Vol 3 Chapter 39 – Something’s Wrong with Me, Master…♡【Vol 3: Torte the Dog-Eared Girl Ar】

“Done! Dishes are all clean-o!”

“Thanks. You’re impressively fast, as always.”

“Tee-hee. Okay, next I’ll go tidy up the rooms!”

“Huh? Why don’t you take a little break first? You’ve been at it since morning.”

“I’m totally fine! Torte loves cleaning!”

Before I could stop her, the dog-eared girl was already gone, her maid skirt swishing as she pattered down the hall.

(Seriously…? Isn’t she pushing herself too hard?)

Even if she said she was fine, piling everything onto one person wasn’t right.

“At least let me split the work with her…”

I grabbed the cleaning supplies and got to work tidying the rooms on my end, moving briskly through each one.

“That should do it.”

Having finished my share, I was heading back to the dining room when—

“…ngh… u-ugh…”

A faint, pained sound drifted from the direction of the bedroom.

I didn’t even need to strain my ears to know it was Torte.

(What—!?)

Something cold crawled up my spine. I rushed to the bedroom door and pushed it open.

“Torte?!”

She was curled up on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest.

Both hands were pressed tightly against her chest, her shoulders heaving with labored breaths.

“Hah… hah…”

“W-What happened?! Are you in pain somewhere?”

I crouched down beside the bed and called out to her. Torte kept her hands pressed to her chest and gave a small, strained shake of her head.

“…the smell…”

“The smell?”

The word sent a chill straight through me.

This bed was where I’d spent the entire night with Eclair.

Of course, it had absorbed everything—the sweat, the warmth… all of it. I’d meant to wash the sheets afterward, but the morning rush had completely wiped it from my mind.

(Damn it…!)

Beastkin were sensitive to scent. The very first time I’d met Eclair, my smell had been enough to push her into heat. And Torte, being of the dog-eared tribe, would have an even sharper sense of smell than most.

If she caught a whiff of this…

“Master…♡ Something’s wrong with Torte…♡ My chest feels so… hot… hah, hah…♡”

She looked up at me with glistening eyes—and nothing in her expression resembled the innocent puppy-like girl I knew. Her cheeks were flushed a soft rose, and her eyes had taken on a hazy, drowsy warmth.

“W-Wait, Torte. First, let’s get you out of here—”

Before I could finish, she swayed forward and clutched onto my chest like she was barely keeping herself upright.

“Master… your smell…♡”

Her small fingers curled into my shirt.

Even through the fabric, I could feel how fast her heart was pounding.

“Please, Master…♡ Help me… please…♡”

Those glassy eyes gazing up at me—pleading, desperate.

I swallowed hard.

Vol 3 Chapter 40 – I’ve Never Felt Anything Like This Before…♡【Vol 3: Torte the Dog-Eared Girl Ar】

I sat down on the edge of the bed and gently drew Torte against my chest, my arms wrapping around her from behind.

That alone was enough to make the dog-eared beastkin girl flinch with a small, startled shiver.

I tightened my hold slowly, carefully—like I was cradling something that might break—and spoke softly to her.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-No… not exactly…”

Torte answered in a trembling voice.

Her shoulders quivered in tiny, rapid pulses, and hot breath spilled from her lips in an unbroken stream. She looked like she was really suffering.

For her, this was something she’d never felt before—a sensation with no name, no explanation. Of course, she was frightened.

“Master…♡ Something feels wrong with Torte…♡ My chest is going ba-dump, ba-dump, and my whole body feels so hot… Did Torte get sick?”

“…You’re okay. It’s not an illness.”

She was terrified of what was happening to her own body.

At this point, there was no use trying to soften it. Better to be honest.

“I think Milfy-san told you a little, but—you’ve been hit by a ‘heat curse.'”

“A heat… curse? Torte doesn’t really understand what that means.”

“It’s what makes your body feel hot like this, all restless and unsettled.”

“O-Oh… Is that bad? Did Torte become a bad girl?”

“Torte hasn’t done anything wrong. This is entirely the curse’s fault. I’m going to break it for you—it might feel a little surprising, but I need you to trust me.”

I kept my voice as calm and steady as I could.

Torte’s brow creased with worry, but she gave a small, quiet nod. “…Okay.”

(First things first—I need to help her relax.)

I gently rubbed her back through her apron.

“Mmph…”

Some of the tension drained from Torte’s body. Her ragged breathing grew deeper, warmer.

A thin sheen of sweat glistened along the nape of her neck.

The trapped heat was probably making everything worse.

“Torte. Would it be alright if I loosened your clothes a little?”

“Fweh…? Y-Yes… Torte was feeling hot anyway, so…”

I slowly unhooked the apron straps from her shoulders.

The black blouse beneath came into view, and I reached for the buttons running down the front.

I undid them one by one, starting from the top.

Torte made no move to stop me—she simply watched my hands with wide, glistening eyes.

Then I reached the button on her chest.

Ba-fwump!

“Wha—?!”

The soft, full curves that had been pressing against the constricting fabric sprang free, announcing themselves with unmistakable enthusiasm.

(W-What the…!)

Nothing about Torte’s girlish, innocent face had prepared me for this. The lush, ripe figure before me was something else entirely.

She wasn’t quite in Milfy-san’s extraordinary league—but what was right in front of me right now was more than enough to hold my gaze completely.

I was still staring when Torte turned and glanced at me shyly.

“W-What’s wrong, Master…?”

“O-Oh, I, um… They’re just… bigger than I expected. Your, uh. Chest.”

Torte looked down at herself and murmured in a dazed sort of voice:

“Before, they were about the same size as El-sis… but lately they’ve been growing a lot. This outfit was bought before that happened, so my chest has been all squished…”

“I-Is that so…”

It was true—in her maid uniform, I’d never have guessed. The compression must have made it even more uncomfortable than it already was.

No wonder she’d been struggling to breathe.

Torte placed her hands over herself shyly and asked in a small voice:

“Are… big ones weird…?”

“Not at all. They’re… really lovely, actually.”

I gave the most sincere answer I could manage.

Torte let out a soft “eheheh…” and relaxed, just a little.

“Um… could you… maybe… pet them…?”

“Huh?”

“I feel like… that would make it better…”

I went momentarily speechless.

I hadn’t expected her to ask me something like that herself.

Maybe this was instinct—her body somehow knowing what it needed to ease the heat.

“S-Sure. Alright. I’ll… touch them, then.”

I carefully reached out and placed both hands against her chest.

“Mmh…”

The instant I made contact, an incredible warmth and softness spread across my palms.

A gentle pressure, and my fingers sank right in.

The rapid thump-thump of her heartbeat transmitted directly into my hands, and I found myself holding my breath.

(This is… incredible…)

I was only running my hands slowly over her, and already a tingling numbness was creeping up through my fingertips.

“Ah… mmh, ngh…”

With each gentle kneading motion of my hands, sweet, aching little sounds escaped from her throat.

Every time I brushed over her bare skin, her back arched, and another small voice slipped out.

“Hyah! Ah, ah… W-What is this… my chest feels all tingly, and my head is going all fuzzy…♡ I’ve never felt anything like this before…♡”

“It’s alright. I’m just dispersing the heat from the curse.”

“The heat…? Is this… is Torte getting better…?”

“Yes. Come on, go ahead and relax.”

“Y-Yes…♡”

When I cupped both hands around her fully and began to massage in slow, steady circles, Torte tilted her head back and let it rest against my chest.

“Mmhh… Master’s hands are so warm…♡”

“Sorry. But the aching is starting to fade, isn’t it?”

“I-It is, but…♡ There’s this… different kind of aching now…”

The dog-eared girl turned to look up at me with those glistening, glassy eyes.

A shiver ran down my spine.

She was surrendering herself completely to the comfort and sensation I was giving her.

I was the one showing this girl her very first taste of something—something she’d never known before.

The thought sent a warmth rushing through my chest that I couldn’t hold back.

“…Then I’ll keep going a little longer.”

I cradled her soft curves in both hands and continued tending to her carefully, coaxing the heat away.

“Hyah! T-There—! That tickles, Master~! Master~!♡”

“You can pull away if you don’t like it, you know?”

“I-It’s not that I don’t like it…♡ Ahh…♡ More…♡”

Still letting out sweet little cries, Torte did the opposite of pulling away—she clung to my arm.

She was accepting this herself, accepting her master’s touch.

Listening to her quiet, breathless sounds, I kept tracing the soft warmth in my hands.

“Mmmm~…!! Fwahh!!♡”

Ba-dump!

Torte gave one long, full-body shudder—then all the strength left her at once. She slumped back against me, completely limp, as all her tension had simply dissolved.

“…Hah… hah… hah…”