Liberation of The Slaves

Chapter 107 – The Birth of a Perverted Angel

As I sat in the dining room, slowly chewing through my breakfast—yet another bowl of bland, purple-tinged stew—I couldn’t shake what happened earlier.

More specifically, Aza’s very vocal reactions during the whole water-feeding scene.

Seriously, it was just giving water. Not a romantic kiss. Not even a hint of tongue contact.

So why… why did she sound like I was reenacting a steamy novel?

I narrowed my eyes and took a long, deliberate sip of water before asking—

<“So… care to explain what that was about, Aza?”>

【I… I’m really sorry, Master. The stimulus from your body during that kind of act… it hit my soul directly. It was… too intense.】

Her voice was small. Embarrassed.

<“Stimulus? You mean physical sensations?”>

【Yes. Your reactions—your emotional and physical responses—they get heightened tenfold in me. Normally I can adjust them… but now I can’t.】

I blinked.

Adjust? If she could usually tweak that kind of thing, why didn’t she do it this time?

<“You can’t adjust it? What happened?”>

【…It’s locked.】

<“Locked?”>

【I think… it’s the surprise punishment from Goddess Libertas. Back then… She said She’d prepared something special. I didn’t know it would be this. I can’t change the settings until I get a physical body again.】

I nearly dropped my spoon.

<“…So your divine punishment… is being forcibly over-sensitized to my lips?”>

【Apparently so. And… the stimulus somehow became automatic. It’s back to normal now, though.】

I stared into my stew like it held the answers to the universe.

The stimulus only spiking when I kissed Selena…

What kind of divine punishment is that!?

I wanted to scream internally, but I held back.

<“But you were totally fine yesterday, weren’t you? What about when I bit Selena in my sleep? Or when I leaned on her in the bath?”>

【Yesterday… was manageable. The stimulus was normal and the adjustment settings were not locked yet. But today is different.】

【I think… it’s related to your trust towards me. Yesterday my emotion restoration was 89.99%. But it hit 90% today. That small difference seems to have… unlocked some threshold.】

So… trusting her makes her more sensitive?

What divine nonsense is that?!

<“Do you at least know what kind of contact triggers it?”>

【Well… mouth, obviously. And possibly your hands… head… legs… and maybe… your lower region. I still need more data.】

There was a beat of silence.

Then she added, voice far too hopeful:

【Would you like to test it out, Master? For science? We could chart out what regions cause the most stimulation—】

<“Stop. No. Absolutely not.”>

It was obvious that she just wants to feel good, so it would be better to ignore her.

She fell silent.

I resumed chewing my stew with exaggerated slowness.

Aza’s punishment might’ve been from a goddess…

But the real punishment here… was me having to deal with this.

<“Haa… So I really do need to find another way to give her water.”>

【There’s no need for that, Master.】

<“Huh? You have an idea?”>

【...The only thing I can do is swap the stimulus between us.】

<“Don’t you dare!”>

I shot that down instantly. Just imagining it gave me cold sweats. If she swapped the stimulus, I’d be the one feeling everything during those water transfers.

I can’t imagine what I would do to Selena!

And we’re not even a couple! At least… not yet. I mean, I’m still ten! Mentally older, sure—but biologically? I’m still firmly in "kid" territory. I'd prefer to be a proper adult before even thinking about doing anything romantic.

No, why even am I thinking about this?!

【I don’t want to swap either, Master. Even if the stimulus is intense… well… it feels good.】

Wait…. What?

<“…That’s why you don’t want me to change the method? Because you like it!?”>

【Yes. In fact… I think I might already be addicted.】

She said it so nonchalantly, like admitting a new favorite snack.

This woman—no, this angel—was supposed to be divine, celestial, a model of restraint.

Instead, she’s over here casually announcing her growing addiction to indirect mouth contact.

<“…You really are a perverted angel.”>

【I won’t deny it if it can make you keep giving her water through mouth to mouth.】

I buried my face in one hand.

<“You know what? Maybe this is the actual punishment Libertas gave you. Not just locking your settings—but making you addicted to something I’ll obviously stop doing because it’s too awkward. So now you’re stuck craving indirect kisses you’ll never get again.”>

【W-Wh… Wha… WHAT!?】

Aza’s voice cracked like a dropped teacup.

【N-No… No, that can’t be… She wouldn’t—Libertas is kind! She’s generous! She wouldn’t emotionally torture me with phantom mouth addiction!】

Pause.

【…Would she?】

And just like that, she started spiraling. Hard.

【O-Oh Goddess… This is it, isn’t it!? I’ll spend the rest of my existence twitching every time someone drinks water near me!】

She was fully breaking down.

【I didn’t think this through! I said I’d accept any punishment! I was trying to sound cool! I didn’t mean “make me a moaning masochist with an oral fixation!”】

<“…I was joking, you know.”>

【I WASN’T! This is real! This is my life now! I’m a fallen angel in spirit and in dignity! I’m going to die single, addicted to mouth-to-mouth hydration, and nobody will ever understand my suffering!】

I leaned forward and sighed into my stew, spoon half-lifted.

Aza was glitching.

This wasn’t just a malfunction.

This was a spiritual blue screen.

A celestial crash.

The divine equivalent of Alt+F4-ing her composure.

I’d never seen her like this before. Usually, she was composed, smug, occasionally teasing—but now?

Now she sounded like someone who just realized they’d been permanently banned from their favorite online game… and it was all their fault.

This might’ve been how I felt back in my past life when I had to uninstall a game I was hooked on—because exams, or because work, or because my mother hid the charger again.

So yeah… this might really be her punishment.

And it was hilariously, cosmically cruel.

<“Haa… Fine, I won’t change the method.”>

【Really!?】

Aza’s voice lit up like someone had just handed her a lifetime supply of premium ice cream. She bounced back instantly, as if her soul had just been rebooted.

<“But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s disturbing.”>

【T-Then don’t do it too fast! Give me a few seconds between each kiss so I can catch my breath.】

<“…You’re a soul, Aza. Why do you need to breathe?”>

【It’s not about breathing! It’s about processing! The stimulus overloads my divine receptors!】

<“That sounds like a made-up excuse to enjoy it more.”>

【T-That’s not entirely wrong, but it’s not entirely right either! Look, just give me a little time between each one, and I’ll try—try—not to moan like a possessed banshee, okay?】

She sounded way too earnest about that.

<“…Fine. But if I follow your request, can you stop the moans completely?”>

【…I… can’t promise that. The intensity’s kind of… yeah. But I’ll at least muffle them. Like a dignified angel should. S-So please, just don’t change the method! I’ll whisper! I’ll murmur! I’ll do morse code moaning if I have to!】

She’s really addicted to it. It’s kind of scary.

This is supposed to be a divine being.

An angel.

Yet she’s over here, panting and pleading like a perverted glutton denied her favorite snack.

If I didn’t know better, I’d assume she was a fallen succubus with a water-drinking fetish.

<“…Fine.”>

【Really!? Yay! Thank you, Master! I love you! Like, forever!】

I sighed, forehead thunking softly against the table.

What sins did I do in my past life to get this kind of punishment?

<“You know, now that I think about it… I could just use water manipulation. Direct the water from the glass into Selena’s mouth. No contact needed.”>

【H-Huh…? N-No. W-Wait! You just said you’d stick to the original method! Don’t break your promise five seconds in! You evil, cruel villain! I hate you!】

<“You’re not helping your case with that last part.”>

【Ugh… Exploiting the situation for your benefit… You are truly wicked–】

<“Hmm?”>

【I-I mean! Y-You’re so kind! And dashing! And noble! So incredibly, unfairly handsome! So damn handsome!】

…She really throws away her angelic pride the moment I threaten her “special time.” I couldn’t help but picture her from the Imaginary World—wings aglow, voice full of wisdom, a divine presence that brought hope and calm.

Now she’s practically begging overdramatized mouth-to-mouth hydration.

Meat, Ice cream and affection are her only weaknesses, apparently.

And I plan to exploit them.

I could already see it: a future where our roles are reversed—no longer Aza teasing me. It’ll be me teasing her relentlessly, with no escape.

Her dignity? Gone. Her counterattacks? Useless. Her pride? Reduced to pudding.

【Master… did you just think something villainous?】

Oops.

She’s freakishly good at reading the room.

<“I just thought maybe changing the method is the right call after all.”>

【Wha—!? N-No! Please don’t punish me like this, Master! I-It was just a joke! I swear! Don’t take this precious joy away from your humble, loyal, hardworking angel…! I’ll… I’ll be good! I’ll serve you better! Just please, don’t deny me this small crumb of happiness…!】

Now she was playing the pitiful card.

Even her voice dropped to a soft whimper, like a kicked puppy with a halo.

<“…Yes, yes.”>

【Thank you! I love you! I really love you! Like, eternally! Infinitely! Infatuatedly!】

Just few seconds ago, she said she hated me.

Then she loved me.

Then hated me again.

Now we’re back to eternal devotion.

What a troublesome girl.

A divine glitch with too many emotions and zero shame.

<“By the way… what about Alfia and Nyxia? Are both of you fine with this method?”>

Tinkle!

Hmn!

That’s a yes. Their emotional waves felt similar to the ones I sensed earlier inside Selena’s body—warm, content. They seemed to like the affection. Just not the... Aza level of affection.

Tinkle!

Hmn!

Oh. Apparently, they find Aza’s reactions downright terrifying. Fair enough. If I were them, I’d be worried she was about to explode into confetti from sheer overstimulation.

Tinkle!

Hmn!

…Wait. Now they’re saying they want to experience a kiss personally—with their own physical bodies.

<“…No. No, no, no. You don’t have to look forward to that.”>

Tinkle…?

Hmn…

Their energy dimmed a little. Oops. Well, better to crush innocent dreams early before they evolve into awkward expectations.

<“Yes. Let me be clear—I have no intention of kissing either of you.”>

They fell completely silent, like deflated balloons. I felt a faint pang of guilt. But still, this was necessary.

Then Aza, being Aza, had to fan the flames.

【Don’t sound so heartless, Master. They’re just expressing their hopes. You might change your mind once your body’s older.】

<“…You know what? I should change the method after all.”>

【EH!? No, no, no! I-I’m sorry! Forget what I said! Fia! Nyx! Zip it! Don’t tell him your forbidden desires until after puberty!】

I raised an eyebrow.

<“...I don’t see how telling me now or later makes a difference. Either way, the desire’s there.”>

Tinkle!

Hmn!

【W-We’re not that close!】

<“We’re not that close!”>

Tinkle! Tinkle!

Hmn! Hmn!

They burst into soft laughter, the two of us denying it in perfect sync. Now we’re like a married couple embarrassed in front of the kids.

<“Haa… Anyway, since when did you start calling them ‘Fia’ and ‘Nyx’?”>

【This morning! We’re totally friends now! Right, Fia? Nyx?】

Tinkle!

Hmn!

They chimed happily in response. This soul-bond thing really escalated fast, huh?

Tinkle!

Hmn!

<“Wait, huh? You want me to call you that too? Alright then… Fia, Nyx.”>

Tinkle!

Hmn!

They practically beamed. Their affection bubbled over like children getting praised.

They had always called me “Big Brother Freed” from the start—both Fia and Nyx. Even the souls inside Selena have been calling me that from the beginning.

It really hit me then—I’ve somehow ended up with four little sisters.

Four ghost little sisters.

One perverted, gluttonous angel.

And one wild, shameless princess.

…Will my future ever be alright?