Good and Evil (3)
After the meal, the village chief led us to the largest room on the second floor.
The floor was covered in a plush carpet. Flames crackled in the fireplace. Through the window, the peaceful night view of the village stretched out below.
But above all, a bed wide enough for three grown men to lie down comfortably. It was treatment fit for honored guests.
“If you need anything, just call for me anytime. I'll be waiting outside the door.”
“Thanks. I want to rest easy, so don't let anyone in until morning.”
“Understood. Have a peaceful night.”
The village chief bowed deeply and withdrew. Click. With the sound of the door closing, silence settled over the room.
“Ah, that was a good meal.”
“……”
“You gonna keep standing there? Legs don't hurt?”
“……”
“Why don't you come sit? Bed's plenty big.”
“……”
“Huh, ignoring me? That kinda hurts my feelings.”
She was completely ignoring me. I crunched into an apple, then tossed it carelessly onto the plate.
And slowly stood, approaching her.
The closer my footsteps got, the more her shoulders twitched visibly.
“Adelaide.”
I grabbed her chin and forced her gaze to meet mine. Eyes filled with contempt, disgust, and an unconcealable terror.
“Spit it out if you have something to say. Those eyes could kill.”
“……”
“What? Does it gross you out that I'm playing the saint?”
Her eyes shook as if I'd struck a nerve. She roughly slapped my hand away.
“……Stop this farce. You're no saint. You're a devil. A witch. You're deceiving and manipulating everyone.”
“So?”
“Reveal the truth right now. That you don't care about these people... that you even tried to kill them...!”
“Pfft...!”
Good thing the room was well soundproofed. If they'd heard outside, it would've been a hassle.
“People? You lot are people? Don't bullshit me, Adelaide.”
“……”
“And what good would revealing it do? Why don't you do it yourself? But... do you think those NPCs would believe you?”
“……”
“Right now, they see me as their savior. You think some random criminal shows up yelling, 'This woman's a witch!' and they'll just nod along like, 'Oh, right'?”
“That doesn't mean... I can just let this slide.”
Adelaide took a step forward.
“I'll expose your true nature. Even if it costs my life...”
“Hng. Seems you're mistaken.”
I walked past her to the window.
Around the mansion, NPCs were still gathered, praying. Praises directed at me, thanks for their salvation. Faces full of hope.
“The moment you open your mouth, those idiots' heads will all explode?”
“……What?”
“The instant you speak the truth, my shadows will swallow them all. You'll be the one killing them.”
The shadows rippled. Black forms crawling across the floor seeped out through the window cracks.
“……”
“Don't believe me?”
In that instant, a tree her gaze had touched snapped in half. The NPCs startled, murmuring in surprise, but they soon shrugged it off as a strong gust of wind. But Adelaide would've seen it clearly.
The shadow coiling around the tree and breaking it.
Her face went deathly pale.
“Now choose, Vice Captain. Expose the truth to salve your conscience and massacre them all, or shut your mouth and let them live.”
“You...! Hah... Fine. Please... don't lay a hand on the people...”
“What? Can't hear you.”
“……”
“Can't hear. Say it louder.”
Her fists clenched tight, nails digging into her palms until blood seeped out.
Swallowing her humiliation, Adelaide forced the words out.
“……I'll do as you say!”
“Puhaha!”
I burst out laughing in the end.
An NPC swearing obedience, bowing her head before me. She'd even knelt earlier.
“Hng... Should've done that from the start. Still, you're a bit insolent.”
I returned to the bed and sat on the edge.
Crossing my legs, I extended my right foot forward.
“……?”
Adelaide looked at me with questioning eyes. I smiled sweetly and said,
“Lick.”
“……What?”
“Lick my foot. Didn't you hear?”
“Y-You psycho...!”
“Can't hear well? Fine, guess I'll just kill everyone now—”
“I'll lick...!”
It was a reflexive answer.
Breathing raggedly, she stared at me. Her eyes shook violently.
“Good girl. Now come kneel.”
“……”
Adelaide approached slowly, so very slowly.
She stood before me, hesitated a moment, then dropped to her knees with a thud.
Her eye level sank below my foot.
“Hands.”
She hesitated briefly, then reached out with trembling hands to grasp my ankle.
Cold. Her hands were freezing.
Mine, by contrast, were warm with body heat and a faint warmth.
“What're you waiting for? Oh, right—you must be hungry.”
“……Ugh.”
“If you're satisfactory... yeah, I'll reward you.”
She slowly lowered her head. My toes approached her nose. Then her breath brushed my instep.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Cautiously parted her lips.
Her wet tongue touched the tip of my toe.
Zing. A chilling sensation raced up from my toes, making my shoulders shudder.
“Hng... Nice.”
Wet sounds echoed softly in the quiet room.
Adelaide's tongue wrapped around my toes. Starting from the big toe, up the instep, to the ankle bone.
My lips curled involuntarily. If she wanted, she could bite off my toes right there. But she couldn't.
Fussing not to scratch me even a little, she caressed them tenderly with her tongue.
“Yeah, like that. Between the toes too.”
“……”
I spread my toes, tapping her lips.
Tears of humiliation pooling in her eyes, Adelaide slid her tongue between them.
The hot, fleshy intrusion probing the tight gaps felt vividly obscene.
Slurp, smack, lick. The sounds grew sloppier.
Her saliva wetted my foot. The dry crevices between my toes became slick with spit.
Her cheek pressed against my instep. Now she was cradling my foot in both hands, lapping away.
“How's it taste?”
Instead of answering, she panted roughly, working her tongue. My foot filled her mouth completely.
On impulse, I pressed hard, shoving my toes deep into her mouth.
“Mmph, guh...!”
Adelaide gagged. My toes prodded her throat.
But she didn't dare spit out my foot. Tears streamed down, wetting my ankle.
Desperately accommodating me, suppressing her retches, throat convulsing.
“Aww, that hungry, huh?”
“Ughhh... mmph...”
Her tongue instinctively swept my sole. Ticklish pleasure kept surging.
“Haa...”
A faint moan slipped from my lips. This situation was just too delightful.
The haughty, righteous Adelaide panting like a beast at my feet.
I withdrew slightly, rubbing her chin. My saliva-slick sole stroked her delicate skin.
“Now the sole.”
“……”
Adelaide caught her breath, then lowered her head again.
Her tongue lapped broadly from my heel up the entire sole. Slurp, sluuuurp. The soft papillae scraped my sensitive skin.
“Hngh... You're good at this, Adelaide. Got a talent. Maybe suits you better than knighthood?”
“……Ugh...”
“Here again.”
Furrowing her brow in humiliation, her tongue didn't stop.
She obediently opened wide, taking my toes. Then sucked with wet pops.
Slurp, smack, suuuuck...
Obscene sounds filled the room.
Adelaide's gaze lifted from below to meet mine. Her tear-wet eyes held an inexplicable heat.
Her cheeks flushed red. Shame? Or the depraved thrill of the act itself?
I swirled my foot in her mouth, savoring the boiling conquest.
“Haa... Adelaide. Feeling good?”
“……”
“No? Then why so much drool? Hmm?”
“……Hic.”
Her breathing grew ragged again.
Extreme humiliation sometimes twists into pleasure. Especially in this tension, teetering on life and death.
I slowly pulled my foot free.
Clear saliva stretched like threads between my toes and her lips.
“Puhaa...”
Adelaide gasped heavily. Her mouth was a mess of glistening spit.
I wiped my wet foot on her chest. Soft give transmitted through my sole.
“Mmm, satisfactory.”
“……”
“But what to do? The other one's waiting.”
“……Ah... Got it.”
Her voice hoarse, but no resistance—she crawled on her knees to my other foot.
Familiarly grasping my ankle, lowering her head, exposing the nape of her neck.
Slurp... smack... Slick sounds tickled my ears again.
I savored Adelaide's service for a good long while.
“That's enough. Stop. Fetch water and wash them.”
“……”
“Reward... yeah, you pleased me. You can eat breakfast tomorrow.”
“……”
“No answer?”
“Tha... nks.”
Adelaide staggered to her feet.
Soon returning with water, she began meticulously cleaning my feet.
A pride once broken crumbles more easily the second time.
After washing them, I lay on the bed. Plush softness enveloped me.
“You sleep on the floor.”
“……Understood.”
Adelaide extinguished the candle, plunging the room into darkness.
No blanket, no pillow, but not a word of complaint from her. She looked small and pathetic.
“Good night, Knight. And if you try anything funny... you know, right?”
No reply. Watching her shoulders tremble faintly, I closed my eyes.
Sleep came drifting in. Even in dreams, I figured it'd be Adelaide licking my feet.