Summoned and Unwanted

261 Becoming a dominatrix by luck

“You want to be our master and make us maids if you succeed?” The elf got the gist of why he was surprisingly kind to them. He needed help maintaining the mansion if he actually kills a noble, marries his wife, and gets away with it as if nothing happened.

“You can say that, but I need your help with this matter. I made sure to encourage all the guards in the mansion to meet you together. I gave them a condition amplification meat to eat and...” Vincent placed the plate of food on the ground after he abruptly stopped asking a favor from the elf.

Vincent dropped on his knees and begged, “I know I am asking a lot, and it will make me sound like a bastard, but can you spend the night with all the guards in the party room and excite them enough to make them fight each other to win you over? I have a body wash that can make them go crazy to win your favor if they eat the meat I gave them while in your presence.”

“I don’t want to say something like you should be grateful to me because I am giving you a chance for revenge, but I will tell you this instead. I need your help, and I hope you will need my help as well.” He finished explaining what the elf would need to do for the guard elimination plan to succeed.

Vincent felt disgusted with this proposition, but this was the only way he knew how to kill without the Inspection Gemstone displaying Vincent or the elf as the killers in the death information.

Vincent wasn’t alone with feeling like this. Kazumi also felt disgusted that the plan to kill without getting caught involved using the elf slave to kill them with the multiple effects enhancing each other.

The elf pulled the plate to her and grabbed a piece of meat. It had been some time since she touched warm food.

The elf raised a slice of warm boar meat and took a bite. She revealed a smile for the first time and exclaimed, “This is good like noble food! So tasty!”

The elf raised her gaze and saw the apologetic Vincent looking at her with a visible surprised face. “What life can we have if I excite them to death? Do I have to keep entertaining guests all day, or will these little girls and I become normal maids? ” She asked for herself and the three little girls beside her.

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[Sometimes, I forget this elf is old. She must have experienced the pain of slave life, but I wonder how long she has been a slave.]

“Can I know your stories?” Vincent asked.

“Let me start first as I am the oldest one in the room.” The elf said before she started telling the story of her life.

Vincent and Kazumi became shocked as they heard her tragic past. The three little girls looked at the elf, and the previous smiles slowly disappeared.

The elf had been a slave all her life. She mentioned how she was born by elf slaves and sold when she was still a baby. The elf also said how she was traded through multiple owners, and this was her first decent meal in the last twenty years.
As for her name, she couldn’t remember because of the slave curse. Additionally, she was never named as everyone called her elf. It quickly became her nickname.

The elf mentioned how she had to serve the first owner at the age of sixteen. After hearing how cruel the owner was, she refused by planning to wallop the owner until he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her.

The young, naive elf hoped that the angry owner would swap her with another owner like she experienced many times. However, this was the thought of a young girl. The reality was different than her naive idea to stay untouched.

The elf was sent in a room with scented candles, and an old man half-dressed grinning at her on the bed greeted her. It was a disturbing and disgusting sight. Anyone would squeeze lemons on their eyes to cleanse them.

The elf said how she willingly approached the nobleman and swung her leg with all her strength. The elf mentioned how she might have heard a strange sound she had never heard before.

“The nobleman contorted his face... but he smiled a moment later and said... do it again. I... I kicked him again, and then he...” The elf looked at Vincent as if she didn’t want to keep telling the R-rated story because the children listened.

[Wait a moment! Is this elf a different kind of pleasure slave... is she a dominatrix, and the guards who said elves are the best love to be dominated by her kicks or whips?]

“Ahem.” Vincent cleared his throat and nodded.

“I get the gist of what comes next, but is that all you did? You are ninety years old, and I thought you suffered a lot.” Vincent decided to ask. His and Kazumi’s curiosity reached its peak.

The elf looked at Vincent with a surprised expression. “How do you know about my age? And what’s with that question? It’s tiring to use the whip for two hours straight!” She got slightly annoyed at the end.

“Magic, hehe. ” He joked.

The elf started to think the man who proclaimed to save them seemed resourceful and didn’t want to reveal all the cards on the table. The elf could understand how Vincent was showing them what he wanted them to see. She could smell a deep secret after all the years alive and different people she had the chance to meet with.

“I am a pure elf since I have never allowed a man touch me that way. My kicks and whips have persuaded any man to think otherwise, but who knows, I might change my mind since Mister savior is different than the rest.” The elf seductively said. She winked a Vincent and then smirked.

[Is this elf flirting with you. I hope you think this through...]

-I don’t want my balls crushed if that’s what you are asking.-

[You might never know the wonders of a dominatrix unless you try...]

-Stop baiting me.-

Vincent interrupted Kazumi every time she joked about getting a dominatrix in his harem. He wanted to live in peace and not get whipped before going to sleep. Vincent also feared Lupa might wish to compete with the elf, and it might be his demise.

“I understand.” He shortly said. Vincent looked a the three girls and asked, “Can this Mister know why you three are here?”

“We lived in an orphanage.” The oldest little girl said first.

“Yeah, but we saw a bad mister looking at us.” The middle one added.

The youngest little girl continued, “The baddie said he became our daddy, but we came here.”

The elf gently caressed the youngest little girl’s head. It didn’t take long for her to start crying.

“I didn’t see my friend yesterday... did my friend also get adopted like us...” The second youngest little girl hugged the elf and started crying.

The oldest little girl looked at Vincent and asked, “If mister saves us, will we go back?”

Vincent held his anger and gently shook his head. “If the orphanage was keeping children to sell them, then no.” He raised a warm smile and continued, “The offer of sleeping on comfy beds and eating good food three times a day will never go away. All I want in return is to see the three of you grow with a smile on your faces.”

The oldest little girl nodded and hugged Vincent. She raised her head and said in an excited voice, “Does Mister mean I can stay with my friends?”

Vincent gently tussled her hair and replied with a smile. He wanted to protect the three children from horrible people. Vincent didn’t want to think what would have happened if he didn’t decide to kill Demel Blackheart or if he arrived a day later.

Vincent looked at the demon hidden under the rags and asked the elf if she knew anything about the demon hidden under the blue-stained rags.



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“The poor demon? I heard the guards say how she was betrayed and sold as a slave by her sister-in-law.” The elf felt sad for the demon.

The elf didn’t care about the races with the life she grew in. As such, demons were normal to her, while the human owners were the monsters in her eyes.

“She was sent here two weeks ago, and I saw them order her to make weapons. She looked strong, so I think she is a blacksmith.”

“But it all changed when the large clean woman who you say is our owner’s wife was sent here. The demon was taken away from here when she arrived. I saw the demon get dragged in here with her clothes torn, many bruises and cuts. Even the new golden-haired woman fainted at the sight of her.”

“I later heard how the guards were excited to humiliate the demon by whipping her and forcing her to walk on all fours without clothes. But it seems these humans felt disgusted to touch her as a woman, so they beat her more relentlessly.”

“This continued every day until yesterday. It seems she tried to attack one of the guards, but she was taken down immediately and received a beating that almost killed her.”

“She only received a few kicks because of you today. She might have died if not.” The elf didn’t tell a pleasant story of what happened to the demon of the past few days.