Chapter 115
Chapter 115
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: Squishy Captive #1
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“Theo, come to think of it, I haven’t given you any rewards lately. So, as a reward, you can massage my legs. But no licking.”
Aira spoke arrogantly, as if massaging her legs was some incredible prize.
But in truth, massaging Aira’s legs was more than enough to qualify as a reward for most men.
For starters, Aira’s calves and thighs were incredibly slender and beautiful.
They were so stunning that her status even listed “Nation-Toppling Beauty” under her occupation.
And when you actually touched those thighs and calves, they had just the right cool firmness that made your fingers sink right in, almost like they were being sucked in.
How could someone with legs this thin earn the title of Swordmaster? I’d never seen Aira actually wield a sword in battle, so I couldn’t help but wonder.
Squish, squish.
After kneading Aira’s thigh for a good while, she suddenly started breathing in steady, even snores again, as if she’d fallen asleep.
“Are you asleep, milady?”
“…….”
Aira didn’t even twitch at my words. She must have already drifted off into deep sleep.
She’d said I could keep massaging until she fell asleep, which meant I was free to stop and leave the room now.
But somehow, leaving just like that felt like a waste. So, I slowly reached out and brushed my hand along the inside of Aira’s thigh.
I knew women’s skin was soft, but the inner thigh was even more delicate and tender, so fragile that it felt like it would tear if I so much as scratched it with a fingernail.
“Lymph node massage.”
I gently parted Aira’s thighs a bit and rubbed her hip joints with my thumbs, nice and slow. The lymph nodes there tend to accumulate fatigue, so a massage would do her good.
Of course, that wasn’t my real goal. I just wanted to touch her most intimate spot.
Knock knock knock.
Just then, someone knocked on Aira’s door, startling me half to death. I jolted away from Aira’s body in surprise.
—Hey, you in there? Let’s go for a walk. I’ve got something to say about that Mirna Draco bitch.
The voice from beyond the door belonged to Elga.
Knock knock knock.
At Elga’s knocking, Aira’s brow twitched faintly. If I left Elga hanging like this, she might wake Aira from her nap.
I opened the door, poking my head out to calm my racing heart.
“Lady Aira is sleeping.”
“What? Sleeping again? She naps every day. But why are you in there?”
“…….”
Instead of answering, I closed the door and slipped out of Aira’s room.
The close call with Elga had my blood boiling inside—like horns were sprouting from my head in rage.
“This way…!”
“What? What’s up?”
I grabbed Elga’s wrist and dragged her into her own room. Then I checked every corner for spiders.
“What are you doing? What’s this about?”
“No spiders?”
“Why would there be spiders in my room? I’d chuck ’em out the window.”
No surveillance from Aira, then.
“Ahem. Now, lie face-down across my lap.”
I sat on the edge of Elga’s bed and tried to position her over my knees. Of course, she wasn’t about to obey.
“Lie down? What for?”
“I’m going to punish you, Lady Elga. Get over my lap right now.”
“Punish me? Don’t make me laugh. That’s not even funny.”
Elga scowled like she couldn’t believe it. But I could still see the collar around her neck.
“I’m not joking. You might think it’s a joke because I’m speaking casually, but is that how it seems?”
I stared her down, implying, “Do it nicely while I’m asking.” Elga wasn’t dumb enough to miss that.
“You little….”
She brushed her hand over her neck.
She must have realized the collar was there and remembered the contract tying us together.
“Get over my lap now. I won’t ask again.”
“…….”
Elga approached me hesitantly, her face twisted in disgust, then draped her belly over my lap and lay down.
Perfect position to spank her ass with my palm.
Rustle.
I hiked up her skirt. Her white panties and plump, protruding rear came into view.
“W-What are you doing?!”
“Stay still, Lady Elga. You know exactly why you’re getting punished and what you did wrong.”
Rustle. I tugged her panties down too. Then I brought my palm down flat on that round, moon-like white flesh.
Smack.
“Ngh…!”
Elga trembled.
She muttered lowly, like she was holding back a surge of something boiling inside.
“You’re mad about me punching your gut during sparring earlier?”
Gut?
It took a second, but I remembered getting slammed in the stomach by Elga that morning. A dull ache fluttered back to life in my belly.
Now that I thought about it, I was pissed.
Smack!
I vented my morning grudge with a hard palm strike to her ass.
“Hngh…!”
Elga let out a scream like she was in agony.
Sure, her ass might’ve stung a little, but my hand was swelling up red and throbbing way worse. Still, showing that would kill my authority, so I scolded her coolly, like it was nothing.
“That’s not it. Think hard about why you’re being punished.”
“Th-Then, because I put you in a joint lock after…?”
Joint lock?
Yeah, after the gut punch, she’d wrenched my arm behind my back.
Smack.
“Eek…!”
“Not that either.”
“W-Well… You noticed I spat in your water…!”
Spit in my water? First I’d heard of it.
“Or did you figure out I broke your locker lock?”
“……!!!’”
My anger surged even hotter.
I spanked her ass repeatedly, smack smack. After two in a row, Elga yelped in a high, girlish “Hyah-!” that didn’t suit her at all.
Her ass just had faint handprints, while my palm was the one ballooning up, though.
Still fuming, I slipped my hand between her cheeks. Amid the plump flesh, something slick brushed my fingers.
“Why’s it so wet down here?”
“I-I don’t know! Liar!”
Like last time, Elga definitely had a masochistic streak. I slid my hand between her thighs.
Squish.
My slender index finger parted her tight, soaked labia and slipped into her entrance—vividly slick.
“Ugh…! W-What are you…!”
“Is that how you talk to your master?”
Squish squish, squelch.
Her wet insides sucked at my finger, making lewd, obscene noises.
I scraped at her inner walls, but she squirmed so wildly that punishing her like this was getting tough.
Squelch squelch, squelch.
“Hnng, ungh, ah, s-stop, treating me like a toy… kuh….”
Elga wriggled desperately.
“It’s humiliating. Ngh, I’ll remember this. Just you wait…!”
My finger slipped free from between her firm cheeks. I looked down at my drenched palm and said,
“Shall we stop here, then?”
“Huh…?”
Rustle.
I shoved her aside and stood up. Elga blinked her blue eyes, baffled by my sudden change of heart.
“If you really hate it, we’ll stop here. No more of this from now on. You don’t have to wear that collar anymore either.”
“…….”
“If you really want to end it, we can.”
Half bluff, half sincere.
Tormenting Elga did feel satisfying, like sweet revenge, but seeing her break down because of me also tugged at my heartstrings.
“When you cried because of me before, I thought about it seriously. Relationships that just hurt you don’t feel right.”
I thought of my time with Mirna. Our first time was awkward.
But the second felt connected, comfortable on a deeper level.
“Lady Elga, why not forget everything so far and start fresh?”
I wanted that with Elga too. Not just physical, but a mental bond, intimately linked.
But Elga scowled fiercely.
“You shake me up like this, then what? I’m not falling for your silver tongue again.”
“…….”
No matter what I said, she’d snap back distrustfully. Fair enough—my karma for all the smooth talk.
In the end, I had to play the “taming” card. I ordered her.
“Then strip naked and stand there.”
“W-Why should I listen to you?”
“If you don’t, your slavery term extends by a day.”
“…Fine, whatever. Pervert. Knew it.”
Elga cursed me out as she slowly stripped. I was starting to get how to handle her.
Give her a reason she can’t refuse, and she’ll act reluctant but comply.
Like, “I don’t wanna, but if I don’t, you’ll punish me, so I have no choice—!”
「Calm Situational Judgment!
Acquired experience points via talent 《Calm Thinking》.
All job experience +5」
Got it. Now that I understood the principle, she seemed a bit annoying but kinda cute.
Rustle, rustle.
Soon, Elga stood before me completely nude, not a thread on her. Her body flushed red—shame or arousal, who knew.
Stroke. Squish.
I grabbed her breast roughly, like a slave trader appraising merchandise—brutish and all.
“Why are your tits so huge?”
“D-Don’t know, perv.”
“Tell the truth, or I’ll punish you. Make you lick my feet. You don’t want that humiliation, right?”
“Guhhh….”
For a fallen noble slave, licking feet would be ultimate degradation. I knew from experience licking women’s feet. Elga looked mortified, face crumpling.
Finally, she muttered reluctantly.
“Mom had big ones.”
Elga’s mom—Marchioness Lioness. Suddenly, I felt guilty for dragging up her late mother.
I figured she’d just say, “Good food made ’em grow.”
Now I felt bad.
But apologizing now would ruin the mood and toss away the authority I’d just regained, so I pivoted casually.
“Tits don’t matter. Now, hands out front.”
I made her clasp her hands together, then bound her wrists lightly with a handkerchief from my pocket.
Predictably, Elga rebelled.
“I’m not some barbarian captive. Why tie my hands?”
“If you undo it, the punishment will be severe.”
“S-Severe…?”
“Curious? Try it.”
“Grrrr….”
Elga shuddered. Seizing the moment as she flushed with shame and humiliation, I laid her bound, awkward form on the bed.
Then I told her.
“No matter what I do to you, do not undo those wrist cuffs.”
“W-What are you gonna…, what do you plan to…?”
A flicker of fear entered her blue eyes. But I wouldn’t tell her what.
Imagination is the cruelest torture, after all.