The Elf Who Wants to Be Humiliated

Chapter 9 – The Theorad I Want to Live In (3)

I don’t particularly like the idiomatic expression that time seems to stop. I’ve never experienced such a feeling and I think it’s impossible. Similarly, I used to think that the common phrase about wishing time would stop forever was nothing more than poets’ exaggeration.

“……”

But now I understand. More than understanding, I was feeling in my bones why such expressions came to be.

I, exchanging glances with the elf, was thinking more than anyone else in the world that I wished time would stop right now.

Because if I couldn’t hold onto the flowing time, I felt like I would die…

‘What should I do.’

My thinking was paralyzed. Though I was trying hard to act expressionless, inside I was gripped by primal fear like a criminal awaiting a death sentence.

To avoid execution, I needed to prove my innocence to the elf who was acting as judge. But when my mistake was so obvious at this point…?

‘Wait. Mistake?’

I have no intention of denying that I made a mistake. But does the elf know that fact? No. She was simply annoyed because the direction of my sexual harassment writing wasn’t what she wanted.

If that’s the case, there’s no need to make things worse. I needed to transform this ‘mistake’ into ‘something I intended from the beginning,’ turning guilt into innocence.

“How annoying.”

The first words of my defense are an expression of emotion. If I acted confidently, the elf would have no choice but to lose her momentum.

Indeed, the elf softened her sharp expression at my words, showing confusion. This meant I was halfway to success.

“I clearly told you to hold your breath, so why are you still breathing? Do you find my writing activity contemptible?”

Next comes the assertion of justification. I eliminate the assumption that I accidentally jabbed her with the quill because of a sneeze, and create a new assumption that I deliberately jabbed her with the quill because I was annoyed that she breathed during my writing process.

The former is false and the latter is true. I needed to drive in the final nail to make the elf believe this misconception.

I irritably pulled at the brooch on my neck while furrowing my brow.

“Answer me. You piece of trash.”

With my final argument complete, only the judge’s verdict remained.

I watched the elf while holding my breath as much as possible, and the elf blankly opened her mouth before lowering her gaze and sobbing softly. Her pointed ears drooped slightly along with her gaze.

“I’m sorryyy… But if I hold my breath, it’s so painful…”

The verdict was not guilty!

The joy of survival made my heart race. I suppressed my desire to cheer inwardly while snorting derisively.

“How amusing that a mere tool of lowly status cares about its own pain. Laughable. Didn’t the butler educate you about the clear distinction between noble and common in human society? Or is it that, despite receiving education, your inferior mind cannot comprehend how absolute a master’s orders are?”

“Hic… I’m sorry, master, for being such an inferior slave…”

“Indeed, a reaction befitting a worm. It is commendable that you understand your position, but I cannot tolerate the atrocity of making repeated mistakes despite understanding your place. So do not upset my mood. That is, if you don’t wish to be disposed of.”

When I glared coldly, the elf bit her lip firmly and nodded her head. Seeing her trembling eyes that looked like she might burst into tears at any moment, I felt a pang of conscience.

I wanted to hug her tightly and tell her it was just a joke. Of course, if I actually did that, my bones would be crushed. After all, this was merely an act by the elf who was toying with me.

“Then I will continue writing, so hold your breath. If you inhale or exhale because holding your breath is painful, I will administer an even more severe punishment, so keep that in mind.”

The elf nodded silently, took a deep breath, and tensed her stomach. She was holding her breath.

From now on, it was a race against time. I needed to finish writing the sentence while the elf was holding her breath.

If the elf started breathing in the middle, it would be a disaster. Especially since I hadn’t actually thought of what ‘even more severe punishment’ might entail.

“Let’s begin.”

I picked up the quill and quickly wrote on the elf’s stomach. I shortened the sentence I had originally thought of, added a period (gently, in case of any unforeseen circumstances), and lifted the quill.

[Open your eyes wide and engrave this in your mind. As long as I live, there will be no romance in your future. Your unfortunate fate is to awaken to sexual desire as my faithful sex toy and live like a brothel prostitute. Do not deny this. Even the God of Light will not be able to illuminate the darkness that has fallen over your life.]

Though I had scribbled hastily, I had completed a fairly plausible sentence of condemnation. I secretly sighed and then put the quill down on the desk.

“You may breathe now.”

With my permission, the elf who had been holding her breath inhaled. Haak, hek. Seeing her sticking out her tongue like a dog, desperately craving oxygen, made me frown.

Should I call it vulgar? Although it was something I ordered, it certainly wasn’t pleasant to look at. I cleared my throat once to signal the elf, then lifted the melting spoon.

Perhaps because it had been placed over the candle for a long time, the sealing wax had completely melted and was emitting hot steam.

“I’ve finished writing the letter, so I’ll seal it with the family crest.”

The elf’s eyes widened.

“Ah, no, don’t… that’s, that’s too hot and will burn my body…”

“What do you want me to do? It’s your body, not mine.”

“Master…”

The elf grabbed my wrist and looked up pleadingly, but I had no intention of stopping. After all, that was practically a signal asking for more.

“Let go.”

I shook off the elf’s hand and tilted the melting spoon. Toward the lower abdomen, as it would be troublesome if the writing on the belly was covered by the sealing wax.

The sealing wax, now thicker than before, touched the elf’s lower abdomen and flowed down. As the heat spread evenly, faint smoke escaped.

“Hagyaaat─!”

Unable to bear the heat, the elf let out a scream-like moan and scratched at the desk with fingernails. Seeing the painful expression made me feel uneasy as well.

Meanwhile, the sealing wax flowing along the contours of the lower abdomen reached the groin.

Before the sealing wax cooled and hardened completely, I took the stamp engraved with the family crest and pressed it firmly onto the elf’s lower abdomen.

“Hngk!”

The elf, who had been trembling, soon exhaled peacefully. Probably because the sealing wax had completely cooled, relieving the pain.

I still don’t understand. Why would anyone like this sort of thing? Still harboring unresolved questions, I removed the stamp that had been pressing on the elf’s belly.

Then, inside the circular imprint, the image of a red-crested cardinal—the symbol of the Deharm family—appeared with its head held stiffly. It was my first time trying this on someone’s skin, and the shape came out better than expected.

Anyway, it’s over now.

“It’s done.”

I gave the elf’s buttocks a light slap, signaling the end of today’s sexual torture.

“That should be enough punishment. I have no more business with you, so crawl back to your shabby room and read the letter I personally wrote for you.”

“Yes…”

The elf seemed satisfied and got up from the desk without protest, walking toward the door.

Meanwhile, I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped my hands with an extremely solemn expression. As if touching the dirty slave had been unpleasant.

I was doing my best until the end, in case the elf might look back.

Only after the elf’s plump buttocks had passed through the doorway and the footsteps could no longer be heard did I collapse into the chair like an exhausted person.

“I’m dying…”

Playing a psychopath gets old after a day or two. Having to perform sexual torture while wearing clothes that didn’t suit me caused immense mental fatigue.

Moreover, one wrong move and that crazy elf would have my head. And is my life the only concern? If anyone discovered such shameful acts, the status of my family and my reputation would plummet through the earth’s crust.

There’s so much to worry about. I can only sigh repeatedly.

“This isn’t the elf slave I had in mind…”

When I first bought an elf slave, the picture I had imagined was much gentler.

Like if I suggested eating together at the table, the elf would ask if that was really okay with a moved expression.

Or if I provided nice clothes and a room, the elf would thank me with teary eyes, saying the master was too kind.

Or one day, silently approaching me to place a handmade flower wreath on my head with a bright smile…

I wanted a naive yet adorable slave who would be deeply touched by my small considerations, who would give me a beautiful smile, whose mere presence would make me happy…

But what on earth is this elf?

On the first day in the mansion, the elf unhesitatingly broke an expensive vase and insisted on being punished, and now constantly demands sexual torture, eating away at my sanity in real-time.

‘Why did it have to be me……’

Of all the nobles, why did I have to be the one to buy that elf? Regret washed over me, but there was no point in dwelling on past mistakes now.

‘This is not the time.’

Coming to my senses, I raised my hand and tapped the ring on my index finger.

The surveillance object activated, showing the elf’s room. The elf entered with leisurely steps, closed the door, and stroked his chin once.

— This is troublesome. Hmm.

What’s troublesome? As I watched quietly, the elf shrugged once and walked to the mirror in the room.

His chest and lower abdomen covered in sealing wax were clearly visible. The elf moved closer to the mirror and began reading the inscription written on his stomach.

— Pfft.

Then he covered his mouth and laughed softly. Not the false smile he had shown me, but a genuine smile from the heart.

The elf, already beautiful in appearance, was smiling in the moonlight from the window, and I couldn’t help but think how pretty he looked.

— Well. It wasn’t bad, I suppose.

Snap! As the elf flicked his finger, that familiar wind whirled around, cleaning his body thoroughly. Even the burned skin healed in the same way.

Having seen enough, I turned off the surveillance object and leaned back against the chair.

‘It wasn’t bad, he says.’

I couldn’t decide whether I should be pleased or not.

Did he mean that while he disliked seeing blood, the torture itself was acceptable?

Or…….

“…”

Wait a minute. Why am I getting worked up over the elf’s evaluation? What that demon thinks is none of my business.

Right. I need to stay calm. I am clearly that slave’s master. Expelling a slave from the mansion is not the elf’s choice but my right.

Having finished my thoughts, I opened the desk drawer and took out a map of the domain.

‘There must have been a relevant shop near my mansion…’

If I cannot defeat the elf with my own power, I must devise another method.

A method explosive enough that even an elf who has reached the level of an archmage cannot ignore.

‘Ah. Here it is.’

A satisfied smile spread across my face as I finally found the location of the shop.