Chapter 17
“I’m seriously going crazy.”
I don't know how someone supposedly in line to become the next saintess can pick out nothing but things that make my cock angry.
If I didn't keep a firm hold on my sanity, I felt like I'd cross the line in an instant.
[Sex Status]
Name : Yuris Petunia
Title : Holy Power Storage Tank■, Candidate for Next Saintess, Fake Tactical Nuke.
Fetishes : Exhibitionism LV 4, Submission LV 3, Shame LV 2, Sex Slave LV 2, Body Writing LV1, Blackmail LV1...
Intercourse count : 0 ▶ Click to learn more!
Vaginal intercourse : 0
Anal intercourse : 0
Oral intercourse : 0
Masturbation count : 1
Maximum climaxes in one day : 13
Last fap material used : ‘ㅇㅇ(89.74): Shut up and fuck my pussy, you bitch’
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For a moment, when I genuinely thought I'd become Miss Yuris's Master, her Sex Status updated.
I tried a few experiments after that, but it didn't seem to update if I was the only one who thought of myself as her Master.
In other words, there was a high probability that Miss Yuris genuinely considered herself my bitch as well.
‘A sexual relationship doesn't necessarily mean sex, you know♪’
Just as Goddess Ellis had said.
Even without actually having sex, the relationship between ‘Master’ and ‘bitch’ was 100% sexual.
A loyal bitch who was so lewd she came thirteen times in a row during her first masturbation session, and wouldn't even masturbate without my orders.
Twitch─
‘Let's calm down.’
I forcibly pushed down my cock, which was trying to get hard again even after I had wrung it out eight times, and scrolled past the Sex Status.
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How to Conquer Yuris: The proud Goddess Church's candidate for next saintess! As a female demon with succubus blood, she has an impeccable face and figure! However, after suppressing her demon nature too much for the past dozen-plus years, she accessed a female-only gallery and ended up developing twisted fetishes! She's extremely inexperienced when it comes to sex, so even a little attention from Mr. Ian will make her fall for him in no time!
tip : Although she's a naturally lewd woman, as a candidate for next saintess, she distinguishes reality from the gallery quite thoroughly! If you give her too sudden an order, she might run away, so gradually addict her to pleasure and establish a perfect master-slave relationship!
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I thought I understood why the goddess had said I needed this ability.
If not for the tip, I might have asked Yuris to meet me today.
And then?
Miss Yuris would run away at an order that crossed the line, and I'd lose my precious bitch.
‘That could never happen.’
In my heart, I had already decided that Miss Yuris was my woman.
That was also why I hadn't allowed her to masturbate today.
If I made her masturbate now, she might get horny for the moment, but Miss Yuris would end up satisfied.
That wouldn't do.
I would lure her with pleasure and toy with her, making hungry Miss Yuris cross the line little by little.
‘I have plenty of time... Slowly... but surely.’
Absolutely not out of personal desire!!!
For the sake of a peaceful, happy world!!!
I had to turn Miss Yuris into a perfect bitch.
***
The opening day of the Holy Academy.
Elfride, who had arrived at the academy before anyone else, looked up at the main gate.
“So this is... the Holy Academy!”
Her heart pounded at the thought that this was where she would reclaim the youth she'd lost over 230 years.
[Elfride... It's fine to get excited, but you haven't forgotten our contract, have you.]
At the voice echoing in her head, Elfride clenched her fist.
“I haven't forgotten, Ifrit.”
Then she answered with an expression that had gone cold.
“The extinction of all elves. That was our contract, wasn't it.”
[Elfride...]
“...Yeah.”
[What nonsense are you spouting now? When did we ever make a contract like that?]
Ifrit, the King of Fire Spirits, said in a voice full of exasperation.
“It's basically the same thing. If we're going to make those elf bastards give up inches and pounds, we have to go this far.”
[Not at all! Eliminating inches and pounds is merely secondary! The most important thing is to bring a Red Revolution to the elves!]
“Isn't that what exterminating them means?”
[Don't be ridiculous! Revolution and extinction are entirely different things! I'm an elf-lover! ]
Ifrit, the only one among the Four Spirit Kings who remained an elf-lover, sighed deeply.
How had the elves fallen this far?
When elves first appeared in the world,
they were as overflowing with kindness and love as they were with beauty.
The four Spirit Kings had been so moved that they swore eternal friendship and even gifted the elves the World Tree so they would be born with an affinity for spirits.
But what about now?
Modern elves have fallen into excessive elf supremacism!!
They looked down not only on other races, but even on spirits they called their eternal friends!!
Fine, even if I give them the benefit of the doubt a hundred times, let's say it's acceptable for them to treat lesser spirits without self-awareness like tools.
But the elves treated even intermediate spirits, with the self-awareness of wild animals, and higher spirits, with intelligence comparable to humans, as little more than tools.
In the end, unable to tolerate this any longer, the King of Water Spirits and King of Wind Spirits joined the elf-abuse camp, while the King of Earth Spirits became an observer.
And so, as the sole remaining elf-lover, Ifrit thought,
‘How can I make the elves come to their senses?’
After much deliberation, he concluded that the World Tree had to be destroyed.
The elves' corruption had clearly begun after they were gifted the World Tree.
However, the spirits, who were the ‘
B
’ under the contract, could not burn the World Tree themselves.
Only the elves, who were the ‘
A
’ under the contract, or another race unrelated to the contract, could burn down the World Tree.
For Ifrit, this was a calamity.
The World Tree was practically a religion to the elves.
If another race burned it, a great war would surely break out, but could he really pray for the elves to burn it themselves?
That was absurd.
Would elves ever do something that weakened their own power unless they'd gone insane?
“I should just fucking burn down the World Tree already. Those old bastards.”
...That was what he had thought.
Beautiful looks, and a not-so-beautiful way of speaking.
“Fuck, why the hell are we forbidden from putting our hands in our pockets? Are they insane? Fuck, and how long are we going to keep using inches when every other race uses the metric system!”
Yet her thinking was egalitarian and open-minded.
“Argh! The Spirit Kings are a problem too! Hey! I know you can hear me!!! When are you going to make a contract with me! A super-genius beauty is asking you to make a contract with her!! Fire, water, earth, I don't care, just one of you come out here!!”
Elfride was different from the other elves.
If it was her, he felt she could bring a Red Revolution to elf society.
[...Do you desire power?]
That was why he had gone to the trouble of making a contract with her, but...
“I know. I know. I was joking. After waiting several hundred years, can’t you endure a mere few years? Academy life is only four years anyway. Let’s play for exactly four years, then do it. As soon as I find a husband here, I’ll go have a World Tree campfire with you.”
[Those words... I'll take your word for it. Four years.]
Just four years, as Elfride had said.
For a Spirit King with no limit to his lifespan, four years was hardly a wait, unlike for a human.
[Four years from now, we will burn the World Tree and spread the Red Revolution among the elves.]
“Ah! I get it! But when the Red Revolution you keep talking about is achieved, shouldn’t all elves be equal? What happens to me, who has a contract with a Spirit King? Anyone can see I won’t exactly be equal.”
[All elves are equal. ...Some elves are simply more equal than others.]
Elfride snickered at Ifrit's words.
“Well, I was sick to death of the elves’ shitty customs anyway.”
Even Elfride had no intention of genuinely exterminating the elves.
The elders acted as though they would die if the World Tree disappeared, but even if it vanished, all that would happen was that the elves would lose the innate affinity for spirits granted by their contracts with the Spirit Kings.
They wouldn't lose their still-high mana sensitivity compared to other races, their physical abilities, beautiful looks, or even their long lifespans.
‘The old guard always grows stagnant and rots. It was about time for some reform.’
Burning the World Tree might be radical, but she thought it would give the elves, who clung to the past, a chance to advance.
Of course, that didn't mean the elves' opposition would be anything less than tremendous.
‘So what the hell are they going to do about it?’
If they're so offended, they can come find her.
She was contracted to the King of Fire Spirits, after all.
“...Ah, people are starting to arrive.”
[Elfride... what are you doing?]
With a slice of bread in one hand, Elfride looked around like a black panther searching for prey.
“That one's a blackie, that one's too short, and that one... ugh, look at his face. I thought he was a monster.”
[That's a bit harsh. He is somewhat ugly, but I don't think he's that bad.]
“The harsh thing is his face. That one's out too, that one's out... Ah, what the hell!! They said there were lots of handsome guys at the Holy Academy!! How can there not be a single properly handsome guy?”
[There seem to be plenty of people who look decent enough... Aren't your standards too high?]
“My standards are high? What do you mean? No, at the very least, they should be more handsome than the elders.”
[....]
Ifrit would surely have shaken his head if he had manifested.
Every elder Elfride had chosen as her benchmark was a high elf.
In other words, even though they were old and steeped in authoritarianism, their looks were nothing to scoff at.
“Ah, this is really pissing me off. There isn’t a single person who catches my eye.... Ah, I found one. My husband.”
At those words, the corners of Elfride's mouth curled up into a smirk.
At last, she had found the man with whom she could start a youthful rom-com.
There was no need to look at anyone else.
His overwhelming height and proportions stood out at a glance, even from far away.
His thick, dark blond hair, sharp jawline, high nose, and pitch-black eyes boasted a level of beauty rare even among elves.
“...What should I name our grandson?”
[Elfride... you've gone too far. He's certainly handsome, but isn't he too young? He's at least 200 years youn..]
“Shut up. This is an important moment.”
Cutting Ifrit off, Elfride rolled her wrists, crouched into a sprinting start, and put the bread in her mouth.
[What on earth are you trying to...]
─Boom!
Then Elfride kicked off the ground at full speed and dashed toward Ian, her twin tails streaming behind her.
Crash!
“Oww~☆ Waaah...! I’m sorry I bumped into you. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t see where I was goingoo... Are you all right?”
“Mm.. no. I'm fine. You’re the one who might be hurt....”
Ian had been speaking kindly despite the sudden accident, but the moment he recognized Elfride's face, his expression filled with contempt, disgust, and a hint of fear.
‘...Huh? Why?’
Elfride, who didn't miss the change in Ian's expression, couldn't understand.
‘I’m fucking gorgeous, though?’
That wasn't self-praise; it was an objective fact.
Although her personality had serious flaws that made her looks practically meaningless...
Judged on looks alone, Elfride possessed a striking beauty even among high elves.
Even Ifrit, who constantly made sarcastic remarks, fell silent when it came to Elfride's appearance.
“Tehee! You’re a senior, judging by your tie~☆ Since it’s fate that we met like this, would you like to have a cup of tea with me later? I’ll buy it to make up for bumping into you!”
“No, I’m fine. Just be careful next time. Bye.”
She had thrown out one lure to see if she had misjudged him, but she was dumbfounded when he clearly drew a line and walked away as if he didn't even want to talk any further.
[That boy... is lucky.]
“...What was that? What did I do wrong? How could he ignore me? I really don't understand.”
[No, perhaps he's simply perceptive? Either way, it's a relief. I don't want to see an innocent boy get devoured by an old crone...]
“Ah! I said shut up already!!”
Elfride shouted as she tugged on her twin tails with both hands.
A story of youth and the academy.
[Chapter 1 - Boy Meets Girl]
Her perfect romantic-comedy plan, right down to choosing their grandson's name, had gone wrong from the very beginning!!
This couldn't be happening!!
[Elfride, before I return to the spirit realm, let me tell you one thing.]
“Sigh... What is it.”
[I watched just in case, but biting down on a piece of bread and bumping into someone is such an outdated cliché. And tehee? What era is that way of speaking from? It seems there’s too much of a generational gap. I wonder if that boy knew it too and ran away.]
“Just get lost!!”
Elfride, trembling because Ifrit had left after one last taunt, let out a deep sigh.
“Phew... All right, fine. So you dared ignore me, the super-genius high-elf beauty and spirit mage that I am...”
Recalling the name written on his name tag, Elfride licked her lips, her eyes gleaming like a predator's, and vowed,
“Ian, I’ll get you into bed if it’s the last thing I do.”