Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Beast's Pride #2
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A cheap inn room that didn't suit a noble lady from a great family.
In a space where the wooden floor creaked and the furniture had bent nails hammered into it, Elga and I were alone together.
Elga approached me slowly with her slender eyes wide open.
"I've been thinking about it all last night. It doesn't seem fair that only you get to look at me."
Swish.
Elga's hand lightly pushed my shoulder.
She called it light, but her strength far surpassed mine, so I toppled backward and ended up sitting on the bed.
"Lady Elga?"
"So I need to see you too. Theo Gospel. To see if you're a man worthy of the Lioness family."
"You mean you've been thinking all last night about looking at my body?"
". . . ."
Elga shut her mouth as if caught off guard.
But soon, she furrowed her brow like she was extremely angry and brushed it off with, "That's not the point right now."
Swish.
Elga's hand reached for my shirt next.
I'd expected her to undo the buttons, but instead, she grabbed the hem and yanked it hard.
Riiip—.
My precious 3-silver silk shirt tore right apart. Thanks to that, my pale body was exposed toward Elga—.
"Hmm. . . ."
As expected, showing a bare upper body to a woman was pretty embarrassing.
"Not trained enough, just like I thought. Your muscles are all soft and squishy."
Swish.
Elga's finger trailed from my shoulder down my chest to my smooth stomach.
The sensation of her slender, soft finger gliding over my skin was unfamiliar, making goosebumps rise involuntarily.
"See? No way you could carry the Lioness name like this. Too squishy."
I felt a bit offended, like I was being belittled.
"I'm a half-nymph, you know. It means my body doesn't build muscle easily."
"Yeah, a half-nymph. I've done some research on mixed-bloods too."
"You researched half-nymphs, Lady Elga?"
"Yeah. They like sweets. Like making a lot of noise. Childish and immature. Just like you, Theo Gospel."
Had I been like that?
"Theo, you lack manliness. And more importantly, mixed-bloods. . . ."
Elga stopped mid-sentence and suddenly started fidgeting restlessly.
Normally, Elga spoke her mind bluntly. Her hesitation like this drew my focus to whatever would come from her lips.
"What about mixed-bloods?"
"They say even if mixed-blood males look like men, their male functions often don't work properly."
"Ah."
"You saw my body. So it's only fair I see yours. And this is just satisfying a scholarly, medical, biological curiosity."
Elga began untying the knot on my pants.
She knelt in front of the bed and pulled my pants down.
"No, even so. . . ."
"Stay still."
Before I could stop her, my pants were yanked down, and finally, the thing trapped all day greeted the cool air.
". . . ."
Faced with my member right in front of her nose, Elga fell silent as if at a loss for words.
I'd realized it before, but showing or being touched by a woman down there was pretty embarrassing. The reverse would be nice, though.
Anyway, Elga stayed quiet.
Feeling anxious, I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything.
"Too big and surprised?"
". . . Bigger than I heard. Doesn't match your size at all. . . ."
I could sense Elga's extreme fluster.
Her face, which had held a hint of sadism moments ago, now twitched in fear.
Honestly, my member was pretty big.
If I imagined something like that going inside me, I'd turn pale and scream. No way that fits—something like that.
Was Elga feeling the same?
Seeing her look scared for some reason made me want to counterattack. So, like a true descendant of Demon King Angmar, I slyly asked,
"Want to touch it then? Just looking wouldn't be fair, right?"
"I was going to anyway. You didn't just look at mine—you touched it too. And you can't tell if it works properly just by looking."
Elga boldly declared as she carefully grasped my member with both hands.
「You've manipulated the opponent according to your wicked scheme!
Gained job experience for 'Tamer'. +50」
Good. Experience points up.
More than that, I'd licked and sucked hers.
By fairness. . . .
Maybe I could get her to do that?
Elga was weak to persistence—if I begged with real sincerity and enthusiasm, she might.
"This thing. . . ."
Elga poked it with her index finger—poke, poke—like a pubescent girl encountering a male member for the first time.
Which she probably was.
The Lioness family raised their kids conservatively about sex.
So Elga had been satisfying her 'sexual curiosity' through me ever since my slave days. To her curiosity-driven self, I was the perfect toy.
Seemed like that hadn't changed.
In a way, I was like a human-model sex ed textbook right now.
"It's so hard. Does it really need to be this hard. . . ?"
Elga seemed a bit scared by the hardness absent from her own feminine body.
Even though she'd just harshly criticized my softness.
Seeing a chance for revenge, I tossed out a line that even I thought was a bit vulgar, but lightly, like a joke.
"A woman's pussy needs to be pounded, so of course it has to be this hard. Pretty manly, right?"
". . . ."
Elga narrowed her brow and blushed, like my words upset her. Maybe she'd become aware of her own pussy.
But her frown didn't last.
Squeeze.
Elga gripped my member. It was more rough than gentle, so I naturally flinched forward.
"Urk…!"
She burst out laughing—pfbt—at the sight.
"Even if it's hard, weak spots are weak spots. So fragile? Where's the manliness?"
Damn. That pisses me off.
Fine, I'll make her put my cock in her mouth no matter what.
But without experience, I had no idea how to get Elga to do it.
I knew the ingredients (me and Elga) and the result (fellatio). But the cooking process in between? No clue.
"Fragile."
Swish, swish.
Then Elga stroked it slowly from top to bottom.
It was like she instinctively knew how to please a man, even without me telling her. Instinct?
Swish, swish.
Of course, her movements were very clumsy.
Off-beat, wrong speed—amateurish. Honestly, at this rate, it'd take over an hour to cum?
But here she was, squatting in front of me, gripping my member.
And I was looking down at her from the bed.
This sight was exciting enough to repay all my past grievances and humiliations.
A strange sense of masculine conquest? Maybe instinct too.
Swish-swish—swish—.
As she slowly moved her hand up and down, Elga spoke.
"Like this, right? It'll make you cum?"
"What do you mean?"
". . . Ejaculate. Men spurt out gross white liquid when they feel good, right? Like peeing as a kid. You too?"
"Something like that."
Elga had some sexual knowledge.
With her curiosity, she'd probably read books or watched how battlefield prisoners were handled.
But book knowledge without practice often has gaps.
That was Elga right now.
Maybe I could use that.
Pretending nonchalant, I said,
"Feeling good leads to ejaculation, sure. But your technique's a bit off, so I don't think it'll get me there."
"I'm off?"
Elga furrowed her brow.
She had strong competitive spirit and high pride—this provocation would rile her up for sure.
"How am I off?"
"Your method's wrong from the start. Hands alone aren't enough. A cock's meant to go inside a pussy. You make it cum in something similar."
"Similar to inside a pussy…?"
Elga repeated my words like a student in class.
"Similar to inside a pussy…."
"But you're smart, Lady Elga—you'll figure it out quick. You have one too. A hole like a pussy. Moist, soft mucous membrane."
Did my praise work?
Elga's face lit up as she said,
"Got it—your ass? I nailed it, huh?"
I'd been thinking 'mouth.'
But imagining she might go even further, I played along.
"As expected of Lady Elga."
"Thought I wouldn't know? Actually, I did. Wait—no, then…."
Elga let go of my member.
She seemed to realize she had to stimulate it through her ass, as she'd said.
Swishhh—.
Her golden ponytail stood on end, like drawn by static.
"You… dare…? You think you can make the firstborn of Lioness do that…?"
So this was a step too far.
Like a slightly open clamshell slamming shut, hiding its flesh.
I felt a bit frustrated.
It was so close—what I wanted was one step away. Cross this ditch and paradise awaits, but it wouldn't come nearer.
Would Angmar's revival fly away like this?
Would I end as the last Angmar?
No. Can't let that happen.
I racked my brain desperately. Concluded two ways worked best on Elga.
Appeal to emotion and force it—or ignite her competitive drive.
First was last resort; second better. Trusting my Actor level 8, I feigned calm.
"Guess it's still too early for Lady Elga."
"What?"
"Let's call it here. Bury what happened today. Act like nothing happened."
Swish.
I hurriedly pulled up my pants and stood.
"What are you doing?"
Elga yelled, flustered by my actions, but didn't stop me. As I passed her, I deliberately headed to the door sloooowly.
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
Overly slow steps, making the floorboards creak loudly.
Then, at the doorknob, I turned it suuuuper slowly—could call it stopped.
Click, click, click.
. . . .
Why isn't she stopping me?
Too risky a gamble?
Really ending like this?
"Farewell, Lady Elga."
Before opening the door, I gave her a final goodbye.
". . . ."
But behind me, only her ragged breathing. No idea what face she was making.
"I'm really leaving."
". . . ."
"Means you and I won't be alone together anymore."
"Hey, you—running away?"
My hand froze at Elga's growl. A smile nearly broke out, but Actor level 8 held it back.
"Running? Didn't you run first, Lady Elga?"
". . . M-Me?! You coward, trying to brand me a runaway?"
Turning, I saw Elga glaring at me, face flushed beet red.
At this point, she was kinda cute.