“What is this supposed to be?” Kanta asked as a long stream of red ribbon fell into her hands from Chun’s storage ring.
“Your cut of the prize. Except for the Imperial Coin, I suppose.” Chun stated.
“You chose a long strand of ribbons as my gift?”
“It is a spirit grade treasure, not simply a ribbon.” Chun stated as he leaned against the back of the chair in the room. He was back at the VIP room with Kanta, Julian, and Sariah. “Try it on when you get a chance to do so.” He said with a smile.
Kanta raised a brow but said nothing and put the ribbon in her storage ring. “Well that is everything for this tournament. The host will give me my cut of the coin.” The woman stated. “You have impressed me, but it is best you head back to wherever it is you call home, Chun.”
Chun gave a slight bow. “As you wish, Ms. Kanta. I will inform you if I ever decide to take that deal you offered me.”
That made the corner of Kanta’s lip turn up in a smirk, but she did not say anything as Chun and Sariah left the room.
***
“So where do you live?” Chun asked Sariah as they walked down the streets of the Sapphire Port.
It was mid-morning now, likely around 7am. Citizens walked around in droves. Chun had never given much thought to the everyday citizens of the Sapphire Port. Most were traders or fishermen. But there were other professions among them. Many owned restaurants, inns, shops, or a variety of other things.
They had ended up walking through part of the market on their way towards Chun’s home. Given the early hour, it wasn't at full capacity, but many were still setting up their respective stalls to sell their wares.
“I live in an Inn in the southern half of the city, Master.” Sariah stated. She held a large bag over her shoulder filled with her broken armor, chainmail, and shield. Due to her armor no longer obscuring anything, Chun could clearly see the woman's prosthetic limb. It was more complex than he expected for this world. He wondered how it actually moved with the woman’s will.
“How did you lose the arm?” Chun asked.
“Not lost. I was born with just one arm. My land far beyond the western horizon has many skilled craftsmen, so they made me an arm before I departed to this land many years ago.” She explained, looking at her wooden arm.
“Why did you even come here? To fight?” Chun asked.
Sariah nodded. “My blood is not fully human. I have an urge to fight with the strong. To find a strong mate. To make strong offspring,” her gaze fell to Chun with a faint hunger. “And I heard this lady had strong warriors.”
“It took you this long to find a strong warrior? What about the sponsor of the Laughing Mask Gang you fought in the tournament? He was stronger than I was.” Chun stated.
Sariah made a sour face. “He was strong, yes. But he was already leashed. I could sense it. He was a pet to someone greater. You were a free spirit. And a strong one. I expected to leash you. But instead you leashed me. That is a true show of strength for someone so small.”
Chun’s eye twitched at the final- rather unnecessary- jab at his size. Not that he hated his size (he had chosen it after all) but he did truly feel tiny compared to the monster of the six-and-a-half foot woman next to him.
“I see,” he said with a slight sigh. “Are you going to follow me home?”
Sariah nodded. “My home is with you now, Master. I owned no true home before.”
Chun supposed it made sense. But he did think of a rather annoying issue. His room wasn't particularly large.
***
“Your home is small, Master.” Sariah stated as she stepped into the room. She was so tall that she could reach up and touch the ceiling without fully extending her arm. In fact, if she jumped, her head may simply go through the wood ceiling.
“I wasn't particularly well off until somewhat recently. I haven't had time to look for other homes.” Chun stated as he rummaged through his chest and began absorbing its contents into his storage ring. Once everything was within it, it had only gone up to 5% capacity. He rather liked this ring.
“Whatever home you choose I shall accept, Master.” Sariah said as she sat on the floor in front of Chun’s bed and set her back against its foot. “Should I sleep with you, or is my place on the floor?”
Chun’s brow rose as he looked at the woman. She seemed fully content with simply sleeping on the floor if he told her to. “Is the whole Master-Servant thing common in your homeland?”
Sariah nodded. “Quite common. It is more common for the woman to be the Master of a relationship, but men being so isn't particularly rare. Especially if it is a strong man. Though strength is often measured in various ways depending on the person. I, however, value the strength of combat.”
Chun nodded along slowly. “You can sleep on my bed for now until we get some place bigger.” He said, silently adding ‘Get a bigger home’ to his to-do list.
He peered into his storage ring to look at his total wealth. With the cache of coin from his modifier and his cut of the winnings- Kanta had decided on giving him 150 of the 800 Imperial Coin- he had a total of 500 Imperial Coin to work with. A life changing sum for any average commoner. But Chun was far from that.
The grumble of his stomach snapped him from his thoughts. He was hungry. And he was just now noticing how hungry he was. His mind had been so focused on other things that he forgot about food.
“Are you hungry, Master?” Sariah asked.
“I am,” Chun said slightly sheepishly. “How about we talk about our next steps over a big breakfast.
***
They stopped at a rather nice restaurant that was just opening up for the morning. They likely looked somewhat out of place in their relatively shoddy clothes, but the staff said nothing. They did pay well after all.
Within the hour of entering the establishment, both martial artists were enjoying meals big enough for a group thrice their size.
Scattered across the table were several plates full of steaming meat, dumplings, fish, and vegetables.
Sariah ate just as much as Chun. Though that was less impressive, as she was larger than him by over a foot.
“You eat a lot for someone so short, Master,” Sariah stated as she practically inhaled a dumpling.
“I eat a lot.” He started taking a bite out of a fish. “But before you return to my home,” he touched his storage ring and handed Sariah a pouch of 20 Imperial Coins. “Head to the market and get some alchemy ingredients. I'll make you a list.” He stated as he also produced a piece of paper and a pen from his ring. While he wasn't fresh out of alchemical ingredients, there were a few more recipes from the book he wanted to make. And he needed an excess of ingredients to make as many stat-boosting pills as he could. Though on that same note, he needed to make some pills that would help him progress through the martial stages. Despite his stat increases from pills, he needed to increase his martial stage and learn more techniques. Particularly with a sword, seeing as it was his only weapon.
A moment later, Sariah now held a pouch and ingredients list in her hands. She shoved the pouch in her pocket and stood. “I shall be off then, Master. Once I have these, I will go back to your quarters.” She bowed to him, though her stance was a bit odd, and started out of the restaurant.
Chun looked back at the partially eaten plates. He looked down at himself as if seeing into his stomach. He was rather full after eating three meals' worth of breakfast. He set a few Imperial Coins on the table and stood up as a server came up to him. But he waived the man off as he exited the establishment and started back towards the market.
On his way there, however, a faint tug pulled at his mind from an item he had bonded to. Chun let a mischievous smile cross his lips as he casually walked down the street. This revenge may not be particularly harsh, but at least he would pay back Kanta somehow for trying to make him her dog. With a mental command, Chun activated the Temptor’s Ribbons that Kanta was now wearing.
***
Within her office at the Rose Treasury Pavilion, Kanta had sent Julian away to cover a few shipments at the docks and make sure everything was working in order. During that time, she went to the mirror and put on the long ribbon Chun had given her. She knew it was a treasure to some degree, if the martial artist was to be believed. But she did not know how that was. Was it particularly durable, perhaps?
Though she had to admit, with the ribbon on she did look rather sexy. She always wore revealing clothes to catch the eyes. Most women did, and many men as well. It was just a form of high-fashion that called attention to someone.
The crimson ribbon coiled around her body like a snake. One strand of it went over her chest to cover her nipples before gradually coiling down to her ass and thighs to gently squish them, just enough to cause them to bulge out. One of the two bows on the ribbon was at the center of her back while the other was over her stomach. She did wear thin golden panties as she looked at herself in the mirror, as the ribbons didn't bother covering between her legs.
Overall, the ribbons were comfortable for how little they covered her skin. Maybe she would surprise Julian with the attire once she was back, and reward her for a day's work.
She had just walked back out into her main office when the ribbons began to glow. The woman didn't have time to react when the bow of ribbons on her back unraveled itself into two smaller ribbons attached to the greater treasure. The two ribbons grabbed hold of her arms with surprising strength and coiled around them.
Similarly, the bow on her stomach unfurled as two small ribbons coiled around her inner thighs.
The main ribbon then tightened around her body. For a dreading moment, she thought the ribbons would constrict so tightly it would break her bones. A spirit grade treasure could easily do so if it were designed to do so. Fortunately, this was no such item.
Kanta stumbled and fell to the floor as the ribbons around her arms forced them above her head, and the ones around her thighs forced them apart.
The woman didn't sense malice from the ribbon- not that that was such a thing she could sense from a mere item- but she still struggled to break free from the treasure.
Suddenly, the ribbons across her chest began to move. They seemed to grow longer, loosen, and constrict all at once to tie themselves around her breasts and squeeze them just enough to cause her nipples to poke forward as the ribbons massaged her tits. The sensation was oddly comforting.
The section of ribbon across her lower back seemed to shrink and stiffen, forcibly arching her back.
Then another part of the ribbon wrapped itself around the lower part of her face, forcing her mouth shut.
Just when Kanta was about to mentally curse Chun for gifting her such an item, something wormed its way into her underwear. One of the smaller ribbons keeping her legs apart trailed up to her panties and curled into its fabric, rubbing against the woman’s lower lips. For some reason, the normally smooth ribbon felt coarse rubbing against her quickly moistening insides.
The mixture of the ribbons binding her, her back being arched, her breasts being massaged, and her folds being teased turned her on immensely.
After a few seconds of rubbing, the ribbon pulled down her panties slightly and practically slithered inside of her, which was rather easy given that her fluids made for excellent lube.
Kanta’s body tried to convulse with the pleasure of the ribbon constantly rubbing against her insides, but the ribbons kept her body from moving. To add to this, the second ribbon around her thigh rose to rub itself against her clit just as it poked out from its hood of skin.
The sensation of pleasure only grew as the combination of the ribbons assaulted her vagina. She wished Julian could see her like this. Would her body react like this? What if Julian was trapped in this treasure’s effect? Maybe that is what Chun had initially intended for the ribbon's use. Had she simply been an unintended victim? Well, she wouldn't say victim. ‘Victim’ would imply the effects of the item weren't wanted.
Kanta let out a moan through the gag of ribbons as her lower body pulsed with an orgasm. But the ribbons didn't stop; in fact, their attempts to stimulate her only seemed to increase.
The ribbons on her tits moved to rub against her nipples as they were thrust out into the air, adding to the stimulation. The pleasure across her body was mind-numbing. Kanta lost track of time as two more orgasms came and went. The ribbons didn't stop for a moment. Most of it was now drenched in either her sweat or sexual fluids.
She had long since stopped trying to struggle against the bindings and accepted the sensation, as overwhelming as it was. It was exhausting; her breath was becoming ragged, but it was all worth it for what she was feeling. She was starting to understand why Chun loved being overstimulated after an orgasm so much.
As she hit a fourth orgasm, she heard a knock at the door. Someone was saying something through the door, but she couldn't understand them through the haze of sensation and pleasure. The knocking and voice disappeared before her fifth orgasm came.
Once she was approaching her sixth, the knocking came again. It was louder this time, and the voice on the other end was shouting. She wanted to move to address whoever was on the other side, but her bindings held firm. A few seconds later, as she reached a sixth climax, the thought of the one at the door vanished.
Once her seventh climax finally approached, the door burst open, and a man walked through.
Despite her pleasurable haze, Kanta adjusted her head to look at the man who now stomped towards her.
He was taller than average men Kanta knew across this world, being slightly over 6 feet tall. He was dressed in a mix of black and purple martial robes. He wore several treasures that the woman couldn't properly identify. A magnificent sword was sheathed into his belt, a short jian-blade. He had brilliant silver hair that shined with the metallic luster of the color’s namesake. But the most striking thing about him was a white mask that obscured his face. Its only openings were two teardrop-shaped slits for the eyes. A thin black line went down from the slits like tears. A large black smile was spread across the bottom half of the mask like a mouth opening to the void.
He said something but whatever it was was drowned out by a muffled moan as Kanta hit her seventh orgasm. The ribbons pierced deeper and rubbed more furiously at her nerves, making her already on the cusp of an eighth orgasm. Unfortunately, she never toppled over into another mind-breaking orgasm when the ribbons suddenly loosened and fell away.
The ribbon was severed by the man’s now drawn blade without harming the mortal woman, who still shivered with the sensation as she slowly rose from the ground. The shaking of her legs forced her to grab hold of her desk to keep her upright.
“Can you hear me now, you rich whore?” The man asked forcefully as he sheathed his blade. However, he took the sheath itself from his belt and held the pommel of the weapon up to Kanta’s chin to force her eyes into his- more so the black slits of his mask.
Kanta just let out a faint giggle. Her mind was still swimming in ecstasy, and all her mind was telling her was that the man before her was incredibly sexy. She loved how forceful his voice was. Though, gradually the logical part of her mind thrust through the lustful haze, though just barely.
“Why are you here, handsome?” She said with a smile. Part of her hair was in front of her face, giving her a rather disheveled look.
“Get a hold of yourself, woman.” He said again, slamming his palm down on the desk. The force sent a faint rumble through the air.
Kanta, however, felt the ripple of air like a pleasurable breeze across her sensitive body. All her nerves were still burning from her many back-to-back orgasms. Though the haze was slowly beginning to clear. “Why? Answer.” She ordered with as much authority as she could muster. Which, in her state, wasn't much.
The masked man didn't move, nor speak. His body was practically pinning her against her desk. It would have been rather sensual if this man had any interest in fucking her. But his posture and tone said otherwise.
Kanta gradually fell from her pleasure high as she leaned against her desk for support. She rubbed her head with a palm. She hadn't noticed it had been hurting from pressing her head to the floor. In fact, her entire body was mildly sore from being held in a single position for so long.
She let out a long sigh as most of the haze in her mind faded. “What do you want? Came to bitch about my sponsor winning the tournament?"
Finally, the masked man took a step back, giving Kanta room to breathe. His presence had been suffocating her. “I would like to have a word with you about that martial artist you brought to the tournament.”
***
Chun was walking back to his quarters after a few hours of shopping when a faint tether in his mind seemed to snap. He stopped in his tracks as he searched for what had caused it. Then his eyes widened.
‘The ribbon was destroyed!’ He practically screamed at himself. Then the second thought hit him. ‘Shit, I forgot I turned that on.’ Then finally the third. ‘How the hell did someone destroy a spirit-grade treasure?’