were mad at me for talking to another woman. The way you acted when Sariah came to see you about Romie. I want it to stop."

"B-But... you’re mine. I-I don’t want you to talk to other women," she replied in a low tone, barely raising her voice.

I just smirked internally. She was already within my grasp. She was no longer acting as if she could control me, and that was good to know. After all, I was the one who had tamed her. It was only normal for her to act this way. But it still wasn’t enough.

"I will do what I want. I’m your Master. Remember?"

She just gulped as I sat next to her. It seemed that being so close to me was already influencing her mind as our hips brushed against each other.

"B-But..."

"No buts."

"I’m your Master, right?"

"I-I..."

I cut her off again.

I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to realize her new position.

"I’m your Master, right?"

She took a few seconds, staying silent. But then, she finally opened her mouth again, and this time, there was no hesitation in her response.

"Y-Yes... you’re my Master."

I smirked.

I had done it. I had "broken" her. Still, I needed to push even further. I needed to make sure that she wouldn’t do anything against me.

"And how does one act toward their Master?"

"They listen and do what they’re told."

I patted her head to congratulate her. "Good answer. That’s exactly right. You listen to my every word."

It was funny to see Morgana, a noblewoman, being so docile. But it only meant that my system and my skill were that efficient.

Still, it seemed she wanted more than a little pat on the head, as I noticed her blush deepening.

"Do you have something to say?" I asked with a smile, as I had a good idea of what she wanted.

"C-Can Master give me a reward for listening?"

I smiled as I felt her breathing becoming more ragged by the second, her heart beating louder. It seemed that she hadn’t gotten enough from the past days. She wanted more.

That horny little noble.

I didn’t think that an older woman would be so needy. But it seemed that I was wrong.

I leaned in slowly, letting the silence wrap tightly around us. Her eyes widened slightly as my fingers brushed her cheek—light, teasing, enough to make her lean into the touch like a cat begging for more.

"Reward, hmm?" I whispered near her ear, watching her shiver as goosebumps trailed across her skin. "Did you really do so well that you deserve one, Morgana?"

She nodded immediately, her voice catching in her throat before she managed a weak, "Y-Yes... I did."

I chuckled softly, my hand sliding from her cheek down to her neck, then to her collarbone, tracing the shape of it slowly with my thumb.

"Then prove it. Prove you’re worth a reward."

Her lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she looked at me, those deep, stormy eyes filled with need, longing—and more importantly, obedience.

"I-I admitted you’re my Master... I said I’d obey... I didn’t fight back. I want to be good..."

"You want to be good?" I said with a smirk, grabbing her chin between my fingers and forcing her to look up at me. "Then act like it."

She flushed at the command. Her breath was shaky, but she nodded again. Then, slowly, carefully, she lowered herself from the edge of the bed and sank to her knees in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine. There was no shame in her movements—only reverence.

"Good girl," I praised, running my hand through her silky white hair. "You look so pretty down there. Like you belong at my feet."

She bit her bottom lip, her thighs squeezing together subtly. I noticed, of course. Every twitch of her body betrayed her.

"Tell me what you are," I demanded gently, my fingers now tracing down her jawline.

"I’m... I’m Master’s girl... Master’s good girl..."

"Louder."

"I’m Master’s good girl!" she nearly cried out, red-faced with desperation. "I just want to please you..."

Gods, the system hadn’t lied. She thrived on this dynamic—on being tamed, controlled, owned. She wasn’t pretending. She wanted this. Her voice trembled with lust, but her posture was perfect—submissive and eager.

I leaned forward, placing a kiss on her forehead, my hand now caressing her throat with just enough pressure to make her breathing hitch.

"You did well," I whispered. "And for that... you’ll get your reward."

Her eyes sparkled with hope and raw need.

I reached down, pulling her gently up onto the bed and placing her on my lap, straddling me. My hands slid up her sides, feeling her shudder in my grip. I tilted her chin up with two fingers, brushing my lips against hers—but never fully kissing her. Just a ghost of contact. Enough to make her ache for more.

"You don’t get what you want until I say so," I whispered against her lips.

"Y-Yes, Master..."

I slid one hand beneath the hem of her dress, fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh, stopping just before her most sensitive spot. Her breathing was ragged now, her hips twitching forward on instinct.

"You’re so sensitive, Morgana. Just a little teasing and you’re already falling apart."

She whimpered, her body trembling with restraint.

"I... I want you so bad..."

"And you’ll get me," I said, lowering my voice. "When you earn it."

She bit her lip hard, trying not to moan at the delicious torture.

"Please... I’ll do anything. Anything you want..."

"Anything?"

"Yes, Master..."

I pressed a single kiss to the side of her neck, then bit down—gently at first, then harder, until I felt her body arch against mine. She was panting now, her voice nearly breaking.

"You’re mine," I whispered. "And no one else gets to look at you like this. No one else gets to touch you like this. Only me."

"Only you," she echoed in a breathless moan. "I’m only yours..."

I wrapped my arms around her and flipped her onto her back, straddling her now. Her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, I leaned down, barely an inch from her lips.

"I’ll reward you, Morgana. But remember, you’re not allowed to finish until I say so."

"Y-Yes, Master..."

"Because your pleasure..." I whispered, brushing my lips down the column of her throat, "...belongs to me."