The Queen's Desperate Trial

<-- [Level] --> 'Perfect.'

Watching the reunion between Unpilea and Irene, the mother and daughter, I pulled out my smartphone to check the new notification messages.

'A feast of affinity increases.'

Living a good life really does pay off. And best of all, not only had Rishar's affinity and loyalty been fully restored, but they'd each gone up by an extra 20. Grinning with satisfaction, I tapped confirm to dismiss the notifications.

Right away, a new message appeared on the screen.

I hit no on that prompt. I still had business to take care of.

'Time to bring one more along.'

Grinning mischievously, I started reverse-summoning the elves one by one, calling out their names from the slave info screen. In less than ten seconds, every last elf had vanished without a trace. Irene, who had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just reunited with her mother, was no exception.

"Irene!"

Unpilea whipped her head around in shock, then spotted me standing in front of her. Her lips trembled.

"...W-Was that you?"

I let out a mischievous chuckle. "That's right."

"Return Irene... Return my children!"

"Can't do that. They're my slaves."

"Sl-Slaves? What in the world does that mean?!"

Even her shocked expression was breathtakingly beautiful. What an exquisite woman. I inwardly clicked my tongue in admiration, then remembered Ena and Rex were still there.

"Ena reverse summon. Rex reverse summon."

With them gone too, the clearing—littered with elf corpses—was left with just me and Unpilea. I slowly circled her as I spoke.

"...As you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠know, Unpilea, you were corrupted by the black stone and fell to depravity."

"..."

No response, but I didn't care. She knew better than anyone that she'd lost her mind. And now, I planned to lay out every sin she'd committed, one by one.

"As a result, you slaughtered countless kin. You even nearly killed your own daughter, Irene."

"Hic."

A tiny sob escaped her lips, and her eyes reddened. But still, Irene and the other elves had fought desperately to save her. That meant she was loved by her people, right?

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "...So let me ask you this: What do you think the elves did to rescue you?"

"No way..."

Horror dawned in her eyes.

"That's right. They all became my slaves in exchange for your rescue."

"How could you...! Such cruelty...!"

"It's all your daughter's fault. Irene's."

"Irene..."

"From her perspective, sure, she didn't do anything wrong. She encounters some random human male in the corrupted forest, and he suddenly demands the black stone, with no explanation of his motives. Naturally, she'd think smashing it with their own power was the way to go. Right?"

"..."

She gave a small nod, confirming my guess was spot on.

"But I knew that wouldn't work and warned her. Irene—your daughter—ignored me. And this is the result. You fell, and many kin died by your hand. On top of that, it doubled my workload, and even Rishar—who saved my life—ended up hating me."

Of course, her affinity and loyalty were back to full now, plus extras.

"...That's why I'm furious."

Actually, I was thrilled. I'd enslaved the long-coveted Irene and unexpectedly bagged around ten more elves. But I hid that joy, showing only seething anger.

"So... that's why you made Irene and the others your slaves?"

"Exactly."

"Then enslave me instead and free the children! It's all my fault. Please..."

"What are you saying? Who'd enslave some middle-aged hag like you?"

"B-But...!"

"Do you think you and Irene are of equal value? Sorry, but I'm not interested in women who've been touched by other men."

I lied smoothly without batting an eye. Unpilea crumpled, tears streaming down her face. She looked so pitiful I almost wanted to wipe them away and comfort her right then.

But no. I had to torment her more, devalue her utterly, make her feel worthless. Sure, she might give up and collapse, but given the bond she'd just shown with her kin, that was unlikely. She'd cling desperately.

"Please. I'll do anything—just free the children. They're innocent."

"Innocent? Of course."

"Then..."

"But I made a deal with them. To save you, in exchange! I can't change the terms."

"But..."

"No buts. Conversation over. I'm a busy man."

As I turned to leave, she grabbed my pant leg.

"Take me too...! Please take me with you!"

"Not interested in you."

"I can't live without those children! Please... I'm begging you."

She wailed loudly, tears like jewels ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠falling as she pleaded. I glanced back slightly.

"Fine. Give me one reason I should take you."

"I... I can't live without the children..."

"No. That's not it."

Interrupting, I looked down at her. "...What use would I have for you as a slave?"

She hesitated, eyes darting, then spoke cautiously. "I... I can handle barriers."

"Don't need barriers. I have my own space."

"Combat..."

"Ena handles combat."

"What about magic? I can command spirits."

"I know magic too. And I command things far stronger than spirits."

Her face paled at my rebuttals. I shot her a disappointed glare. "...Is that all?"

"..."

"Pathetic. A high elf who only knows useless tricks? Just a noble pretender, worthless trash."

"..."

Despite the insults, she didn't argue—just sobbed helplessly, despair etched on her face. It was delicious.

Tormenting her feels so good.

Chuckling inwardly, I shook her off my pant leg.

"Ugh!"

She collapsed like a discarded wife, sprawling pitifully on the ground.

"Unpilea, you're worthless as a slave."

As I turned again, she grabbed me once more, screaming. "I'm begging you! Please... make me your slave too!"

"I said I don't need you."

"I'll do anything! Whatever you command, just don't separate me from my children!"

Her hysterical sobs sent thrills through me. A grown woman—a mother—wailing and clutching my leg, begging for enslavement. Pure bliss.

"Alright. One test."

"A test...?"

"Simple. Unpilea, if you don't climax, I'll enslave you."

"Cl-Climax...? You mean...?"

Her face flushed as she floundered. I chuckled softly. "What, you think I'm gonna fuck you? Don't be ridiculous. Why would I touch a married woman?"

"..."

She bowed her head in shame, shoulders trembling adorably. Truth be told, I wanted to ravage her right there. But no—devalue her more. Make it seem like a reluctant acceptance.

"Follow me."

I led her into a cabin that looked intact from the outside. Inside was spotless too—no attack here, luckily. Glancing around, I turned to her.

"...Take off your clothes."

"What are you planning to...?"

"Does it matter? Unless you don't want to? Fine by me—I'll just go."

As I feigned leaving, she panicked and grabbed my wrist. "No! I'll do it! Please, just...!"

Sobbing, she stripped hurriedly. First, breasts rivaling Elena's burst into view. Then a cinched waist, round hips—a perfect hourglass. Her thighs gleamed like they'd been oiled.

That's what they mean by honey thighs.

Swallowing hard as I admired her, I noticed her hesitating on underwear.

"Still clothes left."

"Eek...!"

She whimpered, then slid off her panties, revealing neatly trimmed golden pubic hair. Stunning. Then the breast cover came off, leaving her utterly nude—like a living sculpture.

I savored the sight before speaking. "Good. Let's begin. Slime Summon."

A wobbly slime appeared before me.

"S-Slime?!"

Unpilea recoiled, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ready to attack. I stopped her. "Don't attack."

"Huh?"

"This slime is the test."

I shoved her onto the bed.

"Eek!"

A sharp moan escaped her. Smirking, I said, "Test starts now."

Mischievously, I directed the slime toward her.

"...Unpilea, endure the slime's caresses without climaxing."

"No way... Kyah!"

The slime engulfed her instantly.

"...N-No! It's slimy... slithering... Kyah!"

It sprouted long tentacles, wrapping her legs and waist. I watched, adding, "Ten minutes. Survive that, and you're mine."

"T-Ten... minutes...?"

"Exactly ten."

Not easy ones, though. Chuckling, I quietly summoned the Sensitivity x2 Sticker.

A green circular sticker appeared in my palm.