Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: The Milkbabe Pill
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It was the elf again. Her irritated expression was so frightening that my body flinched involuntarily.
No matter what, you don't spout crap like that to a bishop!
I panicked and strode forward, clamping my hand over the elf's mouth.
“Of, of course it's fine. Please ignore what my slave said and go rest your eyes in an empty room.”
“Thank you for your kindness. Then I'll impose on you briefly.”
Leviham bowed his head to me and left the reception room as if there was nothing more to see.
His movements were so resolute that they almost came off as rude.
‘...Is he really going to sleep?’
I'd never heard of a bishop spending the night at another family's estate.
I stood there dazed for a moment, then jolted at the warm, moist sensation against my palm and yanked my hand away.
Sure enough, my palm was coated in saliva. The moment I'd covered her mouth, she'd licked my hand vigorously with her tongue.
Honestly, it was a little creepy.
“Unbelievable. Are you in heat or something?”
I glared down at her in disgust, and the elf lightly pressed herself against me.
Her breasts squished softly against my shoulder, making it hard to keep a straight face.
I couldn't understand why she was acting like this, and a wave of fear washed over me.
“Master.”
She called my name with a bit more affection than usual, then wrapped my arm gently against her chest.
“Isn't it time to punish this vulgar sow who only knows how to gulp down her master's cock milk?”
Ah... so that's what this was about.
But I still hadn't even checked what the adult toys from the witch were. If I jumped into sexual torment without knowing and failed to deliver proper degradation, my life could be in danger.
Yeah. No matter how I thought about it, postponing by a day was the smart move.
“Don't be annoying. Whether you get punished and when is up to me, not you...”
The elf's face hardened in an instant. A killing intent seeped through her blank expression, making my shoulder twitch.
It felt like she was saying she wouldn't forgive me if I let this slide again.
Sensing the crisis, I twisted my lips as naturally as I could.
“...We'll start right now. Follow me up to the study.”
Leviham slipped out of the reception room and entered an empty guest room in the mansion.
But he had no intention of just taking a nap leisurely.
—Please refrain from rash actions inside the mansion from now on. Your master hates it when his hobbies get exposed.
The elf's words flashed through his mind, but Leviham just snorted.
Stay quiet? What an arrogant, absurd demand.
Now that he'd caught wind of Theorad making some shady deal with the witch guildmaster, there was no way a servant of the God of Light could just let it go.
From past to present, the scriptures commanded the faithful to root out and punish heretics.
Since Theorad showed signs of heresy, Leviham had no intention of defying the divine mission bestowed upon him.
‘All is the will of the gods.’
The elf's aura was intimidating, but he couldn't back down.
He had sworn to give his life if it meant upholding the gods' will and making the world a better place.
And on the day he became a cleric, he'd vowed under divine mercy to make the world equal, so this was simply the righteous path.
Thus, Leviham perked up his senses, focusing on the noises in the corridor.
He'd borrowed an empty room along the path to the study, so he'd surely hear footsteps if Theorad passed by.
As Leviham predicted, about five minutes later, heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor. The problem was the sharp click of heels accompanying them.
—I'm sorry, Master. It's because of me that you're going through this trouble.
—Don't flaunt your empty head now of all times. I'll make you realize just how incompetent you are this time.
—I, I was just...
—Shut up, trash. No excuses.
One voice was the elf's. The other was, naturally, Theorad.
Leviham was momentarily stunned.
‘Taking a slave to the study?’
He wasn't an expert on noble family customs, but he had his share of knowledge.
Typically, noble houses didn't allow slaves into the study reserved solely for the family head. They treated the workspace as sacred.
Thus, they avoided bringing in slaves, symbols of impurity.
Even wastrels upheld that tradition, so it was quite shocking that Theorad, head of the prestigious Deharem family, would break the ancestors' rules.
‘So the outward benevolence is just a facade after all. Or...’
That elf might actually be one of the underworld forces disguised as a slave.
It was a bit of a stretch, but with Theorad colluding with the Dark Moon guildmaster, it was worth considering.
But it was all circumstantial at best. To get a real grasp, he needed to eavesdrop on Theorad's true feelings straight from the source.
Creak—
Leviham cautiously cracked the door and peered into the corridor.
Not far off, he saw Theorad and the elf walking along.
Theorad exchanged a few words with the elf, then opened the study door and entered, with the elf following right behind.
A normal slave might hesitate to enter her master's study, but the elf's movements were perfectly natural.
‘Does this happen often?’
What kind of relationship did they have that entering the study alone together felt routine?
Curiosity bred suspicion, and suspicion tempted Leviham like a fraying thread.
Gulping, Leviham stepped into the corridor and crept toward the study. Then, slowly, he pressed his ear to the door, muffling his presence.
He had to find out what words passed between the two inside—and what massive conspiracy they might unleash.
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I was screwed.
“Hmm...”
I'd marched into the study full of bravado with the elf in tow, but I had no clue what the mysterious bucket on the desk was for.
The crystal orb was gone, so the product must have arrived properly. But what the hell was I supposed to do with an iron bucket?
At least there was a silver lining: a ribbon-wrapped box sat beside it.
Ziiiiing—
The elf's gaze, staring at it like “What the hell is that?”, was burdensome. If I exaggerated a bit, she looked like a dog brimming with excitement before snack time.
If she had a tail, it'd be wagging furiously right now.
Could I really turn that anticipation into satisfaction...?
I shot the elf a sideways glare and cleared my throat as I walked to the desk.
“Perfect timing—the items I ordered arrived. I'll inspect them, so wait here.”
“Yesss...”
After ordering the elf to stand by, I took a deep breath and untied the box's ribbon.
Lifting the lid revealed an indecent assortment so obscene I could barely look straight at it.
To describe: underwear with so little fabric it barely qualified as clothing, a headband, some mystery pills, a rod with a rounded end, and a leather whip, all neatly arranged.
I'd never kept or even wondered about stuff like this my whole life. How did the elf's spell lead me to this?
Sneering at myself, I pulled out the paper from the corner of the box and unfolded it. It was the instruction manual Dremes had enclosed.
『To Family Head Theorad Deharem.
Hello, Family Head Theorad? Thank you so much for patronizing our shop.
But do I really need to keep using formal speech? Right?
It's not like you and that dogshit Baynen think alike.
Still, since I can't read your mind, I'll stick to formal here.
Anyway, to the point: the adult toys I sent you are called the ‘Milkbabe Set.’
You know what a milk cow is? The animal that squirts milk from its udders.
If you do, you'll get it quick. This literally turns a woman into a milk cow.
Now, check the box—you'll see one pill.
It's called the Milkbabe Pill. When taken, it makes the body secrete breast milk.
In simple terms: milk comes out of the tits.
The more aroused the user gets, the more milk flows. As for taste, honestly, no idea.
Some say it's gross, others say it's delicious, so probably depends on the person's constitution.
You can figure out the rest, right? I trust you.
P.S. If you're gonna do pervert play, go in with full confidence.
Women don't just feel it with their bodies. They feel it with their minds, hearts, atmosphere too. If the man lacks confidence in his actions, she'll think all sorts of crap.
Postscript. Tell that fucker Baynen I'm seriously gonna kill him soon.
Dark Moon Guildmaster Dremes.』
I finished the letter masquerading as instructions and folded it up with a troubled heart.
‘A pill that makes milk come out...’
Was this person really living in the same era as me?
In some world I didn't know, abominations like this were being churned out left and right.
Somehow, the colors I saw the world in felt even more desaturated...
“Master?”
But I didn't have time to mope. Right now, I had to focus solely on satisfying this elf.
First, before the real torment began, I needed to explain the products. This step was essential to prevent any mishaps.
‘Alright then...’
Start with the tamest one (honestly, nothing was tame) and go from there.
I picked up the box, turned to the elf, and tossed the underwear and headband at her feet.
Thud. As the elf stared puzzled at them by her feet, I began explaining.
“This is what you'll wear when receiving punishment. Got a problem?”
“B-but this is too slutty...”
“Born to be my cum dump, and you're complaining it's too revealing?”
“That's not it...”
Her reaction seemed adequately pleased. Onward.
I pulled out the pill and held it up.
“This is medicine for you. Makes milk come out even without pregnancy. I ordered it special.”
Emphasizing it was a special order highlighted my preparation.
Seemingly pleased, a thin smile curved the elf's lips.
“Nooo... Master, you're such a devil...”
“Shut your mouth.”