Chapter 78. A Race Born with Perverted Traits
Chapter 78. A Race Born with Perverted Traits
Time rewound briefly into the past.......
It returned to the moment when, having finished their meal as usual, the party gathered to discuss their upcoming itinerary and prepare for the journey ahead.
'Everyone, please rest here for a while. I'll go purchase some camping supplies.'
'Camping supplies?'
'We took on several quests this time, so as soon as we finish this job we'll have to head straight to the next location, right? But earlier, when the demon beasts attacked, the horses in the stable sustained some damage as well.......'
'Ah, so using a carriage has become difficult? We were indeed planning to take a carriage to our destination tomorrow morning....... If we can't travel by carriage, we might end up behind schedule for the quests.'
'Ugh, so camping out again tonight is a certainty. I'm starting to miss the manor life.'
'I actually prefer camping~ The manor was far too large for the number of people staying there, so it felt empty everywhere, you see.'
'That's unexpected. I thought someone like you, Ymir, would prefer a comfortable and warm home.'
'You go to a university and spend your days catering to professors' demands too. Once you've lived on ten hours of sleep total over an entire week in a research lab, you'll gain the confidence to sleep like a log even in the middle of a snowy mountain, completely unclothed.'
'...Sleeping like a log there would be the eternal sleep, Ymir.'
The usual casual banter wove through the discussion, no different from any other day.
As Dave let out a quiet laugh, seemingly not finding it entirely unpleasant, Heira, who had remained silent the whole time, took a place beside him and spoke.
'May I come with you too?'
'...You as well, Heira?'
'I didn't exert much effort during the quest earlier. I think helping Dave would be the better course.'
In truth, the role Heira had taken on during the previous quest had been the village's defense, just in case.
She had only provided sniper cover from the rear to protect Serika to the extent that it didn't interfere with that primary role.
For Heira, whose specialty was archery, it could hardly be called an arduous task.
'......It'll be tiring, will you be alright?'
'I'll be fine.'
Thus, Heira felt no particular reluctance about following Dave.
'Because when I first asked to join the party, I'd said I would do anything Dave instructed.'
The reason she had entered this party was because she'd felt fate at work through Dave, and those feelings remained unchanged even now.
Yes, that was why she wished for her time with him to continue even a little longer.
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"Euh, euaaah......♥"
Belied by such sentiments, the present was an unending succession of sadistic treatment directed at her.
Her body, continuously battered by climaxes, had by now transformed into a state so sensitive that it would jolt upward at the mere touch of a hand.
A lump of meat, no different from one that would simply convulse in sexual pleasure the moment she lost her reason.
A span of one month had been sufficient time to change a naive, innocent young elf.
"Does it hurt?"
Still, if she possessed reason.
If a will not to surrender to pleasure existed, as it once had in Ymir, she might have been able to endure.
"If it hurts, all you have to do is tell me to stop."
"......Heuh, eh, euh......."
Yet despite Dave's words, Heira merely remained entranced by the lingering afterglow of pleasure coursing through her body.
To rouse her mind, Dave furrowed his brow, spread open the cleft of her sex, and began roughly thrusting his fingers inside.
"Ah-huh...!"
-Squelch!
"Ah, ah, ah, aht! G-good, tha, that spot......♥"
The faster the motions rubbing against her vaginal walls became, the more her body thrashed about, as if welcoming them.
Though she'd been a woman of few words up until recently, now she repeatedly and actively sought out the pleasure being inflicted upon her.
"Oh, ohh, euh, oh, ohhh-ah, ah, ah, ah--♥"
Albeit in her characteristically quiet voice.
Unable to suppress the reflexive moans that burst forth. No, rather, releasing them outright.
"Keuh, eh, heuh......!"
Was hearing that sound all the more vexing?
Finally ceasing his caresses, Dave pushed Heira's body back against the wall and, in that position, began to choke her.
"Vulgar slut."
The moment her throat was constricted and her airway blocked off.
As her vaginal walls reflexively contracted in response, the slick mucous membranes inside began chaotically chafing against one another of their own accord.
The instant psychological torment transmuted into physical pleasure.
"Euh, hueh, eh-huh, ah, hak~♥"
In the end, reaching climax merely from being choked, her previously straight back bent forward and she began to slump limply on the spot.
Afterwards, as the blindfold slipped off, what was revealed was a visage utterly wretched, smeared with sweat and drool.
"...Ah-heh-eh♥"
But what was plainly visible within her unfocused eyes was unmistakably the emotion one would call rapture.
So much so that a kind of desperation could be felt—a wish for this filthy, vile act to continue.
"Look at the state you're in right now."
To the eyes of the man mocking her, it appeared utterly contemptible.
"Take a good look at how wretched you look."
No matter how ignorant she was about sex, her body was being violated while her mind was fully conscious.
And through touches devoid of tenderness, at that. With tools absent any warmth, her body was jabbed and stimulated at will until her once-pure heart had been transformed into little more than filth.
"I-it hurts......."
Yes, a person in their right mind would feel agony.
It was not merely a physical issue. Just as an unrelenting tickle can become torture, pleasure one does not desire is something that devastates the spirit.
"It hurts, it hurts."
Its conversion into pleasure ultimately stems from resignation, yet she had plenty of opportunities to escape this situation.
Even right now.
If she so wished, she could put an end to this moment.
"Even while suffering so much......."
A voice strained with exertion.
"Why the hell are you smiling at me like that right now?"
To Dave, this situation was utterly incomprehensible.
Why was it? She had endured all the sadistic treatment directed at her exactly as he desired, so why was he wearing such a dissatisfied expression?
"Ah, it hurts, but it feels good......♥"
There was no way she could know.
Because by now, Heira had already lost any and all psychological composure amid the sadistic treatment that had been repeated without end.
A state where she couldn't even begin to grasp how vile her own face reflected in his eyes truly was.
"Master, your hand, feels good... s-so, hitting is fine too, you can thrust as much as you want, torment me as much as... it fe, feels good, so...."
No, at this point, such things didn't matter anymore.
What mattered to her was simply wishing for this moment to continue.
"......Heira."
"Maa, Masterrr... please, torment me more. My body, however much......."
-Crunch!
"...Ke-hak!"
Heira's throat constricted under a grip tight enough to make veins bulge.
As a result, her mouth, which had been gasping and spitting out distressed sounds, began to open with visible effort.
"Guh, goo......."
As if she felt pleasure even from this pain she was feeling now.
"Dave, Master....... Maa-ssste....... Heuh, eh....... Euh......♥"
Even while panting for breath in short, choppy gasps, Heira couldn't erase the rapture from her eyes.
Having observed that sight in silence, Dave ground his teeth and began closing the distance with his lower half.
"...It's not me you like, it's my cock, isn't it?"
Slither, the item revealed as his lower garments were stripped away. Standing rigidly erect, it announced that he too was aroused by this situation.
A moment where physiological urges could not be denied, contrary to the feelings being experienced.
"Wah, wah......."
The instant it was branded into her sight, a strange light began to swirl within Heira's eyes, which had lost their color from repeated climaxes.
As though she had received a reward for everything she had endured so far.
"A, a cock.... Cock, a cock......oh, oh-ohk~♥"
Yes, because she had persevered up until now, he was looking at her and expressing pleasure.
The moment she sensed that her patience for his sake had borne fruit.
"Oh, oh, ohh, ohhhh, ah, euuhh~♥"
What followed was something that seemed to the girl not like punishment, but no different from a 'reward.'
The hole, loosened through the conditioning repeated over the past month, now accepted any object entering from the outside far too easily.
"Guh, gooh. Massterr, Massterrrrr......♥"
Even so, the tightness of her vaginal walls was no different from that of a virgin.
Because each time a rough moan erupted, the inside of her body naturally constricted, making the sensation of that object vividly distinct.
"It feelsss weird~~~ My head's getting weeeeird~~~~♥"
The more intense and stimulating the act, the more her nerves, overrun by pleasure, thrashed madly.
And all of it bored into her brain, focusing solely on painting the girl's mind stark white.
-Splurt!
The milky-white fluid that erupted at its culmination soaked her body, and a body overtaken by torpor slumped limply onto the spot.
The moment her entire body was thoroughly drenched in sweat and semen.
"...Heuh♥"
Even having become such a miserable sight, the girl, without self-awareness, pushed herself up, seeking to look at the man looking down upon her.
At the gaze looking down at her.
"Ahh......♥"
Fixing her stare on the rigidly erect object situated between them.
And with trembling, quivering hands, she grasped that object—a single sex-crazed slave who then, as always, began bringing it toward her mouth. No, by now, a mere beast who had cast aside even the dignity of a sapient being.
"Ahh, a cock.... Heuhhh......♥"
A tongue moving by instinct rather than reason wrapped around from the glans to the shaft, and her lips, thrust forward as they were, began to stretch taut as though adhering to the object.
An act that had become incredibly adept, to the point that the time when she didn't even know the act itself seemed like a lie.
Her technique was still crude, but her naturally inborn senses allowed her to instinctively grasp which parts of the object to stimulate in order to amplify sexual sensation.
"Heuhp, euhh, her-rllp......♥"
Yes, an act focused solely on pleasing the other party.
An act carried out with no regard for outward appearance—vulgar and tawdry in the extreme.
"......Ah, I see."
From this act that continued without hesitation even though she was fully aware of her own state, Dave came to realize that the feelings Heira harbored were by no means shallow.
Indeed, the sexual torture spanning a period of one month had merely intensified the obsession this girl held toward him.
"So I had the wrong idea from the very beginning."
It was only then that Dave came to a realization.
Why, hundreds of years ago, elves had been kept as sex slaves by humans.
And why, despite being populated with elves who remembered that era, the elves had agreed to form a pact with humans as if they'd forgotten those times, and expressed willingness to oppose the Demon King's Army threatening the Great Forest.
"After all, they're a Long-lived Species living thousands of years. To them, this level of suffering is probably just a brief moment."
An elf's lifespan was dozens of times that of a human's.
For those who lived thousands of years, a pleasure they couldn't escape would ultimately be regarded as little more than a temporary amusement.
Because they lived for such a long time, their lives were bound to be hollow.
And because of that, pleasure derived from heightened sensitivity could not help but resonate all the more deeply.
"Heuh, Ma, Mas-ster... more, please torment me more....."
Which meant that the conditioning intended to cultivate self-hatred was nothing more than merely awakening her latent deviant tendencies a bit faster.
For a human who had lived a mere twenty-odd years, this could only be a shocking epiphany.