Ch.216Side Story: Priscilla – 1

I had forgotten that Elysiere, like Priscilla, was also quite a twisted individual, just not as openly. As I stood there frozen, Elysiere urged me once more.

“Come now, what are you waiting for? My womb is right here. Take your hands and crush this sacred space made for bearing children with all your might, turning it into an organ solely for pleasure.”

Her long, slender fingers pressed firmly against her lower abdomen. The slightly swollen belly dented under the pressure of her fingers before bouncing back elastically.

As if she were trying to showcase the body parts contained within.

Her severe masochism—the kind that made her gasp with pleasure even when nearly suffocated to death, and drip with evidence of arousal even when her lower abdomen was beaten until red and swollen—was about to be fully displayed.

“…Here? What if someone catches us?”

“Then Bellium Academy will gain two more perverts. Wouldn’t that be quite entertaining?”

She was just saying that, of course. Even if someone were to witness our current situation, there were plenty of ways to handle it. Elysiere knew this, which was why she could be so bold.

Honestly, I had no reason to refuse. Seeing my hand reach toward her lower abdomen, Elysiere pulled her skirt up higher with an expression of chilling anticipation. Her navel appeared, dipping inward above her lower abdomen.

I pressed my palm firmly just above her womb.

“Haahng…”

Sweet moans already escaped from between her half-parted lips. I felt a warm, soft, and elastic sensation beneath my palm. Elysiere’s body was still captivating.

Not that there were any unattractive women around me anyway.

“Haaang… a little more…”

While pressing down on her lower abdomen with my palm, I removed the magical device from her neck. This wasn’t necessary. Using tools might make it harder to control my strength.

“Why did you sto—hup!”

Before her confused voice could fully emerge, I grabbed her neck and pinned the back of her head against the tree. As the space between my thumb and index finger compressed her throat, ecstasy began to overflow on her face.

“It’s better to do it directly with my hands, isn’t it?”

“Grk… gurgle…”

Elysiere seemed to want to say something, but with her throat completely crushed, she could only make gurgling sounds. Even in such a state, she managed to nod while desperately maintaining a smiling expression.

Watching her face turn increasingly red, I suddenly recalled memories from the past. Back then, Elysiere had also initiated things. The next day, I learned that summoning a healing spell had no consequences.

‘It turned out well in the end, but…’

I also remembered how I had become unconsciously excited by the sadistic urges that arose while doing such things to Elysiere. Could I feel the same way now?

I looked over Elysiere’s body. Though obviously inferior to the Chairwoman, her chest was comparable to Nika or Rosaria’s, and her firm, defined abs caught my eye in sequence.

So far, I remained calm. Since I planned to go much further anyway, I didn’t worry about it. There was only one concern—what if I truly had a fetish that only got excited by such acts—

“Kugh… kek…”

I heard a voice on the verge of suffocation right in front of me. Elysiere’s face had turned bright red as if about to burst, her eyes half-rolled back, drool streaming down her chin.

I reflexively started to release my grip but hesitated. Despite looking like she might die at any moment, she absolutely refused to lower the hand holding up her skirt. It meant she was still enjoying this moment.

Releasing her now would actually ruin the mood. After a brief internal conflict, I loosened my grip just slightly—just enough that she could barely survive by breathing with all her might.

“Grrrrrk…”

As I expected, Elysiere was experiencing pleasure from the sensation of asphyxiation enveloping her entire body, even as she desperately struggled to breathe.

“You’re a hopeless pervert.”

Hearing my condemnation, Elysiere stuck out her tongue and gave me a perverted smile, proving my point.

“You’re laughing?”

“—Kyahk?!”

My fist drove into her lower abdomen. Her body twitched as the oxygen she had just managed to inhale rushed back out.

That one must have really hurt. I put considerable force into it. If an ordinary person had taken that hit, their internal organs would have ruptured.

I withdrew my fist. The impact site had turned bright red, and already dead blood was rising to the surface, turning her skin bluish. I pressed my palm against the bruising area. It felt warm, as if heat was rising from it.

“Feel good?”

“Hnnng…”

Nod, nod. Elysiere smiled even as tears streamed down her face. Twisted pleasure appeared on her face.

“Kup?!”

My fist plunged into the same spot again. This time, even Elysiere seemed to feel genuine pain as her body bent sharply. The hand holding up her skirt trembled violently.

After just two punches, her lower abdomen had turned bluish-purple. Beads of cold sweat formed on her skin and trickled down her defined abs.

I followed the path of a sweat droplet. It passed over her lower abdomen, which was turning from blue to a dark, murky color, before reaching her black underwear below, where it was absorbed and disappeared.

“You’re incredible, Elysiere. Truly.”

I let out a small, hollow laugh. Despite her upper body writhing in intense pain, her lower body was honestly expressing joy.

The evidence was her underwear, which had absorbed liquid to its limit and was now beginning to release it back. The contours beneath that small piece of fabric, not even half the size of a palm, were clearly visible.

I tightened my grip on her throat. As the barely supplied oxygen was cut off again, Elysiere choked.

If this continued for just a few more minutes, she would die from oxygen deprivation. Perhaps her neck would break even before that. Elysiere would likely feel even greater pleasure from that cruel reality.

I clenched my fist. And aimed it at her lower abdomen—

“You’ll actually kill her at this rate, Miss Mira.”

I instinctively stopped at the sound of a voice—blunt, almost monotone, yet filled with affection. I released my grip on her neck and stepped back.

But Elysiere, who had been intoxicated by oxygen deprivation and the pleasure of her womb being crushed until just a moment ago, couldn’t do the same. With a vacant “heh” sound and her tongue hanging out, she slid down the tree.

Unfocused eyes, drool dripping onto her chest, a hand still unconsciously holding up her skirt to reveal her navel, the blue bruise on her exposed lower abdomen, and finally, underwear so soaked it was expelling the absorbed liquid.

“You reduced her to this state without even penetrating her? Impressive. At least you won’t have to worry about hurting her in bed.”

Latina crouched down in front of her and expressed admiration. Given Latina’s personality, she wouldn’t be mocking me, so her admiration must be genuine—which only made my face burn hotter.

“…How did you know I was here?”

“Have you forgotten where my soul originated? Within the same dimension, I can easily locate where you are.”

Elysiere was finally managing to compose herself. She wiped her mouth, and her bruised lower abdomen and soaked underwear disappeared beneath her short skirt.

Latina stared at her for a moment before speaking.

“Should I also train my lower abdomen?”

“…I requested this. Mira was merely accommodating my preferences.”

“No need for excuses. Sexual desire is a natural human trait, and it was the same in the world I came from. She’s not harming anyone else, and if she wants to enjoy being hit, what right do I have to interfere?”

Her gray eyes flicked toward me—or more precisely, toward a specific part between my legs.

“Besides, the stronger Miss Mira’s desires grow, the better for all of us. Lady Ciel, you can continue to get beaten as much as you want to stimulate Miss Mira.”

“…You’re saying this is a good thing?”

“If accidentally exposing your chest or buttocks increases the chance she’ll pounce on you, that’s good for us too. Or would you prefer not to be subjected to such treatment?”

Elysiere answered with a smile. Latina proudly puffed out her chest.

“You see? Lady Ciel wants it too. So feel free to do whatever you want to the others as well. The more Miss Mira does so, the more everyone benefits.”

“…”

Latina’s face lit up with a bright smile as she innocently drove a dagger into me.

Bellium Academy’s first summer festival was already reaching its final stages.

Even without my participation in the free sparring matches, Bellium Academy achieved an overwhelming victory. Aihenhart barely managed to hold her own against Laura, while the other students were completely dominated.

It couldn’t be helped. Both Priscilla and Laura were academy students only on the surface; in reality, they possessed centuries of practical experience.

Priscilla, who was in the latter part of the original story, had skills that could match a Demon Lord’s army commander one-on-one, while Laura had received advanced magical training through regression during the time she could move freely.

There was no way mere academy valedictorians and salutatorians could win against them.

“So, did you find out the Crown Prince’s preferences?”

Aihenhart came to visit on Friday. I gave her the answer Laura and I had prepared in advance.

“A modest, gentle woman who doesn’t stand out, never speaks out of turn, and can devote herself to the family without complaint.”

In truth, these weren’t his preferences but rather the characteristics Laura herself aspired to embody.

Having lived as the Crown Prince for so long, and with Lee Seoa (before the possession) constantly being told she didn’t live up to her looks, Laura intended to learn from Aihenhart’s behavior.

“…I see.”

Aihenhart fell into deep thought. She didn’t seem to have the slightest doubt.

Actually, Laura had asked the Emperor if they could just reveal her identity instead of continuing to lie, but was told to keep it hidden as this was an arrangement agreed upon with Duke Renitus himself.

“I understand. You mean he needs someone who won’t interfere with state affairs and will quietly focus on raising the heir.”

Unaware of these circumstances, Aihenhart muttered something earnestly to herself, having made a serious misunderstanding. I wondered what kind of agreement would allow a father to let his daughter labor under such a misconception.

“It was a good deal, Mira Crate. I’ve obtained excellent information.”

“…”

I didn’t respond. Aihenhart Renitus was, both objectively and subjectively, a person of excellent character. Lying to such a person pricked my conscience a little.

“I’ll give you something in return. Priscilla came to see me yesterday.”

“…Priscilla did?”

“Yes.”

“Would you care to tell me why?”

“Hmm. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

Aihenhart gave me a meaningful smile.

“I think you’ll find out soon enough without me telling you.”