Volume 3 Chapter 12 The Girl Without Ears 4️⃣
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After breakfast, I chose not to push things anymore.
Even though it had been a long time since we talked like that, I felt the talk we had was enough for now.
If I said too much, it might ruin what little we had built.
I left the bedroom, letting the door stay open just a little on purpose.
When I came back to the living room, Lena was standing there.
Her face looked troubled, like her heart was full of mixed-up feelings.
She had probably heard our whole talk.
Right now, Lena might have felt awkward about herself, shy because I said nice things, and maybe also a little sad because she didn’t get to eat breakfast with us.
I guessed all those feelings were fighting inside her chest.
…Oh, wait.
Was it possible she gave her breakfast—the one meant for her—to someone else?
”Hey, Lena, did you eat yet?” I asked, stepping closer.
”Uh, well… no,” Lena said, just like I thought she would.
”That’s no good, Lena,” I said, crossing my arms. “Even if you’re better now, your body’s still too skinny. You really need to eat well, especially in the morning… Alright. I’ll make breakfast for you.”
”What!? A master making food for a slave? That’s not normal!” Lena cried out in panic.
I lifted one finger and pointed it at her with a serious look.
”This is an order. Go sit in that chair and wait until I’m done. Understood?”
Lena looked unsure as she heard my order. Her brows dropped a little, and her lips pressed together.
”…Understood,” she said softly.
In the end, she listened and quietly sat down at the table.
”Good girl,” I said, nodding once. After making sure she was staying there, I turned and headed into the kitchen.
Of course, this was all part of my plan.
I came up with it during the talk earlier.
To a half-elf like Lena, being a slave probably only meant one thing: pain.
Being forced to work.
Being pushed around.
Being treated like nothing.
She said as much before.
If that was how she lived until now, then it made sense she thought that way.
…But still.
I had to show her.
Show her this place isn’t like that.
That being a slave doesn’t always mean being hurt.
I would use the same title—slave—to show her something different.
This time, I would spoil Lena as much as I could.
If she noticed something from it, good.
If not, I’d still enjoy holding her close.
Anyway, this was the first step.
I would spoil Lena, and I’d do it proudly.
It all began with this breakfast.
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”Alright, it’s done,” I said after some time passed in the kitchen.
I had made something close to the breakfast Lena made before.
Sliced meat and cheese between bread, soup warmed back up from earlier, and fruit, nuts, and milk.
I placed everything onto a tray and brought it to the table.
After pulling out the chair deeply, I sat down and tapped my knee gently.
”Lena. Come here,” I said, looking right at her.
She blinked, unsure what I meant.
”U-Um, Sir Soyuz?”
I patted my knee again.
”Sit here.”
She tilted her head, confused.
”Um… You mean… even that too?”
”Yes,” I said with a nod. “It’s an order.”
”But… a slave sitting on their master like that is—”
”You do it every night in bed, don’t you?” I replied plainly.
”…Yes,” she whispered.
Her face turned bright red, coloring all the way up to her ears.
”W-Well then. Please excuse me…”
Lena slowly and carefully climbed into my lap.
Even now, she was just too cute.
Her body was still so small and light compared to others her age.
I held her close like carrying a princess, wrapping my arm around her back so she wouldn’t fall.
She softly rested her arms around me too.
Then I took one of the bread slices and held it near her mouth.
”Here. Say ‘ah~n,’” I said gently.
”……”
As I expected, Lena looked away, her cheeks burning.
She seemed lost, unsure why I was doing all this.
”Ah~n,” I repeated.
”U-Um, what… what is this?”
”I said I want to spoil Lena. Now open. Come on, ah~n.”
Normally, I would never push her like this, but her eyes slowly turned soft.
”W-Will you… really spoil me?” she whispered, looking back at me.
”Yes. Because you’re my cute Lena,” I said, giving a small smile.
Even I felt awkward saying it out loud.
But I knew these words hit her heart the most.
This girl was terribly weak to being called “cute.”
Every time she heard it, her heart melted instantly.
In fact—
”Aah, ah… ah…” Lena trembled as she hugged me tighter, her arms wrapping around me like she couldn’t hold back.
Yeah. She came softly.
And once again, her face—drenched in longing—never stopped capturing my gaze.
”Well then… I’ll take it,” she said as she bit into the bread I offered.
The way she stuffed her cheeks like a little animal eating was so overwhelmingly cute it almost hurt.
”Is it good?” I asked, watching her swallow.
She relaxed her cheeks and smiled like she was drunk on happiness.
”Yes. It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
What kind of adorable creature is this?
”Here, have some soup too.”
Setting the bread down, Lena picked up the cup and blew softly, “whoo, whoo,” before sipping slowly.
”This is really good too.”
”I made it, you know,” she added with a shy smile.
”Because Sir Soyuz lets me drink it…”
Right now, all I want is to push her down and hold her close.
Fighting the rush in my chest, I kept feeding—no, serving—Lena.
She didn’t look scared of my offering anymore. Instead, she looked like she enjoyed the attention, glancing up at me coyly, as if spoiling herself.
She ate the food I gave her with pure joy on her face, just like when we’re together in those intimate moments. I’m sure I’m making the same expression.
I feel the same thrill and warmth I get when we’re wrapped in each other’s arms, skin touching skin.
I never imagined feeding someone while holding them could feel this intense.
Every time Lena bites the bread, her lips, tongue, and teeth move so sensually. Watching her chew with that cute munching face, even the way her throat moves when she swallows, it stirs something deep inside me.
I think I’m waking up to a new kind of feeling.
But before I realize it, the lovely moment slips away like a blink.
All the breakfast I made is gone, eaten by Lena.
I glanced at my hand and saw some butter had leaked from the bread, sticking to my finger.
”Lena, can you clean this for me?” I asked, bringing my finger to her lips.
Without hesitation, she took it gently into her mouth and sucked carefully.
Wow… this feels amazing…
Just having my finger sucked like this sends shivers down my spine.
”Mmm… so good… Sir Soyuz’s finger… yummy…” she whispered.
Lena looked completely lost in the moment, running her tongue over my finger, sucking like she wanted to pleasure me.
Now she took two fingers, my thumb and index, nibbling and slurping them softly.
Suddenly, a cheeky idea popped into my head, so I pinched her tongue inside her mouth lightly.
”Hyah!?” Lena gasped, eyes wide, making a surprised sound.
Still, she smiled slyly and slipped her tongue between my pinched fingers, licking back.
The ticklish, strange pleasure made me let out a soft moan.
”Mmm… Lena… Lenaaa…”
I pinched her tongue again and pulled it out slowly. She didn’t resist; instead, she stuck it out for me.
Her tongue glistened wet and shiny, looking so cute and tempting.
I eagerly leaned in and touched it with my own tongue.
”Mmm♪”
Lena welcomed me eagerly like she’d been waiting for this.
Our tongues met, intertwining as we shared soft sips of each other’s saliva.
We quickly started kissing with our mouths.
Of course, doing this made my body react.
And that reaction was right under Lena’s body.
”Mmm… Sir Soyuz, your… uh, it looks like it’s having a hard time,” she teased with a lazy smile, moving her hips slowly while my growing excitement pressed between her.
She looked so relaxed and naughty, I couldn’t believe she learned to tease like this—thank you, Lena.
I didn’t resist her provocation at all.
I slipped my hands under her knees and lifted her up properly into a princess carry.
”Can I treat you now, Lena?” I asked while standing.
She gave me a dreamy look and wrapped her arms around my neck.
”Yes. Please enjoy this Lena to your heart’s content, Master,” she whispered, voice soft and teasing.
Even she seemed surprised by how her own words made her shiver and tighten her grip.
Tears glimmered in the corner of her eyes, but they weren’t from sadness.
We both smiled foolishly and went back to the mattress we had just left earlier this morning.
Then, casually glancing at the bedroom door, I caught sight of those sparkling blue eyes peeking through the gap once again.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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