Chapter 4 – Elena (2)
“Aren’t you doing your job right?”
“Sorry! I will do it right!”
Taking the initiative in an empty mansion is easier than stepping on a rat to death. After all, everything was a problem that came down to the logic of power. Now I was sitting in a chair and basking in the morning sun. The three servants who had been harassing me since the demonic powers were awakened were no longer my opponents.
The three gangsters who steal the mansion’s property were struggling with housework that they had been putting off all of me. I was thinking about how to make the owner of the mansion miserable while these bastards worked.
It wasn’t too much fun to simply beat him to death. If you hit your head with a brick, it’s all over. I can’t give back all the pain I’ve suffered, but the pain the bastard received ended in an instant. I had to think of a way to make it more elaborate and gradually deplete my body and mind.
What method do you need?
“Evan!”
Someone called my name in a loud voice. I could tell who it was just by hearing his voice. The mansion’s maid, Elena. Originally, she was a maid from another family who followed the mistress, and was characterized by her voluptuous breasts and long blonde hair like lace underwear.
As befits a maid from a high family, her every action overflowed with elegance, and she was a person who tried to maintain the elegance of the mansion within her reach.
Of course, Elena never helped me because I was more of a stain than a splendor of this mansion. What Elena was trying to protect was the face of the madam, not a slave like me.
The servants were also staring sideways at Elena’s swaying breasts while they were at work, and I, too, leaned back in her chair, blatantly examining Elena’s breasts. For some reason, looking at Elena’s chest seemed like something good would come to mind.
“What, what is it? It’s cheesy…”
When I didn’t look away, Elena crossed her arms and covered her breasts. The servants began to work again with a wistful noise, and I asked, still sitting in my seat.
“Why?”
“Why?”
Elena put on a stunned expression as if my answer was absurd. Then he asked, patting her head.
“Evan. What did the madam say yesterday?”
“Yesterday?”
“You said to fill it with water. Water.”
I said, kicking the back of the servant who was chopping wood.
“Hey, get some water.”
“Ah, yes!”
Elena looked puzzled at my behavior, but she said nothing. It was a thousand times fortunate. I was going to rip your mouth out if you asked me why I was hitting you here.
Even after the servant left, Elena looked at me for a long time. I replied to her
“What are you looking at?”
“Did you eat something wrong?”
I just shrugged. Elena went up to her mansion again, as if she didn’t care who controlled the servants. In a way, both Elena and the madam were very pitiful people. The mistress was beaten by the master every day or forced to have sex, and Elena was concentrating all her efforts on managing her mansion so that such a mistress could live in a noble mansion.
Of course, all of that was someone else’s business. That bastard was a human who didn’t care how the madam lived, and was content to crush his pretty wife in his bed every day. Although a former aristocrat, he did not even care about the dignity of the mansion.
Except for me, the servants who now work in this mansion were all bastards who used to hang out in the village. They were the ones the owner of the mansion put in to secure connections with the local dignitaries, but they were the children of local dignitaries, so they had at least some common sense, so they didn’t cross the line.
If these guys didn’t have the least amount of common sense, Elena would have already been eaten like a slut and rolled around like a bitch, and I would have already been searched for and buried under the floor of the mansion.
“Oh my… !”
The servants were already struggling. When I thought about how these bastards were harassing me, I couldn’t help but tear them to death. Look at the twitchy back and the gritted expression. The moment I fell asleep, they would squeeze my head with a pillow and suffocate me.
What should I do? How can I destroy the owner of the mansion? What’s the kid’s favorite thing? What was the most important thing?
I looked up. The madam was sticking her head out the window and looking down at me.
There it was.
The most important thing
That kid’s favorite
*****
The night has come. Today the bastard was going to knock on the door drunk. When he drank, his beastly personality became even more animalistic, punching anyone and smashing anything that was easy to break.
The servants were now lying on the bed in my room, overlapping each other like sacks of rice. His cheeks were sunken and he couldn’t lift a finger. By applying elemental absorption and enhanced power, it was possible to put three people in a lethargic state of being unable to do anything all day.
I felt good because I controlled my ability and absorbed it in moderation. When I came out in the best condition, I saw Elena standing on the railing.
Elena stood on the second floor of her mansion, holding on to the hem of her skirt and trembling. On days when he was drunk, the beast became more violent, and the madam’s screams would resound throughout the night. The moment Elena faced the definite pain she couldn’t ignore, she clenched her teeth with an expression she had never shown when I was hit.
I leisurely climbed to the second floor. Time for the owner to come. If it was me in the past, I would have been curled up in the attic right now, covering my ears. But there was no need for that anymore. Elena didn’t seem to understand my sudden change.
“You, what are you doing?”
“What?”
“You ask what are you doing now? The master will come soon. On days when you were drunk, you also hid in the attic and never came out, right? Why are you walking around like this today?”
“To watch the madam get eaten.”
Elena’s face turned an earthy color. She noticed that she couldn’t believe the vulgar language that had just come out of her mouth.
“What did you just say? What?”
The expression was really nice to see. I wouldn’t have been so surprised if the bastard had spoken human words.
“How badly do you want that bastard to fuck you? She came to take a look, wondering if the mansion was screaming to go away. Why? Shit, it was so fucking fun watching me get beaten up, but do you think it sucks for me to watch my master get fucked?”
Her hand went up, then she took a deep breath and fell again. Taking a deep breath, she told me.
“…Please don’t do that. Please don’t make the mistress more miserable. You are a tough person.”
“Then you have to work harder. Seeing the owner coming from afar earlier, he was very energetic today.”
“…Stop. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t stop Master from beating you. So stop now and disappear. Uh?”
Elena pretended she was her boss. But she was feeling it too. The moment I destroyed all three of the servants in the morning, the power of this mansion declined. That the three servants were stuck in the room, and that my coming out of the room meant a lot.
Thud
Thud
Thud
A knock on the door was heard at the right time. Elena’s hands tightened. Hands stained white. Even as I was beaten by the owner, I envied those white hands. There was a time when I admired her white skin and her modest and elegant appearance.
Thud
Thud
Thud
But now she was trembling with fear. Originally, it was the responsibility of the owner and the three servants who were close to him to open the mansion door. But now, everyone who would open the door was sleeping, and the knocking sounded louder.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Said Elena.
“Door.”
“What?”
“Open the door.”
She couldn’t make eye contact with me. She was realizing Something is strange. She was clearly aware that something was wrong with her. Unsure of my purpose, she averted her eyes and asked in a crawling voice.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
But I didn’t move. I just laughed. The sound of knocking on the door mixed with the roar of an impatient calf.
“Open the door! Open the door, you bastards! I threw it in, but… ! Now fucking ignore me! Uh? I’m so full you bastards!”
“Door. Let me open please.”
The voice that had been so frightening when I was sitting lethargic in the attic now sounded like the twisting of a rooster’s neck.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The door was swinging. Sooner or later, I will get tired of myself and the gate will open. What about then? How badly will the mistress suffer today? I shook my head. Elena’s fingertips trembled white. Her lock is smashed, and I take Elena’s hand and run into her room.
“What? Why is no one there?”
“Town! Town!”
Elena struggled with her, trying to get away from her me. Her smooth thighs and white socks that came up to her thighs. Then came the racy garter belt line. I asked, touching her thigh with her hand.
“Shall I stop you?”
She stared at me with her mouth shut. I said with a smile.
“Am I blocking it?”
“You, uh, how do you stop it?”
When I opened my mouth, she asked instead of screaming. I squeezed her thighs and spread her legs apart. The sudden action put her hand in her mouth as she tried to scream.
“Every time you block it, once. Do you know roughly?”
Elena put on a look of contempt. A strand of her hair fell between her furrowed eyebrows, giving her a sensational look. Shaking her head, she said:
“Crazy.”
“Are you really not going to do it?”
I nodded and pointed outside the door.
“What the fuck! If you paid money and plugged it in, you wouldn’t have to treat it! Sick babies… !”
I heard the sound of going up the stairs. I didn’t know how to walk like a human like a baby animal, so I heard the sound of my belt being unfastened even while climbing the stairs.
“Isabel! How did you educate the kids! You should make me say hi when I come!”
It was clear what kind of appearance the madam would be in the room now. Like a child avoiding a thief, he must be shivering with a blanket over him. Elena’s face was also white like a blanket. The hem of her dress dragged on the floor.
I heard a knock on the bedroom door.
“Isabel! Open this door right now!”
The owner’s appearance through the door was unsightly. Her pants were trailing on the floor and she had a belt in her hand. The lower half of his body was stiff and ugly, and his stomach was bulging and protruding like a mung apple. With each punch, the door bent like a bed mattress and back.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
“What will happen? I’m angry, I’m drunk I even heard the belt today.”
Elena looked at me. Her face was white. I kept whispering
“There was a time when I was wrongly caught on a day like that and beaten. Then the master beat me with his belt, then picked up a chair and started beating me. I got bruises all over my body and literally squirmed in blood for two days and barely survived.”
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
“Can the madam hold on? You know you really turn into a beast when you’re drunk, right? I didn’t get angry with the lady because I was beaten. You know that I am a person who will hit anything when angry, right?”
I pulled up her skirt. Her white thighs. The strange colors reflected in the candlelight were stimulating.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
“You really don’t regret it? The mistress you care about might lose her today?”
“Isabel! Let’s see the very end today!”
The owner kicked the door open. I heard the madam’s scream as the door cracked.
“I’m drunk! Honey! Please stop!”
“Open the door! Open the door! This fucking bitch! Even you ignore me!”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
“You fucking bitch! Fucking bitch! Let’s catch the very day today! Uh!”
Elena’s face contorted. She had no choice.
“…Help me.”
Tears flowed from Elena’s cheeks. He held me tight with trembling hands and said.
“Please… I’ll do anything, so help me.”