Chapter 102: It’s Not My Fault I’m Becoming a Sadist.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 102: It’s Not My Fault I’m Becoming a Sadist.
My pets tried their hardest to seduce me into going to the pool, but after spending half of each day for the last three days scouring the ocean floor with Yuseoha, I had zero desire to get back in the water.
“You’re awfully sluggish today, aren't you? Move it! Hyah!”
Slap!
“Woof! Woof!”
Aoi Takahara barked happily and began crawling toward the elevator on all fours. I could feel the Dark Elf and the Bull sisters following demurely behind, looking at Whitey with pure envy.
“Master, perhaps Aoi is just sad because she wants to go to the pool but you won't take her?”
“What kind of bullshit is that? If we’re going, we’re going tomorrow. Today, you’re my personal ride. Go when it’s your turn to be the mount.”
Youfei Lee shook her incredibly vulgar breasts as she urged me to go to the pool, but Aoi bared her white fangs and growled at her.
“Was Goldie lying?”
“A-Ah, no, I was just...!”
“Then you need to be punished, don't you?”
“Yes! Yes! Please punish me! I lied!”
My pets were absolutely losing their minds. These crazy beast-bitches were definitely the reason my personality had been turning so sadistic lately.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
『What are you up to? I’m at work~!』
Morian had sent a photo of herself making a V-sign next to a stack of documents that reached as high as her chest, which was currently resting halfway on the table.
I didn't like how she was acting like my girlfriend, so I left her on read. Honestly, if she had taken a photo with one breast out, showing off a bit of her pink areola, I would have replied with the utmost sincerity. This Snow Woman sister just lacked effort.
Since I already had my phone out, I figured I should contact that naughty Garbage-Tier Milk Cow who ran away last time.
“Goldie!”
“Yes, Master~!”
Always the gentle one and the only one who held the "sane" position among my pets, the Bull sister smiled sweetly and leaned down to meet my eyes. Since I was riding Whitey, she didn't have to lean down as far as usual, but her violent milk jugs were still swinging wildly.
“Since Goldie belongs to me, I can doodle on your body, right?”
“Huh?! Yes! Yes! W-What kind of doodle...?”
“'Private Milk Jugs'!”
Goldie’s golden eyes trembled. Apparently, my word choice was a bit too intense.
“Such a wonderful... I-I mean! Ahem, you shouldn't use such naughty words.”
Maybe it wasn't too intense; maybe it wasn't intense enough.
“'Breast Milk Dispenser'!”
“On my breasts...? Well, that much is fine...”
I was honestly terrified wondering what, where, and how this former Ranger sister from the Special Forces expected me to write.
Youfei Lee pulled up her ribbed sweater to reveal a white bra that was clearly custom-made. I glanced around. The elevator hadn't arrived yet, so I figured I could finish this quickly.
“Do any of you pets have a pen? Something that can write on skin.”
“Oh, I have a pen right here. It’s a permanent marker, by the way.”
My mind went blank for a moment as Goldie pulled a permanent marker out of her pocket as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Lunch today was orange jelly, so I had to hurry. I wrote ‘Breast Milk Dispenser, A+’ on Youfei’s upper cleavage.
“Now, take a picture~!”
I was just going to take a photo of her chest, but the Bull sister backed away so her face would be in the shot. I gestured for her to come closer.
“I’m sending this to the Garbage-Tier Milk Cow, so your face doesn't need to be in it!”
“No, please take it like this~! I’m curious to see which stupid Cow Beastkin this 'Garbage-Tier Milk Cow' is. Make sure I look pretty~ V~!”
Since Youfei was insisting on being photographed even if it meant her face was exposed, and since I only cared about enjoying the pleasure without the responsibility, I prepared to snap the photo.
“Wait a moment, Master. I think there’s a prettier angle.”
The Darkie slave—no, the Dark Elf sister—who had been quiet until now, cautiously began to voice her opinion.
“A prettier angle?”
“Yes. Youfei, kneel down and lean forward so you’re slightly shorter than Master. Yes, like that. Master, put your hand on Youfei’s head and make a V-sign like you’re showing off. Yes, yes. Like that. And Youfei, cover your eyes with one hand. No, don't use your palm, use the back of your hand. Okay. Now, a V-sign. Good, good, good. And bite your sweater with your mouth; it keeps slipping down. Okay. I’m taking it!”
Lisar expertly set up the composition and began snapping photos of us like a madwoman with her own camera.
I remembered seeing similar compositions quite often in manga before I reincarnated.
“I’ll send these to you, Young Master~? Oh, which number should I send them to?”
“The sub-phone!”
I had intended to save the photos of Camel’s pathetic state, but out of a sense of paranoia that the government might be monitoring my official phone, I used the phone registered under Ambersteel’s name—the one who had been beaten like a dog by Lisar last time.
Everyone except my mother and family knew about its existence, so there was no point in talking about secrets or security.
I took the photo Lisar sent and forwarded it to Camel with a message.
『Since Camel Noona is garbage-tier, should I rank you as F-Rank?』
The "read" receipt appeared the moment I sent it. However, no reply came.
“Alright, let’s go eat!”
“Master, Master! Master! I want to take one too! Me too!”
I slapped the butt of Whitey, who was supposed to be my mount today but was making selfish demands.
Slaaaaap!
“Ugh...! B-But I still want to take one...”
“Master, then let her. I’d like to take one too, actually. If you’re busy, perhaps after the meal...?”
The Dark Elf, Lisar Wintershard, asked with her red eyes sparkling. If we were going to do this, it was better to get it over with quickly while the iron was hot.
“How do you want yours, Whitey?”
“Uh, I... what would be good... maybe a submissive wolf...?”
True to her nature as a mutt, she had a talent for killing the mood.
“Aoi wants to be Master’s private pet dog!”
“That... Ugh... F-Fine... Then... please, on my butt...!”
The wolf suddenly started pulling down her jeans. Since we were short on time, I just scribbled ‘Master’s Private Bitch’ and, following Lisar’s directions, posed with my handprint on her rear while grinning and making a V-sign like a middle-aged man who just caught a big fish.
“And for Lisar...”
I briefly wondered if it was okay to doodle on a Dark Elf’s body with black ink. Her skin tone was a beautiful, cool shade that was more like coffee milk than "dark," but I didn't think black ink would show up well.
“Lisar? What are you doing?”
“Pardon? I’m going to do a naked dogeza, of course.”
The Dark Elf sister began stripping her clothes off in a blur. Within seconds, she was performing a perfectly angled dogeza before me, completely naked.
She had undressed and folded her clothes so quickly I didn't even have time to stop her.
Her panties, which looked a bit damp at the crotch, were the only things not neatly folded, resting atop the pile of clothes. But I knew that if I paid attention to such details, she’d only get more spoiled.
“Please step on me right here! Don't take off your shoes!”
“Uh, uh, mmm... hmm...”
I looked at Aoi and Youfei. Even Whitey and Goldie, who made up the pillars of my pet collection, seemed flustered by the situation. Then, they both nodded at me.
Nodding doesn't solve everything, but in this otherworld filled with man-starved women with strong masochistic tendencies, I could at least play along this much.
“Record a video! Master, use the lines I taught you!”
“A-Ah, yes... N-Noona...!”
Aoi Takahara began recording with a face so flustered it made me wonder if this was really okay. I looked at Youfei, who usually held the "sane person" role. The Bull sister avoided my gaze.
There was no choice then.
“Do it right, you useless Dark Elf wench! Garbage! Trash! Beyond saving! Idiot! Retard! Hopeless! Moron! Just go get reborn! No, even if you're reborn, there's no saving you! Just rot in the ground with your filthy genes!”
“Ugh...!”
Curled in her dogeza, Lisar let out a thick, wet breath and her body began to shudder. Then, some kind of liquid sprayed out from between her thighs, reaching quite a distance...?
Squirrrrt!
“Okay, okay, we got it. Let’s go, let’s go, Master. It’s orange jelly today! I’ll give you mine too!”
“That’s right! That’s right! I’ll give you mine as well! Oh, let’s ask for the Proprietress’s share too! Then you’ll have four jellies~!”
I thought I saw something spraying in the distance, but the Wolf and Bull sisters quickly covered my eyes and ears, ushered me into the waiting elevator, and ruthlessly mashed the close button.
“Lisar was acting weird just now, wasn't she?”
“...How much did you see?”
The Bull sister asked with a face that looked like she was about to die of embarrassment. In times like this, there was only one way to answer.
“I don't know? Her body just started twitching when I stepped on her head. I guess I stepped too hard!”
I couldn't bring myself to say that the perverted masochist Dark Elf had finished even more pathetically than the premature ejaculator Morian just because I stepped on her head and insulted her during a naked dogeza.
Aoi Takahara, who was supposed to be my mount today but was standing tall on two legs, grabbed the handrail and slumped down as if the strength had left her legs, letting out a long sigh.