Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Ch. 5 .｡.:✧ Elena (2) ✧:.｡.
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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“Aren’t you going to do your work properly?”
“I’m sorry! I’ll do it right!”
Taking control in a mansion with only a handful of people was easier than squashing a rat.
Everything ultimately boiled down to a matter of power.
Now, I sat in a chair, leisurely basking in the morning sun.
After awakening my demonic power, the three servants who had tormented me were no longer a match for me.
The three hooligans, who were draining the mansion’s resources, were now flustered, doing all the chores they had dumped on me.
While they worked, I contemplated how to make the master of the mansion suffer.
Simply killing him was too boring.
One blow to the head with a brick, and everything would be over.
I wouldn’t be able to return all the suffering I had endured, and the bastard’s pain would end in an instant.
I needed to think of a more elaborate, more gradual way to devastate him, both physically and mentally.
What method would be appropriate?
“Evan!”
Someone called my name loudly, interrupting my contemplation.
I recognized the voice instantly.
Elena, the mansion’s maid.
She had come from another family with the mistress, a woman distinguished by her ample bosom and long, flowing golden hair that resembled lace lingerie.
As befitting a maid from a high-ranking family, she exuded elegance in every movement and strived to maintain the mansion’s dignity within her sphere of influence.
Of course, I was closer to a stain than an asset to this mansion’s dignity, so Elena had never helped me.
Elena was protecting the mistress’s reputation, not a slave like me.
The servants, pausing their work, stole glances at Elena’s swaying breasts, and I, too, leaning back in my chair, blatantly scanned her chest.
For some reason, I felt like a good idea might come to me while looking at Elena’s breasts.
“W-what are you looking at? You’re so vulgar…”
Elena crossed her arms over her chest when I didn’t avert my gaze.
The servants, sighing in disappointment, resumed their work, and I, still seated, asked,
“What?”
“What?”
Elena looked dumbfounded, as if she couldn’t believe my response.
Rubbing her forehead, she asked,
“Evan, what did the mistress tell you yesterday?”
“Yesterday?”
“She told you to fill the water. The water.”
I kicked the back of the servant who was chopping wood and said,
“Hey, fetch some water.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Elena seemed taken aback by my actions but didn’t say anything.
That was a relief. If she had dared to ask why I kicked him, I would have ripped her mouth apart.
Even after the servant left, Elena stared at me for a long time. I responded,
“What are you staring at?”
“Did you eat something wrong?”
I just shrugged. Elena, as if she didn’t care who controlled the servants, went back into the mansion.
In a way, both Elena and the mistress were pitiful.
The mistress was beaten or forced into sex by the master almost every day, and Elena devoted all her efforts to managing the mansion so that the mistress could maintain a semblance of a life in a noble household.
Of course, all of that was someone else’s business.
That beast didn’t care how the mistress lived; he was simply satisfied with having a beautiful wife to bed every night.
Despite once being a noble, he didn’t even bother maintaining the dignity of his own household.
The servants currently working in this mansion, excluding myself, were all good-for-nothing loafers from the village.
The master had given them positions to maintain connections with the local dignitaries.
Since they were the children of these dignitaries, they at least had some common sense and didn’t cross the line.
If these bastards had lacked even that basic decency, Elena would have already been used and discarded like a rag, and I would have been dead and buried somewhere beneath the mansion grounds.
“Ugh…”
The servants were already whining.
Considering how they had tormented me, I wouldn’t feel satisfied even if I tore them to shreds.
Just look at their pitiful retreating figures and those clenched jaws.
These were the bastards who would suffocate me with a pillow the moment I fell asleep.
What should I do?
How could I crush the master?
What did that bastard like the most?
What did he value the most?
I looked up.
The mistress was peeking out the window, looking down at me.
There it was.
The most important thing.
What that bastard cherished the most.
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Night fell.
Tonight, that bastard would pound on the front door, drunk as a skunk.
When he drank, his beastly nature intensified, making him lash out at anyone and smash anything within reach.
The servants were currently piled up on their beds like sacks of rice.
Their cheeks were sunken, and they couldn’t move a finger.
By combining life force absorption with my enhanced strength, I could render three people completely powerless for an entire day.
It felt good, controlling my power and absorbing their energy moderately.
Stepping outside in peak condition, I saw Elena standing on the balcony.
Elena stood on the second floor of the mansion, clutching her skirt, trembling.
On nights when he drank, the beast became even more violent, and the mistress’s screams would echo through the mansion all night.
As the inevitable pain she couldn’t ignore approached, Elena gritted her teeth, wearing an expression I’d never seen when I was the one being beaten.
I leisurely ascended to the second floor.
The master would be arriving soon.
If this were the past, I would be huddled in the attic, covering my ears.
But not anymore.
Elena seemed completely bewildered by my sudden change.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“What?”
“I’m asking what you’re doing. The master will be here soon. You always hid in the attic on days when he was drunk and never came out. Why are you wandering around like this today?”
“To watch the mistress get fucked.”
Elena’s face turned ashen.
She looked as if she couldn’t believe the vulgar words that had just come out of my mouth.
“What… what did you just say? What?!”
Her expression was priceless.
She wouldn’t have been this surprised even if a dog had started speaking human language.
“I’m curious to see how fucking amazing he is to make the whole mansion echo with her screams. Why? Fuck, you all enjoyed watching me get beaten, so is it so shitty for me to watch your master fuck her?”
Her hand went up, then, after a deep breath, fell back down.
Sighing deeply, she said,
“…Please don’t. Please don’t make the mistress any more miserable. She’s having a hard time.”
“Then she’ll just have to have an even harder time. I saw the master coming from afar, and he looked especially energetic today.”
“…Stop it. I’m truly sorry I couldn’t stop the master from beating you. So please stop this now and just disappear, okay?”
Elena acted as if she were still in charge.
But she knew.
From the moment I had crushed all three servants this morning, the power dynamic in this mansion had shifted.
The fact that three servants were lying helpless in their rooms, and that I had emerged from that room, carried a lot of weight.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Right on cue, the sound of knocking echoed.
Elena’s hands clenched.
Her knuckles turned white.
Even while being beaten by the master, I had envied those white hands.
There was a time when I admired her fair skin, her grace, and the quiet dignity she carried.
Knock
Knock
Knock
But now, she was trembling with fear.
It was usually the three servants, close to the master, who opened the mansion door.
But now, those who would open the door were all lying in bed, and the knocking grew louder.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Elena said,
“The door.”
“What?”
“Open the door for him.”
She couldn’t meet my eyes.
She realized.
Something was wrong.
She definitely realized something was wrong.
Unsure of my intentions, she avoided my gaze and pleaded in a small voice.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
But I didn’t move.
I just smiled.
The sound of knocking mixed with the beast’s impatient roars.
“Open the door! Open the fucking door, you bastards! I gave you those positions, and now… now you’re fucking ignoring me! Huh?! You’ve gotten too comfortable, you little shits!”
“The door. Open it. Please.”
The voice that had been so terrifying when I sat helplessly in the attic now sounded like the squawking of a rooster having its neck wrung.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The door was shaking.
It would burst open soon enough.
What would happen then?
How badly would the mistress suffer today?
I shook my head.
Elena’s fingertips trembled white.
The lock broke, and I grabbed Elena’s hand and rushed into the room.
“What? Why is no one here?”
“Mmm! Mmm!”
Elena struggled, trying to break free from my grasp.
I took in the sight of her smooth thighs, her white stockings that reached her thighs, and the seductive line of her garter belt.
I touched her thigh and asked,
“Shall I stop him?”
She looked at me, her mouth frozen shut.
I smiled and said,
“I said, I’ll stop him.”
“How… how can you stop him?”
When I released her mouth, she asked a question instead of screaming.
I gripped her thigh tightly and spread her legs.
She tried to scream at my sudden action, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
“Every time I stop him, once. You get it, right?”
Elena looked at me with contempt.
A strand of hair fell onto her furrowed brow, making her look strangely alluring.
Shaking her head, she said,
“You’re crazy.”
“You really won’t do it?”
I nodded towards the door.
“Goddamn it! If I paid for your positions, you should be treating me better! You damn bastards…!”
The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs echoed.
Like the beast he was, he didn’t know how to walk like a human, and the sound of his belt buckle unfastening accompanied his ascent.
“Isabelle! How are you educating these brats?! They should be greeting me immediately when I arrive!”
I could clearly picture the mistress in her room.
Like a child hiding from a thief, she would be huddled under the covers, trembling.
Elena’s face was as white as a sheet.
Her skirt trailed on the floor.
The sound of knocking on the bedroom door echoed.
“Isabelle! Open this door right now!”
The master’s appearance, visible beyond the door, was utterly repulsive.
His pants were dragging on the floor, and he held his belt in his hand.
His lower body was disgustingly erect, and his belly protruded like a bruised apple.
With each pound on the door, it flexed like a bed mattress.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
“What do you think will happen? He’s angry and drunk. He’s even holding his belt today.”
Elena looked at me with a pale face.
I continued to whisper,
“There was a time I got caught by him on a day like this. He started whipping me with his belt, then grabbed a chair and started hitting me with that. My whole body was bruised, and I barely survived after two days of shitting blood.”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
“Do you think the mistress can endure it? You know he becomes a real beast when he’s drunk, right? He only stopped taking his anger out on the mistress because I was there to take the beating. You know he’s the type to hit anything when he’s angry, right?”
I lifted her skirt.
Her white thighs.
The strange color they took on in the candlelight was stimulating.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
“You really won’t regret this? The mistress, the one you cherish so much, could die today, you know?”
“Isabelle! Let’s settle this once and for all today!”
The master kicked the bedroom door.
The wood cracked, and the mistress’s scream echoed.
“You’re drunk! Honey! Please stop!”
“Open the door! Open the fucking door! You bitch! You’re ignoring me too!”
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
“You fucking bitch! You goddamn bitch! Let’s have it out today! Huh?!”
Elena’s face was contorted in anguish.
There was no choice left.
“…Help me.”
Tears streamed down Elena’s cheeks.
Clutching me tightly with trembling hands, she said,
“Please… I’ll do anything, just help me.”
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