The Elf Who Wants to Be Humiliated

Chapter 2 – Night Walk of Madness (2)

If someone were to discuss the prosperity of my family, I would tell them to look up at my father’s statue erected in the center of the courtyard.

My father was the previous head of the esteemed Viscount Deharm family, an unparalleled talent in the county and an exceptional leader.

On the other hand, if one were to discuss the downfall of our family, there’s no need to look far. The beginning of our ruin was right beneath my feet…

“Huek… hup…”

The elf is licking the sole of my shoe. And not just licking it, but doing so with complete dedication and passion.

She chokes and coughs as she swallows the dirt stuck to my shoe sole with her tongue, only to extend it again to diligently clean my shoe.

The dirt covering my shoes gradually disappears, replaced by the elf’s saliva soaking the surface.

As someone who has never engaged in or desired such perverse acts in my entire life, I couldn’t stop my facial muscles from twitching in undesired ways.

In other words, I was the one feeling shame.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

Surely… the elves I read about in fairy tales as a child were kind and thoughtful beings.

They would hospitably treat lost adventurers, or not hesitate to help wounded soldiers who fled to the forest. That’s what elves were supposed to be.

But what is this? What is this deranged woman beneath my feet, greedily licking my shoes?

I simply cannot understand. And not understanding made it even more frightening…

“Hue.”

The elf who had licked my shoes until they shined pulled her head back. The saliva dripping from the elf’s mouth stretched like a thread before breaking off.

After catching her breath, the elf opened her lips, glistening with saliva.

“Woof woof.”

Could it be that she’s actually imitating a dog because I told her not to speak human language when wearing the dog collar?

For some reason, the way she looks up at me with a flushed face gives me chills. Unable to find appropriate words, I remained frozen for a moment before slowly withdrawing my foot.

Perhaps because I had been stepping on her for quite some time, a clear footprint was imprinted on the elf’s chest.

“Well. I believe you’ve now fully realized how much of a bottom-feeder you are. I’ll end today’s punishment here…”

The elf’s expression instantly turned cold. I hurriedly changed my words.

“…is what you thought I’d say! You insolent wench!”

I shouted angrily and stepped on the elf’s face. Not that I actually stepped on it hard. I just lightly placed my foot there.

“Hieek, kiii…!”

But the elf didn’t seem to care about that subtle difference in force. She appeared to be experiencing some kind of pleasure from having her face stepped on by my foot.

“Stooop… please stop, masterrr…!”

The elf raised her hands to grab my ankle. For a moment my heart sank thinking she might try to break it, but fortunately, the disaster I feared didn’t happen.

“It hurts too muuuch…!”

Rather, it was the opposite. The elf was pulling my ankle, encouraging me to step on her face more firmly.

‘What the actual fuck.’

My whole body cringed, but I could play along.

“You’re speaking human language again! You insolent dog—!”

“Kyaang!”

I made the elf’s head press into the grass and applied pressure with my foot.

‘Why are you doing this to me, seriously.’

I felt like crying from the injustice. This isn’t who I am…

But I couldn’t stop the act now. After stepping on the elf’s cheek hard enough to leave a shoe print, I composed my breathing and lifted my foot.

“Phew. If you speak like a human one more time, know that you’ll suffer even worse consequences.”

Oh no. I surprised myself with my own words and involuntarily gasped. What if this elf deliberately acts contrary after I threatened her with worse consequences? That would be a complete blunder.

As I looked down at her with cold sweat forming, the elf closed her tear-moistened eyes and gently moved her lips.

“Mmmm…”

Ah. What a relief. She seemed sufficiently satisfied for now.

Now let’s head back. I’ve made the situation favorable for myself, so this elf shouldn’t express any more complaints.

“If you understand, turn around and get up now.”

“Keee…”

However, though I pulled on the leash, the elf didn’t stand up.

She fidgeted with an uncomfortable expression, then lowered her hand to caress her private parts. To make matters worse, she was crossing her legs as if in desperate need.

Could she possibly want to mate? That would be problematic for me. I didn’t want to die from failing to satisfy her after misusing my manhood.

Besides, no matter how strong one’s sexual desire might be, it can’t overcome fear.

Even the Emperor, whom I had the chance to meet when I was young, wasn’t as frightening as this woman. How could I possibly have sex with someone more terrifying than His Majesty?

Unless I lost my mind, it would be impossible in my current state.

Still, I needed to confirm what was happening. I calmed my trembling lips and spoke as casually as possible.

“Are you suggesting we mate? Me? With a slave like you? Ha! You still haven’t come to your senses. I’ll take you when I want to, not when you want it!”

I deliberately spoke with bravado. I thought she would yield her will accordingly, but the elf started gently rubbing her lower abdomen and even began to shed tears.

“Keeeing, heeng…”

What’s this? Looking at her now, she doesn’t seem to want intercourse. Could she have some other purpose? After hesitating briefly, I arrogantly tilted my chin.

“I’ll specially allow you to speak like a human tonight. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Yesss…! I… I feel like my bladder is about to burst…!”

“Urine?”

If it’s about urinating, she could just go ahead and do it. There are plenty of bathrooms in the mansion. There are more than five bathrooms for the servants alone, and even two made for slaves to use.

They’re all cleaned once a week, so they don’t smell or anything. Why would she need to beg me…?

‘Ah.’

There is a reason. This is that thing.

‘Urination play.’

I once read a book called ‘Lewd Hobgoblin Maid’ in my father’s study.

A similar play appeared in that limited edition hardcover. At first, I thought it was just an absurd novel, but thinking about it now, it seems it was based on real experiences.

Because the elf in front of me was wanting exactly that.

‘Wait. Does that mean the author of ‘Lewd Hobgoblin Maid’ actually had sex with a hobgoblin?’

And why did my father buy that book? …Let’s drop it. Just imagining it makes me nauseous. I needed to focus on my current situation.

“If you need to urinate, you can do it right here.”

“M-master. Please have mercy… Please allow this worthless bitch to use the bathroom…”

Judging by her reaction, I was right. Regaining my confidence, I sneered again.

“Why would a bitch need a bathroom? Have you ever seen a street dog using a bathroom?”

“That’s too cruel…!”

“What’s cruel is your inferior mind that still doesn’t recognize your position. Before I get more angry, get up and urinate around here.”

The elf reluctantly turned and placed her hands on the ground. I thought she would just urinate on any patch of grass, but for some reason, she seemed to be waiting for my command.

And strangely… she kept glancing toward my father’s statue.

‘Did I see that wrong?’

Looking more carefully just to be sure, I hadn’t seen wrong. This elf was clearly glancing at my father’s statue. Don’t tell me she wants to urinate there?

No, rather than wanting to urinate on the statue, she probably wants to confirm that I’m human garbage.

A family head who lets a slave urinate on his father’s statue. Wouldn’t I be the perfect target for someone to condemn to the depths of hell?

But. But……

‘That’s not happening, you fucking bitch!’

I won’t do it! I can’t do it even if I die! How could I let a mere slave’s urine stain the statue of my father whom I respect and love? Even if a knife were at my throat……

“Master… where should I relieve myself…?”

…a knife was at my throat.

Seeing her ask the question, her intention seems clear.

“Urinate……”

I loosened the brooch at my neck with trembling hands. My mouth went dry, and sweat beaded on my forehead despite the cool weather.

At this moment, I found myself faced with an unintended choice.

Should I let her urinate in the nearby bushes for an uncertain guarantee of survival, or should I let her urinate on my father’s statue for a certain guarantee of survival?

Think, I need to think.

I should see the forest, not just the trees. If only my life were at stake, I would obviously choose the former. But this choice could potentially lead to the extermination of everyone in the mansion.

Besides… only I would know about a slave urinating on my father’s statue. It’s hard to say my honor would be tarnished.

Yes. Losing my life while trying to preserve my pride would be putting the cart before the horse.

‘I’m sorry, Father.’

I need to survive first, don’t I?

Suppressing my indignation, I opened my mouth.

“Urinate on that statue. That would be more amusing.”

The elf’s eyes widened in shock.

“W-what? B-but that’s your father, Master…”

I know that, you fucking bitch! You’re the one who suggested it! You said it all with your eyes!

“It doesn’t matter. What about my father? He’s just a corpse now that he’s dead. Or are you refusing to obey my orders?”

“N-no, not at all…”

“Then follow me.”

I pulled the elf’s collar and headed toward my father’s statue. The elf, led by my leash, crawled across the grass to the statue, then looked up at me with eyes pleading for the command again.

“Trash. Hurry up and piss.”

“Ah! Y-yes!”

Having received permission, the elf lifted one leg like a dog and hesitated. After a moment, a bright yellow stream spurted from the elf’s genitals, staining the base of the statue.

The steam rising in the cool weather made me feel even more miserable.

The arcing stream of urine gradually diminished until it dripped from the elf’s urethra. Looking down at the residual urine flowing down the elf’s crotch, I recited in my cold-blooded act:

“Lick up the urine you just released.”

“T-that…”

“Now.”

The elf flinched and lowered her head. The tips of her silver hair dipped into the still-wet urine, and her small tongue emerged from between her lips. She began to lick the urine she had just released at the foot of my father’s statue.

Is this right? I touched the corner of my eye and secretly let out a deep sigh.

‘I’m sorry. Your son is a bastard… I’m truly sorry.’

I raised my head, unable to bear the gaze of my father’s statue looking down at me.

But the countless stars spread across the vast night sky looked like the eyes of my ancestors reproaching me, doubling my sense of guilt.

‘My life seems ruined. No, perhaps our entire family line…’

I will gladly accept my punishment in hell.

I won’t buy indulgences either.

“Hnngh, the smell…! Please forgive me, master…”

No… perhaps this place is already hell.