Chapter 59
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: The Eldest Daughter of House Beatrice is an Anal Slave (3)
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"..."
A few days after Professor Tristan went missing, he finally returned to the academy.
His arms and head were wrapped head to toe in bandages.
He claimed he'd been hit by a carriage driven by a drunk coachman, but no one was buying it.
Even naive first-years could dodge that, let alone second-years.
A professor getting run over by a carriage?
Impossible.
Something had definitely happened.
"........"
Truth be told, even in Academy's Tamer, I barely remembered Tristan getting hurt like that.
In my playstyle, which prioritized maximum efficiency, he was just a character who died anyway, so I never paid him much mind.
...But now, I had to weigh Tristan's value on the scales.
There were two big benefits to keeping him alive.
First and foremost, Tristan himself.
Every professor at Carnea was an elite soldier handpicked by the Empire. One more survivor boosted our chances of a happy ending all on its own.
And second—pure speculation, but it might raise the growth ceiling on the evolving item 'Corrupted Tentacle.'
Boss of Floor 2: 'Tentacle.'
Officially 'Creeping Terror.' The subjugation time affected the growth limit of the 'Corrupted Tentacle.'
The faster the subjugation, the higher the limit.
But up until now, I'd always started the tentacle fight after Tristan's suicide attack.
Simple reason: pre-suicide, the tentacle was way too strong. No way to beat it in-game.
...But this isn't a game anymore.
If I pulled out all the stops and took it down before Tristan's suicide, the 'Corrupted Tentacle's' limit rank might exceed what I knew.
"................."
"Haa...."
I couldn't ignore the persistent stares any longer and let out a sigh.
I'd tried brushing past, but they were closing in.
Now close enough to feel her breath—if I ignored her again, who knew what she'd do.
"...Greetings, Your Highness the Princess."
"Oh my!"
As I bowed, Liana clapped her hands and beamed.
"Wow! Eugene finally noticed me. You kept marching on despite my staring—I thought you were ignoring me on purpose!"
"...As if. I was lost in thought and didn't notice Your Highness's gaze."
"...Hmm. If you say so, Eugene. But when are you going to stop calling me 'Your Highness'? I told you to call me Liana."
A faint floral scent wafted from Liana's cheerful smile.
"The imperial protocols are strict. How could I dare use Your Highness's given name so casually?"
"This is Carnea. We can relax here. A place of learning where everyone is equal, regardless of status."
"Even in the pursuit of knowledge, some nobility can't be hidden. Your Highness embodies that for me."
"...Hmm, not a bad thing to hear... But you're really not gonna call me Liana?"
"Afraid not."
"Even if it's a princess's command?"
"My apologies, Your Highness. But this is Carnea. In this sacred hall of learning, all are equal."
Liana's brow furrowed at my blatant double standard, but I met her gaze with a defiant shrug, as if to say, what of it?
"...."
Of course, if we were alone, I'd be on my knees begging forgiveness in a heartbeat.
But with all these eyes around, even a princess wouldn't...
...She wouldn't kill me, right?
Second thoughts made my spine crawl.
This was Liana Lumenhark.
No guaranteeing she wouldn't blast me with spells if her mood soured.
"...So, what brings Your Highness here?"
I swiftly changed the subject, but Liana was still pouting.
"What do you mean 'what brings me'? I was just passing by."
"....Ah, I see. My mistake—I must have been mistaken. It was a pleasure chatting briefly, then."
As I wrapped up and turned to go, Liana grabbed my arm.
"...W-Wait! Eugene! Hold on!"
The princess puffed her cheeks.
"Gosh, I have no idea what goes on in that head of yours!"
I could say the same about her.
Her childlike sulk was almost funny, but knowing the scheming nature lurking beneath? Terrifying.
"Truth is, I came to ask a favor."
"...What is it?"
"Eugene, come visit the imperial palace over break. Okay?"
This felt weird... Déjà vu?
Like I'd seen this scene before.
"...My regrets, but I must decline the invitation."
"Why?"
"As I mentioned before, I'll be studying at the academy over break, then heading straight back to House Calliope."
"....Is the academy more important than me?"
The academy was a thousand times more important.
But I kept that to myself.
No need to get accused of insulting the crown.
As I invoked my right to silence, Liana huffed and snorted.
"Hmph, fine! If you're staying at Carnea, so am I!"
"....?"
What fresh nonsense was this?
I couldn't fathom why a princess would stick around.
"Your Highness, every action you take affects the imperial family. Deciding so suddenly..."
"Yep! The more I think about it, the better it sounds. The palace is boring anyway. I could have fun hanging with you here."
Predictable, but she ignored me completely.
"...."
Where did everything go wrong?
I'd kept interactions with the princess to an absolute minimum. Why was she so fixated on me?
"So, that's the plan, Eugene?"
Liana leaned in with a smile that could fool anyone unaware of her true colors.
I swallowed a sigh and replied.
"....As Your Highness wishes."
After my encounter with the princess, I was mentally drained, but I put on a energetic front.
...Couldn't show exhaustion to my taming subject, after all.
—Clunk
"...Eek."
Bianca flinched as the door opened.
...Her body was covered in bruises from beatings.
Lucia's handiwork.
Not her solo decision, though—my orders.
Whip and carrot.
Cliché enough I shouldn't need to explain, but its longevity had reasons.
Lucia and Vivian wielded the whip; I offered the carrot.
That summed up this taming session.
"Dinner time."
I lifted the cloth covering the tray, revealing a perfectly cooked steak and a slice of cake.
—Gulp
Bianca's swallow echoed loud enough to hear.
We'd been alternating meals every ten hours—me and Lucia.
Hers: bare minimum, cheap slop.
Mine: lavish, delicious fare.
Compared to the three-meals-a-day starvation in Academy's Tamer, this was paradise.
—Slice
Her gaze burned as I cut the steak.
"Hungry, huh?"
I popped a piece in my mouth.
Medium-well, just right.
"Obviously! You gave me a crumb of bread for breakfast—how am I supposed to survive on that?!"
Bianca demanded boldly.
I sliced another piece.
"Say 'Please feed me' if you want some."
"...You're insane?"
"Suit yourself."
I ate another bite.
"We've seen every embarrassing inch of each other. Pride won't get you anywhere."
Another bite. Then another.
"...."
Bianca grew frantic as the steak dwindled.
"...F-Feed... me..."
"What was that?"
"....Please... feed... me..."
"Haha, see? Wasn't so hard. Good girl."
"Eek! Don't pat my head!"
I fed her steak while stroking her hair; she thrashed uselessly.
"All done eating? Time to get started."
"W-Wait... We did that... yesterday...!"
Bianca paled at the red slime wriggling in the glass vial.
"Human bodies produce waste daily. Gotta clean daily. Or is senpai special?"
I leaned my face toward her armpit.
No grooming evident, yet smooth as silk, not a hair in sight.
Sniff sniff—
"Y-You psycho! What the hell are you sniffing?! Stop! I said stop!"
"...See? It stinks."
Whoosh!
Her face flushed crimson at my words.
She thrashed and screamed.
"You bastard! Die! Filthy scum!!"
"Yeah, yeah. Let's proceed."
Her expression hardened as the red slime climbed her thigh.
But what could she do? It was necessary.
"...Ngh... Uuugh!"
As the slime burrowed into her anus, Bianca let out a muffled groan—no agonized scream like yesterday.
Familiarity helped, and yesterday's blockage had caused the freakout. It wasn't that painful.
"Ugh... Ngh... Haa... Hnng..."
Soon after, the cleaning complete, the slime crawled back out.
Bianca was spent, but that wasn't my concern.
"Here we go."
I slipped under the chair.
The seat had a toilet-like hole, giving a clear view of her ripe peach-colored anus.
"W-Where are you putting your face?! Hii!"
A pinky nudge made the slightly parted hole clench shut.
"Relax. It'll hurt otherwise."
"Easier said than— Hyaaang!"
And so the real taming began.