Chapter 91
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: 90. Sorting the Hierarchy
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"Leila...!"
The moment we arrived at the palace, Hasfield came running from afar, calling out to Leila in that irritating voice of his.
Oh, right. This guy's still around.
We were planning a steamy four-way, but this jerk's ruined it.
"You're late... No injuries, right?"
Leila clicked her tongue at the sound of his voice, then quickly plastered on a smile as she looked at Hasfield.
"...Yeah, I'm fine, so don't worry."
"But just to confirm, is that woman from the Replion family?"
"Yes, that's correct."
We'd left as two but returned as three—some kind of magic trick.
After visiting the Replion family, we'd brought back Aruen, who clearly belonged to them, so he couldn't gauge what had happened.
"What brings someone from the Replion family to the palace with you?"
Hasfield eyed Aruen suspiciously and asked.
Fuck... Aruen, you're not seriously going to say you're my cock sleeve, are you...? Surely this bonehead can separate public from private...?
Anxious, I poked Aruen's shoulder and shot her a warning glance with my eyes. She nodded as if she got it, then smiled at Hasfield and spoke.
Yeah... She's not even a noble—just from one of the three great families—and even if she acted like a total idiot, in a place like this...
"I've come to fulfill my duties as this man's cock sleeve."
This fucking bonehead.
Why the hell are you saying "cock sleeve" so seriously and proudly?
She glanced at me with a triumphant look, like Did I do good?, and for the first time, I felt the urge to punch a pretty girl's face.
"...Pardon? What duty...?"
Thinking he'd misheard "cock sleeve," Hasfield asked Aruen again.
"This man's coc— Mmph... Mmph...!"
I swiftly clamped my hand over this bonehead elf's mouth before she could drive the nail in deeper.
"She dreams of becoming the queen's knight, so she's here to fulfill her knightly duties!!"
Only then did Hasfield go, Ah... that kind of duty, assuming he'd misheard.
"Aruen seems tired from the trip. We'll head in first."
"Ah, sure. It's late—get some good rest."
I somehow dragged Aruen—who was thrashing wildly with her mouth still covered by my hand—and headed to the room where Iris and I were staying.
He's on close terms with one of our three great families, the Replion house...? Just what is that human man's true identity?
His looks are decently handsome for a human, but from what I've looked into, he's just an ordinary commoner academy student. Yet he's connected to his own wife, the Duchess of Venezia, that Replion woman who looks like she's being dragged off by him, and even his own daughter Ruane...
He's an incredibly peculiar existence who doesn't seem like an ordinary human man at all.
As Hasfield watched In-hyeok walk away, those thoughts swirled in his mind. Meanwhile, Leila glared at Hasfield with displeasure.
It had started as a political marriage, but feelings of love had blossomed between them, and after bearing Ruane, he truly became a husband she loved.
She'd initially rejected In-hyeok because of her love for Hasfield.
But now, Leila—forgetting she was even the queen—felt an overwhelming desire to escape the palace.
Hasfield's clinginess prevented her from having sex with In-hyeok here, while she envied Aruen and Iris—who currently had no husband— for spending the night receiving In-hyeok's love and moaning in ecstasy. She shot Hasfield a murderous glare.
...If only Hasfield weren't here...
Leila stared at Hasfield's back, unwittingly harboring a terrifying thought.
Hasfield's nape suddenly prickled, and when he glanced back, he saw Leila's sour expression.
"Leila, are you feeling unwell?"
"N-No... Just tired."
Her tone carried an edge of irritation as she turned sharply and headed straight to her room.
Hasfield forgot all about Aruen and In-hyeok, his mind solely on why Leila was upset, and followed after her.
Back in the room with Aruen, Iris was nowhere to be found.
As I wondered why she wasn't in the room at this hour, Aruen dove onto the bed. Remembering what she'd blurted out to Hasfield without thinking, I scolded her angrily.
"Aruen, are you insane?!"
"Why are you angry...?"
Aruen tilted her head innocently from the bed, genuinely puzzled, which only pissed me off more.
"Haa... Aruen, could you walk around naked in public?"
"Walk the streets naked...? How could I do something so shameful?"
No, she knows shame, feels embarrassment, has a vague idea of creampies, rape, pregnancy—so why? Why the hell did she so casually tell Hasfield she's my cock sleeve and look so damn proud?
Watching Aruen gave me cognitive dissonance; my head throbbed like it might split.
"If I pulled out my dick from between my legs and walked around with you, it'd be embarrassing, right?"
"Of course. Walking around with your dick out would be shameful..."
"Then why so easily tell others you're the case for that shameful dick?"
"Exposing your dick is shameful, but the case for it isn't, right?"
?
What the hell is she saying? Am I the only one who doesn't get it?
"You told me to come as your cock sleeve, so I spoke the truth. Why is that shameful? And what does exposing genitals have to do with—"
"Stop."
Listening any longer would rot my brain, so I cut her off, approached the bed, and groped her breast.
"Hahnt...♡ Wh-Why are you suddenly groping my breasts...!"
I treated my Aruen-induced headache with her tits. Kneading the springy, soft mounds cleared my mind refreshingly.
"From now on, if anyone asks why you're with me, say you're training as Leila's knight together."
"Nh...♡ O-Okay, got it..."
Yeah... No need for convoluted logic—just order her around. Why did I even try reasoning with this bonehead?
She was always weird, like when she grabbed the student council president by the collar in the council room... Don't try understanding. This is fine.
I stripped off Aruen's clothes, burying my face in her jiggling tits and kneading them wildly, when I suddenly realized her way of addressing me felt off.
"Hey... Aruen... You're my cock sleeve, right?"
"Hahnt♡ Y-Yes."
"Then you're basically my tool, so why don't you call me 'Master'?"
"Th-That's..."
Aruen couldn't answer, her face flushing red.
I'd been so used to her casually using my name or "you" that I hadn't noticed... A tool using informal speech and arbitrary titles? Unacceptable.
How insolent...! Insolent cock sleeve...!
"Hey...! Call me Master already...!"
I sucked on her inverted nipple with a slurp, nipping it lightly with my teeth as I spoke. Aruen moaned and replied.
"M-Master is embarrassing...! Nh...♡ I'll call you Owner, Owner♡"
Stubborn about informal speech, huh... Whatever, doesn't matter much. Forcing polite speech on this airhead would just give me a headache. Owner it is.
-Clank... Creak...
As I feasted on Aruen's tits, the door suddenly opened. In walked Iris, her silver hair shimmering even at night.
The moment Iris entered, Aruen's eyes went wide in shock. "Th-The Duchess of Venezia?" she stammered, stunned.
"Who is she, Owner?"
Iris glanced at Aruen and asked me.
"Aruen Replion, my new cock sleeve."
"Cock sleeve..."
Iris nodded as if she roughly understood, but Aruen still couldn't process Iris's presence, staring at her with sparkling eyes.
"O-Owner...! Why is the Duchess of Venezia here...?"
"Iris? She's my slave, so of course she's by her Owner's side."
"The Duchess of Venezia is your slave...?"
Aruen kept stealing glances at Iris, as if she'd idolized her and couldn't believe it.
Iris smiled at Aruen, then slowly approached me as I suckled her breasts.
"Owner, could you stand up for a moment?"
It was rare for Iris to make a request, so I stood from the bed without thinking.
She positioned herself in front of me and slowly slipped off her clothes. But something was off.
Her nipples were erect without a touch, and her breasts—far larger than usual—swelled like water balloons about to burst.
Her cheeks flushed deep red, a shy expression as she bared her chest. She turned slowly, pressing her back against me in a reverse hug, then guided my hands to her breasts.
"Would you... like to squeeze them...?"
Her head dipped bashfully as she spoke. This was the first time I'd seen her so shy since becoming my slave... It was making me embarrassed too...!
I kneaded as usual, but the mood made me flush. Then...
-Squirt...♥ Splurt♥
"Haaang♡ Ahng...♡"
"...?!"
A white, milky fluid sprayed from Iris's nipples as I squeezed.
"I-Is this... Iris...?"
My heart pounded wildly. Calming my racing pulse, I asked about the fluid from her breasts.
"Ahng...♡ It's breast milk... I prepared it for you, Owner♡"
"Breast milk how...?"
She's not even a month pregnant—how is milk coming out? She never lactated before, even with constant fondling.
As if answering my bewilderment, Iris let out a lewd moan and explained slowly.
"Haahk...♡ I heard an artifact that stimulates and develops women's mammary glands to produce milk was recently found in ruins near the elf kingdom... So I obtained it and used it...♡"
...So that was her business in the elf kingdom? An artifact for lactation... Whoever made it deserves respect.
"I've seen you craving breast milk every day, Owner...♡ So I wanted to feed you...♡ Ah♡ Haaahk...♡"
-Splurt♥ Squirt♥ Sploosh♥
Milk spurted from her breasts with every squeeze... So beautiful...
On the way back, I'd been thinking of humiliating Iris by comparing her rank to my cock sleeves... But she'd been searching for ways to lactate for me.
"Iris, rank one."
Who said Iris was the lowest-ranked slave?
She's the top among all my women.