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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“Why didn’t you kill him?”
“What?”
“He always beat you, verbally abused you, and never showed you any kindness. You could have just killed him.”
Elena asked, lying on her stomach on the bed.
The sweat on the back of her neck had dried, and the flush on her face had subsided.
Having taken a refreshing bath despite the late hour, she asked her question with a composure that belied the fact she had been writhing beneath me just moments ago.
“Are you curious about that?”
The lingering crimson stains on the mattress were the only evidence of the passion we had just shared.
When I stared intently at the damp patches on the bed, Elena cautiously pulled the covers over her legs, hiding the stains.
The subtle blush on her face was cute.
“No, not really curious, I just thought it would have been better…”
The way she trailed off, her embarrassed expression, was also cute, but the intent behind her question was audacious.
“Wow, you’re already scheming. Who said I’d kill him for your benefit?”
“Huh?”
Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked back at me.
I sat down on the chair she used for applying makeup and asked,
“If I killed him, then what? Are you going to defend me? If the guy who’s always throwing parties goes missing for a few days, the dignitaries will come looking to see if he’s dead or alive. And all those servants I crippled are the children of local dignitaries. I’ve already made them useless. Do you think you can handle it when they come to check?”
“Oh…”
“You thought you could just pin it all on me? If I release those guys, do you think they’ll leave you and the mistress alone? Their benefactor is dead, so they’ll try to get something else out of it, won’t they?”
Elena closed her mouth and buried her face in the pillow.
I stroked her hair and said,
“Elena, I’m playing the villain for you and the mistress. Okay?”
Elena didn’t react as I stroked her hair.
But she didn’t protest either.
It pleased me that she accepted my touch so meekly.
It meant that she and I were, at least a little, on the same page.
Physical contact was always the best way to open someone’s heart.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I laid down beside her.
Elena looked at me with a slightly displeased expression, but didn’t stop me.
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When I woke up in the morning, I drained the remaining life force from the three servants.
As the little energy I had allowed them to recover dissipated, they trembled, their limbs twitching like deflating balloons.
The reason I kept them alive instead of killing them outright was to practice controlling my life force absorption.
If I took too much, they would die instantly, so controlling my strength was more important than I had initially thought.
“P-please spare me…!”
“I think I’m dying…!”
Was it true that another’s pain was my happiness?
Watching their emaciated faces contorted in agony was as delightful as listening to a classical concert, something I had always envied the nobles for.
Especially when the memories of them tormenting me overlapped with their crying faces, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill.
“Well, you should have been nicer to me when I was begging for mercy. Why are you whining so much now? Look at this guy next to you. Huh? He’s not saying a word.”
I said that and slapped the cheek of the one lying at the very edge.
The guy, who had been lying still with his eyes closed, simply slumped over at my touch, his head rolling off the bed.
“What?”
“Ugh…!”
“Uh…!”
The trio had become a duo.
“P-please spare us…!”
“Please don’t kill us…! We’re sorry…!”
The two of them looked at me with pitiful faces, tears streaming down their cheeks.
Were they mourning their friend’s death?
Or were they trembling in fear, wondering if they would be next?
I had slapped him to see how much they could endure, but now that he was dead, I felt a bit awkward.
“…You can stay with him for a day, right? You’re friends.”
“Uwaaa…!”
“Aaah…!”
The two of them wailed, their limp bodies writhing like octopuses.
I closed the door and greeted the master, who had just come out of the bathroom.
The master with a weary face sighed tiredly and nodded.
They say that when you’re too exhausted, you don’t even have the energy to get angry.
The exhausted master was a surprisingly polite scoundrel, not bothering to find fault with others or lay a hand on his wife.
He smacked his lips and yelled,
“I’m leaving!”
After the master left, it was time for the mansion’s daily chores.
Chopping wood, fetching water, sweeping the yard.
I had always done these tasks alone because the servants were lazy, but now, with my demonic powers, I could finish them all before lunch.
After finishing my chores, I spent the afternoon enjoying the lunch Elena had brought me.
Elena usually ate with the mistress, so I didn’t have a lunch companion.
After leisurely spending the rest of the day, the master appeared again, drunk as usual.
His grinning face, reeking of strong alcohol, seemed to have forgotten its fatigue thanks to the liquor.
He kicked the door open and shouted cheerfully,
“Isabelle! Your loving husband is home, and you don’t even come out to greet me?! Huh?!”
The mistress, as if she had no choice, hurried down the stairs, her steps unsteady.
I could sense her searching for me with anxious glances.
I hid in the servants’ room, waiting for him to pounce on her.
The pig looked at the mistress’s face with a lewd expression and began to unbuckle his belt, as if he intended to take her right there.
The mistress, startled, recoiled with a pale face.
Isabelle.
Her silky smooth black hair, her obsidian eyes that sparkled like crystals, her beautiful, round forehead…
Every time I looked at the mistress’s beauty, I understood why the pig lusted after her and ignored Elena.
“Isabelle! Come here! Let’s do it right here today!”
“N-no! Please don’t do this…!”
Isabelle shook her head and desperately backed away.
The pig scowled, his face contorting into a truly pig-like expression, and snorted like a beast.
“You bitch…! I was trying to be nice…! Alright, let’s see you die today!”
The master picked up the belt he had dropped on the floor and was about to strike Mistress Isabelle.
This was my cue.
I grabbed the back of his neck and drained his life force.
The master’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, unconscious, before he even knew what was happening.
Elena cautiously followed me downstairs.
I gave her a look, and she nodded, grabbing the master’s feet and dragging him away.
While Elena struggled to heave him onto the servants’ bed, I kissed the mistress.
“Mmm…!”
A sudden kiss.
But this time, after a moment of hesitation, the mistress closed her eyes and opened her mouth for me.
She didn’t actively engage her tongue, but I could feel her trying to reciprocate, awkwardly matching my movements as I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
I sucked on her tongue and gently cupped her breast.
A blush crept up Isabelle’s face, and she hesitantly reached for my hand.
She seemed to want to pull away, but her grip wasn’t firm.
I gently pushed her away and began to caress her breasts.
I knew how rough and forceful the pig was with her during sex.
Sometimes, I would see red handprints on her breasts or bruises on her face.
So, I decided to be gentle with her.
“Mmm… kiss… Haa…”
I caressed the curves of her breasts with my fingertips, as if handling a delicate glass plate.
I circled them from the outside, like a hunting dog circling its prey, pressing against her thin dress.
I could feel her nipples hardening beneath the single layer of fabric.
“Ugh…!”
When I lightly brushed against her nipple, she shivered and squeezed her legs together.
As I gently teased her nipples, circling and pinching them, I saw Isabelle’s eyes glaze over.
I smiled, stroked her hair again, and broke the kiss.
A thin strand of saliva connected our lips as Isabelle gasped for air, her tongue darting out.
The glistening strand clung to her chin before breaking.
Her flushed face was incredibly arousing, tempting me to take her right then and there, but it wasn’t the right time yet.
“Haa… Haa…!”
Behind her moans, the door opened.
Isabelle quickly turned her head and steadied her breath.
Her ears, still flushed with pleasure, were a delightful sight.
Elena lowered her voice and said,
“I moved him.”
“Good work.”
I wanted to make these two women mine, completely and utterly.
And I wanted to fuck them both in front of the pig, who was lying there like a corpse, drained of his life force.
That was my current priority.
More than killing the pig, I wanted to take everything from him.
“Th-then shall we… go?”
Isabelle fanned her face and hurried up the stairs.
Elena looked at me with an indifferent expression, and I grabbed her ass firmly.
“Eep…!”
Elena’s composure crumbled, and she jumped slightly, her heels lifting off the ground.
Then, she blushed and frowned.
I smiled and said,
“We need to settle today’s account.”
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