Chapter 362

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“You’re a total pervert.”

Being stepped on is an act that significantly wears down one’s pride. And when it’s the bare foot of a woman, especially when the area being stepped on is intimate and precious, the shame multiplies.

Elpride’s cool, bare foot glides up and down my leather pants. It’s an utterly blatant act—the kind meant to arouse a man lying on the ground.

I had no idea how to handle this situation. Should I stay still like this? Or should I resist? I wasn’t even sure.

“You’re getting this hard just from this? Pervert.” Elpride looked down at me with her ruby-like eyes narrowed like crescent moons, mocking me.

Her breath was already heavy with arousal, her slender shoulders trembling rhythmically. It seemed she was even more excited stepping on me than when she had been touching my chest earlier.

Only then did I remember Elpride’s sadistic tendencies. She had always enjoyed tormenting me—like a cat toying with a mouse it had already caught.

“Getting hard while being stepped on, treated like less than a Human…”

Normally, she’d be indifferent or occasionally affectionate. But the moment some strange switch flipped in her, she’d torment me like a completely different person.

Shlick, shlick—

Elpride used her toes to pull down my pants, which were already half-loose. Though my erection made it a bit tight, they were soon completely off.

Now, unlike the pitiful mess that was me lying sprawled on the floor, my fear crusher—which had grown impressively in size and thickness lately—was exposed under Elpride’s foot. At the same time, the corner of her flushed lips twitched slightly in unrestrained amusement.

“If it weren’t for Dusa’s Curse, would you get this hard just seeing me every day?”

Squish—

Her cool, cold foot pressed down on my heated length. I could feel something—whether I should call it patience or willpower—being whittled away.

“A slave getting aroused just by looking at me? How shameless.”

“…”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept my mouth shut. There was nothing I could do but lie there, staring up at her.

Elpride’s body was pale, with only the firm swell of her chest standing out.

Luckily, Elpride seemed too caught up in her own twisted logic to pay attention to my state, rambling only what she wanted to say.

“Wow. Look at this. So hard and hot. Disgusting.”

Shlick, slick—

Despite her words, her leg kept moving. I’d felt Luna’s warm, soft soles before, but the sensation of Elpride’s cool foot was different—more intense than just her touch.

“Pervert.”

Even amidst her insults, the growing pressure in my lower stomach was undeniable. I didn’t know what to do.

“So, why did you run away?”

“…”

“Not answering?”

Squish—

Her foot pressed down harder.

Why did I run? I thought she’d let this issue slide vaguely. Unlike Luna, who held the Curse of Forgiveness, Elpride had a much sharper lingering grudge.

“Even though you’d be caught again in the end, why did you run, you idiot?”

Shlick, slick—

Elpride’s movements grew bolder. My lower half twitched uncontrollably from the mounting pressure.

“Hey, stop—!”

“Stop what?”

As I tried to inch backward, she only pressed harder, as if refusing to allow me to escape.

“What are you telling me to stop?”

“Ugh—!”

No matter how much stronger my body had become, Elpride’s deliberate stepping hurt. With a grimace, my length finally surrendered, spurting out c*m in protest.

They say males sometimes ejaculate when faced with the fear of d*ath. Maybe this was my case.

Twitch, twitch.

“…”

Elpride stared down coldly at my throbbing release. Maybe the sight of her white sole now stained with my seed stirred some strange emotions in her.

“You got my foot dirty.”

“I- I told you to stop!”

“Hmm. Then lick it.”

Shlick—

She shoved her foot toward my face.

“Lick it clean.”

Her expression was filled with faint excitement and expectation. But even I didn’t want to submit to this kind of coercive violence.

Licking my own c*m clean? There was no way I’d accept that.

So I clenched my jaw and turned my head away in defiance.

To Elpride, though, it must’ve felt like outright rejection—humiliating and insulting.

“Why? Why won’t you listen? You’re a slave. You have to do what I say.”

Scrunch—

Her brows furrowed. Even I could see the storm of emotions on her flushed face.

“You won’t listen to me, and then you’ll sneak away again.”

“Run? Who’s running—?”

“Don’t lie. You’ve always been like this. Everything by my side eventually runs away. You will too. You already ran once—doing it a second time would be easy.”

“What are you—?”

Elpride seemed unstable now. Tangled in complicated emotions like a pair of hopelessly knotted earbuds.

Slowly, I sat up and reached for her, intending to grip her wrist and calm her. But as if overwhelmed, she swatted my arm away.

Slap—!

“Ow—!”

I pulled back in shock. Red nail marks trailed down my hand where she’d struck.

Drip—

bl**d welled up. The attack had been stronger than expected.

“…”

Stunned by the sight of bl**d, I was at a loss. The pain came late—sharp and stinging, making my arm tremble.

It hurts…

Since when are nails this strong?!

Some beautiful, majestic Dragon claws or something?

“W-wait, I didn’t mean to—!”

But Elpride seemed even more panicked than I was in pain.

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I just— I just wanted to push you away…!”

Maybe seeing me bleed from her attack had shocked her.

“I didn’t mean it!”

I wasn’t an expert in medicine or psychology, but anyone could see Elpride was spiraling into panic.

This was a big problem.

Ordinary people might act unpredictably under panic, but Elpride wasn’t just anyone—she was the Witch of Flames. Wild as fire, dangerous as a wildfire.

I imagined this cheap wooden inn going up in flames.

If Elpride’s emotions exploded into literal fire, the situation would be beyond control.

“I really didn’t mean it!”

So, I slowly reached out to her again, despite her repeating the same words.

She flinched, as if expecting me to strike back—but instead, I pulled her into an embrace, holding the back of her head and drawing her close.

“Calm down,” I murmured near her long, pointed ear.

“…Calm down?”

“Yeah. Just because you scratched me with your nails doesn’t mean I’ll leave you, Elpride.”

“You won’t leave?”

“No.”

I wondered if Elpride’s emotional turmoil stemmed from the unresolved bitterness of my escape—when I’d secretly saved money and fled slavery.

Even though we’d reunited and vaguely rejoined as companions since, we’d only been covering up the real issues.

Tremble… tremble…

Elpride’s body shook in my arms.

She was nearly n*ked, and the chilly air of the cheap inn as winter approached didn’t help.

I gently rubbed her arms, shoulders, and back, hoping the friction would warm her—both body and mind.

And maybe it worked. Gradually, I felt the tension in her body melt away.

“…”

Elpride didn’t speak. Even after two years together, I couldn’t guess what she was thinking.

Maybe she felt the same.

From her perspective, I—who she thought she got along with—had suddenly gained freedom and disappeared without warning.

Despite the twisted master-slave dynamic defining our relationship, we had still formed some kind of bond as individuals.

I had been saving money, preparing to leave. But to Elpride, it must’ve felt like an abrupt betrayal.

Drip, drip—

bl**d from my hand dripped onto the floor. Elpride shuddered again, but she didn’t panic this time.

She just breathed deeply, sweat rolling down her body and neck.

In my arms, her body had warmed—whether from tension or some strange excitement, I couldn’t tell.

“Feel a little calmer now?”

“…I dunno.”

Her body carried the faint, sweet scent of an Elf’s sweat—and my forgotten lower half began to stir again.

Slick—

Slowly, I moved my hand and cupped Elpride’s chest.

“…”

Unlike earlier, she didn’t push me away. Was this her way of apologizing for hurting me?

Not that it mattered.

What did matter was how soft Elpride’s chest was.

I bent down, taking one into my mouth.

s*ck—

“Ah…!”

When my tongue flicked her n*pple, she shuddered.

Retreat—

She took an unsteady step back, but I caught her waist with both hands.

“You don’t run away, Elpride.”

“R-run? Why would I— Ah—!”

I teased her areola with my tongue, tracing circles until she arched her back, chest heaving.

“Nngh— Haah— Ah—!”

I spent the next few minutes indulging in her chest—even sucking on her n*pple like a baby to see if anything would come out.

“Ah—!”

Surprisingly, she seemed to like it. Each time I sucked, her reactions were intense—gripping my head or trying to push me away.

“Haah… haah…!”

Her breathing was ragged. Not from panic—just from overstimulation.

Of course, I was reaching my limit too. But I had to check her state first.

“Elpride. If you don’t want to, say so.”

“…”

No answer. Instead, she braced her hands against the wall with the large mirror, turning her back to me.

“You’ll have to bend your hips a little more.”

I pulled her waist toward me, my hands gripping her soft, plump buttocks.

Then, my fingers brushed the slick cleft between them—already glistening with arousal.

“Nngh—!”

Sticky fluid clung between my fingers and her skin.

Already thoroughly wet, I slowly pressed my length—which had already released once—against her entrance. The swollen head glided smoothly, coated in her wetness.

Squelch—

Finally, inch by inch, it pushed into her tight, warm heat.

“Ah—hh… It’s going in…!”

Elpride’s breath fogged the mirror in front of her.

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