Chapter 58
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: The Eldest Daughter of House Beatrice: Anal Slave (2)
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“Aaaahhh!! ...S...stop... Guh-aaah!!”
Bianca let out a scream of tearing agony, but of course, I had no intention of stopping.
“...Hee... heehee...”
...Not because of Vivian snickering beside me, but because on the first day, I needed to burn that pain deep into her body.
That was the only way to teach Bianca that submitting to me would make things easier for her.
“Guhk... ugh... aaagh...!!!”
Bianca's belly was swollen huge, like she was pregnant.
It was even wriggling under her skin, just like something out of Alien.
Wriggle— wriggle—
The slime inside her had digested all the waste and was now thrashing around, desperate to escape.
...But its only exit, her anus, was sealed tight with a silver plug.
“Guhk... guh-uuk... aaak... ughk...!!”
Even staying still was pure torment from the raging red slime, and now Bianca convulsed wildly, white foam bubbling from her mouth.
....Well, she'd been like this for five hours straight now. It was about time she started losing it.
I couldn't break her completely on day one, so regretfully, it was time to wrap up.
—Squish
I pressed down on her bloated belly with my foot.
“Guh.... Aaaahhh!! It's gonna... burst...! Gonna burst...!”
Thrash-thrash-thrash—!
Bianca flailed desperately, but her body, bound to the chair, barely budged.
“Eh, it's not gonna burst. Hang in there. Alright! Here comes more!”
“...Aaaagh!! N...no...! Aaaahh...! Stop... guh. Nooo...!”
The harder I pressed with my foot, the louder her shrieks grew.
And then...
Pop—!
With a refreshingly crisp sound, the anal plug shot out in an instant, and the slime poured out of her anus in a rush.
“..A... aaaaaah! Hic... uwaa... huh... sob...”
Only clean slime emerged from Bianca's anus, but to her, it must have felt like she'd just shit herself big time.
“Hahat, what a pathetic sight.”
“Hic... guhk... haah... y...you... bast...ard... I'll... k...kill you... I swear... I'll kill you...!”
Bianca growled through tear-streaked fury, but I just gave her a gentle smile in response.
“Sure thing. That's enough for today. Lucia... um... give the slime wrapper some food and clean her up.”
“Yes, Master.”
While Lucia handled cleanup, I took Vivian and headed out the door.
Having a slime that made aftercare this easy and tidy really lifted my mood.
'Solid performance.'
Just to clarify—I love anal, but I despise scat.
Some people lump them together, but that's a twisted mindset.
It's natural for a guy to love pussy, but that doesn't mean he'd enjoy menstrual blood.
“...E-Eugene... Will 20 days be enough...?”
As I pondered the finer points of anal sex, Vivian rolled her eyes and asked.
She'd been so thrilled tormenting her just moments ago, and now she looked scared. It was pretty hilarious.
20 days.
A long time if you're looking at it that way, short if you're not.
...Truth is, telling someone the timeframe when you're breaking their spirit is the worst mistake you can make.
The human mind gets stronger when it has something to lean on.
Without a set end, the fear of "when will this stop?" keeps them trembling.
But give them a deadline, and they start counting days, clinging to hope: Just a little longer, and I'll be free.
“...Vivian, do you think Master didn't account for that?”
“...N-No, that's not—”
Lucia snorted as she finished cleanup and chimed in.
“Just extend the deadline. It's not like we have to honor it anyway. Master's word is law—what's the problem?”
“...Ah...!”
Vivian nodded like a lightbulb had gone off.
Just as Lucia said, my promise to Bianca held no real binding force.
I could break it anytime I wanted, and extending it would shatter her will in no time.
But...
“No, we stick to the timeline.”
“See? I knew Master's thoughts ahead of ti—Huh?”
Lucia's eyes went wide. It'd been a while since I'd seen her flustered like that.
I chuckled and continued.
“...Time's tight.”
The 20 days I'd offered were the max I could farm in Carnea Academy before finishing the two main events of Chapter 2 and heading back to Calliope territory.
After that, I had to return for Chapter 3 prep.
'...Guess we'll be apart for a bit.'
I glanced at Lucia and Vivian's faces.
We were cohabiting in the dorms now, but I couldn't exactly bring them back to the territory.
Especially Lucia.
Even if Calliope and Ursula were equal houses, she was the designated heir, while I was just the third son. If we married, she'd stay put, and I'd be the one moving in as her consort.
'...Whatever. Endings first... No, take down the Chapter 2 boss before worrying about that.'
None of it mattered if I couldn't beat the Chapter 2 boss anyway.
Chapter 2's main events boiled down to two.
Repel the "invaders" storming the front gate.
And hunt the "tentacles" infesting the academy interior.
In terms of difficulty, the front gate was easier.
No need to kill them—just drive them off—and plenty of allies around.
But focusing only there lets tentacle damage spiral out of control inside, and you miss items.
'...Gotta grab the tentacles.'
The drop from tentacle hunting:
'Corrupted Tentacle'
As the name implied, unusable until purified by a saintess, but one of the rare growth items in Academy's Tamer, so worth picking up.
“....”
...The sticking point was Professor Tristan.
This event's casualties depended on how "Eugene Calliope"—me—acted.
The optimal route I'd mapped: Hold the front gate with other students early on, then switch to tentacles when the "man in black" shows.
But no matter what, Tristan always ends up facing tentacles alone and dying.
To prevent that, keep him away from them from the start.
'...Time to choose.'
I set aside pity or guilt on the scale.
I'd already decided to pay for those after seeing this world's happy ending.
...All I weighed was the "risks" from twisted main story progress versus the "gains" from saving Tristan.
——Choose.
Even if it meant sacrificing someone, pick the optimal route to the happy ending.
Snow was coming down pretty hard, so the Creampie Inn had fewer patrons than usual, but it was still lively enough for an adventurers' haunt.
Creeeak—
As Gigamind poured beer, the door swung open. A ragged-cloaked man staggered in, bundle slung over his back.
“...Sorry, no begging here... What the hell!”
Gigamind waved him off at first glance, then rushed over in shock upon recognizing him.
“Tristan! What the hell happened to you?!”
“...Haa... haa... Ogre... subjugation... done.”
“Shit, you really went alone? Forget that—calling a healer! Upstairs, now! You need treatment!”
“...Haa... No... Daughter's... waiting at home... Just... give me the money first... No fare for the carriage...”
Tristan dumped his bundle. Ogre horns spilled out.
Gigamind flushed red and yelled.
“Y...You... lunatic! Money's not the issue! Look at you! Get treated now!”
Gigamind yelled more, but Tristan just shook his head silently.
“...Haa... Gig... mind... please... No strength... to argue...”
“...Ugh...! Damn it all!”
With Gigamind's curse, a heavy pouch hit the table.
“...Goddamn it! This is the last time! No more jobs for you, got it?!”
“...Thanks...”
Tristan pocketed the money, pulled his hood low, and shuffled out.
'Haa... damn it all.'
Tristan exhaled raggedly.
Normally he'd take the main road, but to catch the last carriage to Carnea, he had to cut through the alley.
...That was the problem.
Even in his wretched state, hyenas sniffed out money and pounced.
“Hand over everything you got.”
A thug brandishing a rusty dagger.
Third-rate punks who wouldn't meet Tristan's eyes on a normal day, but right now, he was easy prey even for them.
“...Get... lost... if you don't wanna die.”
Tristan warned them, but the thugs just cackled and closed in.
“Wind—Blade”
「Wind Blade」
The thugs flinched at his incantation... but nothing happened.
Tristan let out a hollow laugh.
He'd overused mana on the ogre hunt, but to think even basic spells were beyond him now.
Pathetic for a Carnea professor.
“This bastard's bluffing!”
Thwack—!
A fist slammed into Tristan's gut, sending his wrecked body tumbling.
Thud-thud-thud—!
As blood from Tristan dyed the snow red, the thugs finally stopped and rummaged him.
“Hey! Found it!”
“...Whoa! Shit, it's heavy.”
“Check later—run!”
His blurring vision caught the thugs fleeing.
'Is this... how it ends?'
Snow began piling on Tristan's body.
'...Gotta... make her medicine...'
Death didn't scare him.
...Just his daughter, left alone.
That was when it happened.
The thugs' heads hit the ground mid-run, blood fountains spraying from the stumps.
“...”
A black-cloaked man who'd slain them in seconds approached Tristan.
No will to resist.
If he couldn't handle these punks, no chance against this guy.
As he closed his eyes to accept death, the man tossed the stolen pouch at his feet.
“Tristan.”
The man knew his name.
Caught off guard, Tristan forced his drooping eyes open to look.
“Wh...o are you.”
The black-cloaked man didn't answer. He knelt instead.
“...How about a deal?”