She had agreed to bind their names in a contract, but the deep-rooted distrust and hatred were still plainly there. The very proof of it was that she had no desire to spread her legs easily and give this man what he wanted.

Yes. That was it.

“Theodore.”

Calling his name and seeing his eyes light up with anticipation twisted something inside her. Iberis understood. She was still angry.

At least with this man, unlike the previous two, things would not simply be passionate and warm.

“I have no desire to watch you enjoy yourself.”

“……”

“I have no desire to let you pant like a beast and surrender to pleasure, to permit you to covet everything about me however you please.”

“……!”

Watching his eyes waver with what looked like despair, a smile of satisfaction bloomed inside her, like a hard shell cracking open. Yes, that was the face she had wanted to see.

She couldn’t rip out the tongue of the bastard who had whispered affection without shame, with the eyes of a lunatic, as though he knew nothing of emotion.

Had she not decided to take him in as a collaborator in removing the curse under the emperor’s name, and to keep him at her side as a cherished pleasure slave? She could not wring his neck or gouge out his eyes, but there was no need to hold him warmly either.

“So playing together in that manner wouldn’t be so bad.”

“What do you…”

“My way.”

A surge of sadism and violence rose in her. He had appointed himself a slave, so there was all the more reason to handle him however she pleased without a second thought.

“What shall we start with?”

Newly aware, once again, that she harbored such an impulse within herself, Iberis beckoned to the young demon who stirred the dark corners of her mind.

“Take it off.”

“…?”

For a moment he seemed to be checking whether he had heard correctly, and she watched the large figure sluggishly lick his saliva-slicked lips, then gave a nod.

“You heard right, Theodore. You need to undress.”

She whispered it with feigned kindness laced with irritation, and he scrambled to his feet and moved.

Anyone watching would have thought the world rose and fell on her every word. That passionate gaze and those eyes. That expression, almost human, carrying something resembling genuine affection.

It was revolting.

And yet she took in the sight of his large, well-developed muscles, his smooth bare skin, his well-shaped arms and legs, and a face that stirred her sadism but was not unpleasant to look at.

“My slave.”

His body stood before her eyes, fully exposed, concealing nothing. The split muscles twitched and shuddered, alive with the inability to resist the stimulation.

“Come here.”

His chest was large and his c*ck was large. Those docile eyes were like a calf’s. Looking at that n*ked man now, no one would ever guess he was that witch’s lover and a Black Mage with blood soaked into his hands.

“Your skin is quite fair.”

“Hghh.”

She placed her hand on his pectoral, the same one she had gripped hard and struck forcefully last time, and it shuddered again with considerable force.

“You particularly liked this spot last time, didn’t you?”

“Hghh, y-yes, Your, Your Majesty.”

“Why? Your master is touching you. You need to relax.”

“Ugh, mm. I understand. I’ll do well.”

She deliberately met his eyes in a teasing way and tightened her grip on his chest, and the flesh filled her hand with a grip that felt quite satisfying.

“Ngh!”

She squeezed and kneaded until it hurt, and the n*pple grazing her palm stiffened and rose. Iberis had been tormenting it by deliberately pressing her knuckles against it, but she pulled her hand away as though she had already lost interest.

In truth, the red handprint left on the man’s large, pale chest was quite a stimulating sight. Iberis smiled slowly and moved her hand without further warning.

No matter how quick he was, the Black Mage’s perception could not keep pace with the speed of the dragon bloodline, a born warrior. Before Theodore could react, a sharp crack rang out brightly.

“……!”

“Oh.”

The man’s right pectoral flushed crimson in an instant. His member, standing rigid with pain and pleasure, lurched.

Before Theodore could even hunch his upper body forward, Iberis’s hand moved again.

“Ugh, ngh!”

Smack. With a solid, meaty sound, a red handprint rose on the other side of his chest. The sight of his pectoral muscles trembling with each strike was pleasing to watch.

Along with the sensation that lingered at her fingertips, a tingling she could not quite name rose through her. The feeling of her lower belly pulsing and growing hot even without direct stimulation brought a gleam to Iberis’s eyes.

“Theodore.”

“Hgh, ugh, ah, it hurts.”

Unlikely.

“No. You should say it feels good.”

“Hghh……”

She tilted her head, and Theodore raised his face again, trembling. He pulled his shoulders back and opened his chest. Both pectorals, flushed red on either side, were taut.

If she struck and stimulated them until they swelled, the sight would be even more striking. Look at him now. His mouth was babbling that he didn’t want it, yet from the tip of his furiously *rect member, liquid was dripping down in a steady stream, unable to hold back.

“See. You like it.”

Iberis laughed. Then she lowered her hand and struck the side of his still-standing flesh.

Unlike when she had struck his chest, she hadn’t put much force into it at all, yet the stimulation landing on the man’s most sensitive spot drew a violent reaction.

“……!”

“Hm.”

The large body that had been turning red with pleasure despite claiming otherwise shook uncontrollably. The silent scream spreading through him, unable to make a sound, was deeply satisfying. This was the sight she had wanted to see. Iberis smiled with dark allure and grabbed the man’s chin, lifting it to meet his eyes.

“You look good, Theodore.”

“Ghh, ugh……”

The wreck he had become was laid bare. The jaw clenched hard with pain, the tightly bitten lips, the saliva running down with the color draining from his face. And the tears pouring out just as shamelessly as his c*ck.

“You look very good.”

“Look, hgh, g-good……”

And yet he smiled back, clumsily, like a fool, the smile hazy. But that smile did not move Iberis’s heart in any complete way. She deliberately moved her foot and pushed the man down. Between his firm thighs as he knelt, his fearsome member rose again, thick and heavy.

“You took it on your chest and on your c*ck and still got hard again. My slave really is shameless.”

“Your, hghh, Your Majesty did it, that’s, that’s why. Because you’re someone who means something to me, that’s wh-, hgk!”

She had no desire to hear useless things. Iberis lifted the short riding crop she had specially prepared for a slave who came from being struck. And brought it down with a smack. This time it was the mage’s thighs, solid as rock.

“Ugh, ngh!”

This blow seemed to have hurt considerably, because Theodore writhed and jolted where he knelt. But he did not refuse or pull back.

Right. Let’s see just how much you can take.

It felt as though she was going mad alongside this madman. The hand gripping the riding crop tingled. Beneath the thin chemise, her bare lower half was hot. What was slowly trailing down between her thighs was unmistakably the fl*id seeping from her wet folds.

Had it been from when she struck his chest?

Or from when she struck his c*ck?

“Haa.”

Trying not to show that she was aroused, Iberis moved the riding crop with force. Smack, smack, crack!

“Ugh, ngh, ah!”

She laughed cruelly. For someone supposedly pulling back, his c*ck lurched and spattered fl*id with every strike.

“You mustn’t refuse, Theodore.”

“B-but!”

“Look. This is one of the things you made before you were locked in the tower. I ordered them to collect and keep anything belonging to the Black Mage rather than dispose of it, and this is what turned up.”

“Hghh, ngh, th-that. Hgk!”

“It seems you’ve liked being struck since back then. Tell me, did you give something like this to the Empress Dowager as well? Have you been making use of it since those days?”

“N-no! No, I didn’t!”

For a moment his face, flushed crimson with what looked like wounded indignation, snapped upward and he stared at her as he cried out, but Iberis only scoffed.

“It doesn’t matter, in truth.”

“It really, really isn’t like that, Your Majesty!”

And it wasn’t only this riding crop. All manner of perverse things had turned up. What on earth had been going through that head of his, that the mage had made nothing but depraved s*xual implements.

When those items were collected, Maria had shuddered and put her fist through a wall, and Sirak had declared he would simply burn all of it.

There had been that, too.

“I said it truly doesn’t matter.”

Iberis’s eyes narrowed. She threw the riding crop she had been gripping and swinging wildly.

Regrettably, even that was not an ordinary thing. Something about delivering the greatest pleasure to the one being struck, apparently.

“Yes, and there’s this.”

“Th-that.”

“You’ll know how to use it, I’m sure.”

She threw what had been coiled like a rolled belt, and it unfurled with a whipping motion, alive like a snake. And it wound itself tightly around Theodore’s muscular body.

It happened in an instant. The man, bound bare-skinned, trembled.

“You never could have dreamed that something you worked so hard to make would end up being used on yourself. What a shame, Theodore.”

The way it wound around his notably large pectorals and certain other areas was quite sadistic to behold.

“Ghh, ugh, ngh, ah, it hurts.”

Who on earth had he intended to use it on? Surely not himself.