Heroine Netori-Chapter 110: 18+
With the buff from the "Power of Goddess Aria," which added ‘10’ to all of Elise’s stats, the cobalt horde stood no chance against her. As she recklessly swung the giant two-handed axe, the cobalts in front of her were mercilessly slaughtered.
“Kyaaa! I hate this!”
It was a result of my command through the Necklace of Subjugation, as she felt repulsion at taking lives. Despite her horrific screams as blood and flesh flew around her, Elise’s whirlwind of attacks didn’t cease.
But looking at it now, isn't this sweet?
Just standing and issuing commands earns me experience points. This isn’t even an idle game, but all I do is give battle orders and then use healing and purification on the battle-worn slave afterward.
Using the Necklace of Subjugation on Elise was definitely the right choice.
“Well done. How does it feel to have killed the monsters?”
“It’s the worst... Ugh, what?!”
“Didn’t I say? When I praise you, I reward you with a kiss.”
“Eek! Stop it, ugh, so annoying... Ha, slurp, gulp.”
I joyfully embraced Elise’s waist and gave her the promised reward. She, too, joyfully mingled her tongue with mine and drew saliva from me. Though I’m not sure, she accepted me without resistance, so she must be happy. Anyway, that’s how it is.
“It may be the worst, but you’ll need to get used to it. To survive, you’ll have to keep killing monsters.”
“I know that...”
“Oh? Is that so? Are you smart enough to want a compliment?”
“No, it’s not that! Wait! Ugh, ha... slurp, you pervert... gulp.”
See? She wants it first. She must be happy.
****
After a couple of battles, Elise declared she was ready to take on the battles herself. I cheered her on from behind as she proved her words by spinning around. Elise... a terrifying child, she became a human blender, massacring the cobalts.
After a few cobalts were allowed to attack her, she realized that if she didn’t want to die, she had to kill. Filled with determination, she became a warrior herself, sweeping through the battlefield. It was a splendid development that made me proud to watch.
“How about that? It was good, right? So stop giving me orders now. Getting dizzy from spinning isn’t fun.”
“Huh? You’re asking if it was good because you want a compliment?”
“What?! No, that’s not what I meant, ugh, ha... slurp!”
I rewarded my slave again with joy, and she gratefully showed her loyalty to me. It was a fine relationship between master and slave.
“Hey, you said to raise the stats? What should I increase?”
“Just a moment.”
But as the reward session ended, Elise asked me about her stats. Confused, I opened the status window and saw a notification saying, ‘You can increase your stats.’
The level wasn’t shown on the status window, so I wondered how to increase stats. It turned out that once a certain amount of experience was accumulated, you get a chance to raise your stats. But you had to check the status window yourself to know this.
Such an unfriendly world.
“Keep carrying the axe, so alternate between increasing your health and strength.”
“Is that so? Okay.”
I told Elise that and then invested in my magic. Although many skills were replaced by divine power, magic was a stat I couldn’t neglect. ‘Observation’ also used magic, and there was no guarantee that no more such skills would be added.
“Yaaaah!”
Squeal!
Squeak!
Elise didn’t stop hunting until the sun set. She slaughtered every cobalt she encountered, accumulating experience points. Now, even before I said anything, Elise was the first to pick up her axe and start spinning.
Killing monsters to raise stats, getting stronger and then killing more monsters, and then raising stats again,
She quickly became addicted to the fun of this RPG game cycle. Initially, she screamed in horror, but now she was having fun. It made sense; feeling stronger in real-time was bound to be enjoyable.
Plus, with me around, she was certain she wouldn’t die, right? I’d heal her, and if necessary, I’d step in to help. I was her reliable insurance, and that allowed her to fully immerse herself in hunting.
“Uh, I... I changed my job?”
“...Oh?”
And as a result, Elise changed her job to a new one.
[Congratulations. Your slave has changed from 'Slave' to 'Berserker Slave'.]
[Slave’s Health increased by ‘3’.]
[Slave’s Strength increased by ‘3’.]
[New skills have been added to your slave.]
[Blood Rage Lv. 1 – The more injuries you receive, the more your strength increases.]
[For the Master (Passive) – When praised by the master, temporarily increases strength stat.]
As Elise changed her job, a notification also appeared for me. Since she was my slave, the information came to me as well. It made sense—there shouldn’t be secrets between a slave and her master.
With additional stats boosting health and strength and a berserker-like skill in Blood Rage, plus a buff that activates with my praise, Elise’s job change was truly satisfying. Isn’t raising her rewarding? I felt fulfilled.
Meanwhile, my job remained unchanged. Perhaps because it was such a unique job, it stayed as 'Master'. Although it was a bit disappointing, I hadn’t expected much since 'Master' was such an overpowered job.
“A berserker... a crazy warrior, huh? It’s a bit lacking.”
“Is 'Slave' okay?”
“That, that’s the worst!”
Despite her displeasure with the name of her job, Elise grumbled but then smiled brightly, feeling the increased strength from my praise. She seemed a bit too focused on performance, which was somewhat regrettable.
Looks [N O V E L I G H T] are the top priority, after all...
****
As the sun set, I took a tent out of my inventory and set it up. Then I pulled out a lunch box, shared a meal with Elise, and put the empty container back into the inventory. I did this to avoid any trouble that might arise from the lingering smell.
She watched me, fascinated as I took items in and out of thin air. When our eyes met, she quickly turned her head away, took a deep breath, and then spoke to me in a trembling voice.
"There’s something I’m curious about. What are you planning to do with me? I thought, naturally, you would... you know. But you only kissed me, made me hunt all day, and even fed me... I don’t understand why."
It seemed my not crossing certain lines had piqued her curiosity. She cautiously spoke up, thinking that it was natural to assume she would be raped from the moment she became a slave.
But who said I wouldn't do it? Why else would I have performed a virginity check? I’m just waiting for the right timing, but it seems Elise is misunderstanding and making assumptions on her own. Has she already developed Stockholm syndrome? She is acting under the assumption that I am not a bad person.
It looks like I unintentionally gave her false hope. I should probably clear this up soon.
"Are you disappointed I didn’t do it?"
"What? No! Absolutely not!"
"I’m a benevolent master, after all. I’ll do as you wish."
"No, I hate it! Stop! I don’t want it!"
In front of her, I took off my pants and underwear, then grabbed her head and forcibly pulled her toward my penis. She screamed bizarrely, trying to get away, but when I ordered her to stay still, she froze in that position.
"Elise, you seem to have the wrong idea. I did make you a slave intending to sleep with you. Of course, I planned to rape you. You’re incredibly sexy. Plus, you’re a celebrity who doesn’t know a stranger? It’s been a dream of mine to sleep with someone like you."
In that state, I corrected her misunderstanding and forced my penis into her mouth. Her mouth's slick mucous membrane made it feel good.
"Think of it as licking an ice cream. If you do well, I might not sleep with you today."
When I commanded her again, Elise awkwardly began to lick my penis slowly. Unsatisfied with the pleasure, I forcefully pressed her head down, pushing my penis deeper into her throat. I then pulled out my smartphone from the inventory and started recording her first fellatio.
"Ugh, you trash... sob, slurp, ha... ugh."
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"Your language is getting worse again. Do you want to be eaten?"
In the video, she cried tears of betrayal. Yet, she couldn’t disobey my orders. A tough woman was crying while sucking my penis; I continued filming, satisfied with my slave's arousal, and managed to capture the scene of ejaculation inside her mouth.
