NOVEL WEB Chapter 192: Confessions
Morning bled in through the tall chamber windows, soft and golden, bathing Allen's room in a muted hush. But there was no peace.
The room still smelled like last night—sweat, spit, tears, sex. Fina stirred first, curling against Allen's chest, her leg slung over his hip, her skin warm and damp with sleep. Rinni was already awake, her cheek pressed to Allen's thigh, watching him with a lazy, sly smile, like she was thinking filthy things but hadn't decided whether to act on them yet. Elira lay at the foot of the bed, curled like a housecat in heat, body covered in dried messages and spit-streaks, face soft and dreamy.
Allen sat up slowly, his hair a tousled mess, his cock half-hard just from the way the air kissed his skin. The room was too quiet. The kneeling maids hadn't moved all night, staying where they were told until their bodies grew numb. Brin's legs trembled as Allen stood and walked past them, his cock bobbing gently, the girls' eyes glued to it like it held every answer they didn't know they needed.
"You can stretch," he said without turning. "But don't talk. Not yet."
They obeyed instantly—arms raised, backs arched, but not a sound.
Allen dipped a cloth into the basin of water near the window, wiping his face, then his chest. He didn't look back at the girls. "Today's the day you confess. One by one. Loud enough for everyone to hear."
Calla flinched.
"Fina," Allen murmured, "wake them up."
Fina slid off the bed like a shadow and moved to the girls, crouching behind Mira first, whispering something in her ear that made Mira nod, lip trembling. Then Tessa. Then Niva, whose thighs still bore bruises from being edged for hours. Then Calla, and lastly Brin, who wouldn't meet her eyes.
Fina returned, lips twitching in amusement. "They're scared."
"They should be," Allen said.
He turned to face them now, towel slung over his shoulder, cock swinging freely. "You want to be owned? Want to be marked? Then you bare more than your cunt. You bare your soul. Or you get nothing."
The air tightened.
Rinni rose behind him, humming softly, stretching her arms up before flopping onto a pillow. "Ooh, this is gonna be juicy."
"Calla," Allen said.
The freckled girl jerked like she'd been shocked, then crawled forward on all fours. Her knees scraped the floor. Her nipples were already hard.
"Speak."
She licked her lips. "I… I used to sneak into the laundry room during rotation and—"
"Louder."
"I used to sneak into the laundry room during rotation," she said louder, face going red. "And… rub my cunt against Lady Rhelgar's bath towels. I liked the way they smelled. I… I came on them. A lot."
Rinni cackled. Fina raised an eyebrow.
Allen didn't blink. "Did she ever find out?"
Calla shook her head. "No, Master. But I did it for months."
"Next towel you use will be one I've used to clean myself. You'll sleep with it wrapped around your face. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Go to the mirror. Write it across your belly."
Calla got up slowly, picked up the ink stick, and began writing I RUBBED MY SLUTTY CUNT ON RHELGAR'S TOWELS across her pale stomach.
"Mira," Allen said without even pausing.
The curvy girl had tears in her eyes already. "When the Rhelgar boys… they made us kneel in the library sometimes. While they read."
Allen tilted his head. "And?"
"I liked it. When they ignored me. When they… talked about politics like I wasn't there. I liked being furniture. I still do."
Allen walked over to her, gripped her chin. "You are furniture. But now, you belong to a better house."
"Yes, Master."
"Go. Write it on your thighs. FURNITURE SLUT. Big letters."
Her fingers trembled as she obeyed.
"Tessa," Allen said.
She gasped, then crawled forward like her knees were broken glass.
"I…" She looked like she was on the verge of vomiting.
Allen raised a hand. "No lies. No modesty. Or you get the itching leaf again."
Tessa squealed, hands shaking. "I used to wet myself on purpose! In my bed. Just to get punished. The maids would call me names and beat my thighs and I… I loved it. I still do."
Silence fell.
Then Rinni laughed, sliding off the bed. "A little piss princess! Cute."
Allen nodded. "No more peeing in beds. Now you ask permission. And if I say yes, you do it in front of everyone."
Tessa buried her face in her hands but nodded.
"Write it on your back. Big. PISS SLUT. You'll go without clothes for the next two days."
"Yes, Master," she sobbed.
Allen's cock twitched.
"Niva."
The redhead was already weeping before she even crawled forward. Her body had started to memorize this ritual—each crawl, each word.
"I let a dog lick me," she whispered. "Once. When I was sixteen. I let it keep going. I made it keep going. I came."
Rinni's mouth dropped. "Holy shit."
Fina didn't flinch.
Allen nodded slowly. "You'll bark for your meals for a week."
Niva gasped. "Yes, Master."
"Write it across your chest. Big and bold. DOG TOY."
She obeyed.
"Brin."
The sharp-jawed girl didn't even try to crawl. She stood. Steady. Proud.
"I let the Rhelgar daughter fuck me with a silver scepter. I begged her to call me 'nothing.' I made her hit me with it. Then I thanked her."
Allen stepped toward her, eyes hard.
"And what are you now?"
She smiled. "Nothing, Master."
He leaned in, whispering at her ear. "Then prove it. Strip. Fully. Spread your ass. And show them what nothing looks like."
Brin dropped her gown, turned, and bent over.
Allen smirked. "Write NOTHING across each cheek. Permanent ink. You're mine now."
"Yes, Master."
By the end, the girls stood trembling—bodies inked in shame, heads bowed, minds in tatters.
Allen took in the sight like a king surveying his throne room.
Then he turned to Fina. "Bring in the council. Let them see what real loyalty looks like."
Fina smirked, already halfway to the door.
The next chapter wouldn't be quiet.
And Allen was ready to make them watch.