Chapter 242 – Chapter 175 – Forced to Be Happy

*All characters appearing are adults.
*This is a fictional story that is nothing but fiction. Never follow

“Thank you for your hard work, goddesses. You are doing well for a beginner.”

Under Sylvia’s direction, Pimpernel took on the role of overseeing Iris, Atro, and Harpy.
I took the three goddesses to see the mansion work that I had to do today.
What you need to do is simple.

“I thought they were people whose hands didn’t have a speck of dust on them…”

Housework.
This is what a housewife usually does.
Today’s work is to do housework.
Washing the laundry that the four of you just finished is one of the household chores.
Several white bed sheets hung from a long clothesline in the backyard of the mansion.
Even if Magi is stuck in the sky, the sunlight is bright, so I should be able to collect the sheets today or tomorrow.

Pimpernel was a little surprised that the goddesses had done this well.
I had never done anything like this before, so of course I thought I would have an accident, but I never imagined that I would do it skillfully.

“They say they do laundry even in the heavenly realm.”

Artro said proudly.
Today, her crimson hair looked even brighter.

“Our goddesses also value cleanliness. I do the laundry, the dishes, and the cleaning, of course.”
“That is really surprising.”
“God doesn’t live confined to the bed unconditionally.”

Everyone living in the heavenly realm is equal. Have to be equal
Because the inhabitants of Paradise are sisters.
Because they are sisters, discrimination does not exist. Because there is no discrimination, the concept of making someone a minion like humans is thin.
Since the concept was sparse, it was natural in the heavenly realm to get through the work on its own.
Living under this principle, most goddesses were able to do household chores.

Unfortunately, the reality is that hundreds of thousands of goddesses tied to the ground are unable to unleash these talents and go straight to sex slavery.

“Are you pretending to be proud to be so good at it? Is that why you treat us like bugs?”

What came out of Pimpernel’s mouth at this surprising fact was not praise, but criticism.

“Since we were born good at doing this, you guys are worse than bugs, are you treating us that way?”

The reason for the criticism is simple.
Because I can’t trust goddesses.
She almost turned Flosh into a sea of ​​fire, and on top of that, she almost lost her life as well as Sylvia.
What would such goddesses praise?
No matter how well Pimpernel tried to think, he just couldn’t.

“That, that…”
“Because we believed we were absolutes.”

Iris answered on behalf of the troubled Atro.

“I thought it was an absolute existence that no one could damage. I thought that every creature born into this world should be at our feet.”
“You’re treating us like bugs because that’s right, you mean?”
“Yes, it is.”

At that, Pimpernel was dumbfounded.

“I really want it. It’s the first time I’ve heard such nonsensical words. They treat us like bugs just because they are great.”
“I will not deny it.”
“Then how do you feel now? How does it feel to be a bug just like us? Is it very good?”
“…”

Iris bit her lip as if hesitating for a moment, but

“Yes. That will be fine. It has to be good.”

She replied with a bright smile.

“Because I couldn’t stand it otherwise.”

Even though he smiled like that, his cloudy gray eyes were empty.

“So, Haffi. You should also quickly acclimatize.”

Iris turned her head towards Harpy.

“Heuuuuu…”

Harpy was letting out her moans.
Her body is shaking, and sweat is pouring like rain.
Numerous tentacles nestled inside her clothes were sucking the sweat away from her.
An impermissible pleasure ran through the harpy’s whole body with each suck of her.
The effect of the stigma engraved on her lower abdomen overlapped, so the climax was reached in no time.

“Haaaaang, haaaaang!”

Her impatient harpy eventually went away.
Her wobbly legs gave way, and the Harpy sat down.
Her juices gushed out, but she didn’t land on the lawn.
Even her juices had all been turned into food for the tentacles.

“Ha, ha, ha… Huh?”

She keeps sucking
The tentacles suck up all the breast milk, juices, sweat, everything that Harpy excretes.
Her tentacles twitched more as she ate her food, and the spasms of her harpy intensified.

‘I would never think so.’

Sylvia has set her command afresh with her.

[The tentacles will gobble you up every time you finish.]

She set a new order for the clothes and tentacles to run amok.

[Think about this if you want to stop.]

She and she also set conditions to stop the runaway.

[Think of yourself as happy when you’re done. There is no other way to stop it.]

Consider yourself happy Consider yourself happy no matter what you do.
Only then can you escape from the tentacle’s play.
It was a very simple condition, but Harpy did not want to comply.

‘Do you think you will obey that order? I will never obey!’

What kind of happiness is this?
What kind of happiness can be called being eaten as a slave?
You’ll never think you’re happy. I’ll never play them the way they want.
Harpy gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.

But,

“Uuuuu!”

The more you try to hold on,

“Huuuuu” .”

It was Harpy himself who suffered.

“Haaaaa!”

Harpy could not bear the sensation of being sucked by the tentacles, the pleasure from that sensation, and the excitement from that pleasure.
I had no choice but to open her mouth and scream.
Harpy eventually had no choice but to reach its peak again.
Harpy was overcome with a desire to fall in love with the thrilling sensation that he tasted every time he reached a climax.
As it is, he even thought that it didn’t matter if he entrusted his everything to these clothes.

‘Oh, no. If you think like that…’

Harpy immediately shook his head and denied one,

“Heuuuuu!”

He couldn’t stand the kissing shower of tentacles all over his body and his body trembled.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…”
“Harpy, how long are you going to persist?”

Iris, who was worse off, hugged Harpy’s right arm.
His arms were buried in her voluptuous bosom.
Just touching it made the harpy goosebumps.

“Hey hey profit? Uh, get out of here, get off!”
“No.”

Iris firmly refused.
Rubbing her brother’s arm against her chest made Harpy scream even more.

“Hauuuuu!”
“This is a penalty, so bear with it no matter how hard it is.”
“Huh. Uh, that can’t be…”
“Why are you insisting? It would be easier if you accepted it like we did. Why?”
“That, that…”
“Iris-sister is right.”

Atro hugged Harpy’s left arm.
Her arms were buried between her voluptuous breasts.
Likewise, the harpy screamed.

“Heeheeeee?”
“Why can’t you admit it? Aren’t you an idiot too? You know what we have to choose, right?”
“Huh, ha, but me, I…”
“Why are you doing this when you know it well?”
“Well, then…”

Harpy gritted his teeth.
Harpy, who remained sane for a moment, appealed to the two sisters.

“Why, why are you siding with them? Uh, why are you whispering to me to give up?”
“Because that is the answer.”

The first to answer was Iris.

“Because giving up is the only answer we have.”
“That is ridiculous, no way. No, that’s nonsense…”
“Even if it doesn’t work, you have to follow it. The rule is that we who are losers follow what the winners say.”
“That thing, that thing…”
“You would want to say no. But this is reality.”

Next was art.

“I didn’t want to admit it either. I wanted to treat this as a nightmare. I wanted it all to be a dream.”
“Ah, Artro…”
“But this is not a dream, sister. It’s absolutely real. The reality that there is no choice but to be defeated and enslaved. A reality where you have no choice but to live while being loved by the owner. We have to live in that reality.”
“No, I can’t live on this kind of beggar ground…”
“Then accept it, sister.”

Artro appealed, rubbing her sister’s arms with her own breasts.

“Stop suffering like this and become comfortable like us, okay? If I gave up everything and became Leia-sama’s maid, I wouldn’t suffer like this.”
“That, but, I, I, I…”
“Please help Mr. Pimpernel.”

When Atro pointed at him, Pimpernel was momentarily taken aback.

“What? I?”
“I heard from the master that you were in the same situation as us. He said he went through hardships because he was caught by Arrieta-sama. In the end, he gave in.”
“…”
“So tell her sister. It’s good to conform. The three of us together will be able to change the harpy her sister.”
“… We have something to talk about.”

To be honest, I surrendered and there was nothing.
After the fall of Flosh, Pimpernel and her allies were converted into demons.
She exclaimed that Sylvia saw her being tortured and that she could not stand it, and Arietta, who heard her, tested herself.
Passing her test, she became a Pimpernel and she became the seed of Leviathan, the Demon Lord, and gave birth to Truco.
Pimpernel, who was her handmaid, gained her status as empress.

In the process, she said there was nothing the pimpernel could do.
It was just that she was dragged here and there as Arrieta intended.

It’s just a very flimsy talk.
Could such trifles help convince this damn goddess?
She pimpernel couldn’t help but tilt her head.

“I think you will be more effective than me.”
“Please do it anyway. Please tell Harpy what you feel. Anything that can break her sister’s heart is fine.”
“… Ha.”

What is the use of this?
Still, it is true that Harpy has to subjugate her goddess.
She will do no harm if her own words play a decisive role in her submission.
She came to the harpy with a long sigh.
Kneeling her, she met Harpy’s eyes.

“Hey, Goddess, listen to me straight.”
“Huh, uh, let go of this…”
“It’s rude, but please forgive me.”

Pimpernel grabbing Harpy’s bangs and pushing her face.
She leaned head-to-head and said she was a pimpernel frankly.

“Actually, I hate you. The reason is simple. Because he was aiming for my precious Sylvia.”
“Huuuuu…”
“And I understand. Why are you resisting so much? Anyone would hate it if they were treated like slaves.”
“Heuuuuu!”

Harpy reaching its climax again.
Her tentacles sucked the harpy’s body more wildly.
The pimpernel clutched even harder at the harpy’s head, which staggered across her body.
He brought her face closer.

“By the way, there are things that can’t be helped in this world.”
“Heuuuuu…”
“Even if you don’t like it, there are things you have no choice but to do. Just like I became the wife of the dead demon king.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha?”
“Whether it’s you or us, we have to follow it unconditionally. You must obey your master. You have to obey and find happiness.”
“Hae, Happiness, Do, Do…”
“No. But you have to believe it is.”

The pimpernel grabbed the harpy’s breast.
Her fingers gripped her breasts and dug into them.
The soft feel of her tentacles is transferred to the Pimpernel’s hands.

“Huh? Cow, hands off. Please, please take it off!”

The harpy was tormented, but she, the pimpernel, did not let go of her hand.
If words don’t work, convince her with her body.
While being teased by Emilia, she used her learned skills on the Pimpernel Goddess.
Grabbing her chest hard as if squeezing fruit from her, the Pimpernel continued her talking.

“Otherwise I will go mad. If you don’t want to go crazy, you have to believe that you are happy.”
“Huh, my, please take it off…”
“If you think you’re happy, I’ll let you go.”
“That, that kind of thing!”
“Then are you going to be made fun of here for the rest of your life? Are you going to be made fun of, and eventually go mad?”
“Huh, uh, uh…”
“If you don’t want to go crazy, follow your sisters. Do what Sylvia-sama gave you.”
“…”

Don’t want to follow that’s sincere
But it’s also true that I don’t want to go crazy like Pimpernel said.
I don’t want to suffer more like this.

To do so, Harpy has no choice but to bend her pride.

“Uuuuu…” .”

Her tentacles, which had been sucking frantically, began to calm down.
Her spasms stopped, and no more moans escaped Harpy’s mouth.
The harpy, breathing heavily, glared at the pimpernel in front.
With her weeping eyes.

“Huh, uhhhhh…”

It’s a shame. Her orders alone forced her to consider herself happy.
Harpy was saddened by the reality that she would have no choice but to bow her head again.
She was so sad that tears flowed from her eyes.

“Well done, Goddess.”

There was no one who sympathized with those tears.

“Please continue to act like that. Even for you.”
“Yes, do as Mr. Pimpernel says.”
“Yes, sister. That’s the most convenient. You will continue to do this, will you?”

There are only three people to praise.

●●●

It continued after that.

“Uuuuu!”

The tentacles always started to glow after work,

“Huuuuu!”

Harpy always had to reach its peak.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…”

And in order to stop the tentacles, I had to have the idea that I was unconditionally happy.

‘No, I, I…’

Even if Harpy tried to deny it, it was useless.

‘I, I, I…’

Even if you do household chores such as washing dishes, cleaning, laundry, sewing, etc.

‘I am not happy. I can’t be happy.’

Even if you do household chores such as gardening and organizing the warehouse,

‘Happiness… I can’t. I can’t be happy…’

At some point, Harpy gradually began to regard false happiness as real.

‘I’ll be happy… There won’t be…’

She started to feel proud of everything she did.
The thought of being proud and so happy began to obsess Harpy.

‘Happy? I?’

It’s just a lie that I was forced to vomit because I didn’t want to suffer.
It’s just that, it’s just a lie,
Why do you think you’re happy?
Why do you feel happy doing this job?
Why does it feel so good to manage the old manor with the sisters?
Harpy was so confused.

‘I, I…’

Are you really feeling happy?
So, what are you now?
What do you mean?
Despite such confusion, Harpy silently helped with the mansion work along with the other sisters.

A few days after that.

“Aunt Pimpernel complimented you a lot. Were you such a good guy?”

Harpy reunited with Leah, the demon who enslaved her.