Gambling Scam (6): The Dark Elf's Discipline
Three hundred million is an enormous sum of money—everyone knows that without me having to explain it.
I naturally assumed it would take a ton of time to burn through that much cash.
I mean... it's three hundred million, right?
Terranium isn't exactly a high-cost city, and it's overflowing with fresh ingredients anyway.
Plus, even a hardcore gambling addict hits that post-nut clarity phase after a wild run.
I figured that brake would eventually stop Noxbell in her tracks.
"Hah."
Noxbell completely shattered my expectations in the most absurd way possible.
What kind of woman is this...?
What if this bitch joins my collection and blows through all my money?
That would be a total nightmare. I've gotta do something about her...
"Noxbell. If you blow through three hundred million..."
"...I'd have no face left."
"It's not about face. The debt you've racked up is a whopping six hundred million now. Even without interest, that's... way too much money."
"I know that much! Didn't I say I'd pay it back?"
"When exactly do you plan on paying it?"
Just like how you look different going into the bathroom versus coming out, Noxbell emerged with a whole new posture.
"I'll pay it back someday, for sure. You wouldn't doubt a Dark Elf's honor, would you?"
"Pardon?"
"Lending money to a high-race like me should be an honor for a low-race like you. Hmph... You're asking for too much!"
I saw that coming. If I hadn't spent my life hustling odd jobs since I was a kid, I might've snapped at her attitude.
But I'd dealt with plenty of types like her before.
Good thing I'd made her sign that contract ahead of time.
"I can't take this anymore, Noxbell. This is all on you."
"On me? What can a puny imp like you do to me? If I wanted, I could bulldoze this casino into an empty lot."
"Forgot already? You signed the contract. A contract infused with demon magic."
Of course, it was just an A4 sheet I'd printed on the typewriter a few hours ago. No spells on it whatsoever.
"Fail to honor this contract, and your soul becomes mine. That okay with you?"
"I've lived a thousand years and never heard of magic that steals souls."
"Then consider this your education."
Magic that steals souls? Nah, doesn't exist. I know that.
This contract doesn't have any demon magic in it, of course.
But if she doesn't follow it, her soul's as good as gone anyway.
Why? Because the magic isn't on the contract—it's on her!
"On your knees."
With that, I seized control of Noxbell's soul. Meaning I could now command her body.
Far more powerfully than with plain hypnosis.
"Wh-what...!"
"Hm, finally obeying."
Thud. The Dark Elf's knees hit the floor on their own. She looked utterly confused by the sudden turn.
"You put your soul and body up as collateral for that three-hundred-million loan. Know what that means?"
"H-how would I?!"
"Exactly. No clue. I'll explain it to you now."
I strolled slowly toward the kneeling Noxbell, and her eyes gradually widened.
She didn't seem to grasp what pledging her body meant. But when a woman says crap like that, she ends up in a rough spot.
I reached out and yanked her hair. First time for this too? Her eyes bugged out as wide as they could go.
"You... insolent...!"
"Still don't get your situation? Guess I'll have to etch it into that body of yours. Stand up and lie across my lap."
"As if I'd do something so childish..."
Noxbell did exactly that. Her long legs kicked futilely, like a kid getting disciplined.
"What the hell?!"
"Your soul's mine now. Body follows the soul—you get that? That's why it's moving."
"No way..."
"You need to hear me out. I didn't give you permission to speak!"
Smack!
I swung my palm down hard on her ass. Her thick police pants dulled it a bit, stinging my hand slightly.
Hm... still too weak-bodied. But not unmanageable.
And if the pants are in the way, just take 'em off.
"I'll strip you now. Gonna spank that ass till you admit it."
"Don't do something insane! Let go right now, or... you're done for! I'll bring my cops and raze this place—with that vampire too!"
Still bluffing? Bitches like her need extra spanks to wise up.
I yanked her pants down immediately. Black panties. Flashier than I expected. Would it be racist to say it fits her looks?
Even those thin undies couldn't protect her ass. I stripped those too.
A pudding-like ass came into view. I stroked it once, then...
"Time to snap out of it!"
"Eeeek!"
Smack!
I hit hard. Enough force to educate her, even with my strength.
I gave her no openings, landing smack after smack.
Each time, that black-sugar pudding jiggled. Her legs trembled and flailed up and down.
Under hypnosis, she couldn't really move, though.
"Feeling sensible yet?"
"Hng... hnnngh!"
"Answer me. I won't forgive silence!"
Smack! Another palm strike. Her dark skin was turning red, stamped with my handprints.
Nice pattern. I smirked at her and kept spanking.
"It hurts! Hurts so much! Stop already!"
"Not 'stop.' Come on, Noxbell... you know what to say."
"Sorry, I'm sorry! My bad! I'll pay the money, just forgive me!"
"'Forgive me'? Hey, wrong tone. Apologies use polite language."
She hadn't figured it out? More smacks for her. Two or three hard ones.
"Agh! Aaaah! I'm sorry! Amodeus, sir! I apologize for everything! For being a gambling addict who won't pay up! Please stop spanking me!"
"Finally realized your mistake."
...Wait, from her words, she knew what she did wrong?
Knowing and not fixing it—that's the worst.
"Good. Realizing your errors is a relief."
I played the benevolent type. Must suck hearing this from someone way younger.
"Then let's wrap up here. Strip naked and bow before me."
"Wh-what...? Wait, what?!"
"You've already shown me your ass. What's a little nudity?"
"You were after my body after all!"
"You offered it as collateral. Come on... if you're truly sorry, a naked bow should be doable."
She had no power to refuse anyway. Whatever she thought, Noxbell stood, stripped everything off, and slammed her forehead to the floor before me.
Hm... nice view. Morgana and Rasca's tits touch the ground in dogeza, but Noxbell's flat chest doesn't reach.
Funny sight. Couldn't help chuckling.
"Got it. Your sincerity... heh heh."
"Aaaah... I-I'll never get married now!"
Obviously not. You're joining my collection. You're done, you dumb bitch.
Heading home, Noxbell felt like a corpse...
I'm screwed.
A massive debt overnight. Still owed the bank a ton too. And she'd handed everything over to some worthless punk as collateral!
"Haaang, haaaang..."
"These fuckers!"
...Her mind was already a mess, and now moans erupted from next door again. These goddamn bastards!
She couldn't tolerate this tyranny anymore. She got up to confront them once more.
"Gotta decide today. Or maybe sue for damages... noise violation..."
She had no idea that choice would drag her even deeper into despair...
Whether in reality or dreams, there was no escaping Amodeus's grasp.