Chapter 37 – Elf Rides a Wooden Horse

It is not now, but it is said that the empire in the past caused numerous wars based on various causes.

In the process, torture tools and techniques developed naturally. There were many prisoners and a few who spewed out the truth right away, so it was not a big surprise that this unethical act was prevalent.

But now, instruments and techniques of torture have become vulgar and decadent relics of the past.

Because of the development of magic tools and the development of magic, it is possible to draw out the other person's sincerity without inflicting physical pain any longer.

The Countess Pelgarin, who had helped the Emperor in numerous wars, also stopped handling instruments of torture, saying it was against dignity, but fortunately, remnants of the past still remained underground.

"This room. I heard it was left unattended for quite some time, but things will be intact."

Marhan grabbed the old doorknob and pushed forward. The iron door, which had been clattering and refusing to open, slowly opens, scratching the road.

"Suck!"

Marhan cheered and pushed as hard as she could, and the door opened wide with an unpleasant sound. Marhan, who flicked her hand lightly, led the way, and I followed.

The view is dark, probably because it is underground without a lot of light. As I looked around, I snapped my finger and set off a small spark in the air. It's not to the extent that I have a talent for magic, but I could easily use this kind of life magic.

"Not a very nice place."

As I looked around, I frowned. The sight of cobwebs clinging to the corners of the ceiling and candle wax that had fallen randomly on the floor was physiologically unpleasant.

Compared to the mansion, which is always neatly maintained, the torture chamber in the castle was so unsanitary that it even aroused some disgust.

'Maybe it's natural that it's been neglected for a long time.'

I sighed and lit the candles on the wall, one by one. Then, the dark space turned into a bright light, revealing the torture instruments placed in the center of the room more clearly.

Triangle horse.

Literally, it is a torture instrument with blades set on the back of a wooden horse made of triangles. When the tortured is seated on the back, the tortured is crushed by their own body weight and suffers great pain in the genitals.

I've only seen this in books, but this is the first time I've actually seen it. Using this to torture someone was the same as being as being an evildoer, but I had no other choice.

"It is exactly what I wanted. You go up and get my slave."

As I calmly recited, Marhan asked back.

"Are you talking about an elf slave?"

"Okay. She arbitrarily scribbled on the knight's commander's breastplate. At this point, through corporal punishment, I will make her look back on her mistakes."

"Her. Has His Excellency the Regent's slave scribbled on the captain's breastplate?"

"Don't ask me twice."

"Ah. Yes. All right."

Marhan, scratching the back of her neck, bowed her head to me and turned around. Only then did I sigh and walk towards the triangular wooden horse.

Curious about what it looked like, I took a close look at it, and I frowned at the sudden worry.

'This. It's too dangerous.'

The triangular wooden horse placed in this room right now is not a tool for sexual torture, but literally a tool for torture. It is said that it is a masochistic monstrosity created with only the suffering of the other person in mind.

As evidence of that, the blade on the back is too sharp. If she doesn't know how to sit here, the genital area between her crotch may be injured.

Even though she was an elf, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't get hurt. In fact, the elf did not protect itself with mana when being sexually tortured by me.

'If I had been protecting myself at all times, the nib would not have pierced my skin.'

It was that there were times when she deliberately remained defenseless in order to respond to my torture. If she doesn't wear mana this time and the elf sees blood...

'It won't end with just staring. I might die'

I don't know what kind of evil the elf will do when she notices that the product I've prepared is defective. To be honest, I didn't even want to imagine it.

After thinking for a while, I took off my coat and covered the back of the triangular horse. At this level, it would be possible to stimulate only sexual desire without harming the elf.

'I need something more to complement.'

If it ends here, it's sewage. Since I have to be a pro at selling to satisfy an elf, I walked over to a chest of drawers in the corner of the room, opened it, and took out a few things I needed.

There were several items, but the one I chose was a sharp iron ring, a strong rope, and a light hammer that I could hold with one hand.

I'm sure. This gave stability and specialty to the method of torture.

I dragged the chest of drawers right next to the wooden horse and climbed on top of it with a hammer and an iron ring.

'Where should I put it??'

If I look closely at the ceiling, I can see the seams that have been opened by the wind and waves of the years. I put the end of an iron ring on it and hit it with a hammer.

Kang! Kang! Kang!

After a few loud noises, the iron ring became firmly embedded in the ceiling. Even if I grab hold of the ring and pull it down, it doesn't even move.

This is enough. Throwing the hammer nearby, I got down on my knees and picked up the rope. The length... It is suitable enough that you do not have to cut it separately.

I got up, passed the rope through the loop, tied a knot, and pulled it down.

Considering the elf's height, it was just the right length to tie her wrists when she raised her arms after sitting on the triangular horse.

'Done!'

'Maybe I have a talent for this?'

 I laughed out of self-confidence, but later, feeling embarrassed, I quit.

I let out a clearing of my throat and came down from the chest of drawers, just in time to hear footsteps creaking nearby.

I didn't even have to ask who it was. It must have been Marhan who brought the slave.

"Ahem. Hmm….."

After clearing my voice, I retreated to the wall and leaned back crookedly. After messing up my bangs moderately, I looked down at 45 degrees, hypnotized myself as a cold-blooded psychopath, and acted as scary as possible.

"Your Excellency the Regent."

Marhan enters through the open door. Next to her, an elf grabbed by the wrist was whimpering with a face that looked like she was going to cry at any moment.

Apparently, she was informed that she was going to receive corporal punishment, and she was wearing the same outfit as the old maid, not the new maid uniform.

"I brought a elf slave."

"Well."

"Your Excellency Regent?"

Tsk. I clenched my tongue in denial, raising my hand and brushing my bangs back. I didn't forget to unnaturally raise the tail of one side of my mouth.

"Ah. Sorry. I feel like I can hear the screams of the many people I tortured here. It seems that your words have been drowned out by the sweetest sounds in my ears, screaming for help."

Hee! Unlike the elf, who trembled as she was afraid, Marhan looked at me pathetically, asking if I was talking nonsense.

"There. As far as I know, His Excellency the Regent is here today for the first time."

"Oh, I hear you! Screams accuse me of my sins!"

I quickly cut off Marhan's words and approached the elf.

' Why is His Excellency the Regent acting like that all of a sudden?'

 Marhan's stare, saying she didn't know why, was very annoying, but it was inevitable in order to live.

"Lord, Lord...Master~..."

The elf with wet red eyes looked up at me, trembling. The two pointy ears drooping down naturally aroused sympathy, but it was all just acting.

Taking a short, deep breath, I grabbed the elf's ear and yanked it toward me. Suddenly, the elf in my arms moaned in pain.

"Ew-!"

"What a piece of crap. I heard everything from the knight commander. Didn't you scribble on the captain's breastplate with your pitiful dexterity?"

"It hurts, it hurts...!"

"Even though you have been punished several times, you still don't listen to me. There is a limit to what one can endure. Today, I will make you undergo proper corporal punishment."

Having let go of the elf's ear, I took a step to the side. It was to give an overview of the sales service that we will be offering today.

"Huiing...."

The elf, who was shedding tears, raised her head and checked the torture tool I had prepared.

A triangular horse and a rope hang from the ceiling. In addition, the surrounding atmosphere was moderately dark and dreary, making it suitable for being punished.

The elf also pricked up her ears, apparently thinking so. A fearful expression hangs behind a fleeting smile.

"Master~ please forgive me. Because I won't do that again."

It was fortunate.

"If forgiveness corrects behavior, so do I. But what are you now? Aren't you making mistakes over and over despite my consideration?"

"That, that...."

"Marhan. Sit this slave on her wooden horse and pin her arms to her ceiling."

'Do you really want me to do it?'

 Marhan blinked as if asking me that, and she reminded me once again that I was playing the role of regent, and she led the elf to the wooden horse.

"Sit down."

Following Marhan's command, the elf whimpered and sat on the triangular wooden horse. In the process, she seemed to have been strangely stimulated, and she flinched and let out a strange moan.

However, Marhan didn't even pay attention to the woman's body and grabbed the elf's arms. Marhan steps behind her, holding her arms up and skillfully tying her wrists with a rope.

Thanks; I'm a bit perplexed. As the elf's arms were secured to the ropes, the clothes also slipped upwards, but the clothes were so short that the elf's pubic area was now subtly exposed.

"Aahhh, I have a strange feeling in my lower body."

The appearance of the pubic area painted in pale pink rubbing against the back of a wooden horse is more erotic than I think.

In addition, with her both arms raised up, the graceful curves of her chest were also highlighted more than I expected.

Looking at it again, she has a sensual body. No matter how much I built a wall with women, if I hadn't known the inside of the elf, I might have had a bad heart. Okay. If I didn't know the inside.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

I muttered with a mean smile.

I kept my arrogant attitude as much as possible, but now my feelings were like a burning wick. If the elf doesn't like this sexual torture, I'll be put in a situation where my life is threatened.

'In the worst case, the elf might take me and go to the Great Forest.'

'Even if my life isn't threatened, I might have to be taken to the great forest and live as an elf's toy for the rest of my life, as Esily told me at the ball.

'So each of these sexual tortures was an important crossroads for me. Will the elf really like this sales product?'

As I watched the reaction in silence, the elf suddenly let out a low sob and shook her shoulders.

The result is:

"I hate it...!"

It was a great success!