I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

What a useless fellow!

? ? ? ? ?

WTF?

Who the hell taught you all this nonsense? Seriously, don't you even have this basic common sense? Demons are terrifyingly pure in some ways!

Fingel was really annoyed. So, was it all his fault? Because of his previous actions, Aura's previously blank knowledge areas had been tainted with strange colors—turning into a situation of one-sided pleasing.

First, find a time machine.

"No...you must be wrong, it's not actually like that..." he tried to argue and exonerate himself.

The main problem is... who can't do it?

What a joke!

I'm super strong, okay?

He was somewhat angry, but dared not express it. His physical abilities were not yet at the level to regenerate severed limbs, while the reckless Awula was truly capable of violence.

"Shut up! How could I possibly make a mistake? Besides, haven't you been too arrogant lately?"

Aura's expression turned cold, she bit her lip lightly, her tone full of dissatisfaction, it seemed that her resentment had been building up for a long time.

"How dare you call me your livestock... Do you think I can't do anything to you? You lowly human."

"I am your master, remember that!"

These words were deafening. Aura glared fiercely at Fingel, gritting her teeth, probably recalling those terrible memories.

"Oh yes, yes, you're right, so could you please start by getting off me?"

Fingel was both amused and exasperated, never imagining that he would end up like this.

What's wrong with this crazy woman? Is it because she's been suppressed for too long?

That's roughly it.

He reflected on himself and realized that he had gotten a little carried away and started acting out before Aura had fully hypnotized him—theoretically, this was fine and could even bring some strange pleasure.

But today, the backlash has begun!

I should max out my favorability rating before thinking about doing whatever I want.

He repeatedly touched Aura's body under the pretext of rewarding her, then forcibly kissed her, and finally pried open Aura's mouth with his fingers in an almost humiliating way...

This is the monstrous corpse he personally chopped off!

Fingel thought to himself, "I'm really going to be executed now. Is it too late to surrender, Lord Aura?"

He was planning to temporarily back down and hope that Awula would let him off the hook for the time being—but Awula interpreted this behavior as a defiant act of disobedience.

"I told you... you're not allowed to order me around!"

Aura coldly rebuked him—while grabbing Fingel's neck with her hand, her originally delicate nails slowly grew longer, like those of a wild beast, and it was absolutely certain that they could easily slit his throat.

[A mere servant... a mere human! He dares to ask me to handle his heat cycle? Impossible!]

Unforgivable.

"I am the master! You... are merely my servant!"

Her baby-soft, white hands gripped tightly, like vises, and she couldn't break free.

!!!

No, why are you still worrying about this?

You're something else, Awula.

One of the servants was sweating profusely. "Holy crap... I'm going to die here today!"

"Yes...you're right...but, please let go first, okay?"

Fingel didn't dare to move. He finally understood what it felt like to have a Stand stuck to your back. It was terrifying.

Because of fear, his physiological reactions were even temporarily suppressed; he was going to die!

"Huh? Do you have the right to make conditions?"

Just as Aura was about to say something, she realized she had almost been freed—she bent down at her slender waist, looked over with some confusion, and then noticed something was wrong.

[This is... ah, those women said that men have certain reactions during their heat cycle, and if those reactions disappear, it means the heat cycle is over.]

How can that be?

She felt very uncomfortable. Her body felt warm, as if she were in a cave in the dead of winter, with her hands feeling warm, but also with a strange sensation of being gnawed by ants.

This means that her estrus period is not over—she needs a male, and for the time being, only Fingal is acceptable to Aura. Other humans are too disgusting and low-class, and besides, they are not good-looking.

"Hey, get up."

"Who gave you permission to rest?"

Aura glanced at him with displeasure.

"No... this, I... I can't completely control it either?" Fingel was sweating profusely, purely out of fear. This guy could really kill him if he wasn't careful. "Or, could you wait a moment?"

"I don't care, right now!"

..

Damn it!

This crazy woman! Do you think I'm your [expletive]?

Fingel was truly enraged. Damn it, was this something he could control? It's rare for someone to be able to resist a knife to their throat... well, it's hard to say, but he was definitely a little scared.

It was supposed to be a good thing... but how did it turn out like this?

"Then at least please, please, loosen your grip on my neck?" Fingel forced a smile. "I can't do anything like that..."

?

Is that true? It seems those wild animals do the same... Okay.

Aura loosened her grip on her neck slightly, and that beautiful, snow-white skin came into view.

Fingel: ....S.

Although he was very unwilling and ashamed, he really couldn't resist the call from his genes, and it was morning.

"Isn't this something we can do?"

While complaining, Aura continued to look at the man with a disgusted expression. She said it wouldn't work, but her actions told a different story.

[How pathetic... Even though he doesn't want to serve me, he still willingly goes to that stage when faced with my body?]

[Humans are inherently weak, a flawed species. The fact that they can enter estrus (sexual arousal) anytime, anywhere, simply by seeing a female body is too much of a disadvantage in combat.]

[Seriously... it's rare to see Fingel like this.]

"What a pathetic man..."

"!"

"I hate it, don't I? But I just can't get rid of it..."

“Si,”

As she touched him, a sickly blush inexplicably appeared on Aura's face. Ah... that's it. She's just a servant, yet she acts like she knows everything, as if she's better than her, her master. How can this be?

She wanted to see Fingel in a terrible, weak state, as if that would ignite her rampant desires.

"Hey, Paramecium."

"Do you really like my body that much? Pathetic...man."

She lightly licked her lips with her tongue, and a strange smile appeared on her lips.

...

What should I say about this?

Fingel seemed to be able to enjoy it silently... because it seemed to feel great, wasn't this what he wanted?

But... something's inexplicably... not right?

The paramecium fell into deep thought. It shouldn't be in this role. What was going on? It was puzzling.

Huh~!

Aura lowered her body, pressed her head against Fingel's forehead, and scrutinized her servant with what she considered to be a 'cold' expression.

"I need to use you, understand? I am your master."

"Don't get me wrong!"

Splash----

Several metal golems suddenly sprang out of the room, pinned him down, and prevented him from speaking.

Then Fingel suddenly realized something terrifying.

...

'Wait...no good!'

..

...

...

The next second, he felt that suffocating sense of oppression again.

Instead, they descend into endless depravity, filled with both excitement and fear.

.....

An hour later.

two hours later

three hours later

It seems like a perpetual torment.

.........

(The deleted and modified version of Purple Sweet Potato Pudding)

Chapter 73: Washing feet is a good thing!

A cool breeze after the rain blew in, lifting the silk drapes of the velvet bed. The gold-embroidered iris pattern flickered in the candlelight, illuminating the faces of the maids standing beside the bed—they blushed as they watched Fingel being mercilessly tortured, their legs involuntarily clamping their skirts together.

Around lunchtime, the maids, who had come to deliver the food, witnessed this scene and were all speechless.

They were originally going to leave, but Aura insisted that they stay, because it seemed that Lord Fingel's reaction would be even more intense.

The original quote was, "This will really excite him."

'Is this what life is like for nobles?'

'Lord Fingel has such a great physique... but why does he look like he's about to cry?'

'It's really hard to believe... Shouldn't Lady Aura be a proud demon? She's actually going to such lengths to serve Lord Fingal... Doesn't she get tired?'

'I also want to...I wonder if I can help Lord Ula...'

The maids' thoughts were written all over their faces; they were all staring intently at the two people lying lewdly on the swan-feathered bed, their lower abdomens burning with desire.

This went on for another two hours, and their expressions became somewhat numb; it was too torturous.

"Lord Aura... I can help you..."

A rather attractive maid, her small hands pinching her long, white thighs, volunteered herself... her eyes gleaming with an eagerness.

However, this is impossible.

"kindness?"

Aura sat up slightly and gave her a scrutinizing and hostile look.