NOVEL NEXT A talk with that woman
R-18 chapter
As we arrived to the room, head maid was there waiting for us.
“She is inside, milady.”
“What are you doing here, head maid?”
“The master has instructed me to assist you tonight.”
“And does he have orders for you to share my adventure?”
Her silence speaks for itself.
“I see. Then, stay here and do not do anything unless I say so.”
My maid looks at me. A long way to go.
“Sylvia, stay here. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave until I say so.”
“Understood, mistress.”
I enter the room. That woman sits on the bed waiting. As I close the door, she looks at me with a gentle expression. What? Why does she look so happy? How maddening.
“You’re here! Uh, what did you want to do?”
She smiles at me. How disgusting. I walk towards her and I use all my strength to slap her face.
“Do not show your smile at me, woman!”
Ah, I hate her so much. So much that I wish to tear both of my souls.
“You are just a DOLL clothed by father! You are nothing more than a decoration! A design!”
I roar at her as I slap her again.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
“Argh!”
I kept slapping her until some skin on my palm peeled off. My hand bled as I breathed in. I hate my weakness. Even with all of that, its me who gets hurt. Its me who bleeds while she stands there unaffected, undamaged, unhurt. Argh!
“I’m sorry”
She apologized!? Does she think an apology is enough!? Because of this woman that I am here. Because this woman chose to be a doll that I must live my life as a puppeteer! It is all because of this woman that I must obey father! I raise my hand to hit her again.
“Argh.”
My hand stings. I must calm down. I can vent my anger on her later but I must do what I plan to do first.
“Strip.”
“What?”
“Did you not hear me, woman? I told you to strip!”
In bewilderment, she removes all her clothing. Something she is used to doing. I walk towards the door and speak with the head maid.
“Tie her up. I want all her limbs spread open.”
“Understood, milady.”
The head maid bowed as she went inside. Hmph, so there was already something inside.
“Are you okay, mistress?”
Sylvia looked at my hand as it bled. Ah, how disappointing.
“Lick it clean.”
My maid licks my bloodied hand as I wait for the head maid to finish.
“She is ready, milady.”
I nod to head maid as I enter the room. Ah, she is so beautiful yet I hate her so.
“Now, you will answer all of my questions.”
She has a confused expression as I sit down beside her. I use my pointed nail to scratch her face. It does not do anything to her as my body cannot physically harm anyone with mana. My maid was an important character so I must be careful with her. But this woman, this creature is not important. And she will not resist to anything I do to her as she cannot harm me in anyway.
“What does my father do to you?”
A bewildered expression as she answers my question.
“He orders me around and tells me what to do.”
“Does that include sex?”
I must clarify.
“Yes. That is mostly my use for him.”
“Does he make you sleep with other people?”
She shakes her body.
“Th-the master does not allow me to sleep with other people.”
Her façade has faded. Hmph, he likes being called master. The apple really does not fall far from the tree. I move the finger from her face to her neck as I carefully scratch.
“What about me? What has your master told you to do with me?”
“Nothing, master told me to cooperate.”
My father is either gauging what I will do. Then, how about we push just a bit. I move my finger to her chest.
“Huh!?”
I circle around the protrusion.
“If I told you to keep our conversation a secret, can you do that?”
I can feel her body quiver.
“I can. I can!”
30 percent at best. But that does mean I have a chance. I move my nail towards her belly button and fiddle around it.
“Does my father ever pleasure you?”
“Master does not care about my pleasure. If he is satisfied, I should be satisfied.
Really, father? That is what she deserves. Lucky for her I hate her so much. The greatest torture is indifference. Whether its love or hate, a reaction is a reaction.
“So, are you ever satisfied?”
“Sometimes.”
I can see drops flowing between her legs as I keep on stimulating around her belly button. Ah, this doll is being controlled by physical violence alone.
“Do you know why I hate you?”
“Because I failed as your mother.”
Anger. I clench my fist so hard that blood once again appeared on it. I catch the drips with my mouth as I lick my wound.
“No, its because you are a doll.”
I violently stab the nub in between her legs with my nail.
“Ah!”
She thrashes about as I keep stimulating her.
“I hate you because you are a doll. I hate that you are nothing more than a doll. Nothing more than furniture, nothing more then a waste of space!”
My finger does not stop.
“I am sorry! I am sorry! I am sorry!”
I could feel her whole-body quiver as I stop.
“Please, do not stop. Please let me release.”
I place my head beside her ear as I whisper.
“Show me that you are not just a doll and maybe I will ask for your name.”
One last stimulus as she burst. Her whole-body convulsing as her limbs is bound. Her eyes roll back as her tongue appears from her mouth as she loses consciousness. I take the pitcher of water within the room as I dump it all on her body as I leave the room.
“Head maid, clean her up.”
“Understood, milady.
“Oh, and I do trust that you remember what happened? All my mother and I did was talk although it did get heated.
“Understood, milady.”
“Good. Follow me, my maid.”
My maid and I leave the scene. Now, will that woman earn the privilege of being something more than what she is or will she just stay as a useless, annoying doll? Ah, how exciting.
