Chapter 7 – Elena (5)

“By the way, why didn’t you kill me?”

“What?”

“You were a person who always beat me up, said only bad things, and had no good feelings. I could have just killed him.”

Elena asked me a question lying face down on the bed. It was at this point that the sweat on her back had cooled, and the redness that covered her face had also faded. Even though it was late, she had taken a refreshing bath and asked a question with a calm expression that made it hard to believe that she had been lying under me a while ago.

“Are you curious about that?”

Only the scarlet traces left on the mattress spoke of our affair today. As I stared at the wet marks on her bed, Elena carefully pulled up her blanket to cover her own legs and wet marks. It was cute how her face blushed strangely.

“No, it’s not that I’m curious, I thought it would be better…”

It was cute to blur the end with a shy expression, but the intention of the question was outrageous.

“Hey, I’m already rolling my head. Who am I killing for liking?”

“Huh?”

Elena looked at me again, startled. I asked Elena, sitting in her chair writing on her makeup as she put on her makeup.

“If I kill you, then what? What are you going to defend that I didn’t kill? If the nobleman who always comes to drink is not seen for several days, the nobles will come to see his face, wondering if this nobleman is dead or alive. The servants I cut here are all the children of local leaders. Even those nobles, I made fools now. Can you handle it when I come to check?”

“Ah…”

“Did you think it would be okay to just put it on me? If I free them, will they leave you and the madam? The owner who gave them money is dead anyway, so why not try to get something else? Uh?”

Elena shut her mouth and buried her face in her pillow. I said stroking her hair.

“Elena. I’m taking on the role of a villain for you and the madam. Huh?”

Elena didn’t react much when I stroked her hair. However, she did not show any more temper. It was also a pleasure for me to see her calmly accepting my touch. Because it meant that she and I had a little bit of a connection with her.

Physical contact is always the best way to open up. I lay down beside her with a proud heart. Elena looked at me with a slightly dissatisfied expression, but she didn’t hold back much.

*****

When I woke up in the morning, I sucked the energy of the three servants. When the energy that had filled them up a little was drained again, these servants made the sound of air being blown out of the balloons and their limbs trembled.

The reason for keeping these guys alive instead of killing them right away was to practice this energy absorption control. If you suck too much, you will die instantly, so strength control was more important than I thought.

“Sah, save me… !”

“I think I will die… !”

Did they say that other people’s pain is my happiness? Watching the aristocrats complaining of pain with skinny faces was sweet enough to not envy listening to a classical performance. In particular, when the memory of the days when he was harassing me overlapped with that crying face, I was excited without knowing it.

“Fuck, then you should have been nice to me when I asked for help. Why are you whining so much? Look at this bastard next to you uh? You don’t say anything.”

As I said that, I slapped the cheek of the guy lying at the end. The guy, who had closed his eyes without saying a word, bent his head as soon as I slapped him on the cheek and collapsed under the bed.

“What?”

“Ugh… !”

“Uh… !”

The 3-members became the 2-members.

“Sah, save me… !”

“Please don’t kill me… ! I was wrong… !”

The two looked at me with very pitiful faces and were weeping. Are you mourning the death of a friend? Are you trembling with anxiety that your next turn might be you? I was slapped on the cheek to see if I could endure it, but I was a little embarrassed to die like this.

“…Can we spend the day together? We are friends.”

“Ahh… !”

“Ah… !”

The two howled as their limp bodies flopped like octopuses.

I closed the door and greeted the owner who had just come out of the bathroom. The owner sighed with a tired face and nodded his head.

They say that if you’re too tired, you’re tired of being angry. The fatigued master was a very polite Parakho who neither made unnecessary quibbles with others nor lashed out at his wife. He licked his lips and shouted.

“I’m going!”

After the owner had moved away, it was his turn to begin the manor’s routine. He chops firewood, fetches water, and works the yard. Originally, it was something the servants did alone while playing, but now with the power of the devil, the speed has increased to the point that it can be easily cleaned up before lunch.

After we finished our work before lunch, we spent the afternoon eating the lunch Elena had brought. Since Elena usually ate with the madam, she was not my dining companion.

After spending such a leisurely time until the evening, the owner showed up drunk as usual today. His smirking face, along with the strong smell of alcohol, seemed to have forgotten his fatigue. He slammed the door open and shouted with a happy face.

“Isabel! My dear husband has arrived! I can’t even see it! Uh!”

Then, pretending not to be able to win, the madam came down the stairs anxiously with quick steps. I could feel it looking for me in its hasty steps and glances. I hid in the servants’ room and waited for it to attack the mistress.

This piglet looked at the madam’s face with a sly expression, and began to take off her trouser belt as if she were going to eat it right here. The madam took a step backwards in surprise, with a contemplative face. Isabelle. Silky black hair and black eyes that looked like they had been plucked from crystals. And a round, pretty forehead.

Every time I looked at the madam, I felt like I could see why that pig never laid her hand on Elena and only gave her gasp to her.

“Isabel! Come on! Let’s do it here today!”

“Sir, I don’t like it. Don’t do this… !”

Isabelle shook her head and desperately backed away from her. The pig grimaced at her like a pig and sniffed at her like a beast.

“This year… ! I want to treat you well… ! Yes, let’s die today!”

Then the owner picked up the belt that had been untied on the floor and tried to hit Madame Isabel. The timing for me to step out was at this time. It grabs the owner by the scruff of the neck and sucks her spirit. The owner closed her eyes and fell asleep, not knowing what was going on.

Elena cautiously followed and came down. I wink at Elena, and she nods her head and grabs her master’s feet and starts dragging her. While Elena whimpered and put the master on the servants’ bed, I kissed the mistress.

“Town… !”

Sudden kiss.

But this time, the mistress, who blinked for a moment and thought, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I haven’t been actively weaving my tongue, but I could feel it trying to stretch it out with my mouth and coordinate its movements, albeit awkwardly. She squeezed her breast lightly as she sucked her tongue all the way.

Isabel’s face went red, and she hesitantly grabbed my hand.

It seemed like he was about to reject it, but it didn’t come with any force.

I pushed her away and started rubbing her breasts. I knew how forced sex was between the madam and the pig. Sometimes I see red handprints on her chest, and sometimes there are bruises on her face.

So I decided to be gentle with her.

“Town… Chew up… Suck… !”

Using only her fingertips, she gently smoothed the curves of her breasts, as if touching a glass plate. From the outside, like a hunting dog chasing its prey, she pushed the thin dress tightly. I could feel her nipples standing stiffly through the only layer of fabric.

“Oh… !”

When I lightly touch her nipples, she pulls her legs together and trembles lightly. I could see Isabel’s pupils slightly open as she lightly pinched her nipples or twirled them around. She laughed and stroked the back of her hair once more and parted her lips.

Isabelle stuck her tongue out with her solid white line, her gasping for breath. A solid line fell between her moist lips and clung to her chin, glittering and then disappearing. Her blushing face was lewd enough to press down right now, but it was not yet time.

“Ha… Ha… !”

After a moan, the door opened. Isabelle turned her face away and cleared her throat. Her ears, still soaked in her pleasure, were dyed red, which made me excited. Elena lowered her voice.

“It moved.”

“Great job.”

To be more certain, I wanted to make them my own.

And I wanted to fuck and eat both of these women in front of the suckling pigs who were so drained of energy that they were stuck like corpses.

That was my number one goal right now. Rather than kill that piglet, take away all of your life.

“Well then, let’s go… What to do?”

Isabelle fanned her face and took her steps often. Elena looked at me with a nonchalant expression, and I squeezed her hips tightly.

“Ugh… !”

She was startled as Elena’s expression collapsed and she lifted her heels slightly. She then blushed and made her face. I said with a smile.

“I have to settle for today.”