Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: The Elf Who Wants to Be Whipped
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However, the elf showed no sign of satisfaction at all, letting out only pained groans. As her excitement gradually subsided with the passage of time, her expression slowly turned icy.
Fuck. I thought I'd done enough, so what am I supposed to do if she won't let me go?
How the hell do I get out of this room? I racked my brain as hard as I could, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and turned to Marhan.
"You there. Come over here."
"Me?"
"Yes."
Marhan strode toward me. She wore a displeased look, clearly unhappy with the things I'd been doing to the elf so far.
That was exactly what I planned to exploit. If I could leverage Marhan's upright nature, maybe I could put a stop to this "tormenting the elf slave" business.
If I stopped on my own accord, the elf would get pissed, but if Marhan told me to knock it off and end the whipping session, it wouldn't be on me.
Pinning my hopes on Marhan, I addressed her with the most malicious expression I could muster.
"My slave still hasn't come to her senses, it seems. Tell me if there's a way to humiliate her even more harshly."
At my words, Marhan's face clouded with confusion. It was only natural.
Marhan was a knight who had undergone formal training in the Blue Banner Knights. Protecting the weak was the ironclad creed of her life.
So come on, Marhan! Don't yield to the tyranny right before your eyes! No matter that she's the regent's slave, tormenting the weak like this isn't right—just say the word!
"Regent Excellency."
Was it duty or conviction? Marhan steeled herself amid her confusion and spoke with a serious expression.
"There were shackles with iron balls over there. Using those should do the trick."
Thanks to her, I got to feel like hell was being extended.
It must feel just like this if you chop your own foot with the axe you trusted. I'd held the Blue Banner Knights' convictions—in service to the Count Pelgaroin family—in such high regard, and now I felt utterly pathetic for it.
Of course, there was no real fault in Marhan's actions.
I was, after all, just the regent acting as the count's proxy. For Marhan, who served the count as her lord, obeying me was only natural.
But still.
'Why is she going above and beyond...!'
The problem was how dutifully she was following my orders.
If she'd just pretended to agree and brushed it off vaguely, I could've found another way out. But Marhan didn't do that.
She suggested using the "shackles with iron balls" for "even harsher humiliation" and even told me exactly where they were. Right in front of the elf, who could hear everything.
'Read the room, Marhan!'
I screamed internally, but this oblivious knight didn't seem capable of picking up on my expression.
In short, my escape route was blocked. It was a self-inflicted wound with no room for excuses. I'd been hoisted by my own petard. But there was still room for improvement.
I took a deep breath to steady myself, then reignited my hope once more.
"Marhan. Despite being born a woman, you joined the knights and became a full-fledged knight. The path to knighthood wasn't smooth, I imagine."
Marhan nodded, puzzled but compliant.
"Yes. That's correct."
"Then let me ask you this. What made you a knight?"
"To protect the weak and safeguard the Empire and the Pelgaroin family from the seven hells of the demon world, known as the Demon Realm."
Her answer came without hesitation. It showed just how proud she was of being a knight and how faithfully she upheld her duty. To turn this situation around, I needed to dig into that.
"I see. Then it's a bit regrettable. You've had to stand by and watch as I discipline my slave. To exaggerate a little, doesn't that make you an 'accomplice'?"
I emphasized "accomplice" on purpose. In hopes that it would prick her conscience and make her rein me in.
I'd laid the bait, now all I could do was pray Marhan would bite. She mulled over my words in silence for a while before finally speaking.
"Indeed. Standing by while you discipline your slave does go against my beliefs."
"Oh ho. Then you must want to put a stop to this—"
"However."
Marhan placed a hand over her heart.
"I swore loyalty to Count Excellency. And to Viscount Theobald, who carries out the regency role with his trust, I must show the same fealty. One's convictions should be strong, but not so strong as to override a lord's command. That is my idea of chivalry."
Her words rang with chastity—no, with such sincere devotion that it touched me. On any other day, I'd have showered her with praise for being such an exemplary knight.
But not today. I felt the tiny spark of hope inside me crumble to ash, and with a wretched heart, I curled my lips into a smile.
"Oh, excellent judgment. You're right. Go fetch the shackles."
"Yes, Regent Excellency."
Marhan bowed her head and went to retrieve the shackles from the corner. Watching her, I habitually fiddled with the brooch at my throat.
'This is driving me insane.'
The situation was unfolding in exactly the opposite direction of what I'd intended, leaving my whole body prickling with tension. I never wanted to ramp up the torture intensity.
I had no idea how the elf would react to this unintended shackle play.
'...Better not look back for now.'
If our eyes met and she used it against me, I'd be the one suffering. Standing there with my hands behind my back, I waited until Marhan returned with the shackles and showed them to me.
"Here they are. They're quite heavy... It looks like they're meant to be fastened around the torture subject's ankles. Probably to increase the pain by adding weight."
They looked heavy even at a glance. Marhan's hands were larger than mine, a man's, yet the iron balls were nearly the size of her palms.
'You're supposed to strap these to her ankles?'
This wasn't a joke—it wouldn't end with just pain. As I hesitated to respond, Marhan glanced at the slave. Pity flickered in her thick, round eyes.
"No matter how I look at it, this'll be rough on that slave. She's staring over here like she's terrified—I'm not sure she can handle it..."
"...Terrified?"
"Yes. Look, you can see it—she's on the verge of tears, hiccuping like that."
Good. Even for the elf, this had to be a plus. The anxiety buried deep in my gut melted away. No need to worry anymore.
I turned gladly, chin-pointing at the elf who was holding back tears just as Marhan said.
"Shackle the slave's ankles."
"Pardon? But..."
You suggested it! Don't back out now!
"I want to give her a proper punishment while we're at it."
"If you put it that way, understond."
Marhan nodded and approached the elf. Kneeling on one knee, she began fastening the shackles around the slender ankle. The elf looked at me pleadingly.
"N-Nooo... Master, please forgive me. I might really die..."
Even knowing it was an act, a twinge of conscience still stung. Who could enjoy watching a pitiful-looking woman beg through tears?
But right now, I was a cold-blooded psychopath who'd toss aside a chef's painstaking dish after one bite. Ignoring the elf's pleas, I sneered dismissively.
"Quit your whining. You won't die from this."
"Masteeer..."
"Your sniveling is annoying. Marhan, are the shackles on yet?"
"Ah, yes. Just a moment..."
Clank. The sound of the shackles locking around her ankle, and one leg jerked downward. The weight of the iron ball was pulling it.
"Hiiik...!"
The startled elf yanked hard on the ropes binding her wrists, trying to lift her body against the iron ball's weight.
In the meantime, Marhan went to the other side and secured the second shackle. With both ankles shackled, her body's balance evened out.
But it was too soon for relief. Even weight distribution meant it pulled her downward all the more uniformly.
"It hurts, it huuuurts...!"
Her vulva, pressed against the wooden horse's back, began sinking lower. Her labia parted, slick fluids flowing more profusely, and each time, the elf gritted her teeth in pain, tugging the ropes to lift herself.
In the process, her exposed breasts jiggled lightly, and her unintended grinding against the wooden horse stimulated both her pain and lust.
"Hnngh, haaaah... My pussy's getting ruined..."
She panted heavily while yanking the ropes desperately. Her lower abdomen tensed, making her spread folds bite even tighter into the wooden horse's back. It was so lasciviously obscene it was embarrassing to watch.
"M-Mommy, it huuurts so much...! Hic, please forgive me now, Masteeer...! I-I'm gonna pee..."
Was it the unavoidable exertion tensing her whole body that made her need to go? Or was she holding it on purpose to do it in front of me? Either way, I couldn't stop her. The elf wouldn't want that.
"What do you want me to do about it? If you have to pee, then pee."
"Nooo. Not like this, in front of Master..."
Sniffling pitifully, the elf finally gave in, her body trembling. Then a stream of yellow liquid poured from her vulva, trickling down the triangular wooden horse. Naturally, my overcoat was draped over it.
'That thing's expensive, you bitch...'
Part of me wanted to yell at her for not even being potty-trained. But that would just extend the whipping session.
To keep this bizarre relationship going long-term, you have to know when to hit and run. I pressed a hand to my nose bridge, frowning.
"The stench of piss is wafting over here. You've killed my mood. We're pulling out."
Marhan looked uncharacteristically pleased.
"Ah. Understood. Then should I remove the shackles...?"
"Don't."
"Pardon? But leaving her like this will cause her a lot of pain, won't it?"
For a normal slave, yes. For this elf, she was probably more thrilled at being left like that. But with no good way to explain, I just glared at Marhan instead.
"I told you not to ask twice."
At my warning, Marhan nodded reluctantly. Good thing she didn't prattle on.
"Let's go."
I exited the room with utmost dignity. Marhan hesitated a moment before following. From behind came something like "Don't go, Masteeer...", but I ignored it cleanly.
"Regent Excellency."
As we walked down the corridor, Marhan spoke up. I replied without turning.
"Speak."
"Didn't you leave your overcoat? Shall I fetch it?"
"No need."
"Ah, um. I heard it was something you cherished."
"I do cherish it, but thanks to you, I don't need it anymore."
"Pardon?"
If you hadn't suggested bringing the shackles, the elf wouldn't have pissed herself. Irritated for no good reason, I ground my teeth, and Marhan scratched the back of her neck as she caught up beside me.
"But it seems like you're subtly taking care of your slave, Regent Excellency. The ropes, the overcoat—all prepared by you, right? Your actions are a bit rough, but you really do like your slave..."
"Marhan."
Recalling the character for "endure," I turned to her with the most benevolent face I could manage.
"One more word, and I'll have you executed."