Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Wax and Reluctance
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My hands shook as I loosened the brooch at my throat a little more. My mouth was parched, and even in the chilly air, sweat beaded on my forehead.
Right now, in this moment, I was stuck with an unintended choice.
Should I make her piss in the nearby bushes to secure an uncertain survival, or have her piss on my father's statue to guarantee it?
Think, just think.
Don't focus on the trees—look at the forest. If it were just my life on the line, I'd pick the first option without hesitation. But one wrong move here, and the entire household could be wiped out.
Besides... having a slave's piss stain my father's statue was something only I knew about for now. It wasn't like it would tarnish the family honor.
Yeah. Losing my life over pride would be putting the cart before the horse.
*I'm sorry, Father.*
First things first—I had to survive.
Swallowing my rage, I opened my mouth.
"Have her piss on the statue. That sounds more entertaining."
The elf's eyes went wide as saucers.
"Y-Yes? B-But that's your father's..."
I know, you fucking bitch! You're the one who suggested it! You said it all with those eyes!
"Doesn't matter. So what if it's my father? He's dead—he's just a corpse now. Or are you defying my orders?"
"N-No, sir..."
"Then follow me."
I yanked on the elf's leash and headed toward my father's statue. She crawled across the grass behind me, then looked up with eyes begging for the command again once we reached it.
"You trash slut. Hurry up and piss."
"Ah. Y-Yes...!"
With permission granted, the elf lifted one leg like a dog and hesitated. After a moment, a bright yellow stream gushed from her crotch, soaking the base of the statue.
The steam rising in thick clouds from the cold air only tormented me more.
The curving jet of piss slowed to a trickle dripping from her urethra. As I stared down at the residual drops trailing down her inner thighs, I channeled my inner cold bastard and murmured,
"Lick up your own piss."
"Th-That..."
"Now."
The elf shuddered and bowed her head. Strands of her silver hair trailed into the still-wet puddle as her dainty tongue slipped past her lips. She began lapping up the piss she'd left at the foot of my father's statue.
Was this really the right thing to do? I fiddled with my cufflinks and let out a deep, secret sigh.
*I'm sorry. Your son is a worthless bastard... I'm truly sorry.*
I couldn't bear the gaze from my father's statue looking down at me, so I lifted my head.
But the countless stars spread across the dark night sky looked like the accusing eyes of my ancestors, doubling my guilt.
*My life seems ruined. No, maybe our whole family...*
I'll gladly pay for my sins in hell.
I won't even buy indulgences.
"Hnngh, it stinks...! Forgive me, Master...!"
No... maybe this is already hell.
When I got back to the mansion with the elf in tow, I realized that making her piss on my father's statue was just the beginning of solving my problems.
Clop—
With each of my footsteps, the elf crawled on all fours down the mansion's corridor. Right beside me.
That's why I was so damn confused. The candles burning at regular intervals cast a faint light on the mansion's shadows, but they did nothing to brighten my troubled mind.
*Why the hell is she still crawling!?*
I'd clearly told her when we entered the mansion.
The nude walk was over—stand on two feet now. But the elf had shaken her head, whining that she hadn't received enough punishment yet.
In other words, this lewd and wicked elf still wasn't satisfied.
*What more does she want here...!*
My face, feigning composure, twitched against my will.
This silence, this stillness—it terrified me.
What would normally feel peaceful now twisted into a hellscape because of the elf crawling at my side.
My instincts were screaming. If I just shoved her into the room without doing anything, I might end up dead.
"Hiiing. My knees huuurt..."
I ignored the elf's whimpering and closed my eyes.
Let me think back. There had to be a reason for this. No smoke without fire. The key was figuring out what she wanted from me...?
*No way.*
I gasped and opened my eyes. I'd suddenly figured out why the elf was acting like this.
—After the nude walk, we'll have 'sexual torment' time.
Looking back, my desperate ramblings to avoid death had definitely included the words 'sexual torment.'
From the elf's perspective, the nude walk was the appetizer, and sexual torment was the main course.
Now it made sense. The elf was silently protesting because I, the chef, hadn't served up the dish yet...!
*You fucking idiot!*
Rage boiled up at my past careless self. Sexual torment? I'd never even fucked a woman, let alone tormented one!
...But the water was spilled. Calm down. To escape this situation, I had to find a way somehow.
It wouldn't be easy, but I could pull it off. After all, I was born into a prestigious noble house and had mastered countless survival tactics. I wouldn't bend to a setback like this.
"You shameless bitch."
Sneering, I stopped in place. The elf halted her crawl and glanced up at me warily. I cleared my throat and flexed my hands.
"Roll onto your back. Time to start the sexual torment."
"M-Master..."
"Don't make me say it twice."
I glared down coldly, and the elf flipped onto her back, assuming a puppy pose.
Her breasts and pussy were fully exposed. Even so, no lust stirred in me. This elf was too terrifying for that...
"First off."
I kicked off my shoes, then peeled off my socks, shoving my bare foot into the elf's mouth.
"As a sign of complete submission, give my foot a kiss."
It was the exact same routine as in the courtyard, but what choice did I have? Nothing else came to mind!
"Too muuuch...!"
Even so, the elf seemed fine with it and obediently licked my sweat-drenched foot without complaint.
I figured that was enough and tried to pull away, but her tongue slipped between my toes so freely that I froze.
Curious how far she'd go, I let her continue. Soon she was sucking my toes into her mouth with wet slurps.
*Why the hell is she sucking so hard...?*
My order was just for a kiss—why was she going above and beyond? I couldn't understand it.
After standing there dumbfounded for a bit, I cleared my throat belatedly and lifted my foot.
"Ah."
Before the elf could radiate any murderous intent from having her treat yanked away, I quickly pressed my foot against her pussy.
It was slick—whether from piss or arousal, I couldn't tell.
"You vulgar slut. Getting excited from being treated worse than human? You're nothing but a dog cunt."
"Hngh. Please stop saying that..."
"Stop? Ha! I'll only stop abusing you verbally when you're dead."
Even I thought it was excessively harsh as I pressed down firmly on her pussy.
"Hngyyut...!"
The elf stuck out her tongue and twitched. At that erotic sight, I felt a thrill. Not sadism awakening—no, it was the thrill of survival.
*I'm doing great!*
At this rate, I could get through the night without issue. Brimming with confidence, I kneaded her pussy with my foot and twisted my lips into a sneer.
"You acted all high and mighty when you first arrived, but you're really just trash worse than a pig!"
"Hngk, kgh!"
"Hahaha. How's it feel? Having your life defiled?"
"Huu..."
"Despairing? Want to die? Come on, say something!"
"Mm..."
Huh? Why's her reaction getting weaker?
*Did I mess up?*
I'd been pressing her pussy properly while spewing garbage talk. I couldn't be more vicious than this—what part disappointed her?
"Hm."
Afraid, I lowered my foot and stroked my chin. First, buy time and check her expression. If I'd missed something, I had to find it.
*What the hell is it?*
But I couldn't tell. Those inorganic eyes just stared blankly at my face...? Wait.
Hold on. She wasn't looking at my face. On closer inspection, she was staring at the candle behind me. A dim realization hit me, and my inner jaw dropped.
Right. From the start, this elf had wanted sexual torment with the candle...!
"Seems like ordinary punishment won't snap you out of it."
Decision made, I turned and grabbed the candlestick from the wall. The flame consuming the wick flickered like a haze.
"I'll sear your body with hot wax. Maybe then you'll develop a little awe for me."
"N-Nooo...!"
Seeing the elf flinch in terror brought a relieved smile to my lips. This was the right answer.
"Now, time to commence the searing elf roast parade—"
I tilted the candlestick but froze. The elf looking up at me, tears streaming down her face, seemed more pitiful than I'd imagined.
"Please, pleeease, Master..."
Huh? Was that acting? What if she really hated it? Maybe my assumption about her wanting candle torment was wrong.
I mean, it was wax. Low-temp wax might be okay, but regular candle wax was hot enough to burn skin.
This wasn't sexual torment anymore—just plain torture. No masochist could like this. Hesitating, I lowered my voice arrogantly for a precise judgment.