Volume 3 Chapter 11 The Girl Without Ears 3️⃣
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Next Morning
When I woke up, Lena was already there, doing what had somehow become her usual way of greeting me.
”Good morning, Master Soyuz,” she said softly, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes, her lips still wet.
She smiled, then gently ran her tongue over the tip again, her eyes full of calm delight. That alone made me throb harder, and she looked at me dreamily, her cheeks relaxing with warmth. Slowly, she took me into her mouth once more, letting her tongue dance over me with gentle care.
Shivering from the pleasure of such devoted affection, I glanced toward the bedroom door—
And there they were. Those same blue eyes staring from the other side.
Just like last night, when she’d stood there, watching what we did…
”It’s a lie…,”
she had whispered, again and again.
What did she mean by that?
I’ll have to talk to Lena about it later.
But for now, I wanted to enjoy the gentle devotion of the girl who belonged only to me.
With both hands, I stroked Lena’s hair as she moved with slow, steady rhythm, and her eyes curved with joy, her motions growing more focused. Bit by bit, she shifted from teasing to serious—no, desperate—her lips tightening with purpose.
It was like she’d gone from petting to pulling, from loving to drawing out. From careful service to pure release.
That was when I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore.
”Ahh… Lena…! I’m close! It’s coming, alright? Lena…!”
The waves hit fast.
My breath caught. My vision blurred. My whole body tensed as the pleasure burst through me.
By the time I opened my eyes again, the door was already closed.
* * *
”She reminds me of how I used to be,” Lena murmured while making breakfast, her eyes calm but distant.
”How you used to be?” I asked.
”Yes. The me before Master Soyuz saved me,” she said quietly. “Back then… I didn’t understand what it meant to be loved by another person. I only knew pain. I was so stupid. Even when you saved me, I couldn’t believe it. I said so many awful things… It makes me want to disappear. May I have your permission to die?”
”Absolutely not!” I shouted, grabbing the nearest fruit knife to stop her hands. “You’re not dying over that. Just keep talking.”
”…Forgive me,” she whispered. “If the old me saw me now, she would probably feel the same way that girl does.”
”The same as her? That ‘lie’ thing?”
She nodded slowly. “Back then, I never wanted to serve anyone. Everything was forced on me. It was only pain. I think that girl’s gone through the same. She’s been used as a slave… had her ears cut off… turned into a breeding tool by monsters. To her, sex isn’t love. It’s torment.”
”I see… That explains it.”
Of course she’d be filled with disgust. Being used like that, broken over and over… It’s no wonder.
”She looked so shocked… seeing me enjoy it like that,” Lena whispered, pausing for a moment.
”Sir Soyuz. I know I’m just a slave, but please allow me to speak freely.”
”Say whatever you want,” I said. “I’m the one who asked.”
”Then… I want you to teach that girl what it means to be loved,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “She doesn’t know. She’s starving for it, even if she can’t see that yet.”
As if speaking about her own wounds, Lena’s eyes welled up.
”I didn’t know either. But you showed me. Being loved by someone—truly loved—heals something inside. I know if that girl feels your love, even a little, she’ll change. She’ll open her heart.”
Somehow, hearing her say all that made me feel… overpraised.
”Hm… But if she hates being touched, how can I possibly approach her?”
”You don’t have to touch her right away,” Lena said, looking up. “Do you remember? When I met you, you were so gentle. Thinking back, that made me happier than anything else.”
The first time we met…
Yeah. It was when I killed the bandits who held her.
I didn’t think I was especially kind. But maybe to the Lena back then, that little bit of kindness was everything.
”So, please,” she said. “Be kind to her. That’s all I ask.”
Then, Lena stood, stepped closer, and dropped to her knees with a deep bow.
Honestly… she didn’t need to go that far. I’d already decided.
”Raise your head, Lena,” I said, pulling her close without hesitation.
”Ah—! Master Soyuz?” she gasped, surprised as I turned her halfway and settled her onto my lap.
I took her chin firmly in my hand.
”I don’t want that slave stuff from you. I’d be so much happier if you just looked at me and said, ‘Please kiss me.’ That alone would make me do anything.”
At my words, Lena’s face went red—so red it reached her ears.
Still…
”Then… let me try again,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, Master Soyuz… mm…”
She wrapped both arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, with all her heart.
She was so sweet, so sincere, I forgot breakfast entirely.
And we stayed like that, lost in the moment, for a long while.
* * *
Since long ago, the easiest way to calm animals was giving them food.
People are animals too and thinking back, Lena’s beginning was the same: food.
Nano, even for her, a half-elf, it should still work.
So, I stood outside the bedroom holding a tray with two meals.
I knocked.
No answer, as expected. I didn’t think she’d reply anyway. The knock was only a small signal to say I’m coming in, no problem.
When I opened the door, she was crouched against the far wall, staring straight at me.
At least she didn’t throw anything like yesterday, so maybe she’d calmed down a little.
”Hey, I brought some food. Want to eat together?” I said in a soft voice, trying to sound light.
The wooden window was still shut, so the room stayed dark. I didn’t turn on any magic lamp—it would only bother her more. I let the light from the hallway leak in through the open door, just enough to see.
I sat on the floor, placing the tray between us in the shadows.
The meal Lena made for me was simple: smoked meat and cheese between thick black bread. Some soup. A few fruits. A cup of goat milk.
It was meant to be just Lena and me sharing this, but…
”Please eat with that child. She’ll surely be happy,” she had asked, almost begging.
”Look, this bread looks good, doesn’t it? Lena worked hard to make it,” I said, waving it gently toward the girl stuck to the wall.
Then I took a bite.
Crunch. The crust was firm, but the butter had melted into the bread. The smoked meat was salty, the cheese smooth—it all matched well.
Nothing fancy, but Lena had made it for me. That alone made it special.
”This soup’s nice too. So light I could drink it all day,” I said, lifting the cup and sipping slowly.
It was just a clear broth, chicken bones boiled down with salt and a little spice.
But this, too, was something Lena had made for me, even though she’d only started learning to cook.
It felt like a treasure.
While I ate, I noticed her eyes.
From the dim corner, those pale blue eyes kept watching my hands.
I even heard a quiet *gulp* as she swallowed.
”Come on, try some,” I said gently, gathering her portion on a tray and holding it out.
She inched forward, cautious like a stray cat, steps quiet and small.
”Here,” I said with a smile, keeping my voice soft.
She reached out, took the tray, then backed away just as carefully.
She really did act like a wild cat that didn’t know people yet.
But the food pulled her in.
She grabbed the bread with both hands and took a bite. Her eyes widened.
The tight look on her face eased just a bit.
”See? It’s good, right? Now, try the soup too,” I said.
She stopped chewing, blinked like she just remembered it, then set the bread down and picked up the cup with both hands.
She blew on it, then drank slowly.
”The soup’s tasty too, isn’t it? Both are Lena’s work. Ah—Lena is that southern girl. She’s my slave. But she’s amazing.
Even though she only started cooking a few days ago, she made something this good. She might be a genius.
I think I’m falling for her even more,” I said, still carried by the mood.
From behind the door, I heard a muffled “Uhh!”—probably Lena.
I chose to ignore it.
The half-elf girl kept glancing at me with a guarded look, but she didn’t stop eating.
That was enough for now.
I’d made the first step.
Eating together—it really helps people grow close.
Even if I was sitting on the hard floor, in this dim room, and she stayed far away…
It still meant something.
She was starting to trust me. Or at least, to take interest.
The next step was getting closer.
But that would take time.
As I kept eating, still thinking, she suddenly spoke.
”Aren’t you going to bully me?” she asked, voice calm but sharp.
”Huh?” I said, surprised, lifting my head.
”Are you going to bully me?” she repeated, her gaze fixed on me.
Her blue eyes, clear like crystals, held no emotion.
That made them even scarier.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
”…I don’t bully anyone. I’d never hurt a slave,” I replied quietly.
”That’s a lie,” she said right away, voice still even.
”Everyone bullies slaves. It’s awful.”
She didn’t shout.
She didn’t cry.
She just said it, calm like reading from a book.
”Slaves get hurt. They’re made to suffer. They’re used. That—thing called ‘happiness’ is a lie,” she said.
She wasn’t loud.
But somehow, her sadness and anger hit harder than if she’d screamed.
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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