Chapter 75. Slave Declaration
Chapter 75. Slave Declaration
Serika and Yumir.
The two of them were indispensable to me. I needed their assistance—desperately—to beat that goddamn Executive Bitch to death and to develop my own pathetic skills.
Heira, however, was nothing more than a wandering elf drifter, not even a formal member of the hero party.
From my position, where I had to avoid leaving traces of myself at all costs, any feelings unconsciously directed at me had to be erased without exception.
Even if circumstances had ultimately forced my hand—even if I had ended up accepting her because she possessed the skills to fill the gap left by the missing elf—
"D-Dave.... What are you trying to do...?"
-Smack!
Yes, my current aggressive actions were all for that purpose.
To twist the unconscious goodwill that the amnesiac Heira held for me into outright hostility.
"Agh!"
Ignoring her pained moan, I repositioned my hand and aimed once more at Heira's rear as she sat turned away from me on the bed.
As I drew back my hand and brought it down again on her rear—
-Smack!
a crisp sound of flesh striking flesh rang out through the room, and Heira's body began convulsing violently.
"Did you already forget what I just told you?"
"M-Mia.... Eup!"
I shoved my fingers into her mouth while she lay prone and smacked her rear repeatedly with my palm.
Smack, smack. Every time the sound echoed, I forced the noise that should have escaped as a moan back down her throat, so the cries faded while the amount of drool only kept increasing.
It must hurt.
But more than that, it must be humiliating.
No matter how ignorant she was about sex, even she would know that getting stripped naked by a man and helplessly spanked on the ass was not normal.
"You goddamn bitch."
All the more so because she was receiving it with her body restrained and only her conscious self awakened.
"When you address me, what did I tell you to call me?"
"I-I'm sorry...."
-Smack!
"...S-Sorry. M-Master...."
The slaps stopped only when her trembling lips finally managed to part. By then, she had given up even on meeting my eyes, tears spilling down her face as she began twisting the bedsheet tightly in her fists.
Not even permitted to direct those hands toward me, the best she could do to express her anguish and terror was to wring the pitiful blanket—that was her only outlet.
"Uu, uuu...."
Watching that helpless figure, I felt something squirm in a corner of my chest.
What was this feeling?
When I had tormented Serika or Yumir, my actions had been aggressive, as if I were high on some narcotic, yet in my current acts I felt no small amount of hesitation.
It was as if, instead of seizing something, I was trying to shatter something already in my grasp with my own hands.
"Yes, that's how you should say it."
Forcing that thought aside, I grabbed Heira's chin and made her look directly at the corner of my mouth curling upward.
Does it hurt?
To show her that watching her suffer was something I thoroughly enjoyed.
"...Uu, uu."
Heira averted her gaze, as if even meeting such eyes was painful.
But the moment I picked up one of the tools placed beside me and extended it toward her face, Heira's eyes flew wide open and her body began to flinch.
"M-Master. What is...."
"Stay still."
Anyway, resistance that was purely verbal was easy enough to ignore.
I proceeded to cover both of Heira's eyes with a blindfold that let no light through and began binding her arms behind her back.
Only her ego was awake while her body remained immobilized, but tying her up like this would let me control even any reflexive spasms.
"Uu, uug...."
Soon Heira was on her knees, doing nothing but exhaling tense breaths.
I placed a hand on her cheek and quietly asked.
"You can't see anything, right?"
"No, nothing...."
-Smack!
"...Ugh."
When I smacked her cheek just like that, Heira let out a small moan.
Given that she failed to react to this attack despite possessing senses beyond a human's, it seemed her claim that she couldn't see a thing in front of her was no lie.
Look at her now.
Even without me doing much, wasn't she flinching, never knowing when violence might come flying at her?
"Ugh, agh...."
Simply standing by and watching was enough to make fear bubble up inside her, and merely trying to endure it was enough to gnaw away at her sanity.
Blocking the senses, in fact, was a form of torture that became all the more effective the more sensitive a person's senses were.
If only she had undergone training to withstand such things, then maybe. But this elf girl was a body with truly zero experience in anything except shooting a bow.
Even trivial sadistic impulses that she might normally dismiss without a thought, she would inevitably perceive far more acutely in the current situation, with darkness looming over her.
"Ah, aht, aht!"
Yes, that was exactly what I was aiming for.
To brand my existence onto a pure and ignorant being.
To etch myself into a member of the long-lived species who still hadn't cast aside the heart of a maiden.
"M-Master. What are...."
"Quiet."
Heira flinched every time I laid a hand on her body. I ignored her words and continued attaching the devices to various parts of her body.
"Shut your mouth. I never permitted you to ask questions."
One adhesive patch on each part of her body. After that, I fixed a clip-on bead onto her chest.
Heira let out ragged breaths, shivering at the chill sensation unique to metal. After taking a step back from her, I activated the device in my hand.
A device that converted the user's mana into an electronic signal, inducing vibrations in the magic power patches that received it.
-Wooong, woong!
Yes, when it came to functions, that was all it did.
But an elf possessed senses far more acute than a human's, and against something like vibration—which struck many times in a single moment—her nerves would inevitably become all the more frayed.
The more ambiguous that stimulation was, the better the effect would be.
A sensation one couldn't quite place was extremely effective as foreplay toward pleasure.
"Ah, uuu, aah...!"
The instant such vibrations were felt across her entire body, Heira's body began to writhe.
Just by enduring that, a cold sweat drenched her whole frame, and her heated breathing grew increasingly ragged.
Just pressing a button meant I didn't need to use my hands for every single caress. Tools sure are convenient, I thought, pulling out a new device and aiming it at her lower region.
-A resonant hum!
A rod whose tip generated intense vibration through its core.
"Uu, uei, eeuh...!!"
The moment dozens of vibrations per second stimulated her sensitive area, Heira's body writhed more violently and her upper body began collapsing forward.
"Uu, heugh, ah...! S-Stop.... M-My, body... is... eh, uu...."
Was it so hard to bear, no matter how hard she pretended to be numb?
Words rejecting the act spilled out, uncharacteristic for Heira who had endured everything so far, but I didn't bother to deny her resistance.
-A resonant hum!!
If she got too talkative, increasing the intensity was all it took to solve that.
"Uu, ueh, uu.... Uuuu, uugh...♥"
The moment the words she'd struggled to form cut off, and nothing but dazed moans echoed ceaselessly through the room—
as the moisture from her wet, slick lower region soaked into the bed, I kept the rod at her groin while slipping my thumb between her lips.
"Eh, uuheugh, uu, ueh....♥"
Trails of drool kept leaking out of her mouth, as if she'd even forgotten how to swallow.
Even so, as if recognizing the touch against her lips, her tongue began to squirm ever so faintly.
Did she actually think I might give her a kiss here?
"Mmph!"
Such a naive delusion.
Ignoring Heira's wish, I rammed a tool into her mouth in place of my lips.
A gag with only a breathing hole barely drilled through it. With this, her ability to speak could be considered completely sealed.
"Mmph!! Mmph! Mmmmph!!!"
Her body bound while she could see nothing, violated by all manner of devices.
Now, even the right to make meaningless appeals had been stolen from her.
-A resonant hum!
And even in that state, the devices kept tirelessly toying with her most sensitive areas.
The muscles all over her body, her stiffly erect nipples being teased as erogenous zones, and the space between her legs as she climaxed and a flood of arousal fluid burst out—all of it.
"Uugh, mmph! Uu, mmph...!!"
Her hips bucked violently.
Immediately after, her body went limp as the strength drained from it, yet the convulsions wracking her frame showed no sign of stopping.
-A resonant hum, a resonant hum!!
Even if she climaxed, as long as mana was infused, the devices would keep moving ceaselessly, relentlessly stimulating wherever they touched.
"Uumph, mph, uuu, mph...!"
Heira climaxed again and again, her hips bucking without any chance to rest.
The sheer volume of fluids she'd expelled was enough to soak the entire bedsheet, and her body, rolling around on it like mad, was already smeared with sweat and love juices.
Wasn't it truly ridiculous?
That an elf once so pure and quiet had now reached such a vulgar state, hips bucking like this.
A sense of perverse glee should well up from the depravity of having created that sight with my own hands, and yet...
"Uu, uub.... Uu, uu...."
...Damn it. I can't stand watching this any longer.
When I removed the gag from her limp mouth to clear her airway, I noticed fluid pooling heavily inside.
Was it drool she couldn't bring herself to spit out, filling her mouth?
A horrifying thought even crossed my mind—that if things continued, her airway might get blocked and she'd drown in her own spit.
"Uu, uwek...."
Heira vomited up a thick wad of drool the very moment I propped her head up.
Afterward, when I peeled off the blindfold soaked with sweat, I could confirm that even her eyes, once glistening with tears, were now rolled back in her head, bloodshot.
Her mind had been ravaged to the point of breaking, toyed with by an unwanted, pleasure-driven climax.
"...Heira."
Unable to completely erase my pity for such a girl, I stroked her face.
"You perverted little slut."
Even that, I endured by gritting my teeth, and gradually added strength to the hand I'd placed on her throat.
"M-Mas... ter...."
It must hurt.
I'm tightening it on purpose.
"What, does it hurt?"
Then you shouldn't have followed me.
Unlike those two, you had no reason at all to get tangled up with a guy like me, did you?
"Tell me honestly. Does it hurt? Are you scared? Afraid I'll do something even more fucked up than this?"
"...Master."
"It was your choice."
I clearly gave you a choice and even warned you.
That if you kept following me any further, those memories of that day—which you could just forget and live on—wouldn't remain a one-off misfortune.
"It was you who insisted on chasing after a man who treated you like a toy to play with for just one night, and then, even when given a chance, you volunteered yourself to become a slave, you ignorant bitch."
So this outcome was inevitable.
Because there was no way I, someone destined to leave this party someday anyway, could possibly accept you.
At the very least, I had no choice but to warp the feelings you harbored toward me.
"...So, why did you come back to me?"
If you don't give up here, this will keep going.
If you don't crush those feelings for me, it will keep going. Keep... not shying away from even worse things than what's happening now.
"Did you need someone to toy with your body, even if it meant becoming my slave? Did you want to feel that cock you don't even remember inside you again?"
When I laid out that resolve so bluntly and applied pressure to her windpipe, Heira's limp fingertips started twitching once more.
The spirit that had faded away was returning.
The moment her gaze toward me gradually came back into focus—
"A sl-ave...."
Soon, having chewed over what I said, she gulped for air and, with great difficulty, posed a question toward me.
"If I... become one..."
It was something I never thought would emerge from such cruel treatment.
"Does that mean... I'm allowed... to stay with you, Master...?"
In a voice so faint it was barely audible.
But without an ounce of hesitation.
"...What?"
I wondered if she'd lost her mind, but before I knew it, Heira had placed her hand over the back of my hand resting on her face.
With hands already utterly drained of strength, as if refusing to let me go even now.
"Being... alone. Is awful."
Even in a voice that sounded half-dead, she confessed her inner feelings through the reprieve granted in this moment.
"Dad left... and I've been alone ever since, so.... When I came down to the city, anyone who'd accept me... I'd stay together with them...."
"...."
"...I want to stay, with the person I met that way... until the very end...."
With those final words, the strength drained from her hand.
And her head drooped. But I could hear a wheezing sound coming from her mouth.
She had only succumbed to fatigue and drowsiness, unable to fight off sleep. But the bruise marks were still visible on her cheek.
"...You too."
Yes, even if she endured this moment, the scars would remain.
The wounds that had built up over a span many times longer than the entire life I had lived—those were still there inside her.
"You must have your circumstances, too."
Thus, when the girl's consciousness had finally subsided, I stroked her sweat-drenched hair, finally voicing the feelings I had kept suppressed all along.
Lest her heart might break. Without any thought of inquiring carefully into her circumstances.
Unable to even utter a single word of apology.
"But I'm the same."
For the sake of my objective.
Resolved to turn away even from the feelings I was gradually becoming aware of.