[19] (EP.117) Soft Prisoner # 3
117 – Soft Prisoner # 3
silkygoat was the goat. cry
Na Tae-oh Gospel, or Lee Seong-eum.
In both of my lives, I could only count on one hand that I had ever had a relationship with a woman. Twice with Elgar and once with Mirna.
One thing that even such a country can assert with certainty is that Elgar’s body was truly an excellent tool for exploiting men.
It has a high body temperature and is very wet, so it is moist, and the tightening is good as it is a well-trained body.
The v*ginal walls that were biting on my things gave me a sense of crisis as if I was going to ejaculate right away if I was careless.
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No.
I can’t eat it already.
I remembered that I made a mistake in my relationship with Mirna.
In my second relationship with Mirna Draco, I was so excited and so excited that I passed out after a few slaps without shaking.
She didn’t express it, but Mirna said, ‘What is this bastard? Premature eja**lation?’ You might have been disappointed with me inwardly.
So I clenched my teeth somehow to hold back the quick eja**lation.
squeak, squeak, squeak.
“Yeah, heh heh, hahaha, ah… ! Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it… !”
But today, Elgar’s body was even hotter, and she couldn’t stand it at all because she bit me tightly. Elgar’s reaction was also quite intense.
Was the prisoner rape play that I liked so much?
It is said that lovers do role-playing to get rid of the boredom of play. Now that I have tried it myself, it has definitely worked.
It felt like I was really raping Elgar, and I felt a chilling sense of guilt and subjugation for committing a crime.
“Ugh-.”
But I was so happy that I couldn’t bear it and ended up vomiting the ejaculate inside Elgar’s body.
He grabs her breasts tightly, pushes things to the depths, and squirts s*men toward the uterus.
Honey beep, honey beep.
I could feel more s*men spewing out of my stuff than usual. It’s a situation that I don’t know when it’s going to end.
Of course, Elgar’s body, hugged tightly, was soft, warm, and pleasant, so I felt like it would be good to stay like this for the rest of my life.
Shrek.
That’s when I felt Elgar’s body slipping out of my hand.
At that moment when I lost strength for a moment due to the afterglow of the circumstances, Elgar looked at me with bitter eyes and reached out towards me.
wow.
Elgar’s soft hands gripped my neck.
“Die… !!!”
With that sharp cry, my body fell off the bed and fell to the floor.
The sensation of banging and banging my head was dazzling, but fortunately, thanks to the luxurious velvet carpet on the floor, he seems to have avoided a concussion.
Of course, the biggest problem right now wasn’t something like a concussion.
“die… !!!”
The big problem is that Elgar, whose blue eyes are full of blood for some reason, is tightening my neck with all her might.
My eyes got dark I had a stupid thought for a moment, ‘Is this an extension of the poro play?’
Something went wrong-.
I struggled with my limbs, trying to get out of Elgar’s grasp.
However, it would be impossible to escape from Elgar’s grip on slaughtering a lion with her bare hands.
“Ugh-.”
I squeezed and squeezed my voice. He tried to cast a magic spell to stop Elgar, but not a word came out because his airway was blocked.
Wizards’ spells are of no use only after the correct chanting is completed. If this is the case, no matter how strong my hierarchy is or how great my magic is, it becomes meaningless.
“Hey, uh, uh… .”
Even as I was losing my mind, I moved my limbs vigorously. He was trying to gain consciousness.
And with his mouth, he constantly tried to pronounce something.
“Wow, whoop-.”
meow meow.
It was a keyword to end the strange master-slave relationship between me and Elgar. With this said, any game or situation is over. In other words, it was like a magic spell.
“Wow, ooh, ooh… .”
“… … .”
Whether that worked or not, I could see Elgar’s forehead, which had been frowned like a demon, slowly loosening.
At the same time, it was squishy, and the strength in my hands was released, and I could feel the instantaneous flow of blood and oxygen into my head.
“Callok, chock-.”
As I was coughing hard, taking in a breath that I had never been able to breathe at once, Elgar, who was sitting on my body, looked into her palm and muttered something.
“Nope… . This isn’t on purpose-. Obviously, there was a man who had just caught me. I’m a prisoner… .”
“Ugh… .”
It was when I frowned as I rubbed my neck, feeling that my neck might have been crushed. Elgar shouted as if she was very embarrassed by how she read my expression.
“Nope… ! I didn’t do that on purpose… !”
Then he grabs my shoulder, but I don’t have the strength to think that I was the one who had just been strangling my neck with all my might.
“It’s not on purpose, I mean, it really happened… ! A bastard like Baldimore, raping me, trying to defile the Lioness… !”
“Ugh… .”
I wanted to say something, but my throat was choked and I couldn’t speak. Did my unintentional silence attack Elgar’s heart?
Elgar clinged to me as if pleading with me with a look of terrified fear.
“I was wrong… ! Please forgive… ! I didn’t do that on purpose, really… ! uh, uh… !”
Elgar probably thought that I was very angry with my strangulation, and that this would cause her to anger herself.
For example, saying, “I can’t eat this anymore,” gets up from the seat and never sees Elgar and Elgar again.
To be honest, I was really angry. However, since Elgar’s expression was a common expression among children at nurseries, she was more embarrassed than angry.
Elgar was now expressing with her whole body, “Don’t leave me-.”
If it was an ordinary Elgar, she would never say anything like that she did something wrong or ask for forgiveness. An apology from a proudly strong woman is unlikely.
But now seeing Elgar howl like a cold-watered, abandoned dog, I thought I had more to do than get angry.
Before panicking Elgar could cause more trouble, I needed to calm her down.
So, instead of his broken neck, where his voice did not come out, he moved his relatively normal hand and directed it towards Elgar’s cheek.
“… !”
At that, Elgar trembled as if she was prepared to be slapped in the face, and shook her head.
Of course, rather than slap her on the cheek, I just gently caress her reddish cheek, which has become muddy with tears.
There is nothing more effective than a person’s warmth when it comes to soothing sometimes.
* * *
Fortunately, my neck was not broken or crushed.
It seems that it was just strangulation, which put a strain on the vocal cords and temporarily stopped making a voice.
It was terrifying to be hanged alive, but it didn’t happen anyway.
If there’s a problem here.
“It won’t happen in the future… ! Really, really, I didn’t do that on purpose… ! Please forgive… .”
Elgar was trembling with her face on my lap and hugging my tummy. It’s been 10 minutes already.
It must have been quite shocking that he nearly killed me by choking me.
It was me who almost died, but for some reason, Elgar, the perpetrator, was more shocked than me and was unable to come to her senses.
I had to comfort her by stroking her like I was combing her hair.
“it’s okay. As a result, nothing happened.”
“Uh, uh… .”
Elgar’s tears wet my knees.
I thought that if I left my seat like this and stopped comforting myself, Elgar might fall to an endless floor.
After all, the cause was mine.
Because I thought Elgar likes to play poro.
But looking at it now, I think that Elgar was really scared, wasn’t she really resisting?
I don’t know why.
Maybe there is something I don’t know.
“I didn’t know that Elgar-sama really hated it. In retrospect, it’s my fault too. So, what if we blame each other for wrongdoing? My throat is drowsy-.”
“Ugh… !”
Totally panic. I’m not going to mention the choking.
After all, I was facing my dying face right in front of my nose. That must have been a huge shock. Especially if the hand that was strangling the neck was you.
It could be a really big trauma.
Then, Elgar may be broken and become a real villain, and as a result, it may be ruined in many ways, and eventually a bad ending may be unavoidable.
I was in trouble in many ways.
I thought it would be nice to drink some hot tea to calm Elgar, but as I tried to get up, Elgar grabbed my waist and pulled me tight.
“I, you are trying to throw me away… !”
“No, I think it would be better to pour a cup of tea… .”
“lie-. Saying that, you’re leaving the door. It’s my fault… . Please forgive… !”
That’s why I can’t pour a cup of tea.
First, I put a blanket over Elgar’s naked body and warmed her up. And then he had no choice but to continue stroking Elgar’s hair until he was released.
How much time has passed
“… … .”
Elgar may have calmed down a bit, but instead of apologizing for being sorry, she can now keep a little silence. Of course, her body was still shaking.
“Now, are you okay?”
“… … .”
Instead of answering, Elgar hugged my belly tighter. Now, to be honest, I was in pain. If you keep going like this, you will die by squeezing your stomach, not your neck.
Of course, without saying that, I decided to ask Elgar what she was curious about.
“I know that Elgar didn’t really do that. There must have been some misunderstanding and misunderstanding. Can you tell me why?”
“… … .”
Elgar didn’t answer.
“If you don’t really want to answer, you can’t do it.”
When I gave myself time to relax, Elgar spoke very softly, as if a sniffling child was weeping.
“There was a guy who tried to take me as a prisoner and force me to have children… .”
just my story. But Elgar told an unexpected story.
“The Viscount Baldimore… .”
“Are you Viscount Baldimore?”
It’s a name I don’t know. If it appeared in the original novel, I remember it for a while, but if you look at what I don’t remember, it seems that he is a person of little importance.
“The man, cowardly at the negotiating table, dragged the soldiers and attacked them-. took me prisoner Of course, nothing happened… .”
Elgar has sporadically told her own story. As far as saying that a man named Baldimore tried to force Elgar to have a child by taking Elgar as a prisoner just like me before.
Elgar said he was twelve at the time.
I had a traumatic experience at the age of 12, so it’s no wonder it remained traumatic in my heart.
I was also speculated that Elgar’s masochistic s*xual preferences were caused by such fear.
It’s common for people to be influenced by things they experienced when they were young.
In other words, to summarize what Elgar said, my childhood memories were revived because of my captive play, and thanks to this, I fell into a panic and thought I was a really bad guy and tried to kill him?
「Calmly judge the situation!
You gain experience points through the talent 《Calm Thinking》.
All job experience + 5”
I see
“I didn’t really do that on purpose… . Believe me… .”
I had no idea that Elgar was going through such a situation.
There were still many things I didn’t know about Elgar.
I had a lot of things to reflect on myself. What I know about Elgar is largely based on the Elgar I’ve seen in fiction.
But Elgar wasn’t a character in the novel, he was really a living person.
Even Baldimore thought I was of no importance, but he was still a nightmare with a fairly large weight in Elgar’s life.
I thought Elgar liked to fight and was always a confident person. It wasn’t.
“There were a lot of things I didn’t know about Elgar-sama.”
I glanced out the window. The darkness seen through the gaps in the curtains meant evening. I have to eat, but it won’t be easy considering Elgar’s condition.
So I hugged Elgar and laid down on the bed together. Elgar also hugged my body tightly as if hugging a doll and wouldn’t let go.
Fluffy, plush.
Elgar’s body was warm and soft. It smells good too.
“I didn’t know that Elgar went through something like that.”
“… Of course, I didn’t tell anyone.”
I wouldn’t be able to tell others easily.
For Liones, the iron-blooded family, showing a wound in his heart would have been no different than showing his weakness.
“Tae-ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t do that on purpose. I was wrong… .”
However, Elgar showed her weakness and was constantly bowing down to me and apologizing. It means you love me that much.
I don’t even know what made Elgar this way, but I knew what I had to do now.
Just hugging her by Elgar’s side would suffice. I patted her on the back and spoke seriously in her ear.
“I was wrong too. I will be more careful in the future.”
“… Forward?”
“Because Elgar and I will continue to meet in the future.”
“yes… .”
As the story continued, Elgar also seemed to soften.
She soon rubbed her face against my chest as if in a fool’s errand.
slurp.
It was cute because it seemed like a big cat’s beast was playing aegyo, but it was also scary because it was going to bite my neck all of a sudden.
It wasn’t a bad feeling though.
On the contrary, it felt very good because something different from when she ejaculated for pleasure only seemed to rise in her chest.
Does Elgar feel the same way? I wish it were
But suddenly a problem arose.
Maybe it was because he drank a lot of water, so he wanted to go to the bathroom.
“Hey, Elgar. Excuse me, but let me do that errand.”
But Elgar hugged me tighter.
“lie… . Saying that, you’re going to leave me.”
I struggled to get out of Elgar’s grasp, but she hugged me to the end and wouldn’t let me go.
“No, I’m serious.”
“Just wrap it around my body.”
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No, that’s a bit… .
Woah so wholesome, 10/10