Chapter 196
Chapter 196
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 196
Chapter Title: Hassan, Necromancer of the Black Star #7
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Creak.
I closed the door to the inn room and dragged a chair from the corner, plopping down on it haphazardly.
Then, looking at Antiope, who was hesitantly trying to cover her body as she faced me, I spoke.
“Show it off better.”
“W-what…?”
“You said you’d let me inspect you. Doesn’t that mean you should uncover every nook and cranny instead of hiding with your hands?”
Even to my own ears, it sounded like pretty solid reasoning. And maybe because I’d been lying so much lately, my voice didn’t waver at all, even as I said something so bold.
Did my attitude actually work on her?
Antiope’s indigo eyes, flushed red with shame and excitement, shook from side to side.
Like a candle flame in the wind.
Swaying seriously left and right.
“Th-that’s, um….”
Even after hearing my command, Antiope kept her palms pressed to her breasts and groin, at a complete loss.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and move those hands away. This is the last warning. No next time.”
No next time.
I brought up the story from when I’d threatened her before.
“…Ugh.”
Antiope bit down hard on her lower lip, twisting her body as if she didn’t know what to do.
Finally, she reluctantly pulled her hands away just from covering her breasts.
Bounce-.
Her fairly large breasts spilled downward with elastic force. Smaller than Hippolyte’s, but a bit bigger than Luna’s—full and voluptuous.
What size were they? F? G? No idea.
The teardrop shape was pretty overall, and though the areolas were a bit large, their clear pink hue made them undeniably beautiful.
“Hnngh….”
Her face burned bright red as she bared her breasts to me, mulling over her tangled emotions. It was quite to my liking.
Truth be told, I was so aroused by the situation that the back of my neck was tingling, and my dick was straining hard enough to burst through my pants.
But I hid my excitement and spoke in a fairly cold tone.
“What are you waiting for? Uncover everything.”
I ordered her to remove the hand covering her groin.
Someone might think this was just pure lust. Half right, half profound meaning.
Right now, I was testing Antiope’s loyalty—whether she’d betray me or not—while punishing her for tormenting Luna and me.
Yes, this was corporal punishment.
In this cramped, shabby inn room, I wasn’t some clumsy bronze-tier adventurer. I was a nefarious villain lording over it like a demon king.
And Antiope wasn’t a celebrated knight of the temple order. She was just a holy warrior for me to use—a slave, no different.
Acting was easier than I thought. I just had to mimic how Elfriede treated me.
Who’d have guessed my days as Elfriede’s slave would come in handy someday.
“Hurry up—.”
Urged by me, Antiope trembled visibly, her mental turmoil plain as day.
Then, she slowly lifted her right hand from her groin. What emerged was her indigo pubic hair. Neatly trimmed, it looked quite tidy.
Her head was white as snow, but the hair down there was unchanged.
It felt oddly fascinating, and knowing I controlled this woman’s emotions and actions gave me a sense of omnipotence.
“Hnng….”
Of course, Antiope looked on the verge of tears.
As if desperate to cover herself but unable to defy my order, her arms twitched and flailed awkwardly.
“Stay still. No, come closer.”
Seizing the moment, I made her approach the chair I sat on.
Her greaves clinked—clack, clack—as she slowly drew near.
The closer she got, the stronger the acrid, tobacco-like scent became. Soon, she was close enough that I could touch her breasts with a stretch.
I asked.
“Why haven’t you taken off your shoes?”
“Th-that’s….”
Even after baring her entire body in shame, Antiope hadn’t forgotten to cover her feet.
Probably that peculiar mindset of women in this world, who treasured their soles.
Even if I’d become her master—no, her god—could she not yield on that?
Looking at it now, those greaves seemed like her final line of defense, her last shred of pride against me.
Daring to show pride before a god.
I couldn’t tolerate that.
“Antiope Grimkeeper. Take off your shoes.”
“P-please, anything but that….”
“I won’t say it twice. Take them off.”
“….”
Frowning and squeezing her eyes shut, the tattooed woman Antiope slowly bowed her head and reached for her feet.
Bounce.
As her head and breasts tilted downward, her heavy breasts dangled with weight, along with her white hair. While I admired the sight.
Clack, clack-.
She removed both greaves and placed them neatly in the corner.
Now, aside from the crude tattoos on her body, Antiope had not a thread to cover herself.
Nothing shielded her anymore.
Her pride and defenses completely neutralized.
“Hnngh….”
Wiggle, wiggle.
Her feet fidgeted, toes curling as if trying to hide each other, unable to stay still.
She looked so mentally shattered that even I felt anxious watching.
More uneasy than when she bared her breasts or removed her hand from her pubic hair—this really drove home how women in this world felt about showing men their feet.
Honestly, it turned me on. Those soles must be so soft.
Hoo-.
“Good. From now on, when I inspect you, show yourself exactly like this. Got it?”
“….”
Too overwhelmed by shame, or maybe defiant, Antiope didn’t answer. Daring not to reply to me. She needed punishment.
Swish.
Still seated, I extended my hand toward her thigh.
Terrified by the palm approaching her so slowly, so agonizingly slowly, Antiope shuddered violently.
But she didn’t dare grab my hand or cover herself—just trembled like a deer in a trap.
Swish.
My palm finally touched the inside of her thigh.
I stroked the inner thigh blatantly, up and down. As I’d felt when tattooing her, it was incredibly smooth, soft, and plump.
Burying my face between thighs like these—perverted thoughts like that came naturally.
Stroke, strok-e.
“Haa, hnng….”
I kept caressing her inner thigh. But I was careful not to venture too deep toward her groin.
My lust-filled mind screamed to touch the slight mound between her legs.
But a truly charismatic villain wouldn’t debase himself by blatantly showing lust, so I desperately held back.
Thus, as if to emphasize it wasn’t lewd, I stroked only her inner thigh with one hand and said.
“From now on, answer my questions properly. Every time you don’t, my hand moves up slowly. Understand?”
“….”
Defiant again, Antiope stayed silent.
“I said answer properly. Don’t test my patience.”
Annoyed, I slid my hand up her thigh about 5cm.
Panicking as it neared her groin, she finally responded.
“Hnng, y-yes, yes…!”
“Good. Then, tell me how you’ve been. You said your comrade is in this city. Did you cover up becoming my holy warrior without getting caught?”
“Y-yes…! I-I always change my outer clothes and hair a lot… N-no one, no one suspected anything….”
“But your sister, Hippolyte, suspects me.”
“M-my sister…?”
“Yeah. If she asks about me, say you don’t know. Got it? No, since she’s a promising warrior, ask to ease up on her training a bit.”
“…Yes.”
“Good answer. Time for a reward.”
I lowered my hand, which had crept near her pussy, about 3cm. Antiope shuddered as if truly relieved.
“Grimkeeper. Say thank you when you get a reward.”
“…Th-thank… you….”
“Next question. You said another Temple Knight is in the city besides you. Tell me what you know about him.”
“Wh-why do you need that? If you’re truly a great god, Hassan, you’d already know everything….”
Doubt thickened in Antiope’s voice. As an capable woman, she couldn’t ignore the absurdity and suspiciousness.
Like lunging at me with a hidden dagger.
I couldn’t allow such rebellion.
“Who told you to talk back? That’s not the answer I want. Punishment.”
Swish.
I shot my hand up her thigh in one go, until it nearly touched her pussy. My finger hovered just shy of her plump labia, teasing unbearably.
She seemed just as tormented.
“S-sorry… I’m sorry….”
Her desperate apologies made me briefly wonder what this situation even was.
Outside this inn, I was barely a bronze-tier adventurer who couldn’t stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her, let alone meet her eyes.
Yet inside, I felt like some big shot.
A few wooden planks could reverse causality this much.
But flip it: the truth was just hidden by flimsy boards. One slip, and it’d shatter, exposing everything—and my head would roll.
So, to solidify this dynamic, I racked my brain.
“I ask what I already know to test you. You’ll do much for me ahead, so I’m checking if you’re useful.”
“Th-that’s….”
“Antiope Grimkeeper. Are you claiming you’re useless? Turning you into an obedient, useful skeleton soldier is easy for me. Think carefully.”
“I-is that so….”
“Yes. One more chance. Tell me about your Temple Knight comrade in the city.”
“Ab-about that man, I don’t really know….”
“What?”
I scowled fiercely, and Antiope panicked.
“Th-the Temple Knight Order gathers elites from all over the kingdom, so there’s not much personal friendship or exchange…!”
“So you know nothing?”
Stroo-k.
My hand on her thigh now hovered right at her pussy.
“Haaangh…!”
Unable to endure, she clamped her thighs tight, sealing my hand.
Her soft thighs enveloped my palm and the back of my hand. Felt amazing. Burying my face—or something else—between that warm flesh…
It felt so good, but I feigned stern anger.
“Daring to block my hand?”
I’d rebelled against Elfriede’s whippings plenty.
Whip. Troublesome.
You bastard!
That only enraged Elfriede more, whipping without mercy. Dodging punishment just added insolence.
“…I-I’ll talk! I’ll talk—!”
But Antiope’s near-sobbing voice softened my fake anger fast. A woman crying could loosen my soft-hearted act, risking exposure.
That’d put me in greater danger overall.
“Fine, speak.”
So I furrowed my brow like I was furious, granting one last chance.
“W-well, um….”
She panted—haa, haa—and stammered haltingly.
“H-his name is Weiss Vine. A Bacchus devotee, that’s all I know—.”
“That’s it? I’ve learned more than that.”
“G-goblin! I heard he’s investigating goblins…! Goblins!”
Like enduring torture, she finally yelled it. Useful info, actually.
Weiss Vine, Bacchus devotee investigating goblins.
I etched it in my mind.
As Hippolyte said, was the Temple Knight Order directly probing the goblins’ king or whatever?
“H-haa, i-is that enough…?”
Antiope gazed down at me, eyes glistening with tears.
Her clamped thighs and trembling body looked pitiful. Did she hate my touch on her pussy that much? Of course.
“Good. Final question.”
“Fi-final—.”
She tensed so hard I heard her gulp.
First time hearing someone else swallow—oddly novel. But my mind had the question ready.
In a calm, even voice, I asked.
“What’s three thousand five hundred times eight thousand two hundred?”
“Y-yes…!? What!?”
Her voice shook in confusion, and I scowled as if waiting.
“Wrong, Grimkeeper. Punishment.”
“Aaah—!!”