Lending a chest (literally)

"Ah—ah… Could you raise my voice a little more?"

"Hmm, if I fiddle with this part of the vocal cords… How about now?"

"Ah—ah… Perfect. Thank you, Master!"

I was tuning Aishia's throat. As a former bard, she's particular about it.

"… If I don't check you regularly, who knows what might happen, okay?"

"Yes. I'll follow you for life, Master."

"Mhm, serve me for life, Aishia. Good girl, good girl."

"Ehehe, Master."

Good. Now if she betrays me, who knows what might happen to that throat. I can keep her bound to me by holding her precious voice hostage. Fufufu.

Her face apparently hardly needed any corrections. She might even be a bit prettier than before.

Well, I used Saty-tan as reference! Saty-tan is super cute and my nostalgia filter boosted it — there's no way she wouldn't be cute!

"… Ah, Dea-kun isn't losing in cuteness either! Even when you sulk, you're cute!"

"No, I'm not… I'm not sulking."

You totally are. Kawayoi. Cute and goodkawaii & yoi — kawayoi for short.

Also, she'd already been trained on not committing crimes.

Seems that sort of thing is included in their "education." If you didn't train that, then even if you ordered "don't commit crimes," they won't know what counts and the order won't have effect.

Of course, you can't teach the entire law code; it's only to a common-sense level with various gaps here and there. Still, being pre-trained helps.

"Tell me when something's unpleasant. I'll still make you work, but I'll improve what can be improved."

"Yes. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Master."

Aishia bowed her head. Mhm, obedient. As expected of a slave girl.

Ah, I need to make her a room, too.

Where should I put it for now?

"Eh, you'll give me a room?"

"As you can see, we have as much space as we want, and I can add more as I like."

"I could also serve constantly from within Master's room."

"Then right across from mine!"

I might drag her in for lewd things, but privacy and a private life are important!

It'd be a problem if she came when I'm not in the mood… right?

"I'll make it spacious so you can practice singing without worry."

"Thank you, Master."

The soundproofing is perfect anyway, so there's no need to make it huge, but no need to make it cramped either.

"… So, what will Aishia be doing? The usual slave chores aren't needed here, right?"

"Ah, right."

Normally, slaves do everyday chores. For example, heating bathwater and carrying it to the tub. But I can handle all of that with Spatial Magic, so there's no work.

I explain to Dea-kun the idea I had when I decided to buy Aishia.

"She'll be my stand-in. I don't want to get too famous, so we'll make this and that Aishia's doing. Medical stuff and the like. She'll wear a mask."

"I see — you're making Aishia your 'mask,' Karina-neesan?"

"Exactly. I'll have to make it look like Aishia was healed by 'her' on the first time, so I'll do it wearing the mask."

Name-wise, Damiina Niseisha… No, maybe I'll have Dea and the others think of something more plausible. My naming sense is… yeah.

"In that case, Aishia's chest is lacking. Will you have her pad it?"

"No, I'll hide my chest instead. Like this, and… this."

Pop — I shoved my chest into spatial storage. From the outside — over my clothes, that is — it looked completely flat. Smaller than Aishia's; maybe padding would be better after all.

"Y-your chest disappeared, onee-san…!?"

"Heh, I just placed them in a room with Spatial Magic. This way is harder to see through, right?"

After all, increasing with padding is easy, but removing something that's part of the body is hard.

If I cut it off, healing it is a pain. And it hurts… Also, this is a bit breezy.

"That surprised me… So you can do that too."

"If you want, I can lend you my chest, Dea-kun. Heave-ho～."

Snap — I snapped my fingers and popped my breasts onto Dea-kun's flat chest.

Behold the secret technique of Spatial Magic: 'Lending a Chest' (literally)!!

Kyaa — a loli, big-boob elf! Even at my size, on a petite frame they look huge!

And my boobs aren't cold! I could leave them with Dea when I hide them!

"F-eh!? T-these… I have boobs!? W-wah, I can't see down."

"Hihya!? Ah, wait, Dea-kun!"

Paff — Dea-kun lifted his(?) breasts from below to support them.

Squish.

But those are my breasts, firmly connected to me…!

Ah, no, don't knead them like you're savoring the softness!

"Wh—wow, soft and warm… whoa… amazing."

"Um, Dea-kun. Can I say something?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Hyan! Um, see—"

"—they're connected to me… ngh."

"Eh? … Ah! S-sorry!?"

Kuh, phew, that was close. I almost awakened something.

This one's on me — I forgot that men have the 'if boobs are on your own chest, you just end up groping them' instinct…!

Anyone would do it. I'd do it. I did do it. I still do it every morning when I wake up.

… Right, if I used the same method to detach Dea-kun's, uh, "Dea-kun", he'd look more girlish, wouldn't he? I'll try it next time.

After we discussed it again later, we realized we don't need to combine the healer introduction with the report of Aishia's full recovery, so there was absolutely no need to lend Dea my chest in the first place.