The Three-Inch Tongue
As the private conversation between the jealous doll and the worst tactical weapon known as the President drew to a close, he once again flashed his businesslike smile.
At his gesture, the escort dolls who had stepped outside returned carrying a rattling crate. They slammed it open roughly at my feet. Inside was the new maid, Emily—her hair now cut into a short bob unlike the long style she had worn as a maid at the Blake estate. She was dragged out and forced to her knees.
“Three… Inch Tongue?”
I looked down at Emily, who was trembling like a terrified animal even while completely under hypnosis as per my request. An instinctive, primal fear of her absolute master seemed to have been etched into her very core. Inside, I couldn’t hide my shock.
‘No way… this bitch is the one?!’
The monster known only by the alias Three-Inch Tongue, mentioned just once during the original novel’s fourth volume. The convenient, plot-armor events in volumes two and three where the protagonist obtained heroines or infiltrated strongholds far too easily. Every single tragedy shared one common thread: men who had been toyed with by a single woman’s three-inch tongue had died in droves. And now it turned out that the shadowy mastermind revealed only in volume four was none other than the extra character, the maid Emily.
‘Ah, fuck… why did I only remember this now? Well, volume four was basically a black-history entry that dragged on with nothing but setting before getting axed mid-serialization, so my brain had erased it…’
To think I would encounter the legendary assassin who was supposed to appear as a final-boss-level threat in volume four in such an absurdly casual way. I ruthlessly suppressed my pounding heartbeat and bewilderment, then asked in a deliberately calm voice.
“By sheer coincidence, his family home belonged to a lineage of explosion mages. It seems he harbored a grudge after being driven out for being unable to use magic and stole the bombs when he left. From the Blake family’s perspective, it was an extraordinarily unlucky accident.”
At the President’s answer, the corner of my mouth twisted into a bitter smirk.
At my cold tone, Emily’s shoulders—still bound by hypnosis—twitched and stiffened. I savored the terror twisting her face, then leaned down to meet her eyes.
“While I didn’t have any such elaborate intentions as you suspect… since she shook the family with that Three-Inch Tongue of hers, I took the liberty of applying my own brand of ‘gag’ so she cannot open her lips without her master’s permission.”
The moment the President snapped his fingers, Emily regained control of her body. She frantically moved her lips as if begging to be spared. Yet despite her tongue and vocal cords being perfectly intact, only a grotesque hissing sound leaked out. It was the absolute hypnotic restraint that had completely shackled her language center.
“There wasn’t~. After a thorough investigation on our end, this terror incident truly was nothing more than the solo suicide of a fool blinded by love.”
At first I had thought it was simply a revenge tragedy and hadn’t intended to dig any deeper. But… if the mastermind of volume four—who had driven countless men to ruin—lurked behind that voluptuous chest and that pitiful, innocent face, then the story changed entirely.
I openly traced the generous curves of the kneeling Emily with my gaze and swallowed dryly.
“Hahaha! Her figure may be excellent, but she’s no longer a virgin and even endangered her master’s life by misusing that Three-Inch Tongue. Consider her a defective product. Just think of it as my goodwill. I’ll count it as compensation for failing to inform you in advance about the Camilla bug possibility.”
At his generous offer, I cheered inwardly.
‘The President has no idea what he just handed over to me. This woman’s true identity only gets revealed in volume four of the original story.’
The suspicious love tragedies and suicide incidents that had been casually mentioned in volumes two and three… the mastermind behind all those catastrophes was none other than this assassin who destroyed men through seduction and gaslighting. More importantly, the very reason I was currently receiving training from Camilla to survive was the main plot of volume four, which had begun with this assassin’s Three-Inch Tongue.
‘Heh. The original protagonist went mad searching for the only rival who could threaten him, the final boss candidate, yet the President just sealed her mouth thinking she was a mere insolent maid and handed her over for free.’
I suppressed the laughter threatening to burst out and lifted Emily’s chin. The assassin whose Three-Inch Tongue had once manipulated countless men was now completely bound, reduced to nothing more than my toy.
“Hahaha, I’m glad! Her face is innocent, but she wears makeup well, so dress her up however you like. And those breasts are among the finest goods I’ve ever handled. If you wish, you can use them as a backrest instead of just for breast service. They’re incredibly soft and comforting.”
The description from the original novel in which the President, face hidden behind his mask, had lavishly praised this assassin’s breasts came to mind, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
‘A windfall… or rather, a massive death flag that walked in on its own two feet.’
I quickly turned the gears in my head, pondering how to use this dangerous viper trembling at my feet.
‘Come to think of it, even before this terror incident, she was the one wagging her tail and trying to monopolize the Count’s attention while provoking Carna’s jealousy… Hehehe. Then her purpose is already decided.’
I decided to make full use of the ‘specialty’ she was best at. With a satisfied smile, I offered my thanks to the President.
“I’ve prepared a token of my sincerity for your return journey, so take it with you.”
Ever the professional, the President snatched up the hefty tip the moment business concluded and left the secret room with a deeply satisfied laugh. The heavy door closed, and silence descended. In that space, only three women remained—kneeling and prostrated before me.
The Empire’s greatest knight and her daughter, along with the assassin who would one day drench the Empire in blood. Beings who should originally have been lofty flowers I could never dare look upon, or horrific death flags that would claim my life, had now become pitiful meat dolls who required my permission even to breathe.
“……Hup, uuuuh……”
At that moment, a stifled moan from Emily at my feet broke the silence. She was the only one still conscious. She clung to my leg, violently shaking her breasts that looked ready to burst. It was a desperate gesture begging to be spared or pleading for forgiveness, yet between her parted lips came only a wretched hissing sound.
The overwhelming sense of weight that filled my vision as they swayed. And beneath it, the vicious, bewitching aura. I paused my complicated thoughts and felt a momentary stir at that massive demonic charm that had once seduced this body.
But that fleeting heat instantly transformed into a spine-chilling instinctive warning.
‘Look at this bitch…’
I had requested that she be instilled with terror toward her master… yet even in a state of absolute obedience under hypnosis, Emily’s eyes still held a seductive,妖-like glint that sought to stimulate my lust and cook me alive.
‘Dangerous. Every survival instinct in my body is blaring sirens… That isn’t just a viper or a poisoned chalice. One wrong step and I’ll melt down without even leaving bones—a walking lump of radiation.’
Feeling my mind tremble at the strange allure radiating from Emily, I instinctively stepped back. The moment I took this woman into my bed, a chilling premonition flashed through my mind that the original story’s death flag would strike my heart directly.
I steadied my roughened breathing and gestured toward Camilla, who sat on the cold marble floor.
The moment the command fell, the proud Knight Commander of the Empire crawled over like a dog. But just before burying her face between my legs, Camilla shot a coldly sunken glare at the frozen Emily.
Her voice dripped with thick jealousy.
I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at Camilla’s complaint, which even carried a trace of sorrow. What a bizarre order of jealousy—prioritizing her daughter’s position as the legal wife over her own.
In a low voice, I cut through her jealousy with a single stroke.
“Aah…! My great and exalted Master! Please forgive this insolent doll for daring to feel jealousy…!”
Overcome with emotion at my declaration, Camilla’s eyes glistened with tears as she roughly yanked down my pants. Before taking my member into her mouth, she added one last spiteful jab toward Emily as if to assert dominance.
A fierce protest, desperate to monopolize her master’s gaze. I gently stroked Camilla’s cheek and nodded.
I leaned close to Emily’s ear and whispered as coldly as a snake.
The moment the command was given, the focus vanished from Emily’s eyes as they sank into a deep abyss. With both sight and hearing completely cut off, she no longer even knew where she was. She was left abandoned like a statue in the corner of the secret room.
Satisfied by the sight, Camilla immediately took my cock into her mouth and began her service. With Emily’s sight and hearing perfectly blocked, I gripped the golden hair of Camilla—who had gone mad with relief and lust—and continued the sticky act. The secret room soon filled with beastly cries and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
How much time had passed? After using Camilla to my heart’s content and catching my rough breath, I looked at the neglected Emily and burst into a hollow laugh.
Even though her sight and hearing had been completely sealed, she had become grotesquely aroused. The scent of sex that filled the secret room and the vibrations traveling through the marble floor had been enough to send her fully into heat. Transparent love juices flowed obscenely down her plump thighs, forming a puddle on the floor.
“Bringing a bitch in heat like this into my bed would be a life-risking hassle. However…”
I stroked my chin as I looked down at her trembling form. The temptation to take this vulgarly aroused assassin was there, but her perfect use lay elsewhere.
I slowly leaned toward Emily’s ear and whispered.
The greedy Count who was this body’s father and sought my life. The moment I pictured offering him Emily—the very cause of his castration—as yet another death-flag gift, the most perfect path of treason opened before me.
“……Huk, huuuu…… haa……”
Emily let out beastly moans, pleading as if calling to me. I gently lifted her trembling chin. Then, like the kindest savior in the world, I whispered.
Even though my voice should have been inaudible due to the restrictions, perhaps my thick killing intent and mockery still reached her through her skin. Emily’s empty pupils shook violently as if struck by an earthquake. At her reaction—instinctively sensing her own catastrophic fate—I gave a bitter smile and brought my lips close.
On this day, I obtained the greatest and worst tactical weapon—one that had even caused the original novel to be canceled mid-serialization.
“Ah! Just leaving her like this feels wrong. I should decorate her a bit.”
While dressing up the dangerous yet visually exquisite woman to suit my tastes, I wore a deeply satisfied smile.