Chapter 118
Chapter 118
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Squishy Prisoner #4
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Even the private rooms of the Single Numbers, whose rankings were single digits like Elga's, came fully equipped with all necessary facilities.
A bathroom or toilet adorned with crystals was a given, of course.
Among them, the toilet was so spacious that one might wonder if it really needed to be this vast and ornate. Why was there a dolphin fountain? And a magical music box that played tunes, no less.
Anyway, the key point was that both I and Elga had entered that toilet together. She had no intention of letting go of my hand.
Yet here she was, urging me on.
"Hurry up and go."
"......"
Elga had followed me even into the toilet where I was trying to do my business, afraid I might abandon her and run away. But my nerves weren't stout enough to handle it with someone watching.
Was it the half-elf sensitivity making me constantly tense, not knowing what to do?
"What are you doing? I said hurry up and go. Start by pulling down your pants."
"If you're watching me like that, Elga, nothing's gonna come out."
"Want me to help?"
Rustle.
At that moment, Elga's hand tugged down my pants. And as she pulled out my member, I couldn't bring myself to refuse her touch.
Rustle, rustle.
If I dodged or rejected Elga here, it felt like she'd instantly flip, plunging into a swamp of depression.
In the end, my soft Angmar maker ended up captured in Elga's hand like a prisoner. She aimed it carefully, then said innocently, "Now do your business."
"......"
This was incredibly humiliating.
"Good job."
Pat, pat—she stroked my head.
Now that I looked, Elga's face was streaked with cold sweat and tears, and beneath her gown, various milky fluids trickled down, making her look quite disheveled. Of course, I wasn't much better.
"Elga, how about we take a bath now?"
"......"
Before answering, Elga stared at my face, her eyes widening as if slightly frightened.
She was probably thinking something like, "He's gonna run away while I bathe—!"
No matter how much I comforted and reassured her, to the current Elga, I seemed branded as "someone who might bolt at any moment."
Well, objectively speaking, she might not be wrong. Most people wouldn't want to get close to someone who'd just tried to kill them.
Elga was thinking quite rationally, in her own way.
「Composed situational judgment!
You gain experience from the talent 《Composed Thinking》.
All job experience +5」
Got it.
「A first-rate trainer can even peer into their opponent's thoughts.
Job: Trainer level up.
Trainer Lv. 7 → Lv. 8
Those with weak wills are now all your prisoners!」
Thanks to the accumulated experience, my Trainer level rose.
With the Trainer level up, confidence surged within me that I could handle Elga properly.
Seizing the momentum, I spoke to her.
"Then let's go in together and wash up. How about we wash each other?"
"...Each other?"
Elga furrowed her brow slightly, as if she'd heard something unbelievable.
"...How could a man and woman enter the same bathroom?"
"We already went into the toilet together."
"...That's different."
How was it different?
Maybe nobles had some special rule I didn't know about.
Like, no man and woman shall enter the same bath—
No, but I'd bathed with Aira multiple times. I'd even licked the soap off her body once.
What gives.
Anyway, since Elga didn't seem keen on showering together, I had no choice but to respect her wishes cautiously and asked,
"Don't you want to?"
"......!"
Elga flinched in surprise.
"No, I don't mind...! It's fine...!"
Her attitude felt less like genuine permission and more like pretending to be okay to avoid my dislike. It probably was.
It'd take quite some time to restore Elga to her normal self. I sighed inwardly, knowing it was my fault and I had no one to complain to.
* * *
In the end, Elga and I entered the spacious bathroom.
A velvet-carpeted changing room lay before the bath, and the interior was lined with platinum tiles, making it quite luxurious.
The gold-shimmering tub was more like a pool, already bubbling with warm water.
My dorm's shower was cramped for multiple people, but this? What was it?
Bourgeoisie.
"Let's get in, then."
"......"
"Why aren't you undressing?"
Elga stood there hesitantly, not removing her gown. So I ended up taking off her gown myself.
"......"
For some reason, undressing the shy, bride-like Elga felt oddly erotic, blood rushing to my lower abdomen.
But now wasn't the time for that, so I focused on the task.
Rustle.
Finally, Elga's gown was fully off. She modestly covered her body.
"This too."
I reached for the leather collar around her neck. But Elga dodged my hand, acting like she refused to have it removed.
"Don't want it off?"
"......"
"Then we'll leave it on."
I took her hand and led her into the bathroom, positioning her before the magical showerhead—I had no idea how it worked—and turned on the water.
Splashhhh.
The temperature was just right. Slightly warmer than body heat. I splashed water on Elga's hand and asked,
"How's the water temperature?"
"......"
Once again, instead of speaking, Elga nodded. She seemed to be regressing more and more into a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.
Luckily, with many younger siblings at the orphanage, I was somewhat used to handling kids.
Splashhhh.
I wet her hair first.
Her lush golden hair cascaded down calmly, clinging to her body, giving Elga a surprisingly serene aura.
Droplets falling from her hair rolled along her deep collarbone or the tips of her ample breasts—quite a sight.
"I'll wash your hair first."
I lathered the provided soap and massaged her thick hair carefully.
Washing a woman's long, lush hair differed from a man's short cut, requiring delicate attention, so I concentrated.
Rustle, rustle.
Even then, Elga's sky-blue eyes stayed fixed on my face, unblinking. Despite water filling her eyes.
She was watching to ensure I didn't escape. Like a guard eyeing a vital prisoner.
Of course, regardless, I'd finished soaping her entire body.
Even I tensed up touching the sensitive, tender flesh between her legs, but Elga just trembled faintly, showing no other reaction.
"Now, rinsing off the soap."
Splashhh.
I washed away the soapy water in one go. Fitting for a Single Number dorm, the water pressure was excellent.
After roughly finishing the shower, Elga finally spoke for the first time.
"...Why are you so good at washing women? You even shampooed my hair perfectly."
"Well—. I had lots of little sisters."
Also thanks to washing Aira often, but no way was I mentioning that here. Fortunately, Elga didn't ask more.
I quickly washed myself too, and we exited the bathroom.
After a late-evening warm soak and drying off fluffy, I felt so refreshed I couldn't help yawning.
"Let's get under the covers before we catch a cold."
"Yeah."
Elga seemed in slightly better spirits now, responding properly. So I slipped under the blankets with her and lay on the soft bed.
It seemed best to sleep with Elga tonight.
Once under the covers with me, Elga wriggled around rustle-rustle, nestling into my arms to find a comfortable position.
"......"
"......"
Neither I nor Elga said more. Just steady breathing.
Drifting off to each other's breaths as lullaby, we'd wake by morning. Elga's mood should improve a bit by then.
As I pondered sorting through today's events,
"...Stroke my hair."
Since Elga made her request, I had no choice but to move my hand and pet her head.
Rustle, rustle.
Each stroke through her soft locks released a faint floral scent from the premium soap.
Tremble.
At the same time, Elga's body kept shivering.
"Hnnng...."
She made a sound like melting ice. I slyly slipped my hand through her hair to caress her exposed ear.
"Nnh...!"
Ears are usually cool, but Elga's burned like a fireball, startling me.
Rustle, rustle, squish.
As I kept fondling her earlobe and such, Elga burrowed deeper into my arms, letting out increasingly aroused noises.
"Hnn, nnh, hah...."
After a moment, I felt something rustling up my lower body. Naturally, it was Elga's hand.
Rustle-rustle.
She slipped under my gown and grasped my member, sending blood rushing below.
A young man and woman lying embraced in one bed—it always ends like this. But I worried about Elga's mental state, wondering if it was okay.
Yet Elga soon pressed her face close, whining, "Kiss me.... Kiss—."
So unlike her usual straightforward, spunky self—this coquettishness set my blood aflame.
Unable to hold back, I pressed my lips to hers. It started as a lip greeting, but before I knew it, our tongues fiercely sought saliva.
"Theo—. Mmph, slurp, hnn, hold me—. Hnng, slurrrp—."
Elga wrapped her arms around my waist mid-kiss. I lightly mounted her body.
My hands stripped her gown, sliding down her thighs to caress between her tender labia. Slick, wet skin pressed unfiltered against me.
Squelch, squelch.
"Why does it get wet here every time I touch it...?"
"...Shut up, idiot. Don't say another word. I'll really die."
"Got it."
"...Just put it in already."
Put it in, she says.
Such a lewd request.
However, instead of complying right away, I had something I wanted to try.
"Elga, then I have one request."
"Request...?"
I saw fear flicker in her eyes again. Probably scared I'd demand another 'prisoner play.'
Of course, after the harsh lesson earlier, I wasn't dumb enough to repeat that mistake. So I whispered into her ear.
Whisper whisper—.