Taming The Villainesses

[19] (EP-115.2) Gentle Prisoner #1

115 – Gentle Prisoner #1

I was getting angrier by the second.

So I smacked Elga’s ass in succession. But after being hit two times, Elga suddenly let out a characteristic slender scream, “Hyak-!” as if she was really in pain.

Elga’s buttocks only had light handprints, meanwhile my hand that was hitting her got very swollen, but that was beside the point.

Now slightly less, but still feeling angry, I slid my hand between her butt. Then I felt something damp between her plump flesh.

“Why is it so wet here?”

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about! Don’t lie to me!”

As I’d thought before, Elga seemed to have strong masochistic tendencies. So I moved my hand and inserted a finger between her tight gates.

Squelch-.

I could vividly feel my finger piercing through her narrow and damp vagina.

“Eueuk…! Wha, what are you doing…!”

“Is that how you talk to your Master?”

Squelch, squelch-.

As Elga’s wet walls sucked in my fingers, ǀewd and indecent sounds filled the air.

I teased her walls by massaging them lightly inside, but Elga was squirming so much that punishing her any further proved to be quite difficult.

Squelch. Squelch, squelch-.

“Heung, eung, eut, stop, stop, are you treating me like some kind of toy…, keuk…”

Elga writhed and wriggled.

“This is humiliating. Ahh, I’ll remember this. Just you wait…!”

Thanks to her struggling, my finger eventually slipped out from her firm hole. As I looked down at my soaked palm, I asked.

“Then shall we stop here?”

“What…?”

Seureuk.

I got up. Then Elga blankly blinked her blue eyes as if she didn’t understand my sudden change of heart.

“If you really don’t like it, I’ll stop here. Let’s not do this anymore. You also don’t have to wear that leash anymore.”

“…….”

“Really, we can stop if you want to.”

It was half bluff and half sincere.

Honestly, while it was very satisfying to torment Elga, I also felt sorry for her because it seemed like I was breaking her.

“Having Elga-nim cry because of me, I’ve seriously thought about it. A relationship that only hurts Elga-nim is just not right.”

I thought of my relationship with Mirna. Although our first time together was a bit awkward and shaky, our second time had a sense of connection and comfort.

“Elga-nim, why don’t you forget everything that happened so far and we start anew?”

I also wanted to have that kind of relationship with Elga. Something that was not just physical, but also something that connected us mentally. Bounding us closer together.

However, Elga frowned.

“Are you trying to shake my heart and do something again? I’m not going to get swayed by that tongue of yours anymore.”

“…….”

No matter what I said, Elga was dismissive. She wouldn’t believe me. Of course, I had brought it upon myself. I had said all sorts of things to her, and now it was all coming back to haunt me.

In the end, I had no choice but to pull out the ‘master’ card again. I ordered.

“Well, then, take off all your clothes and stand here.”

“And why should I listen to you?”

“If you don’t listen, your slave period will be extended by one day for each disobedience.”

“… I hate this. You p£rvert! I knew this would happen!”

Elga slowly began to undress, while denouncing me. I believed I now had a feel on how to deal with Elga.

You needed to give Elga a reason she couldn’t refuse, so that it would seem like she was acting ‘reluctantly’.

It was like the “I don’t want to do this, but I have to because if I don’t, you’ll punish me-!” kind of feeling.

「You have calmly judged the situation!

You have gained experience points through the talent 《Calm Thinking》.

All job experience +5」

‘I see.’ Now that I knew this principle, although it was a bit bothersome, it also seemed cute at the same time.

Seureuk, seureuk.

Before I knew it, Elga was standing before me completely naked, not wearing a single thread. Her body was flushed red, but I couldn’t tell if it was from shame or excitement.

Seuk. Malang-.

I roughly grabbed her breasts, which made me feel a sense of vile pleasure. Just like a slave owner evaluating their slave.

“Why are your breasts so big?”

“I, I don’t know, you p£rvert!”

“If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll punish you. I’ll make you lick my feet. You wouldn’t want to receive such a humiliating punishment, would you?”

“Keueu….”

For Elga, licking the feet of a fallen noble slave would be a great humiliation. I knew from experience, after having licked a lot of women’s feet. In fact, Elga looked like she was deeply ashamed.

Eventually, Elga quietly said with a resigned expression.

“My mother had big breasts.”

Elga’s mother was Lady Lioness, the wife of the Marquis. I suddenly felt guilty for bringing up Elga’s late mother.

I thought she would just say, “I ate well and grew up well,” or something like that.

I felt sorry out of nowhere.

Of course, apologizing now would just ruin the mood and it felt like I was throwing away the authority I had painstakingly tried to regain. Turning my head slightly, I added.

“Breasts are good. Now, give me your hand.”

I instructed Elga to bring her hands together in front of her. Then, I tied them up with a handkerchief I took out of my pocket.

Naturally, Elga protested.

“I’m not a barbarian nor a captive. Why are you tying my hands?”

“If this gets untied, you will receive a very big punishment.”

“A big punishment…?”

“If you’re curious about what that punishment is, you can try untying it.”

Elga trembled. Taking advantage of her being flushed with various humiliations and shame, I laid her down on the bed with her hands awkwardly tied together.

I said to her.

“No matter what I do, you must never unravel the knot on your wrists.”

“What are you…, what are you going to do…?”

There was a hint of fear in Elga’s blue eyes. But I decided not to reveal what I was planning.

After all, imagination was the greatest torture.

• Edited by: faker