Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Licking the Master's Shoes
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"Lick."
In a dim corner of the corridor, the mansion servant Lebera swallowed hard in confusion.
The master of the mansion, Theo Rad—the head of the noble viscount family—was treating an elf slave like a dog in the central courtyard.
"Why...?"
As far as Lebera could remember, Theo Rad was a good man.
He was always kind to the mansion's servants and never laid a hand on slaves, who weren't even treated as people.
That elf slave had broken a priceless vase that Theo cherished on her very first day in the mansion and received some punishment for it, but even though the vase was worth an entire house, the penalty handed to the elf had been relatively light.
At most, it involved maintaining a posture of submission and being fed food scraps. Even that was just a show to save face.
In any other family, they would've chopped off the slave's limbs and whipped her to death in broad daylight, but ending it with starvation torture was truly an act of mercy.
"But..."
She hadn't realized that, unbeknownst to her, the elf was enduring such humiliations.
Forcing her to attend him every night wasn't enough; now he was making her feel shame and lick his shoes. No matter how much one could treat slaves like objects, this wasn't the Theo Rad that Lebera knew.
"...The Family Head has changed."
She'd heard stories like this. People who acted gentle and polite would flip completely once they became the family head, turning into tyrants.
Perhaps Theo Rad was one of those types.
"Did the previous Family Head's sudden death have something to do with...?"
The thought sent chills down her spine. Lebera backed away slowly and hurried out of the corridor toward her room.
Could she keep the horrific reality she'd witnessed a permanent secret?
Lebera had no confidence she could.
If someone asked me about the prosperity of our family, I'd tell them to look up at my father's statue in the center of the courtyard.
My father was the former head of the renowned Viscount Deharm family, an unparalleled talent in the earldom and an exceptional leader.
On the other hand, there was no need to look far for the origins of our family's decline. It was right under my feet...
"Huek... keh..."
The elf was licking the sole of my shoe. Not just licking it—she was doing it with full sincerity, passionately.
She swallowed the dirt stuck to the sole with her tongue, coughing and gagging, then stuck it out again to meticulously clean my shoe with it.
The dirt covering the shoe gradually vanished, replaced by a flood of the elf's saliva.
I'd never done or even wanted to do anything this perverse in my life, so I couldn't stop my facial muscles from twitching in unwanted ways.
In other words, I was the one feeling the shame.
'I'm going insane.'
Back in the fairy tales I read as a child, elves were gentle, thoughtful beings.
They'd warmly welcome lost adventurers or help wounded stragglers who fled into the forest without hesitation—a kind race. That was elves.
So what the hell was this? What was this deranged woman crawling under my feet, greedily licking my shoe like a glutton?
I couldn't understand it. The incomprehensibility made it even more terrifying...
"Hoo."
After licking until the shoe gleamed, the elf pulled her head back. Saliva dripped from her mouth like a thread before snapping off.
She caught her breath, then parted her glistening lips.
"Woof."
Was she seriously imitating a dog now, just because I told her not to speak when the collar was on?
Her flushed face looking up at me sent shivers down my spine for some reason. Unable to find the right words, I froze for a moment before slowly pulling my foot away.
Perhaps because I'd stepped on her so long, a clear shoe print marked her breast.
"Alright. I think this is enough for you to feel just how rock-bottom your life is. I'll end today's punishment here..."
The elf's expression turned icy in an instant. I hurriedly changed my words.
"...You thought that, did you? You insolent bitch!"
I bellowed and stepped on the elf's face. Not really stepping, just placing my foot lightly.
"Eek, kii...!"
But the elf didn't care about the subtle difference in pressure. Being stepped on seemed to bring her some kind of pleasure.
"Pleeease... stop, Mastaaar...!"
The elf reached up and grabbed my ankle. For a split second, I thought she was going to snap it, my heart dropping, but thankfully, the disaster I imagined didn't happen.
"It huuuurts so muuuch...!"
If anything, it was the opposite. The elf was pulling my ankle, urging me to press harder on her face.
'Fuck, for real.'
Chills ran through my entire body, but there was no reason not to play along.
"You're speaking human words again, you insolent mongrel—!"
"Kyaaang!"
I slammed the elf's head into the grass and bore down with my foot.
'Why are you doing this to me, seriously.'
I wanted to cry from the injustice. This wasn't who I was...
But I couldn't drop the act. I ground my shoe into her cheek until the print was etched in, then steadied my breath and lifted my foot.
"Hoo. Speak human words one more time, and you'll suffer worse than this."
Oh no. I'd said it myself and startled even me—I inhaled sharply without thinking. What if this elf deliberately acted rebellious to make me give her even harsher treatment? I'd be totally cornered.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I looked down. The elf closed her tear-filled eyes and softly mouthed something.
"Meeeow..."
Haa. Good, she seemed satisfied for now.
Then let's head back. I'd turned the situation to my advantage; she wouldn't complain anymore.
"If you understand, turn around and get up."
"Kiiing..."
However, even when I tugged the collar, the elf didn't rise.
With a troubled look, she fidgeted, then lowered her hand to fondle her privates. She twisted her legs as if desperate.
Did she want to mate? That would be a problem for me. I didn't want to mess around with her peppers and fail to satisfy her to the point of death.
Besides, no matter how insatiable her lust, it couldn't overcome fear.
Even the Emperor I'd glimpsed as a child hadn't been as scary as this woman. How could I have sex with someone scarier than His Majesty?
Unless I lost my mind, it was impossible in my current state.
Still, I had to confirm. Calming my trembling lips, I opened my mouth as casually as possible.
"What, you want to mate? With me? You? Ha! You still haven't come to your senses. I fuck you when I want to—not when you do!"
I put on a deliberate bravado. I thought she'd back down, but the elf rubbed her lower belly and began shedding tears.
"Kiiing, hiiing..."
What? Now that I looked, it didn't seem like she wanted sex. Maybe something else? After hesitating, I arrogantly jerked my chin.
"Tonight, I'll specially allow you to speak. Tell me what's wrong."
"Y-yes...! U-um, my bladder feels like it's gonna burst...!"
"Bladder?"
If it's pee, just go. The mansion was full of toilets. There were over five for the servants alone, plus two made specifically for slaves.
They were cleaned weekly, so they didn't even smell. No need to beg me...
'Ah.'
There was. There was a reason.
'Pee play.'
I'd once read a book called *Lewd Hobgoblin Maid* in my father's study.
A limited-edition hardcover had a similar scene. I'd thought it was absurd fiction at the time, but now it seemed like it was based on experience.
Because the elf in front of me clearly wanted that.
'Wait. Does that mean the author of *Lewd Hobgoblin Maid* actually fucked a hobgoblin?'
And why did my father buy it? ...Never mind. Imagining it makes my stomach churn. I needed to focus on my situation.
"If you need to pee, then do it right here."
"M-Master. Please show mercy... Please let this worthless bitch use the toilet..."
Her reaction confirmed it. Regaining my confidence, I sneered again.
"Why would a bitch need a toilet? Have you ever seen a street mutt use one?"
"That's too cruueel...!"
"What's cruel is that lowly brain of yours still not grasping your place. Before I get even angrier, get up and pee somewhere nearby."
The elf reluctantly turned and placed her hands on the ground. I thought she'd just piss on any patch of grass, but for some reason, she seemed to be waiting for my command.
And oddly... she glanced toward my father's statue.
'Did I see that wrong?'
I watched closely to be sure, but no—it wasn't a mistake. The elf was definitely peeking at my father's statue. Did she want to pee there?
No, more than peeing on the statue, she wanted confirmation that I was human trash.
A family head who lets a slave's piss stain his own father's statue. Wasn't I perfect for dragging her to the depths of hell?
But. But...
'No fucking way!'
No way! I'd die first! How could I let some slave's piss defile my beloved, respected father's statue? Even if a knife were at my throat...
"Master... where should I pee...?"
...A knife was at my throat.
She was even asking outright—her intent was crystal clear.
"Pee... "