Juno bit her lip in anger. She had no choice, she had to humiliate herself in any case... She knelt awkwardly and small wonder, she had never had to stand in that mortifying position before. She was silent for some time, hesitant, never taking her eyes off the floor, and then she swallowed with difficulty all her immense pride. The daughter of the former patriarch and granddaughter of the powerful grandfather said, her voice trembling:

«Your docile slave welcomes you, master…»

Juno was dying of disgust. She was retching at the thought a noble lady like her had to recognize a slave as her master. It was unthinkable, simply impossible... But even that turn of events was much better than being violated. What is more, in that delicate place of hers. She only hoped that he would keep his word. Otherwise, everything would be over for her.

As for Kyon, he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the pitiful, angry, finally surrendered girl. He had dreamed that the bitch would kneel before him like that for so long. He had been imagining she would be humiliated and crushed by him. Of course, he wasn’t going to break his promise. Not because his pledge was indestructible, not at all. He knew if he violated her, the girl would break like a doll. His secret would soon be uncovered.

Kyon was sitting on the bed in a relaxed position, his legs spread wide apart. He imperatively put his hand on Juno’s smooth cheek as if she were his own little doll for a wide variety of pleasures. He tucked her tangled hair behind the ear, which sent cold shivers down her spine, and ordered in a pretentious tone:

«In that case, my slave, give me a foot massage!» – There was no direct order to the formation in his phrase. He wanted to encourage her voluntary compliance with his command. She had to get used to obeying on her own, not under the lash of the formation.

«B-but ...»

Kyon lay down on the bed, the stench of his feet in black socks was nothing like the scent of wildflowers. He lazily put them down on the floor.

«Come on, you’d better get started. I don’t like to be kept waiting.»

Another fit of rage knocked the wind out of her. The sight of the slave’s dirty reeking feet was sickening. She turned away, unable to even look at them. She closed her eyes, grabbed his foot with disgust, pulled off the first stinky sock, then the second... Her soul was in the agony. Her whole body ached from the recent beating. Her existence turned into purgatory. This nightmare couldn’t possibly be happening for real.

(the author's comment: the words like purgatory, hell, devil, deuce, angel, “oh my god!”, etc. do not mean the existence of any religion in this world and its influence on the culture and local language. They are just words with a similar meaning with a different history/nature of origin).

At first, Kyon’s bare feet felt a cold touch and a little later awkward and reluctant movements of smooth hands. Those unusual but no doubt pleasant sensations made him purr like a little kitten. Finally, everything had fallen into its rightful place.

Kyon was lying on the bed, his arms folded behind his head. He was totally relaxed while the former lady was reluctantly massaging his feet. Kyon had been dreaming of that moment since he first meeting the little demoness, and now his dream had come true. The hell was over.

Juno almost choked with indignation on the foul odor. She had to massage the slave's sweaty, nasty bare feet while he, a piece of shit, was getting off on that. It was written on his face! No, she couldn't accept that. It was unthinkable! Only the hope that he would die in cruel tortures at her grandfather’s hands gave her a little comfort. She had to endure until then... She had to follow his instructions. Well, she could do nothing about it but revenge was long in coming. The slave would regret what he had done, but for now, she had to render a service that was below her dignity.

Kyon got unwittingly aroused. A prominent bulge was forming in his pants. The awkward, but most gentle fingers crawled between his toes massaging them carefully and ineptly. He could feel with his skin the irregular breath of his slave girl.

He had a clear stance on the age of consent. When a girl has her first period, nature gives her the go-ahead, her body is ready. All sorts of human traditions, stereotypes, laws, and beliefs based on the vague past are nothing but loud slobbering words or a stroke on the document. Kyon was not interested in all that nonsense. Many planets and peoples in his world follow this principle because nature is always right.

About ten minutes passed. Juno had already massaged each foot three times. From time to time, she gave a quiet grunt either from resentment and indignation or from the nasty smell and humiliation.

«Please, may I stop?» – She whispered again and again.

This time Kyon deigned to reply:

«I can’t hear your respectful tones.»

«Please, sir, may I stop massaging your smelly... Oh, forgive me... your beautiful feet with unearthly fragrance?» – Juno whispered respectfully but not without subtle mockery.

Kyon chuckled. He pinched her nose lightly with his toes as revenge for her teasing and said peacefully:

«Alright, let’s call it today.»

Juno crawled away still shaking from disgust. She took out a perfumed handkerchief and began frantically to rub her little nose with it.

Kyun couldn’t hold back his chuckle. He cracked his fingers and said in imperious voice:

«Well, now I order you to lay out all your stuff. Let's see what you’ve got for me.»

Juno touched her emerald earring with bitterness in her heart. Black film formed on her hand. She blew a huge bubble out of it. It resembled a soapy bubble only it was black as a mole hole. When it burst, a handful of her precious things appeared in its place.

Kyon was amazed that spatial pockets in this world didn’t require high technology. Spatial magicians could create them with remarkable efforts and concentration. In fact, spatial things don’t tear the matter (they don’t have enough energy for that), they act as a hook-beacon that holds like a kite a little space between the physical and spiritual world. When you need to take or put something, the black bubble swaps the area inside and outside the ring. For example, if the dark bubble envelops a sword it will be inside when the bubble bursts.

Another unique feature of spatial things is a singularity where time moves billions of times slower than usual, that is, it almost stops. The singularity is located inside a pocket, or rather in the space between the worlds. It is convenient to store pre-cooked or perishable products in there. But it’s impossible to put in souls, other spatial objects, something unstable like a flying stone. However, spatial things also had several specific flaws that Kyon was unaware of yet.

On the floor appeared a pile of Juno’s treasures: spheres, cloudy stones with formations inside, medicine, a round transparent shield that looked like it was made of glass, a beautiful token that sparkled like a diamond, her elegant lingerie, a cake in the box, some water. Juno clenched her fists with indignation. She had to show her personal belongings to some trash.

As soon as Kyon’s keen eyes focused on the most intimate part of the list, Juno quickly grabbed her underwear, clearly made by professional tailors of some high-quality fabric, and warned him with an eloquent snort and a look that boded ill d that he shouldn’t think about... whatever he was thinking there!

Kyon rolled his eyes as if to say “what’s the big deal?” - he was not Jean, after all - and examined the rest of her things. He came across a black stick with dried blood on it. When he touched it his mind instantly flooded with pure rage. It was the very piece of wood that the little bitch had almost killed him with. She had deceived him and then destroyed all his expectations with a sudden attack. It’s hard to imagine a more despicable action than that. She wasn’t a human being but a demon. He was going to take revenge on her so hard that she would beg him for mercy.

Juno shuddered and backed up like a frightened puppy as she watched Kyon stare at the black stick with a scowl on his face. When he slowly turned his heavy gloomy eyes on her she cried pitifully:

«Please, don’t beat me…» - If Juno had known she could have avoided her fate today, she wouldn’t have created a bloodbath at the hot spring for her own pleasure. Now she was endlessly sorry for her actions, for the first time she was so sorry for something. She wished she could turn back the time to finish him off once and for all.

Kyon gently poked his stick into Juno solar plexus that made her deathly pale. He laughed merrily but put the murder weapon aside. He had already said that she was done for the day.

Juno gasped for breath. She had the impression that the slave was out of his mind. He either beat her with a clear desire to kill or humiliated her... She didn’t know what to expect from him. She decided to try and get through the day, keep quiet, and then she might have a chance to make things right.

Kyon picked up the token that shimmered with all colors. It had the coat of arms of the Stones engraved on it. He asked Juno what was this pretty thing for. It turned out that each family member was given a token that symbolized their rank in the hierarchy. For example, the 7th rank had an unnoticeable, gray emblem which was almost offensive to wear. The 1st rank had an iridescent magnificent diamond token that attracted everyone’s attention. If the need arises, the rank tokens could be worn on the chest so that everyone could understand who they were dealing with. It removed the necessity of identification.

Then Kyon picked up high-quality ointment from the pile of things and casually threw it to the girl.

«I order you to use it for intended purpose right here and right now.»

Juno’s hands automatically caught the ointment. She began to take off her nightie slowly and apply the medicine to the damaged areas. Only then it dawned on her that the boy hadn’t only turned away but was also blatantly staring at her.

«Please, turn away…» – She said barely audible with pity in her voice.

But Kyon did not listen to her. He took the tube of ointment, put a little of it on his finger and went to Juno to try what her elegant snow-white back was like in the places that she could not reach.

«N-o-o! Аа-а-а-аh…» – She shuddered from his sudden touch and moaned in pain that the injured places were giving her.

Her fucking gentle skin... It was like velvet of the highest quality! And her quiet sobs were just amazing. He even wanted to pinch her, but... Again, that was it for today. The fragile body of the young lady was unlikely to recover in a day or two, even with the high-quality ointment. But there were no internal injuries, so there was nothing to worry about.

«P-please… I… myself…» – Juno repeated quietly for the third time.

«Shut up! Are you done with whining yet? The sooner you learn to serve me, the more pleasure you will get from your servitude. I am sure you will soon develop a taste for it and the smell of my feet will be a real reward for you. Perhaps I will even let you proceed with the massage a little higher... If you deserve it, of course.»

Juno was speechless. There was was a continuous mess of all sorts of thoughts in her head. The only thing she knew for sure was that every word she said out loud came around to her with humiliation and resentment as if reminding her how powerless she was.

As soon as the ointment was over and the effect of the order expired, Juno bounced off aside and put on her nightie at once. She clenched her fists furiously and gave Kyon a menacing sullen look.

«You will pay for this…»

Kyon shrugged carelessly.

«I always pay my debts. Let me get it straight, I owe you a lot and not cookies. Remember, those who try to take my life, and even more than once, plummet into the fucking red.»