In the quiet space.

“Your, Your Majesty. I, I am fine with anything.”

Seeing that melted expression of contentment made her irritation surge.

He was still someone she raged at and hated. And yet seeing him so thoroughly pleased, she found that displeasing as well.

She watched that docile, pretty face in silence for a moment, then gave him a light kick.

“Ngh!”

“Fine with anything?”

The man who had stumbled extended an arm to brace himself. He looked reasonably presentable after being hurriedly washed and brought in, but the clothes were not anything of value, shabby things not even the attendants would wear.

Maria’s doing, that.

“Theodore, looking at that pleased expression of yours makes me sick.”

“Ngh, ngh.”

“And watching you get aroused by even those words turns my stomach.”

“Hh, ngh, more, more please!”

She lifted her foot, still sticky with his release, and rubbed it against his stomach. The firm muscle caught against her sensitive skin.

Having wiped her soiled foot on his clothing, Iberis took in the sight of the Black Mage accepting every bit of it quietly, with evident pleasure.

What a mess.

Disgracefully, pleasure surged in her too with every point of contact. When the pain that had been making her spit blood faded, what remained in its place was a forced heat and desire.

She let the sensation spreading like a cramp across her lower abdomen go unaddressed and moved her foot. She parted the shabby hem of his clothing and deliberately exposed his skin.

The firm abdomen, ridged and solid without any training, like a washboard, ground under her heel.

She pulled the clothing wider open, and the man’s chest came into view, developed so massively it looked almost excessive.

The greatly swollen pectoral muscles bore n*pples that were comparatively very small.

Theodore, eyes squeezed shut, had his member standing fully *rect again, as though he had never spent himself at all. He even had the audacity to slowly rock his hips like a beast.

“An impatient beast deserves punishment.”

“Hng!”

Iberis muttered viciously and thr*st her foot down. Crack! She stamped on the *rect shaft again.

The movement of her foot, intended to cause considerably more pain than before, turned his ragged breathing into sounds of pain.

“Does it feel good?”

“Hh, ngh, yes, yes, ngh!”

“You enjoy it without any shame?”

“Ah, ngh, ugh, more, more!”

It was quite a satisfying sight. Yes, if it was like this, she thought she might be able to enjoy it.

“Well then, does it still feel good? Theodore?”

The sight of him nodding while trembling all over was rather something.

Iberis laughed softly and put an end to her worry over whether she could actually go through with things when that man was in front of her.

Surprisingly, it seemed she could.

The gaze that begged and yearned even while he thr*st his member up like a beast and rocked his hips and panted was not entirely revolting.

Was it the Oracle, or was it something else?

Was it that the curse’s pain was so desperate that a shift like this had come over her feelings?

Iberis surrendered to her shifting emotions with irritation and reached out her hand. She covered the man’s fully exposed, solid chest.

And then, crack.

She gripped it as though to crush it.

“Theodore.”

“……!”

She felt the member pinned under her foot swell even further. He was leaking so much fl*id that his clothing was soaked through, making the grown man look as though he had wet himself.

“Hee, ngh, ugh, ah!”

“Dying of pleasure, are you. Hm?”

She gripped the chest in her hand painfully, deliberately toying with him.

She kneaded the firm, dense pectoral muscle roughly, working it like dough. She even flicked the small n*pple grazing her palm with her fingertip.

“Haah! Hh, ah, Your, Your Majesty, it, it feels good!”

“Theodore. Your chest is bigger than mine.”

“Ah, aah, too much, too much!”

“How indecent. Why do you enjoy it more than I do? How dare you get worked up on your own and move your hips in front of your master?”

“Hng, good, good, it’s good!”

“Be quiet. Where do you think you are, making such loud, indecent sounds. You clearly have no idea what a disgrace you are.”

“Haa, I don’t, don’t know, ah!”

The criminal bucked his hips. What had been pinned under her foot slipped free to the side and sprang up. Without her permission, the criminal rubbed his member against her foot and thr*st.

“How dare you.”

“Ngh, ngh, hng!”

“Unbelievable.”

“Hng……”

Iberis snorted and grabbed his hair and shook it. The mage, face a wretched mess with tears streaming down it, sniffled.

“Fine. As you said, I need you. It is clearly effective. But to use you, a criminal, as a proper tool.”

“Ngh, ngh!”

“You must become my s*x slave.”

“……!”

“Can you do that?”

Wide eyes met hers. She read the expression, cheeks flushed red and tears running, and let out a hollow laugh.

The man was happy.

Even knowing it was not sincere, even knowing it was a ploy to look pitiable, her anger eased a little.

“Will you obey my every word?”

Theodore nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes. I will be a slave. I am a slave. I am Your Majesty’s slave. I will listen only to Your Majesty.”

Yes, that’s right. You must be obedient. If so, could she not bring herself to take in even this revolting creature?

To live.

And that creature, to find his freedom.

“Very well, Theodore.”

“……!”

“From this moment, you are my slave.”

She flicked his n*pple hard, and Theodore, who had been rubbing his member against her ankle, snapped his hips sharply. He lost control and spent himself again in a rush, leaving Iberis’s foot mottled as well now.

“Hng, hh!”

It was at that moment that the man who had been grinding his member went half out of his mind.

“Hng, I can’t hold back……”

Panting, he grabbed Iberis’s ankle and thr*st his taut, thick shaft wildly, as though it had never gone soft to begin with. He ground it upward. The rounded crown defiled the top of Iberis’s pristine foot.

“It, it feels good. It feels good. I think I’ll die. So good. I’ll do well. I can do well. I am Your Majesty’s slave, so, hng, let’s make a deal. I will give you my name. Please be fond of me, Your Majesty. Be fondest of me above all the others!”

As if that could happen.

Iberis narrowed her eyes, wondering what to do with this one. He clearly still had no idea what it meant to be a s*x slave.

This beast of a creature.

“My.”

Iberis smiled coldly and struck the cheek of the man thrusting his hips so indecently. This time she struck upward with force, and blood ran from his split lip.

That foolish face looked at her, seeming to have forgotten the pleasure entirely.

“Wh, why, just now.”

She cut him down with an icy word.

“How dare you, a slave of mine, spend yourself and thr*st and make contact without permission.”

“……!”

He was quick on the uptake. He subtly arranged his expression into one of anguish and pulled his hips back. The thick, long member fell away from her foot, shifting the thin hem of his clothing.

“I, was wrong. Don’t be angry. Touch me, please……”

He bowed his head, showing the pleading manner of a slave before its master.

“Please permit me to touch you, m, master.”

She kept her eyes narrowed, and the trembling Black Mage hunched those broad shoulders as small as he could.

“Plug up that indecent hole of yours. I will not permit you to spend.”

“……Hh.”

Theodore jolted like he had been struck by lightning, swallowed hard, and pressed down on the head of his member with his boulder-like hand.

“Hh, ngh, ugh.”

“Press it tight. Hold it.”

“……!”

The tip of that weapon, as thick as a horse’s, had a large opening as well. The chest of the man pressing down on the twitching urethra with the pad of his thumb heaved to its fullest, as though the torment was unbearable.

Taking in the entire spectacle with pleasure, Iberis lifted her foot, sticky with his release. His gaze, vicious and ready to lunge at any moment beneath the pretense of docile submission, stared at Iberis’s foot, licking it with his eyes.

“Clench that hole shut.”

“Ngh, ngh, ugh.”

“Spend yourself and you will be struck.”

“……Ngh!”

She swayed the leash gently.

She was testing whether this creature had truly agreed to obey her commands, whether the reins were properly fastened around its neck.

“It, hurts, hng, so much.”

“No.”

The voice feigning misery rang out plaintively.

The veins standing out prominently on the back of his hand told her the strain was real enough. She could clearly see him gripping his own member, looking ready to burst it.

Even so, Iberis did not permit it.

“Press it tighter.”

Huff, huff. Ragged breaths poured out.

She had no intention of letting that large thing drown in pleasure and press down on her body indecently. She had no mind to endure that humiliation. A pervert who sprang to attention the moment he was touched, no matter how he was struck or scorched or hurt, would be handled in exactly this way.

“Your Majesty, please, please permit me.”

“No patience at all. Hold it, slave.”

“Hh, ngh, ugh.”

She permitted neither removing his trousers nor running his hands over bare skin.

Watching the man whose face had gone as though it might burst, Iberis drew close and traced his jawline with her fingertip, toying with him.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ugh.”

He lifted his head obediently following her touch, and the hunched upper body straightened.