Chapter 304
Chapter 304
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 304
Chapter Title: Master, You're Too Cruel (2)
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-Dodo-dodo-dodo-dodo!
The sound of the woodpecker bobbing her head back and forth.
Her beak ravaged the pine tree's knot indiscriminately.
[Ah, aaaaaah! Ah, ah, hiiiii!?]
Just like a maple tree by the roadside spewing sap everywhere.
Like an orange exposing its pulp, the straight knot trembled in spasms, leaking its held fluids profusely.
[...W-Wait... stop... please stooop! Hit, hng,... uhiii!]
The pine tree cried out desperately in a voice mixed with pleasure and pain.
It stretched out its branches with all its might, trying to pry the woodpecker away.
I circled behind the pine tree and grabbed the branch it extended, yanking it wide open.
The branch clenched in my grip was soft, squishy bark bulging between my fingers.
No resistance possible.
Lucy stared at me blankly with her face drenched.
[Master, um... do I have to keep doing this?]
'Keep going.'
[Yes...]
[...Hng, u, uuuh...]
It tensed its roots, trying to hold out and stifle its cries.
But that stubbornness lasted only a moment.
[U, uhiii... uhiIIIIK!?]
The tree let out a lewd cry, its trunk arching like a bow.
It was a wonder it didn't pass out. It climaxed so intensely that I thought it might.
No matter how much I'd been talking to trees lately.
It was hard to see it purely as sexual desire like with Sun.
The strength in the branch I held slackened.
With resistance gone, the pine tree's leaves were flipped back like rolled-back eyes.
Droplets beaded on the leaves like tears.
A light stroke along the unresisting branch triggered a brief spasm.
-Dodo-dodo-dodo-dodo!
Even then, the woodpecker's torment didn't stop.
[...Hyaaaah, ua... ah! Aaaah!]
If you'd just talked sooner, this wouldn't have happened.
What kind of conviction makes you hold out like this?
I stared at the pine tree, shrugged once, then summoned mana to create ropes.
A simple spell for me now, binding the opponent.
I gathered and tied the branches, ensuring no rebellion or escape.
Not that any creature could cast spells while its knot was pecked twenty times a second.
The limp branches proved it.
[Huaaah! Kyahng, hiiiit.]
The mind-broken tree could only scream now.
With the target fully bound by magic, I turned and walked outside.
'Stay put.'
[Where are you going, Master...? Leaving me with this.]
'Still got work left.'
Morning routine.
Other areas remain.
The Sage is so attached to the kids that skipping even a day might earn me an earful.
'If anything dangerous happens or trouble arises, tell me right away. It'll take about fifty minutes.'
[Understood.]
-Dodo-dodo-dodo!
[...Mind... hit, hng. Go... hii. Go awaaay...]
The endless cries and pecking sounds echoed.
By the time I returned, the lesson should be well underway.
I fiddled with the artifact in my pocket and activated spatial magic.
*****
[...Ube, ah... ah, ah. Ah. Ahng...]
The pine tree groaned rhythmically in a hoarse voice.
Maybe it had given up on life.
I stopped the woodpecker.
"Come back in now."
[...Yes, Master.]
"Sorry for making you do something weird."
[It's fine... because it's you, Master...]
The woodpecker continued in a slightly shocked voice.
She's female too, after all. Must be traumatic doing this.
I stroked her head and infused mana; she trembled happily.
[...Haaahng...]
A flirtatious moan escaped her beak.
After sending the woodpecker away, I faced the pine tree alone.
The knot was soaked beyond recognition.
Smooth without a single rough thorn, the once-tightly closed hole gaped open, revealing its interior.
Sticky sap draped inside.
Saying it like this feels off.
It's just like looking at a tree overflowing with viscous sap.
Even if I got aroused, it'd be from the voice, not the tree itself.
The tree before me looked exactly like any other tree I'd seen—my confidence assured me that much.
Though the still-spasming one lost in afterglow was rare.
"Hey."
[...Uhng, hngp.]
I poked the knot with my finger.
So sensitive—it convulsed violently the moment I inserted it.
-Pffft, pssh.
Sap clung stickily to my finger, the inner air pumping out like a bellows, making noise.
The knot's texture was definitely unlike wood.
A place for mating in a living being.
Trees, however, have organs purely for satisfying lust.
They have countless other ways to reproduce offspring.
The knot's sole purpose is for sex.
'Messy.'
Hate to admit it, but surprisingly, the knot resembled a human genital.
More than that, even.
Inner protrusions and crevices specialized for stimulation.
It gripped my finger like a custom sex toy.
[Uhha... ahht. Ahng... ah...]
"Not talking, huh."
[...I, I did... didn't I... ahahng!]
I hooked my finger like a claw; the inside warped accordingly.
The spot where a G-spot would be in a human.
Worked on trees too, apparently.
The knot dilated around my bent finger.
[...!?...!!?!]
-Pyut, pshh!
Sap oozed onto my hand.
At the sticky discomfort, I pulled out my fingers and wiped them on the tree's body.
"Spit it out already. What's this place for?"
[No, I hate it.]
Still got some fight left?
"Unless you want the woodpecker pecking your knot nonstop for twenty-four hours straight. Better talk now."
[......Twen-ty... four hours...?]
The pine tree shuddered in horror.
But only briefly.
She continued in a resolute voice, as if decided.
[...I won't talk. Not to a villain like you... ever.]
"Am I the villain?"
My actions sure are villainous.
I shoved my fingers back into the knot.
Two, three.
The responsive pine tree screamed.
[...A... aaaahng. Hot!]
"Ugh, fuck. Looks like a worthless tree sapling to me. But it's a girl too, huh."
[...Too, much... ugrr.]
"This some hidden camera? Feels more realistic if I'm dreaming right now."
I muttered to myself and stirred inside.
Let's see how far it'll go.
I thrust my fingers deep and hard with all my strength.
[...Thick, ...thiiiick! Lady Sistus... please... give me hope!]
"She doesn't give a damn about you."
If she meant to help, she'd be here by now.
No way valuable intel lurks in this remote spot worth her showing up.
Flower is too vast an organization to control fully.
Even Sistus's group is nominally under Flower, but really just a cult.
That's their self-identity.
Too big, with clashing opinions—impossible to steer every faction as Flower intends.
'Terrorists are Flower.'
Churches are Flower.
Even shady MLMs are Flower.
"In that mess—"
I plunged my hand into the knot.
[...Ut, ugruup!]
"—you think they'll help you? Suffer forever. Or spill to me."
I yanked my hand out with force, flinging sap aside.
The knot, still shaped like my hand, throbbed.
[...U, hng. Haa...]
No sign of talking.
'Use Enslavement?'
Mental resistance seems low enough.
A bit more torment, and it'd spill everything.
'But doesn't seem like it knows crucial secrets.'
Enslavement means mingling with the tree—disgusting on principle.
Sun said think of it as masturbation, but my trauma from the Healing World Tree lingers.
Couldn't bring myself to try.
Plus, my current mess started from screwing a tree with tofu—er, you know.
No wonder I hate trees now.
'Still gotta do it, probably.'
Not the day today.
No one comes back here anyway.
Checked outside—location like a slum.
Untouched nature, human hands absent.
Just an old church used as housing.
I shook off my hand and eyed the knot-baring tree.
Morning routines aplenty ahead.
Visit occasionally to drill reality home.
I tossed Sistus's blood-mixed corpse from the indented spot.
[La... Lady Sistus.]
Her face bore the child's expression intact.
Whatever other cadres, Sistus was pure evil.
"Ponder if that's Sistus's face or the kids you captured and sent."
I activated spatial magic.
Blue mana rose around me.
If it still won't wise up.
Let it die.
Of course, after filling the codex with Enslavement and extracting info, slowly.
*****
-Bolting up!
Eleonore puffed her cheeks as she sat up in bed.
"Lucy! Lucyyyy!"
She threw off the covers, flung the door open hard enough to bang.
-Bang!
Her gold-leafed door slammed the wall.
Servants in the hall jumped, staring.
"P-Princess?"
"Where's Lucy."
"Lady Lucy? She returned and... resting in her room."
"Lucy!!!! Get out here! Or else!"
Rumors swirled of Eleonore and Lucy gaining contractors lately.
Sharing secrets deepened their bond further.
Eleonore, brown hair flying, cheeks ballooned, stormed to Lucy's room.
"My dear Eleonore, what's the commotion?"
"Mother! Lucy took my precious thing!"
"Oh? Really now?"
The queen approached, scooping petite Eleonore into her arms.
Her ample bosom enveloped the girl softly.
The white-dressed queen soothed her, stroking her hair.
"Our princess. Maybe a misunderstanding?"
"...No way. That wench is hogging my contractor's attention."
Lucy was a renowned knight even in the Spirit Kingdom.
Naturally, a spiritist would prioritize her over novice Eleonore.
The queen petted Eleonore's head.
The puffed-cheek princess was the kingdom's cutest by repute.
'Jealousy, huh... adorable. I was like that once.'
Queen of Spirits. Holy Mother.
She recalled her past self, stroking gently.
No contractor now, but she'd once joined a woman's journey.
Comrade. Fellow warrior and friend.
Those tumultuous times lingered vividly.
When Eleonore got hers, the queen welcomed it.
Unlike the king raging "My daughter contracted with some guy? Unbelievable!"
"Let's go see together."
"...I wanna see Master."
"What was that?"
"N-Nothing!"
Holding Eleonore's hand tight, they headed to Lucy's room.
-Knock knock.
"Lucy? You in?"
Eleonore knocked, calling, but silence.
Fuming, she barged in without permission. Mother and daughter beheld the scene.
Armor and helmet on the floor.
Lucy on the bed, face flushed crimson, hand over mouth.
Covering with her palm.
Her pinky trembled faintly.
"Lucy?"
"Ah. Princess..."
Lucy rubbed her thighs together, smiling awkwardly.
Cherry lips glistening.
She licked them, exhaling heated breath.