Chapter 252: I Want You to Show Me Your Panties While Making a Disgusted Face (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 252: I Want You to Show Me Your Panties While Making a Disgusted Face (2)
The leader of all the elves in the world.
Elf Queen Ivrelia.
The right to rule was granted only to high elves, the most elite of their kind, and Ivrelia was no exception.
Ivrelia was of a timid disposition. She feared taking life, a trait that made her a poor archer. She struggled to mingle with other elves and often spent her time alone.
However, her ability to commune with spirits was exceptionally profound. She didn't contract with Servants—mutated spirits tamed by the likes of Alfia—but with the highest echelons of the spirit world.
It was this recognized talent that allowed her to become queen. In fact, she was the youngest elf ever to ascend the throne.
Neither overbearing nor tyrannical, she was kind to all, regardless of their station. As such, she was well-loved by her people.
While this should have been encouraging, Ivrelia couldn't bring herself to be entirely pleased.
Being young meant it was an age for fun and games. While others were enjoying the prime of their youth, Ivrelia had to endure the endless lectures of the aged elders, so much so that she felt her ears would wear away.
"Back in my day..."
"You must do it this way."
"The previous queen was far more capable."
"Tsk, tsk."
Then why don't you be the rulers!
She desperately wanted to scream it at them, but she couldn't. Protesting would only earn her an even more severe lecture; she knew that much.
Her days were spent like a princess trapped in a tower, watching from her window as other elves flirted and courted one another.
For someone like Ivrelia, becoming Karami's slave was, in its own way, a form of liberation.
It was like a good, obedient, studious child suddenly turning into a delinquent in the eyes of their parents, teachers, and friends.
Expectations, betrayed.
A queen, now a slave.
It was, in a word, corruption.
The wicked thrill and rebellious spirit that came from doing something wrong was a new kind of pleasure for Ivrelia.
And as a slave, she could speak with other elf slaves who shared her fate. It felt like she was finally enjoying the youth she'd missed, and she found it surprisingly fun.
Her mind and body were at ease, she felt good, and it wasn't as if she was being mistreated.
This isn't half bad~ she would think to herself.
“Show me your panties.”
Until a moment ago.
Ivrelia struggled to maintain a smile. She couldn't quite hide the twitching corners of her mouth.
“I’m sorry. I think I misheard you. Could you please say that again?”
“What did you hear?”
“That you want me to show you… my underwear…”
“You heard correctly.”
“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?!”
In the end, she couldn't hold it in and shrieked.
“Is something wrong, Your Majesty?”
At the guard's voice from outside, Ivrelia clapped a hand over her mouth.
“N-Nothing’s wrong.”
“Understood.”
Ivrelia shot Karami a sharp glare. He, however, either failed to grasp the situation or simply didn't care, for he was still wearing a bright, cheerful smile.
“See? Even you don't think it's a big deal, right, Your Majesty?”
“Of course it's a big deal!”
“But you just said nothing was wrong, didn't you?”
“That was different!”
She'd only said it out of panic. His request was enough to send the entire Great Forest into an uproar. To ask the queen, revered by all elves, to show him her panties!
If it weren't Karami, she would have called the soldiers to arrest him long ago. No, even if it was Karami, that's what she should have done.
“Are you really not going to show me? Even when I'm asking so nicely?”
“Isn't it strange to even think I would?”
“Your Majesty is a slave, and I am your master. It is a slave's basic duty to obey their master's command. Are you saying you'll reap my benefits but won't follow a single order?”
“If I knew you'd give such an order, I wouldn't have become a slave! Release me at once!”
“Hmm~”
Karami let out a strange hum, clasping his hands behind his back and pacing the room.
“They say elves make a thousand-year vow. They swear upon their souls to look upon only one person for a thousand years.”
“And?”
“Your Majesty, do you not know what is bound to your soul? The shackles of a slave.”
Ivrelia's eyes widened. Only then did she realize his true intentions.
“Even if I liberate you, the fact that the slave's shackles were placed on your soul, the fact that you were my slave, will not disappear. If those stuffy old elders find out, won't all hell break loose?”
“Are you blackmailing me?”
“I'm merely making a mutually beneficial proposal.”
Karami strode closer. Ivrelia flinched at his sudden approach.
“As your master, I will do my best to ensure you can continue to live a stable life. Furthermore, I will actively cooperate in the revival of the elves.”
“The revival of the elves?”
“As you know from our last meeting, my connections are quite extensive. If I set my mind to it, I can do anything. Like making the elves the greatest of all races.”
Ivrelia's long ears perked up.
“You, Your Majesty, will be reborn as the greatest queen in history. Then the elders won't be able to order you around anymore.”
Karami's persuasive words seeped smoothly into Ivrelia's ears.
The greatest queen.
The elders wouldn't be able to say anything?
For Ivrelia, who had been looked down upon by the elders just for being young, it was a temptation she couldn't easily shake off.
It was the wish of all young people, and Ivrelia was no different.
The thought of the elders regretting their treatment of her… just imagining that future sent a rush of dopamine through her. A thrill coursed through her veins, reaching every corner of her body.
Ivrelia gulped.
“Really… I just have to show you? You won't go back on your word later, will you?”
Karami's lips curled up. “I swear on my position as your master.”
“Haaah…”
How did it come to this?
Still, she just had to endure a moment of shame. If she could bring about the revival of the elves with a moment of humiliation, it was worth enduring.
This was definitely not a personal preference.
Ivrelia's hand moved down. After a few hesitations, she finally gripped the hem of her dress firmly.
Ivrelia's attire was the traditional queen's dress, passed down through generations. It was a green dress decorated with leaf and vine patterns, flowing down to the ground.
To show her panties, she inevitably had to gather up a lot of fabric.
As she hesitantly folded and lifted the dress, the lower half of her body was slowly revealed.
Pale, slender ankles.
Calves that flowed in elegant lines.
Thighs with just the right amount of flesh.
She stopped just before revealing anything more.
“Ugh…” A groan escaped from between Ivrelia's clenched teeth. Her face, flushed bright red with shame, looked like it was about to explode.
Unfortunately for her, that only added flavor to the viewing experience. Karami bent down to get a better look.
“I really hate you. You're the worst. You're disgusting.”
The insults, likewise, dealt no damage to Karami.
“Ugh… really. I don't care anymore. If you want to see, then just look all you want!”
In a state of utter resignation, Ivrelia yanked her skirt up. The scent of the forest, which had been enveloped in her skirt, wafted out in all directions.
Ivrelia's panties came into Karami's view. His eyes widened at the shocking design, more so than any he had seen before.
It was underwear woven not from cloth, but from leaves and plant stems. It gave off a strong natural vibe, but its defensive power as underwear was remarkably low.
A thin vine, looking like it would snap at the slightest touch, served as the string, and a few leaves were all that covered her skin.
The milky-white skin and the elegant curve from her pelvis to her waist.
Moreover, swept up in the moment, she had lifted her dress too high, exposing everything above as well. It seemed the matching top and bottom leaf underwear had a set effect.
Arousal also increased by 100%.
Ivrelia trembled slightly.
She could feel his gaze sweeping over her skin.
A shiver ran through her entire body.
I… I'm doing something so perverted. A queen, showing her underwear to a human male… I shouldn't be doing this…
She had never done anything worse in her life. If people found out, they would be shocked. If the elders found out, she would be exiled.
From Elf Queen to exile.
It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff.
To think that the tower she'd painstakingly built would crumble in an instant…
“Ah…”
Ivrelia let out a shallow gasp.
“Your Majesty? That sound just now…”
“Eh?”
A flustered Ivrelia finally realized what she had been thinking. She hastily lowered her dress.
“Th-That's it! No more!”
“Hmm, it's still not quite enough…”
But he had received his service.
Karami stood up, satisfied.
“Your Majesty, you dress very lewdly. The other elves weren't this extreme. Is this perhaps your preference?”
“No! It's just the traditional attire passed down through the royal elven family!”
“A fine tradition.” Karami gave a thumbs-up.
“I don't know anymore… I'll never get married now. Sob…”
Ivrelia covered her face with her hands as much as she could, but she couldn't hide her pointed ears sticking out on either side.
Those ears were incredibly red.
For a moment, he thought about grabbing them, but decided against it, figuring she would scream and the guards would burst in.
*
Nice, nice~
I hummed as I left the Great Forest.
It was just as I'd hoped.
The act of revealing one's own shame with one's own hands. An act one would never normally do, but when presented with conditions one can't refuse, they show it reluctantly.
That situation.
That expression.
That scene.
The harmonious symphony created by this trifecta was a true work of art. It was just a shame I didn't have a camera.
I'll have to ask Mirabelle to create a picture of it for me later.
In that case, two pictures wouldn't be enough.
You need three to make a good set.
The last one.
I'm going to Vestia.