The Power of the Tactical Weapon
Before leaving the secret chamber after granting Karin’s request, I changed Emily back into an ordinary maid uniform. The mansion’s staff knew nothing of hypnosis, and I had no intention of drawing their eyes.
“Um… Master.”
“Be quiet.”
“…Yes.”
Of course, I had already restored every audiovisual seal and stolen bodily function I had placed on her.
The main house stood a short distance from the annex. As I walked the corridor leading to the Count’s workshop, the servants whispered behind their hands at the sight of Emily trailing meekly behind me like a prisoner on an invisible leash.
“Goodness, that girl… She disappeared for days. Looks like our worthless young master never learned his lesson and kept her locked in the annex to torment her.”
“Commander Camilla must be exhausted. She’s staying at the mansion just to try turning that hopeless scoundrel into a proper human being.”
“I heard Lady Karin is being forced into a political marriage with that degenerate… What a waste for the knight. Honestly.”
I swallowed a quiet snort at the shallow gossip slapping against my ears.
‘Tsk. Changing their perceptions one by one would be too much of a hassle. The day I fully seize this family, the first thing I’ll do is throw out every servant who can’t keep their mouth shut and replace them all with pretty, obedient domestic dolls.’
Thinking of the countless products the President would soon introduce from the original story, I cast a cold sidelong glance at the “tactical weapon” following at my back.
‘The only question is… whether she really is the one…’
Honestly, I couldn’t be a hundred percent certain that Emily was the final boss candidate from the discontinued fourth volume—the one the President had openly warily called the Three-Inch Tongue.
After all, the character described in that volume had her “chest” emphasized to an almost ridiculous degree… Damn it, looking at this woman’s breasts, it really does seem to match.
While I was still weighing my doubts about Emily’s true identity, we entered the restricted zone where ordinary servants were forbidden. Only then did I stop and turn to the trembling girl, speaking in a voice as cold as ice.
“If you wish to be freed from that hellish existence as a living doll… then from this moment on, seduce my father. Steal the old man’s soul and rise to the position of his concubine.”
“C-Concubine…?”
“Exactly. I’ll generously cover the medical costs for your elderly parents, just as you’ve always desperately wanted. Or rather… if you become his concubine and wrap Father around your finger, a considerable share of our family’s vast fortune will naturally become yours. Devote everything you have and bewitch that old man completely.”
A bizarre spark of life flashed across Emily’s eyes—eyes that had been drowning in despair at the prospect of becoming a manipulated puppet. Survival instinct. The shallow hope of escaping the poverty she had always craved. Even the terror I had implanted as part of the request was suppressed as I watched the dormant “succubus” instinct buried deep inside her writhe like a snake, breaking through the chains of hypnosis.
‘Yeah. She’s definitely the one.’
The final boss candidate described in the discontinued fourth volume of the original work.
The greed and survival instinct hidden behind the black eyes of her mask were like hundreds of venomous snakes coiled together.
Facing the look in Emily’s eyes that made the text feel as if it had materialized into reality, I discarded every last trace of doubt.
“Can you do it?”
“I-I’ll do it…! I’ll do anything! I’ll bind Count Blake tightly under my skirt no matter what it takes!”
Blinded by greed, Emily answered in a resolute voice and pressed her abundant breasts together. It was the moment the most perfect, lewd venomous snake—one that would destroy the damned Count—bared its deadly fangs in the palm of my hand.
Satisfied by that thick, bewitching aura, I gave her short hair a few light pats as if to say “do your best” and reached for the workshop door.
At that exact moment, the desire-stained light in Emily’s eyes shifted once again in a subtle, eerie way. She lowered her waist like a snake, drew close, and then carefully rolled out her signature soft, sticky Three-Inch Tongue, licking at her master’s true intentions as she whispered.
“But, young master… why are you pushing me into becoming your father’s concubine? You could have taken me for yourself… Is there perhaps another purpose…?”
A sharp probe aimed at uncovering the real motives of the master who was using her as a long-term chess piece. The way she tried to cleverly obtain what she wanted with that soul-stealing, seductive tone sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.
‘Heh heh… Hahaha. No doubt about it now—this is one hundred percent certain.’
It wasn’t an aura a mere extra maid could produce. Convinced that this woman truly was the final boss candidate from volume four, I let out a bitter laugh at how audacious her provocation was.
I leaned down and whispered into her ear like a devil.
“It’s simple logic. When people obtain a ‘new toy,’ they naturally dispose of the old ‘used’ one or pass it along to someone else.”
“Used… one?”
Even though her eyes showed she understood perfectly, she still pretended ignorance. I looked down at her, then turned my gaze and recalled the beautiful cousin-aunt and the mother-daughter pair of knights who had first ignited my lust in this world.
“To make my father so obsessed with your skirt as his new toy that he casts aside the ‘mother’ he once cherished like a used doll. That is your role.”
“Yes… Hic!”
At the malice dripping from my words, Emily recoiled as if she had never imagined such a thing, staring at me like I was filth.
Before she could open her mouth to speak again, I roughly seized that seductive jaw and drove the final nail in.
“Since I’m already spending the money and effort to collect dolls… I’ve decided I want to own the three women tied by the same bloodline as a complete set—my mother, my cousin-aunt, and her daughter.”
The devilish greed to complete a beautiful “blood-relative collection.” Even the final boss candidate, who had been carefully reading the room, swallowed hard and trembled at the insane declaration.
A short while later, inside Count Blake’s secret workshop.
As before, the Count had dressed my mother Carna in cheap dancer’s silks and was making her dance, lost in sticky sentiment. He glanced at me indifferently as I entered, but the moment he spotted Emily clinging close behind me, a chilling ghostly aura erupted from his entire body.
“Edric, that girl… Isn’t she the impudent maid who provided the trigger for the terror incident?”
It seemed the President had already told him the full story. The Count’s eyes as he stared at the culprit who had rendered him impotent were not filled with rage… but with unmistakable, greedy lust. His gaze crawled persistently over Emily’s entire body, especially her breasts.
Without hesitation, I pushed Emily forward under that gaze.
“Yes, Father. Since this bitch caused you so much suffering with her loose tongue, it’s only right that she takes responsibility. I specially asked the President to remodel her into a perfect ‘doll’ just for you.”
Thick interest bloomed in the Count’s sunken eyes. He leaned out from his wheelchair and roughly grabbed Emily’s ample breasts as she trembled.
“Hmm, a doll, you say… Has her mind been completely erased as well?”
“No. While training Karin, I awakened a slightly different taste. A doll that obeys meekly is fine, of course, but the greatest sense of conquest and pleasure comes when her mind is still intact and she’s forced to submit anyway.”
“The contradiction of her will rejecting it while her body can never disobey her master’s commands… That sense of immorality must be especially potent. Just look at how hard you’re getting in front of your own father.”
“Hahaha, oh dear. Just imagining using Karin later is already making me uncontrollably excited.”
I put on an embarrassed act, tugging at my pants and straightening my clothes as if trying to hide my arousal in front of my father. In truth, the thrill came from having dug the perfect trap to destroy the old raccoon, but to the Count it would only look like his immature, lecherous son in heat.
After clearing my throat and fixing my attire, I gave Emily a cold order.
“Emily. Kiss the top of Father’s foot, confess the crime you committed, and beg for forgiveness.”
“……!”
Thick tears poured down Emily’s face. Her mind was screaming in refusal, but the body ruled by hypnosis mechanically crawled across the floor, licking the Count’s shoe while sobbing.
“M-Master… I have committed a mortal sin… Please trample this lowly body as much as you wish and vent your anger…”
The Count looked down at the wretched yet lewd spectacle and burst into roaring laughter, slapping my shoulder.
“Kwahahaha! As expected of my son! Yes, that cruelty is truly the blood of our family! I’m genuinely moved that you thought of your father this way.”
“Then… please enjoy your time.”
The Count grabbed Emily by the hair and roughly yanked her up to his eye level in the wheelchair. I quietly withdrew from the room, watching that beastly back.
‘Enjoy it to your heart’s content, Father. At least until you realize that doll is the real bomb that will cut off your breath.’
Just before the door closed, Emily’s scream and the Count’s maniacal laughter mixed together and leaked into the corridor.
When we returned to our secret room and opened the door, Karin—who had been lying face-down on the bed, frantically reading something—jumped in surprise and hastily shoved the book under the blanket.
It seemed she had grown bored while I was gone handing Emily over. She had been secretly reading the thick hardcover novel I had given her a few days earlier. Her cheeks were flushed crimson and her eyes were moist. While I was away, she had clearly projected herself completely onto the tragic heroine in the story and worked herself up with self-comfort.
“If your body’s senses became extremely sensitive after the President’s shameless inspection, you should have said so earlier… I would have taken care of it before handing you over to the Count.”
“D-Don’t… worry about it… Mmm… Just hold me now.”
Karin spread her arms toward me like a tragic heroine desperately awaiting her savior, begging with her eyes.
Thanks to the truth Emily had revealed that day, the wariness Karin once held toward me had long since transformed into complete pity and blind faith.
‘And on top of that, the narrative of the tragic romance novel I gave her so she could cover and rationalize her own shame.’
With all these potent poisons working together, the proud female knight’s reason had melted away without a trace. In effect, Karin had already fully surrendered both body and heart to me.
I put on the smile of a tender lover, pulled away the blanket, and naturally climbed atop her thoroughly heated body.
“Haa, haa… Edric, just a little more…”
Karin gasped heavily in my arms, tossing her sweat-dampened hair.
Under the perfect justification of “stronger stimulation to cover the poison of hypnosis,” we continued our dangerously precarious acts that hovered right on the edge of the line. It was the sweet, sticky fruit I had finally obtained after a full week of meticulously gaslighting the noble daughter of the knight commander.
‘It should be about time now.’
The moment I wrapped my hands around Karin’s waist, ready to thoroughly shatter even her deepest reason—
Click—!
The door to the secret room opened without warning.
“E-Edric… Big sister… Big sister won’t stop crying…”
Standing in the doorway was Camilla. And in her arms was my mother, Carna, sobbing brokenly with unfocused eyes.
I froze solid while still holding Karin’s waist. Karin herself gave a start and hurriedly hid herself in my embrace.
But my shock wasn’t from the embarrassment of having our secret meeting discovered.
‘…Wait a second! Didn’t I push Emily into the Count’s room only a few hours ago?’
My gaze snapped from Carna’s collapsed figure to the clock on the wall. It hadn’t even been two full hours since I returned from the Count’s workshop and began violating every inch of Karin’s body.
A cold sweat ran down my spine. I swallowed dryly.
The fact that Mother had been driven out in tears meant the Count had become completely enchanted by Emily and had thrown his legal wife out of the bedroom.
‘Insane. In less than two hours!’
An alarm of pure astonishment rang inside my head. It had taken me an entire week of careful buildup and every ounce of my own three-inch tongue just to deceive Karin and bring her this far.
Yet that terrifying assassin had ousted the legal wife in mere hours against a crippled old raccoon.
‘…As expected of a final boss candidate. It’s a trap I set myself, but that insane speedrun is honestly ridiculous.’
I inwardly marveled at Emily’s destructive firepower, quickly wiped the shock from my face, and once again put on the mask of a benevolent, worried savior.