Volume 13 Chapter 6 Chelsea’s fate ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It had been several days since I left Chelsea in Lydia’s care.
”Please, leave this to us,” Lena had insisted, and Lydia had been even more insistent. So I kept my distance. While they went out every day, I stayed behind—flirting with Ms. Mor, teasing her while she did housework, tugging her into my room to kneel between my legs in the middle of the day. Life was comfortable, lazy.
Then, a few days later—
”Soyuu, I want Chelsea to see you,” Vera said, sweet as ever.
”Really? Last time I was told it was better if I stayed away,” I said.
”It’s fine,” she answered.
”Chelsea said yesterday she wants to talk with Master properly,” Georgia added, tail swishing.
”It seems she’s finally recognized Sir Soyuz’s greatness,” Lena chimed in, business as usual.
”All right. I’ll go.”
I hugged my beloved slaves one by one, let their warmth recharge me, and went to see Lydia.
* * *
Chelsea greeted me the moment I entered.
”You finally showed up, Mr. Loliharem.”
I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I could guess it wasn’t flattering. Still, I looked down at her properly. Her eyes were clearer than when she’d first been brought here—no longer the dull, dead fish stare. Lydia and the others’ persistence had worked.
”Hello, it’s me. How are you?” I asked.
”I need to talk seriously.”
”I’m always serious.”
She studied me for a while, then exhaled. “VerVer, the half-elf girl…”
”Yes? What about her?”
”…Her ears were cut and she was turned into a goblin’s breeding stock. Is that true?”
”It’s true,” I said, voice firm. The unspoken accusation hung between us: your people did that. She seemed to hear it clearly. Her gaze dropped, face tightening, but she forced herself to look back up.
”Geo-Geo was being controlled by a slaver, wasn’t she?”
”Yeah. The slaver who abducted her and her mother was killed instantly by a water spirit—came out of a ring he wore the moment he tried to confess.”
”I see…”
She shook her head, sighing heavily. Vera and Georgia—two girls who now cared most for her—had both been scarred by the very organization Chelsea belonged to. The truth cut her deeper than I’d expected. If Lydia had planned that confrontation from the start, her calculation was terrifying.
”I know it’s pointless to say this, but… I wanted to save girls like them,” Chelsea whispered.
”Wanted to save them?”
”Yes. You know we carried out all kinds of ‘experiments.’ Humans, demi-humans—even children.”
”Like what you did to Vera?”
”…Yes.”
Her voice dropped as if confessing sins.
”So you smuggled kids out. And when you were caught, this happened to you?”
”Something like that.”
I nodded. Predictable, but it fit.
”And so you lost hope, begged us to kill you.”
”I know death’s just running away. But if being turned into nothing more than a toy was all I had left, dying seemed better. Isn’t that understandable?”
”Maybe so,” I said.
Her expression twisted, caught between laugh and tears. “Tell me… can you really restore my body?”
”Yes. Do you want it back?”
”…If it means I can live to atone, then yes.”
”Good. Did someone already explain how?”
”They did. Honestly, it sounded unbelievable, but if it works, I’ll do it. My body’s already been used countless times. I won’t complain about one more.”
”Then I won’t hold back.”
”Fine.”
”But if you regret it later, don’t expect sympathy.”
”I won’t. So please…”
Her eyes met mine, unwavering. “Bring me back.”
* * *
”Well then… nice to work with you?” I said.
”Why the question mark?” she shot back.
I laughed. “I don’t know.”
On the pedestal where she was bound, I stood naked before her. Its surface was strange—soft, springy, yet resistant to moisture. Some otherworldly material. Pulling the blanket from her revealed the same flawless body I’d first seen.
”Let me ask… can you even get hard for my body?” she said flatly.
”Hm? Why?”
”Because you’re a lolicon, aren’t you? Only aroused by flat, childlike bodies.”
”I don’t even want to know what that word means,” I said, grimacing. “But no—I don’t only want little girls.”
”Oh? Really?”
”Yes, really.”
”Strange. All your slaves are tiny and cute. I thought it was a fetish.”
”No! Let me make it clear: I didn’t go out of my way to collect small girls. Lydia’s the mistress of this mansion and she’s my lover. Ms. Mor—Georgia’s mother—is also one of my beloved slaves.”
”Wow. So you’re not a lolicon, just indiscriminate. And on top of that, you’re juggling lovers and mother-daughter duos? That’s… something.”
”Is this mouth the one spouting such rudeness?” I asked, feigning offense. Despite her words, I felt a sting—enough to press my already half-erect cock against her nose. She responded with a mischievous laugh.
”Sorry, sorry,” she giggled, planting a light kiss on the tip. Her playful nature was disarming. If I didn’t act quickly, she’d throw me off my game. No time for romance or finesse now.
”Alright, let’s begin. Chelsea, accept my command,” I said, my voice steady.
”Wait,” she interrupted.
”What? Changed your mind?”
”No. I just… I want this to feel real. Not like I’m just being used. Like… lovers, or something normal.”
”Normal?”
”Yeah. Not a tool, not a slave. Just… two people, you know?”
She was offering trust, asking for connection. If she wanted humanity, I’d give it—no magic, no pretense. Just a man and a woman.
”Then let me rephrase. Chelsea, may I hold you?”
”Yes. And… if you don’t mind, kiss me?” she added, cheeks flushed, eyes hopeful.
Her request was endearing. Why not indulge? We were here to enjoy each other, after all.
”Of course,” I murmured, lying beside her. I cradled her head in my arm, pulling her close. She smiled, and our lips met—gentle, like a greeting. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, playful and teasing. I responded, our tongues dancing, retreating, chasing—like children at play.
”Well, well. Already rock-hard, I see,” she remarked, her voice husky.
”Told you I’d be ready,” I grumbled, my hand drifting down her stomach, through the soft grass, into warmth. She was already wet, slick and inviting.
”And you’re already dripping,” I teased, my fingers parting her folds.
”Hmm, seems so. It’s been a while since I’ve asked for this. I’m… excited,” she admitted, breath catching as I slipped inside her. Her walls clenched, greedy, around my fingers. I stroked her core, finding the rough patch that made her gasp.
”There. Like that?”
”Yes! Right there!”
I circled her clit, teasing, while my fingers plunged deeper. She squirmed, bound and helpless, as I savored her reactions. Then, I latched onto her breast, nipping at her nipple.
”Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!”
Chelsea’s body shook as she climaxed, her cries filling the air. And I was only just beginning.
Notes:
• Lydia – Sara’s master, a gentle and commanding figure possessing both male and female traits.
• 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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