Chapter 251: I Want You to Show Me Your Panties While Looking Disgusted
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 251: I Want You to Show Me Your Panties While Looking Disgusted
The greatest pleasure a master can expect from raising a slave is witnessing their change.
The fun of shaping an untamed slave to my own liking.
I manage a slave who despises me, anticipating the changes the future will bring. Whether for good or ill, I dream of a slave molded to my ideals.
Just like Rin, who once growled as if she’d kill me at the slightest touch, now can't live without it.
To put it nicely, it's rehabilitation. To put it bluntly, it's corruption.
However, my six main slaves adore me too much. They've reached a point where they'll carry out any order without hesitation.
If I told them to die, they would. If I asked to see their panties, they'd show me without a second thought.
And that's why there's a certain feeling I can no longer obtain.
The thrill of transgression.
A normal woman would naturally feel ashamed at being asked to show her underwear.
She would obey the command, but her reluctance would show on her face. The contradiction between her mind and her actions is what creates that thrill of transgression, which brings a master such ecstasy.
But my slaves, who have dedicated their bodies, minds, and even souls to me, don't fall into that normal category. They no longer feel shame.
In other words, the scenario of a woman showing me her panties with a look of disgust on her face is impossible!
What a tragedy.
‘But I can't just give up here.’
I just need to find another slave.
*
I wandered through the merchant group’s territory.
‘Where can I find a good slave?’
Narsha had brought over a hundred female slaves, but I couldn't touch them yet.
They had only just become slaves; asking them to suddenly show me their panties would surely be a great shock.
The elf slaves were also out of the question. Alfia had trained them so well that their loyalty was high, even though I hadn't done much for them myself.
Asking them to show me their panties wouldn't be very exciting either.
To summarize, I needed someone who met these conditions:
1. Has a rebellious streak.
2. But cannot refuse a command.
There was one person who perfectly met both criteria.
“Naredi?”
I found Naredi strolling through the garden, chatting with the maids. The maids bowed respectfully to me.
“Is there anything you need, sir?”
“I have something to discuss with Naredi for a moment. May I take her?”
“Of course. Lady Naredi, please don’t mind us.”
“…Alright.”
I led Naredi to a deserted spot behind a building.
Her expression was sour, clearly displeased at having her pleasant conversation interrupted.
“Why did you call me?”
“…”
“…What did you call me for? …Master.”
“I just wanted to have a normal conversation. How are you finding your time here?”
Naredi, who looked at me as if to ask if I’d really called her for something so trivial, let out a small sigh.
“It’s bearable. I don’t have to live in constant fear of my identity being revealed, the food is good, the work is hard but manageable, and above all, Mirabelle is here.”
“Then, as your master, I am relieved.”
“Is that all? May I go now?”
I stopped Naredi as she tried to leave right after our business was concluded.
“I have a special favor to ask. It has to be you, Naredi.”
“A favor?”
I spoke to the puzzled Naredi with a grave expression.
“Show me your panties.”
“…………What?”
“Show me your panties.”
I repeated myself for Naredi, who seemed to think she’d misheard. It took her a long moment to react, still doubting her own ears.
“Sh-show you my panties? Are you out of your mind?”
“I’m perfectly sane.”
“And you’re asking for… for that?”
“Is it so strange for a master to see his slave’s panties? Considering they do far worse things, this is practically noble.”
“Well, that’s true, but…”
Naredi seemed to accept my point when I brought up the typical behavior of masters toward slaves. Still, she wouldn't easily agree to expose her underwear.
Perfect.
This was it.
I was already getting a thrill.
It never got old; it was always new.
“You don’t want to do it?”
“Of course I don’t! Who would want to do something like that?”
“I know some people.”
Six faces came to my mind.
It seemed they came to Naredi’s mind as well.
“Then just ask them, why don’t you? Besides, I’m a widow! I’ve had a husband!”
“That's what makes it even better, don't you see?”
“You psycho…”
“You really don’t want to?”
“Why would I be crazy enough to show my underwear to a man?”
“Even if it means death?”
“I wouldn’t do it if you killed me.”
A vehement refusal.
It was all within my expectations.
Without showing much disappointment, I turned to leave.
“Very well. I don’t force my slaves. In that case, I’ll just go ask the obedient Mirabelle…”
Thwip!
In a flash, Naredi grabbed my arm. Her eyes widened as she glared at me.
“Who… did you say you were going to ask?”
“Mirabelle. Didn’t you just tell me to ask ‘them’?”
“Not Mirabelle. Ask one of the others.”
“I’ll ask Mirabelle, and if she says no, I’ll do as you say.”
I tried to shake off Naredi’s hand and leave, but she gripped my arm again. Her fierce hold showed her absolute refusal to let go.
I put on an innocent expression.
“Why not?”
“You know damn well why…!”
That’s right.
I knew everything.
I knew that if I asked, Mirabelle would lift her skirt without a second of hesitation.
I knew that if I held Mirabelle hostage, Naredi couldn't refuse. That a woman who had sacrificed her life to save her daughter wouldn't be unable to show me something as trivial as her panties.
I don’t use force.
I simply present an offer she can’t refuse.
“I was completely and utterly mistaken. You really are an irredeemable villain.”
Naredi bit her lip.
“Follow me. I’ll show you.”
“No. Do it here.”
“Here? What if someone comes…!”
“Then you’d better not waste time. My reputation is already shot, but if a rumor got out that a mother was showing her underwear to a man…”
“…”
“Still, it’s fortunate that not many people pass through here. Though I can’t say for how long.”
I gave her a bright smile.
Naredi glared at me as if I were her daughter’s mortal enemy. Then, as if resigning herself to her fate, she heaved a deep sigh.
“Just showing you my panties is enough, right?”
“Of course. I promise I won’t ask for anything more. That’s quite generous of me, isn’t it?”
“Generous, my ass…”
Hesitantly, Naredi took the hem of her maid skirt in both hands and slowly began to lift it.
The skirt she wore was short enough to expose her thighs, so lifting it even a little revealed what was hidden beneath.
White lace panties, identical to the ones I’d given Mirabelle. However, on Naredi’s larger frame, they had a slightly different look.
The way the flesh of her thighs pressed together, or the straps stretched along her wide hips. The same underwear could look completely different depending on who wore it.
But the most satisfying element of all was Naredi’s expression. Shame, humiliation, and a look of pure contempt for me.
When all of those elements came together, they created the perfect picture.
“You piece of trash…”
*
I had seen Naredi show me her panties with a look of disgust.
I had achieved my goal, but my thirst was not yet fully quenched.
I want to see more panties, more expressions!
With that, I headed straight for the Great Forest. As I entered the woods, elven guardians appeared. They didn't draw their bows on me as they had before.
The captain of the guardians, Leon, approached.
“It’s the Slave Reaper. What brings you to the Great Forest?”
“I’ve come to see the Queen.”
“Her Majesty is a busy woman. Even for you, she is not someone you can see just because you wish to.”
“It’s urgent. If I explain the situation, the Queen will understand. Please tell her I’ve come to see her. And add that her secret might be revealed.”
The guardian left to deliver the message and returned shortly after.
“The Queen commands that you be brought to her.”
“Of course she does. This is no small matter.”
“What on earth is going on?”
“My lips are itching to tell you, but a secret must be kept. If you’re that curious, you can ask the Queen yourself later.”
Since Leon had to remain to guard the forest, another elven warrior escorted me into the Great Forest.
After entering the giant tree where the Elf Queen resided and climbing a long flight of stairs, we arrived at her office.
“Your Majesty, I have brought the Slave Reaper.”
“Send him in at once.”
Hearing the urgency in her voice, the elven warrior opened the door. Inside, Ivrelia was pacing back and forth restlessly.
“I wish to be alone with him. Would you please step out for a moment?”
“But, Your Majesty…”
“Would. You. Please. Step. Out?”
“…I will be waiting outside. Please call if you need anything.”
After the guard left, Ivrelia and I were alone.
“You don’t look well. Is something the matter?”
“Is something the matter? Of course there is! We had a perfectly fine conversation a few days ago, and now you’re threatening to expose my secret!”
“I was just worried you might not see me, so I thought I’d drop a little hint.”
Ivrelia sighed, looking dumbfounded.
“Hah, honestly… So, what is this urgent matter? Did the elves cause some kind of trouble?”
“It’s nothing serious. I just want to see Your Majesty’s panties.”
“Oh, it really is nothing serious. My panties are hardly………… huh?”
“Show me your panties.”
Show me your panties.