Chapter 365

Chapter 365

For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Episode 365: Liberation (2)

“Pyaak!”

Elisha’s scream, or something that could barely be called one, filled the room. Yet, it didn’t evoke any sense of displeasure.

Her unique, beautiful voice, inverted into a strange scream, was comforting to hear.

If one had to make a comparison, it would probably resemble the chirping of a bird.

Of course, Elisha herself didn’t seem to have the luxury to worry about such things.

“D-Darling! Isn’t that enough? Huh? You’ve done enough, so please stop…”

“What are you talking about? I’ve only poked you once. And only on the soles of your feet.”

“Only once… thanks to my improved condition from my recent advancement in realm, I haven’t had cramps in a long time! How about giving me some time to get used to it gradually? It feels too sensitive right now, so maybe next time… wait, was there a reason you emphasized the soles of my feet just now?”

“Oh. Good point. It’s not for nothing that I called it a difficult magic.”

It wasn’t actual cramp, it was a spell that recreated the sensation of cramps. In other words, it disrupted the nervous system with a very fine current.

Due to the importance of stability and safety, it was a notoriously difficult spell to master.

But I had succeeded. Thanks to the help of the Dragon Heart, which allowed me to control mana subconsciously, I managed to pull it off.

“Anyway, since it’s that kind of magic, it can have the same effect not only on extremities like feet but also on other places.”

“What does that mean…?”

“Like this.”

Thinking it was easier to show than tell, I lightly pressed Elisha’s soft thighs.

“Phyaak!”

Maybe it was because the area was broader. Or maybe it was because it wasn’t a place that normally ever cramped.

Elisha showed a much more intense reaction than before. But her hands were already bound and fixed to the bed.

All she could do was lift her arms and twist her upper body. Of course, every time she did, her fully exposed breasts jiggled wildly as a bonus.

Jiggle.

Her heaving breasts rippled like waves, and her hardened nipples at their peaks locked my gaze without resistance.

Elisha flinched once, then finally calmed down a little.

“Ugh… Why are you only ever so passionate about spells like this, Darling? You! Wait, where are you even looking right now? Don’t tell me…?!”

“Ah, don’t worry.”

“Phew. Even you wouldn’t go that far…”

“I’m going to thoroughly touch every other part first before it’s time for your tits and pussy.”

“Wh-What did you say?!”

At this point, her reaction was similar to or even greater than when she heard about the elf farm as soon as she was auctioned off.

Her eyes trembled as if she had witnessed the end of the world.

I savored that gaze and raised the corners of my lips with a grin.

“It’s okay. You’ll like it soon too.”

“That’ll never happen, so please go easy…”

I listened to Elisha’s words with one ear and let them out the other, and gave an order through the slave mark for the first time in a long time.

“[Go into heat, Elisha.]”

“Heu-eut?!”

The principle behind the slave mark was to instill a psychological compulsion. So a command like go into heat didn’t literally trigger arousal—it made the person try to become aroused.

By drawing from mood, sensation, or even past memories, the subject might grow excited, or find themselves accepting things they would normally reject with discomfort.

In other words, Elisha would begin to seek out points of arousal within the tingling sensations she had only experienced passively until now.

Elisha, whose breathing had already become a little rough, glared at me and said, chewing each word as if spitting them out.

“Just you wait, Darling. I’ll definitely pay you back for this…!”

“Oh, that line just now? You really sounded like a fallen young lady.”

I chuckled and lightly massaged her calf. The feeling of it fitting perfectly in my hand brought a strange satisfaction.

“Pyaak?!”

Of course, Elisha, who was being subjected to it, had a different opinion.

Her legs trembled. I wondered if I had tormented only one side too much, so this time, I kneaded the other side in the same way.

From her toes, through her calves, to her thighs.

“Pihik!? Ppyak! Pihyaah!”

Elisha kept chirping like a chick. Her body writhed in all directions, but her tightly bound hands showed no sign of coming loose.

Eventually, with both legs thoroughly massaged, Elisha slumped over limply, letting out only faint, ragged breaths.

Looking down at her in satisfaction, I slowly placed a hand on her lower abdomen.

“Pyaa-hhh…?!”

“Oh… looks like it’s finally starting to work.”

A nasal moan slipped into Elisha’s voice. A glistening streak of arousal trickled down the inside of her closed thighs.

“Guess I can pick up the pace now.”

“…More than this?”

Her earlier boldness was nowhere to be found. Her expression faltered, a hint of submission showing through. I gently took hold of her chin, lifted it, and nodded.

“Humans have two hands, right?”

“Ah, ah…!”

Fear cast a shadow over Elisha’s face. I opened the hand I had just used to hold her chin. And then…

Crackle.

My fingers sparked faintly with golden light. It didn’t take long for Elisha’s expression to darken in response.

“It’ll be over soon.”

“I think I’ll be over before that happens!”

“Well, if it’s over quickly, that’s good enough, isn’t it?”

“S-Stop it!”

Elisha shook her bound arms frantically, as if desperate to escape. But of course, the restraints could easily be broken with just a simple spell—if I let them.

However, I didn’t push her that far—after all, in a twisted way, I was rather looking forward to it.

I put on a feigned, benevolent smile and began massaging her entire body, starting from her sides.

“Ppit! Pyaak! Pyaahaang…!”

Elisha thrashed and writhed, shaking her head wildly. I continued the massage, pressing her down with my weight.

From her sides to her armpits, from her armpits to her long ears.

As promised, I thoroughly massaged her entire body, excluding only her breasts and vagina, before getting off of her.

“Ppihit… ppii…”

Elisha panted harshly, emitting weak, chirpy sounds as she gasped. Her blue, rolled-up hair lay limply across the bed, and her equally blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling without focus.

After only about ten minutes of such pressing and kneading, she looked utterly spent—as she had predicted. But that was fine. After all, when something malfunctions, one always presses the reset button, and things eventually work out.

I slowly reached out toward her chest, which rose and fell sluggishly—in particular, toward her nipples, which stood so rigid they almost looked pitiable.

Pinch.

“Ppikkyaaak?!”

Her chest heaved once, and then Elisha’s eyes, which had been staring at the air, regained focus. It was like using a defibrillator.

“Heu-eut?! W-Wait! What’s this…?”

“Yeah. It won’t stop.”

Still holding her nipples, I lifted her chest. Then, I gently shook it from side to side, making her entire body sway in unison. I pressed a little harder with my fingers still clutching her nipples.

“Ppiiiit…!!”

Her waist arched like a bow. Between her tense, stiff thighs, her arousal burst forth in a small puddle. Then Elisha slumped limply once more—as if, no matter how long she had been conscious, she soon lost her grasp on reality again.

“There’s one more left… well, it doesn’t matter.”

She would get up on her own eventually.

I released the Golden Finger on one hand. Then I spread Elisha’s wet vagina wide open.

Her thick labia parted, revealing the inside of her vulva. It was like her constantly gaping and spitting out fluids was trying to strangle my cock.

But not yet.

The faintly Golden Finger was pointing towards her clitoris, which had already hardened and poked its head out of the foreskin.

Press.

“…!!”

Elisha could only manage choked, labored breaths—she couldn’t even scream. Although this was her most intense reaction so far, I did not miss a beat and began gently caressing her clitoris.

I lightly rolled it with my fingertip, then quickly rubbed it side to side, and finally pinched it ever so slightly.

Her body flailed wildly like a fish leaping from the water, her eyes now half-turned back and clearly not in her right mind.

Seizing that moment, I slid my finger downward. Thanks to the abundant arousal, it slid smoothly into her vagina. The sticky, heated sensation inside clung to my finger as it gripped it irregularly.

Savoring that feeling, I slowly began to trace the folds of her inner walls.

It’s around here… ah, I found it.

I began to rub the spot that Elisha liked the most, which I had learned from my past experiences.

Rub rub.

Perhaps it was the build-up of pleasure, but it wasn’t long before Elisha reached her climax in a grand manner.

“Pyaaaak?!”

Dribble dribble…

Her buttocks trembled, and spurts of fluid were intermittently ejected.

Even after I pulled out my finger, Elisha continued like that for a while, but as time passed, she slowly calmed down.

Except for her labored breathing, her body lay utterly still. Her tongue stuck out slightly, her face a disheveled mess. Between her spread legs, her slick, glistening pussy was plainly visible.

Iris, who had been watching from the side, unable to even breathe properly at the sight of her utterly miserable figure, was shocked.

“M-Master killed Elisha by overdoing it…!”

“No. She’s not dead, you know?”

Probably.