Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Getting Footjobbed is More Humiliating Than Death
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The refreshing morning that greeted me after unloading once inside Eleina's body.
[HP Acquired!]
-Eleina-
[Climaxes: 74 times +7,400p.]
[Creampies: 11 times +2,200p]
-Irina-
[Climaxes: 4 times +400p.]
[Current Total HP: 1,500 → 11,500p]
While she was out preparing breakfast, I checked the app, and including yesterday's haul, I'd racked up a ton of points.
This should be more than enough to conquer Irina.
[Be cautious.] [OFF]
With last night, this suggestion had served its purpose.
From today on, I needed the impulsive daughter's help.
"Breakfast is served~."
"Yes!"
I'd been sitting on the bed sorting through the necessary suggestions when I heard Eleina's voice and headed out.
"Ugh."
Irina, whom I ran into by chance in the living room, scowled at me like I was her mortal enemy.
After what she'd seen last night, it was only natural.
The atmosphere around the dining table, as we sat like usual, felt worlds apart from the first day.
"Master... Yaruo, ahhhn."
"Ahm."
Eleina, glued right up against me, scooped up some stew from the plate with a spoon and fed it to me.
Every time the spoon entered my mouth, her violent melons pressed against my arm.
"Kuh..."
Irina, seated across from me, glared daggers as if she wanted to kill me while shoving her spoon into her mouth.
She might end up chewing the spoon at this rate.
"Is it tasty, Mr. Yaruo?"
"Yes. Delicious."
"I whipped it up in a hurry, so the ingredients aren't great, but I'll put more effort into lunch and dinner."
What was there to complain about? The responsibility was entirely mine.
Besides, with all my attention focused on the feel of her breasts, the taste didn't even register.
"Here, one more ahhhn."
Daughter watching from across the table or not, Eleina didn't care and pressed her body even closer.
"Mom. Isn't that a bit too close, even so?"
Finally, unable to stand it, Irina set down her spoon and spoke up.
Eleina glanced back and forth between me and Irina before opening her mouth.
"Is it? I just feel so grateful that Mr. Yaruo's been helping out lately..."
"That doesn't mean you have to cling to him like that. The way you're acting right now is just like..."
Irina trailed off with a sigh, unable to finish.
Even though nothing had happened yet, her fierce glare turned my way.
"Whatever. You've done enough here already."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mom said it herself. We're only putting him up for a few days."
Eleina, who would have usually listened to Irina as gently as possible before, furrowed her brow uncomfortably today.
"That doesn't mean we need to rush him out. Mr. Yaruo's more than pulled his weight. Thanks to him, your workload's lightened up a lot too, hasn't it, Irina?"
"Even so...!"
"Honestly, I think things are pretty nice like this."
Irina's face drained of color at Eleina's words.
Forgetting my meal entirely, I watched their argument unfold with keen interest.
"...Mom, are you serious?"
"'Serious.' When have I ever said anything I didn't mean?"
Her unwavering response made Irina's tightly pressed lips tremble.
She probably never expected Eleina to be this firm.
I was a little surprised myself.
"Dad. What about Dad?"
But at the mention of her husband, Eleina's eyebrow twitched slightly.
Irina must have thought she'd played her trump card.
"Clint doesn't mind."
Eleina glanced at my face then casually delivered that line as if it were nothing.
I had to admire how she could lie so shamelessly without batting an eye.
"The house has been lively since Mr. Yaruo arrived. While Clint's away, he's filling that empty space just a little..."
"There's no way a bastard like him could replace Dad!!"
Bang-!!
Unable to hold back her anger, Irina slammed the table.
The impact was strong enough to snap it in half, spilling soup all over the surface.
Even Eleina flinched with a sharp cry at her daughter's sudden outburst.
"...I'm done eating."
After glaring at the table and huffing for a while, Irina stood up as if she'd made up her mind and headed to her room.
Eleina couldn't tear her eyes from her retreating daughter's back, clearly worried now.
"Ms. Eleina."
"Ah, yes. What is it?"
"I suddenly have a craving for dessert today."
"Dessert?"
I blatantly stared at her breasts so she'd get the hint.
Eleina placed a hand on her chest and smiled warmly as always.
"Then I'll squeeze some fresh milk for you in a bit."
"Freshly squeezed by Ms. Eleina? I can't wait."
As Eleina and I burst into laughter, Irina, who'd gone into her room, slammed the door shut.
With provocation like that, a reaction should come soon.
I eyed Irina's closed door while finishing breakfast with Eleina.
I wanted to have Eleina's milk after eating, but unfortunately, that didn't happen.
Irina had dragged me out without warning.
She used work as an excuse, but the only tools she'd brought were a bow and quiver.
And we were heading to a stream not far from the house.
Not planning to hunt by the stream, surely.
Nor just splashing around leisurely.
She'd called me out alone for something other than work.
"Ms. Irina, you have to tell me where we're going."
Irina said nothing, silently descending the neatly maintained slope.
The sound of flowing water grew closer.
"Ms. Irina~?"
No response to the second call either.
Soon we reached the streambed, stepping onto the gravel. A cool breeze blew, tousling my hair.
Her short skirt fluttered in front, revealing the plump cleft of her ass without filter.
"Irina..."
"Kuh!"
Only on the third call did Irina finally react, turning to aim an arrow at me with the river at her back.
I raised both hands in feigned shock.
"What's wrong, Ms. Irina?!"
"Cut the act. I'm not falling for your pretending anymore."
The bowstring stretched tighter.
But the hand gripping it trembled delicately.
"I know what you did to Mom."
I furrowed my brow as if at a loss.
"How did you...?"
"That's none of your business. Got your phone? You always keep it on you."
Of course, the phone was always in my right pants pocket.
"Take it out and set it on the ground."
"What if I refuse?"
"Think I can't shoot? I won't kill you, but right now, putting a hole in you somewhere is no big deal."
No bluff there.
This was a fantasy world where magic existed.
Non-fatal wounds were easy to heal.
Eleina would eagerly treat me, at least.
"...Fine."
I obediently pulled the phone from my pocket and set it on a nearby decent-sized rock.
Irina watched the process intently until I raised my hands again.
"Now back away as far as possible."
"Ms. Irina, what is this abo—"
"No more talk. Move, unless you want a hole in your leg."
She wasn't giving me an inch to speak.
Looks like even the tiny bit of goodwill left had evaporated.
As I retreated, Irina swiftly approached the phone.
The tense air amplified the crunch of gravel underfoot.
Reaching the phone, she released the bowstring and cautiously picked it up.
"What do you plan to do with that?"
"Isn't it obvious? To stop you from doing any more pointless shit...!"
"If you destroy that, Ms. Eleina can never go back to normal."
Irina, about to smash the phone on the ground, froze with her arm raised at my words.
"There it is, your true colors. And how do I know you're not lying?"
"If you don't believe me, do whatever you want, Ms. Irina. But I warned you."
"..."
She couldn't.
Even if she didn't trust me.
As long as there was even a slim chance, Irina couldn't destroy the phone.
Her top priority was saving Eleina.
Abandoning the idea of smashing it, Irina slowly lowered her raised arm.
"If you can't bring yourself to break it, there's still dealing with you first."
"That'd just make Ms. Eleina sad. You saw it at breakfast. What I've become to her."
"...You're a real piece of trash, huh?"
Agreed.
But I was just acting like the perfect netorare protagonist.
No real malice mixed in, though that'd be a lie.
No better options coming to mind, Irina unclenched her fist and started walking toward me.
Her bow and quiver slipped from her shoulder, thudding onto the ground.
"So, to fix this, I have no choice but to make you do it yourself."
"No choice but violence, then?"
Irina snorted at my words.
"Violence? Way beyond what you imagine. You'll end up begging me to stop."
Now that piqued my interest.
As Irina drew closer, I backed away in kind.
She savagely grabbed my collar, eyes bloodshot as she spoke.
"Drop your pants."
Pfft.
Almost burst out laughing.
Acting's tough.
Had to respect actors again.
-Suggestion-
[Irina.]
[Getting your cock teased by feet is more humiliating than death.]
[Current Total HP: 1,500p.]
Following Irina's order, I dropped my pants and sat on them as a cushion on the gravel.
"Ow."
Way more painful than expected.
If she'd aimed for that, it worked perfectly.
As I squirmed to find a less painful position, Irina perched on a tall rock in front of me and removed one boot.
Steam faintly rose around her foot, warmed from inside the boot.
Her pale, rosy foot traced an elegant curve.
"Ms. Irina, do you really have to go this far?"
I pleaded earnestly, playing the part.
"If you want me to stop, fix Mom now and get out."
"No thanks. If you don't like me, you leave, Ms. Irina."
My defiance chilled Irina's gaze.
"...Ah, yeah? Wonder how long you can hold out."
"Hii, hiik."
As her foot approached my cock, I let out an exaggerated scream.
Even I cringed at my foot acting.
My cock, though, ignored the performance, stiffening eagerly with desire.
"Eut?!"
Irina flinched upon seeing the erection as she lowered her leg.
She'd only peeked yesterday; this was her first close-up look.
But only for a moment.
"Kuhp."
Soon her sole pressed down, rubbing up and down. Slick, fleshy sounds echoed by the stream.
The unyielding pressure without any control finesse, combined with the foot's unique texture, sparked unfamiliar pleasure.
The good kind.
Bonus: As her leg lifted, her skirt revealed plump labia and tightly clenched entrance, delighting my eyes.
"Feeling like obeying me yet?"
"..."
Not opening my mouth easily, a flash of anxiety crossed Irina's face.
Still, seeming somewhat effective, her foot kept grinding relentlessly.
Too much resistance might seem suspicious, so time to toss some bait.
Mixed with lies, of course.
"So, anyone who sees this thing's screen can control them as they please?"
"Yes, that's right. Kuh."
"And to control someone, you need to have this phone on you at all times?"
Her toes grazed the sensitive glans; I couldn't speak, just nodded.
Poke♥ Poke♥
Pre-cum stuck thickly to her sole and toes, heightening friction and stimulation.
When she curled her toes midway, it added thrilling variation to the pleasure.
If that's instinctual, Irina might have hidden talent for foot play.
"Meaning without this phone, you're powerless?"
I clamped my mouth shut, avoiding her eyes.
"What? Not as impressive as I thought."
Suddenly, her foot crushed down harder.
Caught off guard, I let out a sound.
"Getting this big from being stepped on? Pervert."
"Kuh."
Her sharp insult sent shivers down my spine.
Verbal abuse with a footjob.
Better than expected?
"You're enjoying it? No, I'm not."
"Your cock twitches every time my toes touch the tip. What nonsense."
"Kuh."
I didn't argue, just shook my head; Irina grew bolder, moving her foot more vigorously.
Her clumsy technique paradoxically built ejaculation pressure faster.
"Now, no more...!"
"About to cum? You don't want to cum from a footjob either, right? Last chance. Fix everything now!"
No way.
I stayed silent again; Irina clicked her tongue and rubbed furiously.
"Then cum. Cum humiliatingly from my foot, you trash."
Splurt♥ Splurt♥
Pent-up pressure exploded, semen surging from my urethra.
Arcing high, it splattered white across Irina's foot and leg.
"Hoo. Hoo."
Eyes rolled back from the novel pleasure.
Not often, but worth it occasionally.
Maybe ask Ms. Lizetta later.
"Tch."
Irina glared disgustedly at the cum on her leg before standing.
"Stubborn, huh. But this isn't over. You had fun playing with Mom? I'll pay you back tenfold."
With that harsh warning, clutching the phone, she headed to the water.
I'd layered safety measures with the necessary suggestions, so no major issues.
Though it cost a fortune in points.
Now just hope it progresses as planned.
Someone might call it needless effort.
What can I say? It's my nature.
"Ugh?!"
Then Irina, heading to the water's edge, staggered on the gravel after a few steps.
I quickly stood and supported her shoulder.
My lower half still fully exposed.
"You okay, Ms. Irina?"
"Hngh."
For mere dizziness, her face was deathly pale.
"L-Let go! I'd rather die than accept help from scum like you."
Snapping to at my voice, she roughly shoved my hand away and limped to the riverbank.
Her back looked more forlorn than usual.
I did it, but that part felt kinda bad.
So corrupt her quick and let her hug it out with Mom.
"Damn. Won't wash off easy."
Smacking my lips in anticipation as I watched her grumble and wash her foot.