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 rcilessly 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 experience points. This isn’t even an idle ga, 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 . Though I’m not sure, she accepted 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 complint?”
“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 beca 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 beca a warrior herself, sweeping through the battlefield. It was a splendid developnt that made proud to watch.
“How about that? It was good, right? So stop giving orders now. Getting dizzy from spinning isn’t fun.”
“Huh? You’re asking if it was good because you want a complint?”
“What?! No, that’s not what I ant, ugh, ha... slurp!”
I rewarded my slave again with joy, and she gratefully showed her loyalty to . It was a fine relationship between master and slave.
“Hey, you said to raise the stats? What should I increase?”
“Just a mont.”
But as the reward session ended, Elise asked 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 beca addicted to the fun of this RPG ga cycle. Initially, she scread in horror, but now she was having fun. It made sense; feeling stronger in real-ti was bound to be enjoyable.
Plus, with 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 imrse 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 . Since she was my slave, the information ca to 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.
anwhile, 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 na of her job, Elise grumbled but then smiled brightly, feeling the increased strength from my praise. She seed a bit too focused on performance, which was sowhat 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 al with Elise, and put the empty container back into the inventory. I did this to avoid any trouble that might arise from the lingering sll.
She watched , fascinated as I took items in and out of thin air. When our eyes t, she quickly turned her head away, took a deep breath, and then spoke to in a trembling voice.
"There’s sothing I’m curious about. What are you planning to do with ? I thought, naturally, you would... you know. But you only kissed , made hunt all day, and even fed ... I don’t understand why."
It seed my not crossing certain lines had piqued her curiosity. She cautiously spoke up, thinking that it was natural to assu she would be raped from the mont she beca a slave.
But who said I wouldn't do it? Why else would I have perford 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 syndro? 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 scread 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 soone like you."
In that state, I corrected her misunderstanding and forced my penis into her mouth. Her mouth's slick mucous mbrane 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."
"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.
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