The Elf Who Wants to Be Humiliated

Chapter 8 – The Theorad I Want to Live In (2)

“S-sexual torture…?”

Though I felt a surge of frustration seeing the elf pretending not to know when she clearly did, I couldn’t let myself get drawn in.

I lowered my eyes with a dignified demeanor.

“Yes. As you said, I intend to punish you. Are you afraid now?”

“N-no…”

“Hmph. Then be quiet and listen carefully to what I say.”

I gave her a contemptuous smile before turning my back to the elf and walking to the window behind my desk.

There was no particular meaning to this; I just wanted to relax my facial muscles for a moment because acting was becoming difficult.

“Despite all my admonishments last night, you still haven’t come to your senses.”

But I kept my voice as solemn as possible, faithfully playing the cold-blooded psychopath the elf wanted.

“So I thought of a letter. Having realized that words aren’t working, I’d like to write you a letter.”

The reason I was going on and on right now was to obtain silent permission from the elf. It would be disastrous if I started the sexual torture without warning and the elf showed an attitude like ‘I don’t really like this.’

So I was explaining the sexual torture product to the elf-customer in advance, making selection possible. If the elf showed any displeased expression after hearing everything I said, I could immediately modify the sexual torture route.

Even I thought it was quite a clever approach.

“But I thought a worm who can’t understand words wouldn’t be able to grasp my intentions through a letter written on paper. So I’ll take measures to ensure you won’t easily forget.”

“M-measures, you say…?”

“That means engraving letters on your body. It should be quite a blessing for you to have my handwriting carved into your inferior body. Don’t you think?”

The product explanation was complete. Now it was time to check the customer’s reaction.

I calmed myself with a deep breath before turning to look at the elf.

The result was…

“You’re so cruel, masteeeer…!”

A great success!

Inwardly rejoicing, I pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

“Whether I’m cruel or not is for me to decide, not you. Stop whining, it’s annoying. Clear the items off the desk.”

“Master, please forgive me just this once…”

“Now!”

When I shouted irritably, the elf flinched and walked toward the desk.

“I’m sorry for talking baaack…”

Muttering dejectedly, the elf began removing the books and decorations from the desk one by one.

Meanwhile, I lit the candle prepared on the desk and placed a melting spoon over it. I put a few beads of sealing wax on it and then trimmed the end of the quill pen.

The ink was also sufficient. Having completed all preparations, I cleared my throat and tapped the flat surface of the desk.

“That’s enough. Now get on the desk and lie down.”

“M-master?”

“Sigh. How many times do I have to say it? I command and you obey. So don’t question my words. Don’t have feelings of doubt or confusion.”

“Y-yes…”

There was a slight but pleasant tone underlying her tearful response. When I urged her with a nod, the elf put her buttocks on the desk and then lay down her upper body.

I couldn’t tell whether she was genuinely feeling embarrassed now that she was lying down, or if she was just acting that way, but the elf blushed and covered her chest.

I was equally embarrassed. How could anyone maintain normal emotions with a naked woman lying on their office desk?

But right now, I was a cold-blooded psychopath.

After hypnotizing myself several times, I rose from my seat and picked up the melting spoon. The bead-shaped sealing wax I had placed on the melting spoon had melted well and was now in liquid form.

“Are you embarrassed?”

As I looked down coldly and murmured, the elf avoided my gaze and nodded slightly.

“A little…”

“If you’re embarrassed, I should make it so you won’t be. I’ll dress you, so remove your hands.”

“…Master?”

“I believe I told you not to question me.”

When I spoke in a threatening tone, the elf reluctantly lowered her hands.

The breasts that were revealed were more spectacular than I had imagined.

‘…This is the first time I’ve seen them this close.’

The sight of her moderately sized, luscious breasts gently compressed by gravity felt strangely erotic, regardless of the current situation.

Perhaps it was because they were shaped in a way that prevented them from spreading beyond a certain point.

Yet the firmness of her breasts didn’t seem artificial. I’d heard that magical technology had advanced enough to make breast augmentation possible to some extent, but these were clearly natural…

That’s not what’s important right now. Coming to my senses, I slowly tilted the melting spoon.

“Clench your teeth. It will be a bit hot.”

The sealing wax flowing from the spoon stretched like watery cheese before touching the elf’s pink nipple and flowing down. The startled elf arched her back, causing her breasts to bounce once.

“Hnngh, hot…!”

It must have been quite hot indeed, as the elf bit her lip tightly and her shoulders twitched. Her tightly clenched fists showed her determination to endure the pain.

‘Is she really enjoying this?’

Her reaction was so intense that my doubts resurfaced. But the doubt was brief, and my actions were swift.

I poured sealing wax on the elf’s other breast as well, then placed the melting spoon back over the candle flame.

I naturally placed a few more beads of sealing wax on the spoon and checked the elf’s expression. She had a flushed face and was breathing heavily.

“Haa, haaah…”

Fortunately, unlike dripping candle wax, the sealing wax that was melted all at once and poured seemed to be more to the elf’s liking.

On the other hand, I didn’t enjoy this activity at all. It also seemed to give off a strange smell of burning flesh.

But I couldn’t show it. I snorted once and picked up the quill pen.

“This attire suits you, who isn’t even worth clothes. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, y-yes… Even this is too good for a filthy sow like me…”

Her dreamy, hazy tone gave me confidence. This is working!

Now that I had momentum, I could slowly unfold what I had prepared. If I did that, this elf would be satisfied and leave the office on her own.

‘Perfect!’

Praising my own wit, I dipped the quill pen in ink and lifted it.

Now I just needed to write an appropriate sentence on the elf’s stomach, pour sealing wax again, and stamp it with the family seal to complete the branding.

Yes, I just needed to write an appropriate sentence…

‘But what exactly should I write?’

The writing on her stomach was essentially the highlight of this sexual torture. The final stage of this branding was for the elf to return to her room and check what phrase had been engraved on her stomach through a mirror.

Even I had to admit the concept wasn’t bad. But an ordinary phrase would never satisfy this elf with her perverse nature.

‘I need something more vulgar, something that would make one cringe.’

The problem was that I had no way of coming up with such a thing. It was unreasonable to expect creativity from my boring life where I had only ever looked at Esili, let alone experienced the pleasures of women.

But I wasn’t completely without a plan. Wasn’t there a repository of debauchery where one could acquire the knowledge of the experienced without having experienced it oneself?

‘The Lewd Hobgoblin Maid.’

I had once read that book which made me deeply curious about what kind of person the author was.

I read it out of childish curiosity and nearly gagged, so there must have been some usable passages in there.

With my hand on the elf’s stomach, I carefully sifted through my memories.

— Have you ever seen elephant testicles? No? Good. Because what you’re about to see are elephant testicles. Now! Open your eyes wide and behold your master’s balls!

Why was there such a line? This isn’t it. I shook my head.

— Romance has disappeared from the world. In this age where love can be bought with money, true love is nothing but an illusion. But hobgoblin! Remember this. For the moment you have relations with me, I will love you more than anyone else in the world!

How did I even read this? Anyway, this isn’t it either.

— It’s time to kiss the sleeping princess’s cervix with the prince’s glans. Thus I shall awaken your sexual desire. It might hurt a little, but bear with it.

This is absolutely ridiculous, damn it!

‘Father, why on earth did you buy this trash in a limited edition hardcover?’

I was furious but couldn’t show it. The elf seemed to be looking at me, having composed herself.

I decided to try piecing together those three lines to create a sentence of condemnation. As I concentrated on rearranging words in my head, I applied pressure to the quill pen and drew a stroke.

“Hagh.”

The elf’s body twitched from ticklishness, causing my first stroke to go astray.

I sighed quietly and naturally glared at the elf.

“Hold your breath. How can I write if the paper moves?”

“S-sorry…”

Tsk. I clicked my tongue and lowered my gaze to begin writing on the elf’s stomach.

By appropriately piecing together usable words from the three lines, I was creating a plausible sentence of condemnation. Once completed, I would stamp it with the family seal and send her back.

But for a while now, my nose had been feeling sensitive. Was it because of the smoke from when I poured hot sealing wax on the elf’s body? Or was it dust floating in the air because I hadn’t ventilated the office?

I wasn’t sure, but the sour sensation lingering at the tip of my nose was extremely uncomfortable. I felt like I might cough involuntarily, but I tried to hold it in.

It would be better to finish the sentence before coughing—

“Achoo!”

A cough burst out against my will. My shoulders jerked from the recoil and my hand pressed down firmly.

‘Damn it.’

I was momentarily flustered but soon regained my composure. Even though I had deviated from the formal posture of condemnation, surely the elf would be generous enough to overlook a single cough.

Yes. I just needed to complete the sentence and send the elf back.

I wiped my mouth with my other hand and looked down, only to be more surprised than I expected.

‘Uh, uh…?’

Perhaps due to the recoil from the cough, the tip of the quill pen had pierced the elf’s skin.

It hadn’t gone in deep. Just a little. At this level, there shouldn’t be any bleeding.

I swallowed hard and slowly lifted the quill pen.

Drip—

Like a lie, blood began to trickle down in droplets. Although it was just a single stream, this was not at all what I had expected.

‘I’m screwed.’

Cold sweat poured like water. Would the elf appreciate having her body damaged? If it were something else, perhaps, but this had drawn blood. And it wasn’t intentional but an accident.

Still, you never know. Maybe the elf might like this too. Suppressing my fear, I turned my head toward the elf, and sure enough, she was looking back at me.

“…”

The problem was that the elf’s sharp gaze was not at all favorable toward me.