Breaking the Bratty Elf and a Sweet Date with Cream
Training the insolent bitch... Altera lay panting on the floor. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but she was already exhausted.
"Hurry up and get dressed, then get lost."
"You fucking bastard..."
I wanted to give her more education since she still wasn't fully broken, but...
"You want Cream to find out?"
It was too early for the rest of the party to catch on.
"Kuh!"
Gritting her teeth, Altera scrambled to gather her scattered clothes and put them on.
"Fucking bastard..."
She spat curses right up to the end before leaving, leaving me alone.
It's fascinating.
Altera clearly saw me not as the World Tree's agent, but as an enemy.
Yet, for the sole reason that I held the World Tree Branch, she couldn't refuse my commands and offered her body.
Her face was a sight to behold.
Those sharp eyes glaring up at me. Defiling that haughty expression satisfied my conquest completely.
This is confirmation enough.
Now it was time to put my plan into action.
Time to head home.
I missed modern conveniences. I even longed for my family, whom I never bothered with before.
So let's move fast.
Because of my order to keep last night's events secret, Altera couldn't tell anyone.
And every midnight, she was summoned for more education.
Whenever she shot me defiant words or glares, I made her assume humiliating poses.
"I... am Lord Siegfried's sow. Kuh—!"
I even forced her to say shameful lines like that.
Tears welled up in Altera's eyes each time.
Her mind crumbled easily.
The intense daily battles against the Demon King's forces grew harder with stronger demons and demonkin, forcing us to give our all every fight.
Of course, as the porter, I stayed out of it and just watched.
At night, she was called to me for education. Sexual education, that is.
Day and night. No rest, just humiliating days.
"Perverted fuck..."
"A girl like you belongs with the Demon King's army!"
I allowed her freedom of speech. It was more fun that way.
During one session...
"Why... why does it feel so good?!"
Each time, she realized she was feeling pleasure.
Unable to accept that she enjoyed it, Altera's spirit began to break.
"..."
Eventually, she couldn't even spit her usual curses.
Her eyes have gone dead.
A gaze that had given up on everything.
Seeing it, a satisfied smile crept across my face.
"Altera, who are you?"
Not a command, but a question.
"Lord Siegfried's slave sow."
She answered with a lifeless expression.
With that, Altera's education was complete.
"Fuck! You goddamn demons! Demonkin!"
Hagen vented his rage with curses, unable to contain himself.
The others would have stopped him before, but they were exhausted too and shared his frustration.
"Cut it out. You'll draw more monsters."
"Hoo..."
Hagen sighed.
I made a suggestion.
"How about stopping by the village on the way back, even if it's a detour?"
I explained we needed rest, and they all agreed.
Deep down, they all want a break.
Exhausted bodies and minds. Before being the hero party, they're human—they crave rest.
"Then we'll camp here tonight and head to the village tomorrow."
Nibel's words sealed it.
Midnight came again.
"What the hell? I'm sleepy, why'd you call me?"
I summoned Hagen outside.
He was full of irritation.
Time to give the irritated bastard a gift.
"Come out."
Altera crawled out from behind me.
Hagen's eyes widened at the sight.
"You... what the hell is this?!"
Pointing at the naked, prostrate Altera.
I answered calmly.
"Nothing much. Just turned a prickly elf into a sow."
Gulp!
Hagen swallowed hard, a tent pitching in his pants.
"You call me out to brag about your weird tastes?"
He couldn't tear his eyes from Altera.
"No. It's a gift."
"A gift?"
Yes, a gift... Hagen wouldn't refuse this.
He'd drink from the poisoned chalice knowing full well.
From what he'd said before, he loved women—a lot.
He bragged about frequenting brothels.
A guy who lived with a woman every day refusing a beauty like Altera? Especially after no women on the road?
Hagen approached Altera.
"If I accept this gift, what do I owe you?"
No such thing as a free lunch, he'd say.
"Nothing big. When we reach the village, just take Sieg to the brothel."
The village we were stopping at—he knew it well. He'd mentioned the brothel there multiple times.
"That's it?"
"Yeah. No big deal, right?"
Even for such a minor request, he hesitated.
"Guess you need a taste test. Altera, suck."
I pointed at Hagen's crotch and commanded.
Altera crawled over, pulling down his pants and underwear.
Hagen pretended to be flustered, but a lecherous grin spread across his face.
"I'll take that as acceptance."
No words, but I read the silent yes.
Leaving Hagen and Altera behind, I slipped away quietly.
"Brynhildr."
I called her.
"Yes~? You called?"
She appeared instantly. I'd figured she'd be nearby.
"Can you curse him without Hagen noticing?"
A curse to amplify desire. Insurance.
"Hehe♡ Easy peasy."
She said it was simplest now while he was lost in lust, and wiggled her finger.
"Kuh! Shall we claim our reward then?"
She clung to me in a back hug.
I pried her arms off and replied.
"Later. After the hero party crumbles."
"Aw, guess I have to hold back for now~♡"
As I headed back to camp after shaking her off, Brynhildr called out.
"Normal guys don't pass their women around so easily. You handed her over without a hitch? Oh, do you have that kind of taste?"
She hinted at NTR fetish.
"Not that. She's not my woman."
Altera was just a tool. Not even a sub-heroine.
This wasn't some subculture "sharing." Just using a tool.
Too harsh to call a living being a tool? The errand boy said to think of it as a game.
If you'd treated me kindly, things might've been different.
Altera's ruin was her own doing. Self-inflicted.
After days of marching, we reached the village Hagen mentioned.
In those days, Hagen, who'd embraced Altera, became my loyal dog.
With his natural lust amplified by Brynhildr's curse, it was a cinch.
"First, let's grab lodging?"
Familiar with the village, Hagen took the lead.
We followed and secured rooms.
"It's rest time, so let's split up and do our own thing."
At Hagen's suggestion, we went our separate ways.
I stuck Altera in the inn.
"Sieg! Come with your master!"
Hagen signaled me and dragged Sieg off.
"Cream, mind if we stick together?"
I used not knowing the local script as an excuse to ask Cream.
"Uh... I can't read it great either..."
"Still better than me~"
"Okay. I could use a porter anyway."
And so our date began.
Cream shopped happily around the sizable village full of attractions.
"Oh, I want that... and that too..."
So much she wanted.
"Just buy 'em all."
"Money's tight."
I pulled out cash and handed it over.
"I'll lend you mine."
She hesitated, but I took her hand and pressed it into her palm.
"Thanks for hanging out. Take it."
"Thanks..."
Before Brynhildr, she would've refused, but now she accepted.
Brynhildr's a big help.
Things would've gone to plan without her, but it would've taken longer.
As expected, Cream hit clothing stores a lot.
I complimented her each change.
"Really... aren't you just saying that? Pretty every time~?"
Teasing, so I teased back.
"With such a pretty hanger, of course the clothes look pretty too~?"
She didn't get it at first.
"You silver-tongued flatterer~"
Then she twisted shyly, understanding.
After shopping, hungry, we hit the market.
There I spotted the dessert she'd said she liked. Egg tart-like.
Couldn't read the sign, but it matched her description.
"Cream, hold on."
"Huh?"
I dashed over, bought two, handed her one.
"Your favorite, right?"
"You remembered?"
Sounded like small talk to her, but him remembering touched her.
"I'll enjoy it."
We kept the good vibes through dinner as sunset neared.
About time.
Hagen's promised time and place.
'We'll leave the brothel at sunset, so play nice till then.'
Hagen's words once he knew I was after Cream.
"What's down this way?"
Cream suggested a walk to digest dinner.
I lured her toward the brothel Hagen mentioned.
"Uh... um... sorry."
At the red-lit brothel, her face turned beet red.
I apologized like it was a mistake; as she turned to flee, she spotted familiar faces.
"Sieg...?"
"Cream?"
Siegfried and Hagen.
Cream and I facing them—a perfect setup.