Chapter 239: Petunia Titi (3)

“Uh, sorry about yesterday.”

The woman who had been sobbing yesterday as if I’d spewed insults at her suddenly apologized to me. What’s the correct way for me to handle this situation?

“No, no. You must have had a hard time too, so I think I was a bit insensitive.”

Since I didn’t know the right answer, I threw out a suitable line and gave her a smile. Because there’s no such thing in the world as a correct answer for dealing with a crazy bitch who suddenly throws a tantrum.

“…..Right. Then let’s start training again.”

Was the line I threw out decent enough, in its own way? Petunia Titi, with a face that wasn’t smiling nor looked displeased, said that and then started the training. Her straight spine and firm buttocks. Thighs I wanted to lay flat on the floor someday and lick ravenously.

Moving back and forth right before my eyes in short shorts, she was incredibly tempting. Claiming it was basic stretching, she’d push her butt towards me with her back straight, or pull down her shorts when they rode up to cover the sliver of flesh peeking out from underneath.

While I ogled her figure with the heart of a pubescent teenager, I quickly pretended to be unfazed whenever Petunia Titi turned her head to ask a question.

“How is it? Are you feeling okay today?”

“Uh, uh-huh.”

She, looking at me with sharp eyes as if she knew nothing, was clearly seducing me.

Ah.

I can’t take it anymore.

Leaving her tempting body exposed and defenseless like this was nothing short of a horrific act that went against my instincts as an incubus.

The next day. Right after Petunia Titi went out, I summoned my women.

It was to devise a plan to completely subjugate Petunia Titi.

“We have to screw her somehow.”

When I explained my goal in the most formal tone possible, Milia nodded. Elena looked at me with an incredulous expression before subtly sliding over to sit next to me. Sophia said, drinking tea filled with ice.

“But Master. That woman likes the Hero, doesn’t she? How will we defeat her?”

“Rape isn’t an option for me. Besides, it’s weirder to leave Petunia Titi in this ambiguous position in the first place, isn’t it? Even if I don’t have sex with her, she could suddenly betray us after we achieve our goals if she doesn’t like something. What if she shoots an arrow through my head because she dislikes my ruling style or reform methods? Is there any guarantee she won’t?”

I knew Petunia Titi didn’t trust us. She was secretly muttering things like ‘I love Wolf’ outside, or blatantly showing that she didn’t trust me at all. Continuing an uncomfortable cohabitation while training under such a woman was only possible because our superficial goals aligned, anyway.

“Evan is right. A woman’s heart is fickle, so even if she helps us, there’s no guarantee she won’t betray us when she faces the Hero. For example, imagine Evan and Petunia Titi meet the Hero together. If the Hero cries and says, ‘Help me,’ to the elf there, wouldn’t the elf really be swayed?”

No one could refute Milia’s words. Even Elena, who had reacted unfavorably, nodded with an understanding expression, and Isabel, upon hearing that I might die, gasped in shock and tightly gripped my hand.

Even though it’s a superficial alliance, trust is necessary. Because alliances grow based on the certainty that they won’t betray you at crucial moments. But what about Petunia Titi right now? Even setting aside my lust and her beautiful figure, her internal conflict had already reached a dangerous level.

She had gotten angry in front of me and openly exuded a dangerous aura. I didn’t know what troubles she was harboring, but now that Petunia Titi had bared her teeth once, she was no different from a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Milia placed a hand on my shoulder and said.

“I agree with Evan’s plan. It’s better to make her firmly on our side than leave her as she is. That woman is too strong for us to just let loose, and her ties to the Hero are too strong.”

Isabel said.

“But that elf likes the Hero, so what exactly are you planning? If Evan tries to seduce her, she’ll probably hate him even more. Are you going to brainwash her?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t be sure if an elf that powerful could even be brainwashed, and if the brainwashing failed, we could end up with a valuable asset turned into an idiot. Brainwashing had to remain the absolute last resort; we had to make her completely come around solely through our words and actions.

Elena said.

“Sometimes I hear her muttering ‘I love Wolf’ to herself when she goes into the bathroom. Will this really work? Can we truly break her psychologically?”

“So everyone knew about that ‘I love Wolf’ thing?”

I thought it was a secret, but it was public knowledge. Taffy nodded and said.

“It was night. Clear. Heard it well. Last time with Sophia. While eating a late-night snack. Heard it.”

“I made a bet with Taffy-nim, and I lost. I said she’d do it exactly at 3 AM, but she did it around 3:05 AM.”

I chuckled at that remark. Petunia Titi always acted thorough, but when you looked closely, she was a charming woman with flaws always showing through. As I listed her charms like this, my lower body started to swell again, and Milia reached for my pants.

Not just her, but everyone’s eyes darted towards me. Like hungry beasts eyeing the last remaining prey, their gazes followed the movement of my crotch before meeting my eyes. I subtly leaned back and said.

“….Let’s make a plan first.”

The first one to snap out of it at those words was Isabel. She nodded and said.

“R-right! We need to make a plan. Uh, how should we do it?”

Sophia raised her hand and said.

“Me! We put an aphrodisiac in her food. Then, when she gets excited, Evan-nim goes in and takes her.”

“If that goes wrong, I could die.”

Aphrodisiacs only heighten sexual arousal. They have no bearing on affection levels, and the probability of me dying after one round of sex is very high. What I wanted wasn’t a hot one-night stand, but sustained affection and a bond strong enough for her to choose me over the Hero.

A relationship so deep that she could kiss me in front of the Hero.

Taffy said.

“Tie her up. And then. Screw her. Until Evan is obeyed.”

“No.”

Based on personal experience, only feeling sexual pleasure while tied up isn’t a particularly pleasant or enjoyable thing. I didn’t know how long it would take, and considering Petunia Titi’s abilities, I couldn’t even guess how strong the restraints would need to be or for how long. It also meant I couldn’t train while she was tied up, and that her combat power might be diminished the longer she was restrained. In that case, it would be better to risk turning her into an idiot through brainwashing.

“Then… ultimately, we’ll have to try persuading her carefully with words?”

Then Milia offered an opinion. As she said that, she stroked the back of my hand once more, and Taffy came forward and stroked the back of my hand just like Milia did. I nodded, feeling like the back of my hand had become a pet cat.

Elena asked with a perplexed expression.

“But even if we persuade her carefully, how are we supposed to persuade her? Should we tell her that having sex with Evan now feels good? She’s not that stupid of an elf, is she?”

Milia said with a laugh.

“Oh my, persuasion isn’t only effective in that way. We have two succubi here who can manipulate dreams, don’t we? Besides, we also have our Master Evan, who’s so cool and handsome. Look at him. Evan is so good-looking, wouldn’t the elf really feel nothing at all?”

“Seeing how he changes women every day, wouldn’t she think something’s odd?”

“Ahah!”

Elena said in a nonchalant tone, and Sophia made a strange noise as she laughed. Taffy wordlessly reached out and pinched Sophia’s cheek, causing her to flap her arms like a butterfly and exclaim.

“O-ouch! It hurts, Taffy-nim! I was wrong, I won’t laugh!”

I said this to bring order to the distracted meeting atmosphere.

“Anyway, rather than me making the first move, she needs to develop feelings for me first. Handling a woman who already has a crush on someone requires a delicate touch.”

I said that and looked at Sylvia. Sylvia blinked, looked around, and then pointed at herself again. I nodded and smiled, then said to everyone.

“Okay, let’s devise the detailed plan now. Our target is an elf who’s part of the Hero’s party. A half-baked plan will only backfire, so we need to melt her very, very slowly.”

Only then can we truly become one.