Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Mutual Humiliation
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It's not just you who's embarrassed. I was embarrassed too, in all sorts of ways.
To think I'd feed lactation pills to an elf baring her chest while dressed in that deranged lingerie, then start milking her.
And in the sacred office lined with portraits of our ancestors, no less...
I was utterly unqualified as Family Head. I could list at least five crimes off the top of my head.
But paradoxically, all of this was for the family. Swallowing my tears, I lightly gripped the elf's breast.
"Hahng..."
A faint moan traveled through my fingertips. Even just a gentle squeeze, and the soft flesh yielded sweetly into my grasp, more enticing than anything in the world.
It felt so good that even touching it made me want to touch it more. If she weren't an elf, I might have been savoring the moment right now.
"You're no different from a whore. Getting off on being treated like this?"
"N-No...!?"
I squeezed her breast harder. While kneading it slowly, I teased the nipple lightly with my index finger.
It was a move inspired by all the dirty talk I'd heard from Baynan.
Would it work? Keeping my tension as I glanced at her profile, I saw her eyes half-lidded, mouth agape.
"M-Master... Ahng, ngh. When you touch me like thaaat... Hah, ngh..."
It worked! I had no idea if I was doing it right, but the elf seemed to be feeling it from my touch. And sure enough, beads of white liquid began forming at her nipple.
Buoyed by confidence, I kneaded her breast more aggressively.
The springy flesh that changed shape with every squeeze gave me a strange sense of satisfaction, so it wasn't half bad for me either.
"Th-There, hahng... I-I'm feeling it, I can't help iiiit..."
Her quickening breaths turned to steam. The droplets at her nipple's tip now streamed down in a steady flow.
But there wasn't much coming out, so it just trickled along the hand gripping her breast.
At this rate, my hand would get filthy before the bucket filled with milk.
"How long have I been touching you, and you're already squirting milk? You really are an irredeemable sow."
"Th-That's..."
I didn't give her time to argue. I pinched her nipple with my fingers.
"Hk!?"
The elf jolted in surprise, and milk sprayed out like a fountain, splattering the bucket's bottom.
"Correction. No dairy cow could do better."
I had no clue how the lactation potion worked exactly, but seeing this, its effect was undeniable. She was squirting milk just like a real cow.
It was unexpectedly fun, so I grabbed both nipples and tugged them like I was pinching. Each time, milk spurted out, and her moans grew more lascivious.
"Hngh, s-stop... Stop iiit...! Hah, ah, ngh, hnggh..."
Was her reluctance an act or real? Either way, it wasn't bad. Seeing her tremble and stick out her tongue, she seemed properly lost in it.
After squeezing a few more times, I decided that was enough and released her breasts.
"Ngh, ah..."
Seeing a decent amount of milk in the bucket filled me with an inexplicable pride.
'Maybe I should raise a few cows on the family estate.'
Lost in idle thoughts, I stood and looked down at the elf.
A few disheveled strands of hair clung to her lips.
With half-lidded eyes, she leaned her breasts over the bucket in a thoroughly debauched pose.
Milk still dribbled from her nipples, proof that the foreplay's pleasure hadn't fully faded.
This should be enough. I shook the milk from my hand and clicked my tongue.
"Now get out. The punishment is over."
"Huu..."
The punishment is over. Hearing that, the elf slowly raised her upper body.
Her ragged breaths gradually steadied, and regaining her senses, she looked up at me.
"Master? Could you say that again?"
"...Are you deaf? I said the punishment is over."
"Over...?"
Her questioning tone was ominous. Still not satisfied?
Calmly running calculations in my head, I strutted arrogantly to the chair in front of the desk.
Come to think of it, there were still a few selling methods left.
Plopping down in the chair, I haughtily declared.
"Bring the bucket of milk. I need a drink."
The elf rose and turned to me.
"And then?"
"What do you mean...?"
"After drinking my milk?"
"Well, the punishment ends..."
The life drained from her eyes.
"Heh..."
Then, without my command, she approached with the click of her heels.
"You'd probably prefer drinking it straight from the source."
Danger swirled in her glaring red eyes like a panorama.
The atmosphere shifted, my survival instincts blaring alarms. With every step she took, it felt like darkness encroached from all sides.
But I couldn't move. Meeting her gaze terrified me. I was just a stuffed doll in the chair.
"Lying isn't good, you know."
Her footsteps stopped.
"You said it was harsh punishment for me."
I let out a low groan.
"But I deserve more punishment..."
She gripped the back of the chair.
Leaning down to look at me, her cascading hair tickled my cheek.
"Seems like punishing me is too much of a hassle for you, Master."
I didn't answer.
I couldn't.
My mouth wouldn't move.
A primal fear rising from my subconscious screamed not to defy the elf.
"It's weird. Holding back your lust like this is bad for your health."
Her sticky voice burrowed into my brain.
Drip. A drop of milk fell from her nipple onto my lips.
"Master. I'll withdraw for today, but remember this one thing."
She grabbed my hand and guided it to her lower belly.
"The place to vent your lust is right here."
Her voice, like an emperor reigning over me, rang as an absolute command.
If I refused even now, I might really die. She wasn't touching me yet because she was still playing the 'slave' role.
I didn't want the catastrophe when that mask slipped...
"Next time, I'll remember."
I had no choice but to admit defeat.
After passing the warning to Theorad, the elf changed into her maid outfit and slammed the office door as she left.
'Annoying...'
Leaning against the door, the elf sighed deeply and swept her shimmering silver hair behind her ear.
Her downcast eyes half-lidded, staring straight ahead. In her mind lingered the image of Theorad frozen in fear.
For a moment, she wondered if she'd pushed too hard in her anger, but more than tormenting her toy, she felt inexplicable rage that the toy wasn't treating her as a woman.
'Why?'
It made no sense.
'No woman could be prettier than me.'
It wasn't arrogance.
It was the utterly objective judgment of an elf who'd lived countless ages, drawn from experience.
She'd wandered uncountable countries, met more people than she could name.
Among them was a beauty said to have toppled a king. Curious, she'd checked her out, but please. When that king proposed on sight, it was clear who'd won.
Afterward, countless men had courted her.
She hadn't used any feminine wiles. She had zero interest.
Disguised as a human, wandering the world to gather knowledge, men naturally flocked. Intensely so.
— "Your skills are impressive. But I know secret magic you don't. Curious? How about a closer relationship? It's unknown to the world; only through me."
— "In my life, I've never seen a woman as lovely and wise as you. How could I not fall? I'll give you half my kingdom. If you join me."
— "Once this mission ends, I'm retiring. Build a manor on my territory's border and settle down. After all this hardship, it's time to rest. So, what do you say? We've only known each other a week through magic tool trades, but I like you."
Pathetic men hid their lechery behind feigned innocence to propose.
One had courted the cliffside flower—an elf—for years to pluck her.
But the elf rejected them all. If they didn't get it, she'd break a finger to make them realize their place.
Whether their feelings were real didn't matter. Elves don't trust human emotions. Especially 'love'—she scoffed at it.
Love's flame ignited easily but extinguished just as fast.
To an elf living near-eternal life, human love was just a mental trick for breeding, a mere excuse.
'And yet.'
Theorad was suppressing his instincts to the limit for that pathetic love.
There had been several sellings so far, but each time, he'd restrained himself, acting with calculated restraint.
His intent to satisfy her through precise moves shone through subtly.
At first, she'd thought it desperation to survive, but now it felt different.
'Fiancée.'
Esilly Pellgaroin, was it?
Theorad clearly loved that woman truly.
So he didn't want to mix with other women.
A noble of the empire, head of a prestigious house, guarding his chastity like his life—laughable, like something a proper lady would do.
Yes. So unfunny it ground her teeth.