Chapter 9
Room 3, second floor of the “Water and Grass Inn.”
While bringing Isti here, I received countless stares, just as expected.
It reminded me of the time I pretended to be a staff member, entered a broadcasting station, and brought an idol out with me.
"Are we using the same room?"
Isti hesitated.
"Wouldn't that normally be the case?"
I brushed it off and began undressing.
"!"
Isti was startled and quickly turned away.
"Why are you taking your clothes off?"
"I'm going to wash. Or do you want to go first?"
"Dekal. I only followed you because I thought we were just going to sleep."
"I know. That's all we're doing, right?"
I shamelessly pretended not to know and took a shower first.
"Are you going to sleep without washing?"
Isti hurried into the shower room. How cute.
Being able to see her like this was exactly why I cherished the obedience keyword.
A girl who trusted me more than anyone and hated the thought of being disliked by me.
If the keywords created the concept, then the rest of her emotions were Isti's honest reactions.
I thought it might be fun to guide Isti in whatever direction I wanted from this state.
I waited on the bed, sitting there half-naked while Isti showered.
While examining the “Starlight Shell.”
I couldn't understand it no matter how long I looked, so I decided to ask Belleira to explain it the next time I saw her.
When Isti came out after washing, she hesitated.
It wasn't as though there was anywhere to run in such a small room.
"I'll sleep on the floor."
"What are you talking about? Come up here. There's enough room. It is a little hard, though."
"But··· I heard that men and women aren't supposed to sleep together carelessly."
"Oh, then do whatever you want."
When I abruptly turned away, I could feel Isti growing flustered.
"Dekal? Are you angry?"
When I remained silent, Isti cautiously shook me.
"Dekal···?"
She even seemed to be on the verge of tears.
I had tried to hold it in longer, but I gave up pretending to be sulking, afraid I might burst out laughing.
"It's fine between us. We're not strangers, are we? Come on, get in."
"···I don't know if this is really all right."
"Are you going to keep standing there instead of sleeping?"
Isti let down her tied-up hair and slipped in beside me.
We faced each other with our bare skin touching.
With the woman who had threatened to kill me if I came near her only moments ago.
"I'm cold, so let's get a little closer."
"···."
Whispering beneath the blanket, I dismantled Isti's defenses one by one.
I moved her arm aside and crossed our legs. Our bare skin touched and rubbed together.
Isti inhaled sharply and squirmed.
By now, we were holding each other tightly, almost like lovers, without the slightest gap between us.
Was it almost over?
Without a word, I slowly stroked Isti's body with my hand.
Her thighs, waist, breasts, and beneath her armpits.
"······."
Isti held her breath and said nothing.
Judging by her attitude earlier, it seemed she wouldn't be able to refuse even if I acted forcefully.
I touched Isti's body. She didn't actively resist, merely twisting and turning.
Her reaction was as stiff as a virgin's.
Curious how far Isti would endure, I slipped my hand inside her underwear and touched her pussy.
Her sparse pubic hair and secret place. Perhaps because it was dark, all my senses became focused on my fingertips.
The texture of an elf's pussy was no different from a human's.
Feeling even a small thrill, I gently rubbed her.
"Mmm···."
It was cute how she twitched and reacted.
She clamped her thighs together around my hand and curled up as though telling me to stop, but I persistently continued touching Isti's pussy.
When I felt that she was sufficiently wet, I began to feel the urge to penetrate her myself.
I naturally pulled off Isti's underwear and brought my erect cock against her.
"No···!"
Isti twisted her body and pushed me away.
"Even if it's you, Dekal, I can't···. No!"
This was unexpected.
Even under the spell, she had protected her virginity, accepting the possibility that I might come to hate her.
"Is it your first time?"
Isti nodded.
"All right."
"Do you hate me?"
"No. I just had a fun thought."
"A fun thought?"
Snap.
I snapped my fingers.
I would have to place a second suggestion.
"Isti. Being loved by me is your joy."
"Being loved by Dekal is··· my joy···."
It was the moment when the defenses of this wary girl completely crumbled.
Isti now had three keywords embedded in her.
She trusts me. She doesn't want to be disliked by me. She feels joy when she is loved by me.
These exquisite keywords made Isti's emotions far more complex and rich than a simple command such as “Love me.”
That was because “being loved” encompassed an incredibly diverse and broad range of meanings when interpreted subjectively.
In simple terms, physical contact. A single kind word. Even sex that I initiated unilaterally.
For a woman, it was a far crueler keyword than “Become my slave.”
I had effectively molded the lover who would spend this otherworldly life with me according to my preferences.
Now it was time to release the suggestion.
Clap.
I clapped my hands and woke Isti.
"Come closer."
"Ah···."
Isti, who had tried to move away to protect her virginity, was pulled toward me without even a chance to refuse.
"Dekal. I trust you···. But we haven't known each other for long."
I wrapped an arm around Isti's neck, trapping her as she tried to escape, and fondled her pussy with my other hand.
"S-stop. I'll get angry. I mean it. If I use my skill, you might get hurt. So···."
"We haven't known each other for long? That doesn't matter. What matters is how we feel about each other."
"About each other···."
I buried my face beside Isti's ear and whispered.
"Isti, I love you."
"~~!"
Perhaps embarrassed, Isti weakly struggled, kicking her smooth legs back and forth.
Then she grew still.
"M-me? All of a sudden?"
"Yes, all of a sudden. Do you dislike it?"
"No. It feels strangely wonderful···. I feel like I'm about to smile. Somehow, it feels like happiness is rising from deep inside my heart···."
"Doesn't that mean you had feelings for me?"
Isti wore a confused expression. Then, little by little, the tension seemed to leave her body as her wariness slackened···.
"I see···. I didn't know I felt that way about you either, Dekal···. Not until now."
"What did you think of me?"
"I don't know why, but I felt that you were dangerous.
But··· at the same time, you were the person I trusted most, and now···."
Isti stopped speaking.
I had trampled and shaken the innocent elf girl's heart to pieces.
And I found that incredibly enjoyable.
Her purity, chastity, and upright heart were becoming twisted through the words I had given her.
Isti looked at me. Her eyes were unlike any I had ever seen before.
Looking into those innocent eyes, I grew even harder.
"···Do whatever you want with me, Dekal."
I gently caressed Isti's clitoris and pressed my lips to hers.
Isti did not resist. It was no different from a kiss, a form of physical affection where our lips merely met and we felt each other's breath.
I could endure the tantalizing slowness easily enough.
As I watched Isti's expression gradually melt.
I caressed her slowly, slowly.
Her tightly closed legs gradually opened.
"Your hands are so lewd."
"So what? We're sharing our love with each other."
"Is this··· how men and women show their love?"
"Yes."
Well, it wasn't exactly a lie.
There had simply been hypnosis instead of love in the process of getting here.
"Then I'll endure it."
Isti opened her legs a little farther to make it easier for me to touch her pussy, her body trembling with little twitches.
After spending plenty of time pleasuring her, I climbed on top of Isti.
When I pressed my cock against her pussy hole, Isti's body stiffened as though in pain.
"Relax."
"Dekal, do you really love me?"
"···."
"If you don't tell me, I'll hate it···."
I applied force and roughly drove my cock through Isti's pussy.
"Kya! Ngh!"
The moment I broke through the resistance, it slid inside.
Enjoying the tightness of Isti's pussy, I seized her wrists and roughly thrust my hips.
The bed creaked in time with my movements.
Isti must have been in considerable pain, for she tightly closed her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears.
But I impassively continued pounding my cock into her.
"Ngh, ah, I hate it. You don't even say you love me, so why are you hurting me?"
"This is also a form of affection. Sometimes I want to torment you."
Making a suitable excuse, I violently ravaged Isti's chaste pussy with my hard, erect cock, thrusting into her relentlessly.
"Is that so?"
Isti's pussy clenched tightly around me.
I thrust into her defenseless pussy, her wariness gone, at quick intervals.
"Can I be rough?"
Isti looked at me with tearful eyes.
"Mmm. I'll endure it."
I roughly pounded into Isti's pussy hard enough for the sound of flesh striking flesh to ring out.
As I looked down at Isti's face while she endured the pain.
Her pussy squeezed my cock without pause. Before long, I came inside Isty’s pussy.
Supporting Isty’s lower body, I caught my breath while ejaculating.
“You held out well, Isty.”
Isty looked dazed and flushed with heat as she answered blankly.
“Mm… I held out for you.”
“Should I give you a reward?”
“A kiss.”
She didn’t hesitate at all.
I brought my body close to Isty’s. Like a baby bird being fed by its mother, Isty kept kissing my lips. We parted, then pressed together again. Joined, then separated once more.
“Ah.”
Isty seemed to feel something.
“It got hard inside me.”
“…”
I pounced on Isty again.
With the suggestion’s effects as well, Isty had quickly grown accustomed to sex.
Even when I was rough with her, she interpreted it in her own way and had reached the point where she accepted it as an expression of affection.
Even when I crudely pressed my lust against her, Isty accepted it.
I thrust deep into Isty’s pussy from above. Isty wrapped her arms and legs around me.
With every thrust, Isty’s buttocks moved up and down with exquisite timing.
“Hyaa! Ah, hhaa, I don’t know this kind of thing. It’s strange.”
“Does it feel like you’re being loved all over?”
“Yes, hngh, being loved by your cock is amaazing. This is amaazing…”
Isty clenched her toes tightly and reached her climax.
“Hngh!”
I wondered how many different expressions of Isty’s I alone had seen today.
The look on her face as she struggled beneath my cock was something I wanted to collect separately.
With every downward thrust, Isty’s reactions grew more intense.
“Nngh♥ My pussy, pat-pat—please do it more, pat-pat.”
“Will you become my personal pussy from now on and let me love you?”
“Nghi, hick. Personal pussy? Yes, I will♥ I’ll be your personal pussy♥”
I spilled my semen wildly inside Isty’s tight, springy pussy.
It felt like I was being squeezed dry. I poured every last drop into Isty’s pussy and savored the lingering sensation.
I gently stroked Isty’s cheek as she caught her breath. Then Isty bit and sucked on my finger of her own accord.
“Mmph. Kiss, kiss.”
She was as cute as a kitten clinging to a baby bottle.
The suggestion had grown as strong as it possibly could. Isty was desperate to be loved, and her actions were increasingly laced with bold, coquettish charm.
Once again, lust overcame fatigue. I held Isty until we were both exhausted and fell asleep.
Including Anais, it had been like this for two days straight.
When I got up, sunlight was streaming mercilessly through the window.
I’d overslept. It was understandable.
Isty had gotten up first and was already ready to leave.
She seemed to be tying up her hair for the last time, but the moment I opened my eyes, she turned toward me as if she had sensed it.
“…”
A brief silence.
Isty smiled sweetly at me, still not fully awake.
“Did you sleep well, darling?”
I woke up completely.
With a pleasant surprise.