episode_0053

The handle of the dog leash was in my hand.

And on the opposite end of that leash was not a pet… but a human.

…Yeah, it’s a hard play that could be considered trashy.

I’ll say it again, this isn’t my taste.

It’s not that I have no interest in masochism itself, but…

I’m definitely not an insane noble who would molest a maid standing quietly in front of me, or engage in sexual acts with her.

Well, the previous owner of this body did do that.

With a perplexed expression, I saw Rachel, who came to me holding a leash like a pet and offering me the handle as if asking me to take it, while holding another leash in her hand.

What am I supposed to do if even you guys act like this?

“I-Ian, I also brought a leash… Please, I don’t know if this will be enough to repay you, but I want to become your pet… I’ve been looking for ways to repay you in various ways… Please, don’t worry and treat me as you wish.”

No, Isabella. What would happen if I took a holy maiden for a walk around the mansion? I can’t do such a hardcore thing as putting a person on a leash and making them crawl on all fours because it’s embarrassing for me.

If this were to come out, even in the Holy Kingdom, my reputation, and even Isabella’s, could be tarnished.

But that’s not the end of it.

Rachel, with a stern expression, bowed deeply and offered me the leash she held in her hand.

Although her face couldn’t be seen due to her lowered head, from the fact that her ears were turning red and her voice and hands were trembling, it was clear that she was quite embarrassed.

“Ian, I brought a leash. Please put it on me too. I respect your preferences…”

You shouldn’t be doing this.

Upon closer inspection, it seems like she’s slightly expecting something.

I can’t just refuse outright.

[????? The maiden (*Isabella) sincerely repays you!!]

When accepted, faith and dependence on you increase dramatically. The dominance ratio is newly added.

When rejected, likability drops drastically!!

In the event of a dramatic decrease in likability, the subject is highly likely to die.

The target (Rachel) urgently demands affection from you!!

The subject’s mental state is extremely unstable! They cannot trust themselves and have significantly low self-esteem!!

If the subject’s request is rejected, likability towards you will drastically decrease and karma will rise!!

In the event of a dramatic decrease in likability, the probability of threatening the subject increases!

You son of a b*tch. Aren’t you my status window?

I’m in deep trouble.

When the saint is rejected, she threatens suicide, and Rachel says she’ll kill me if rejected.

I felt piercing gazes like cold sweat.

The woman who wants to stab me is now three to four… Seriously, what sin did I commit in my past life?

“…Well, there’s nothing I can do. They all want to become my pets, and I have no intention of refusing.”

Saying that, I grabbed the leash of the saint and Rachel.

First, Rachel is easy to handle.

I held her chin and pressed close.

“Suck-”

“…”

Rachel opened her eyes wide and alternately looked at me and our overlapping lips. In the meantime, Rachel timidly moved her tongue and responded to the kiss.

“Uh, ugh… Huh, why did your lips suddenly…”

With a burning heart, Rachel, blushing with a very embarrassed expression, raised her head to look at me.

She was usually cold and rigid, drawing various lines even for herself only when the two of us were alone. But this person, sometimes when she twitches like this, it feels like breaking through my defenses and not knowing what to do. It means that her defense is high in the front but weak in the back.

Every time she gives such a signal by my side, if I land a fatal blow each time, I quickly come to my senses and turn around…

[…. Weakness – Opponent’s (Rachel’s) nature – Extreme M-type nature]

I gazed blankly at her in a momentary old memory passing through my mind.

I could hear the sound of swallowing saliva, and I found myself blinking continuously and unconsciously chewing on my lips.

The current situation seemed to be quite exciting.

Right now, I was in a position where I forcibly pinned Rachel against the wall. My arms and legs were pressed tightly, and I had one hand holding Rachel’s arm, while my other knee was placed between her thighs, forming an X-shape. It was a true preference that I had never shown to anyone before.

Unless there was a certain level of affection from the other person, I wouldn’t have done such a thing.

That’s why I became even more engrossed in this situation.

Rachel, with expectant eyes, pierced me with a look.

“…Aren’t you going to do more?”

During a brief silence that followed,

I suddenly came to my senses and recalled Yuria, who was still ‘sitting’ quietly behind me.

…I don’t allow any pets other than her. If she turns her eyes red like this once again, it’s all over.

After swallowing dry saliva, I added, “Upon further consideration, it seems a little inappropriate to do something like this, no matter what.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Did I make a mistake…?”

“I thought I’d pull you just to test, but seeing you in pain is harder for me. If you keep showing that kind of reaction even if I ask, it’ll be difficult for me too.”

“……..”

Rachel blinked her eyes and for a few seconds, her lips quivered. She covered her face with both hands and then bowed deeply again.

I don’t know if it was because of her mood, but it seemed like a blush appeared between her fingers.

“Ian.”

“Yes?”

“You… truly have a talent for playing with a woman’s feelings.”

“Playing with a woman’s feelings?”

“If you’re going to play with beautiful women in the city according to your mood, haven’t you said enough?”

“…”

Right now, I also feel a burning sensation of excitement and anticipation towards you. It’s amazing to feel this way. Even a general who used to ruthlessly slaughter enemies in the past. Not to mention having both an emotionless saint and a vampire by his side. There’s no need for further explanation. To some, it might even be worthy of respect to survive with all of them and still seek more women. “Ray…” “!” Rachel, startled by Ray’s breath on her ear, looked at me with wide eyes. “…At this point of questioning, I’m convinced. You will continue to have an unpredictable number of female companions in the future. Of course, I don’t think the current number is small by any means. Including Yuria and me, Isabella, and the elderly knight commander, we are four. Even if you combine the main and concubine chambers of the neighboring nobles, it’s rare to have all four as such prominent figures. And if you consider that this is just the beginning…” “I won’t add more. I have no intention of adding more women when I already have someone as wonderful as Rachel.” “…Hmph.” Rachel let out a bitter laugh, shook her head, and looked at me with a look that seemed to say, “You’re so clueless.” But after a few seconds of silence, she turned her head quickly and spoke with a more trembling voice than usual. “Why are you like this?” “…I find it amusing that you’re swayed by such obvious lies.” “It’s not a lie. I am already satisfied with just Rachel.” Rachel blushed, hitting her chest with her own uniform. “……..That was really dangerous just now. I’ve felt the urge to cover you up more than once, but just now…more,” “…Cover me up?” “Ha… If I, a man who only exists for such female companionship, am so shaken by such obviously false words, how deeply am I trapped in this absurdity…” With a flushed face, Rachel hurriedly left the corridor. The saint approached stealthily and grabbed my arm, gently stroking her forehead. “Is it my turn now? Ian, brother.” The saint smiled innocently.

“………..”

You can’t say it’s your turn.

What kind of nonsense is that from the beginning… Holy, holy…

But she continued to pat me gently.

“Master, no… Ian Brother’s touch is always warm. It feels like he melts my heart. If possible, I wish he could also stroke my chest… Is that not possible?”

The saint had already moved my hand to her breast and was caressing it. The sensation was truly exquisite. The J-cup breasts, which were soft and filled with a space that became firm when filled with milk, provided such a sensation.

Then came the saint’s gaze.

“…Are you awake?”

Her eyes slightly widened, and her face turned rosy.

She seemed to have lost herself as if she had fallen into ecstasy.

The problem was that the golden irises of the saint’s eyes were focused beyond my face, staring through my lips.

…Upon closer inspection, it seemed like drool was dripping a little, and a faint white magic power was emanating from her entire body.

As her pure first love and affectionate proof, the sacred aura softened and emitted a pleasant fragrance, causing Ian to turn his head in various directions.

Why does it feel like unconsciously becoming like trash when trying to push it away?

The appearance of the bright saint who had saved the restrained and quiet lives of people while discarding those deemed unworthy, following emotions devoid of sentimentality and adhering to justice, had completely disappeared. Instead, she had transformed into a country girl who went around exposing her body without knowing anything, even following the tail of a playboy man… Such a character who could be a victim in a tragic love comic…

Slightly trembling, she worried that if she spoke, the distance between them might grow, or he might dislike her more. Her hesitant voice, filled with worry, seemed like that of someone experiencing first love. It also meant she appeared inexperienced. However, her face and figure turned even this into purity and charm, creating a single allure, making it clear just how remarkable her J-cup breasts were.

“…Isabella. Let’s go to the room and rest now. You haven’t been feeling well lately. By the way, how is that curse from before? Has it improved?”

Ian tried to subtly change the subject, but contrary to his wish,

“…”

Isabella stared back with wide eyes, standing up straight. She then began to feel warm, and, um… ah… huh, looking confused, she truly resembled an innocent and delicate girl. Isabella was about to say something, but when she stood in front of him, she was taken aback by the height difference and the surprise in his eyes, so she lowered her gaze and bit her lip.

Perhaps embarrassed by her hesitation, the maiden simply nestled into his arms and pouted against his cheek.

As a bonus, the soft marshmallow-like sensation pressing firmly against her lower body was part of the basic service. The recently softened warmth felt like a watermelon-sized pressure between her thighs. Perhaps due to her innocence, the name “heavenly touch” suited her well.

…Is this the charm of a country maiden?