I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 6 Part 1

06. Curiosity Kills the Cat (1)

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“Oh, please! If you’re my brother’s guest, go to the main house! Why are you here?”

“I feel like it.”

“Well, get out of here! No, you madman, why don’t you take your tea and drink there. Why are you here, making a fuss!”

“Because you’re all sweaty and rolling around in the dirt, and that’s the best kind of snack for tea.”

“You’re a crazy, irredeemable asshole…….”

As Eve glared at the pink-haired man who came downstairs every time she trained and enjoyed his tea time, she saw that he even set up a small tea table in the back. Even today, with Margaret out of town, there was nobody to criticize him.

A cute-looking boy with curly pink hair was smiling so adorably that he looked like an angel in a famous painter’s painting, but he was actually forty years old.

What’s the use of looking young and pretty? Eve gripped her sword again, the thought of him made her want to throw up as she slowly stepped forward.

Before she knew it, she had taken a step forward, the step Margaret had taught her as the basics of swordplay. The sequence wasn’t too difficult, and she memorized it quickly, but the problem was that her feet sometimes twisted as she stepped, trying to keep her center of gravity while holding the sword. Practice was the only way to get her footwork to feel natural while swinging the sword.

‘No, but what the hell is he doing here? I’m not even treating him nicely, what’s wrong with him? Is he some kind of pervert who gets off on being called names?’

Eve couldn’t understand Callisto’s disgusting visits to the annex, even as she exchanged profanity with him. It was almost as if he was getting a kick out of their casual conversation.

‘Ha……. This is it……. No matter how much you try to twist the original, you’re forced to be faithful to the original……? That’s really shitty…….’

“Hey, you got the steps wrong again, aren’t you just not talented?”

“It’s because of you, you crazy asshole, get lost, please!”

She couldn’t let this continue. Something had to be done. She was afraid of the hateful feeling that would come from this kind of bickering. Eve devised a plan, determined to get rid of Callisto before he got any weird feelings for her.

Learning the steps meant less slashing and stabbing, which meant more learning, but more free time, so she decided it was time to finally see Alberic.

‘I need to blow off some steam, since my order just arrived.’

Eve gritted her teeth as she watched Callisto’s abominably cute face as he grinned and shoved a bite-sized sandwich into his mouth.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“You’re an asshole. Please stop following me around. You like me so much? Give me a break for the weekend, will you?”

“You’re full of nonsense. You train every day, even on weekends, so you can’t pretend to be busy.”

“I’m really busy this time. Don’t you have any sense of privacy? Come on, let’s not pretend we know each other anymore.”

“Hmph……. Why do you suddenly want to drop me like this? Are you, my friend, up to something funny?”

“Ack! Don’t even think about it! Let’s just stay strangers. Please stay out of my business.”

Callisto’s eyes glowed with amusement, even as he pretended to be busy with something. Eve wasn’t sure why he was so intrigued and delighted by her constant whining, but it was quite annoying.

‘I’ve baited him this much, he’s going to bite.’

She passed the time waiting for her prey to be caught in the trap. Three or four days passed quickly.

As predicted, on Saturday afternoon, just in time for afternoon tea, Eve found herself in Alberic’s parlor. She’d warned him about the “etiquette time” beforehand, and he’d reserved it for her.

As if on cue, as soon as she walked in, all occupants filed out, leaving the two of them alone.

The moment the parlor door closed behind them, Eve felt a faint breeze from somewhere. She barely caught the corner of her mouth from turning up.

“Follow me.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve gotten the things you sent to …… and they’re good leather.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. I’m very…… looking forward to it.”

They entered the private office through a door that connected to the parlor. He touched something in front of the courtesy bookcase, and a familiar chamber appeared. Eve heard a small intake of breath behind her. Apparently, the prey had taken the bait.

The two stepped into the punishment room. A three-seater couch, as she had demanded some time ago, was set up against one wall, quite wide. It was a workaround because the entrance wasn’t wide enough to accommodate a bed.

When Eve felt they were all inside, she suddenly yelped and went to the back, touching the candlestick to close the entrance. Now no one could escape in the middle. Eve smiled, relieved, and turned her attention back to the familiar decorative cabinet.

“I suppose we’d better try the new one, huh?”

“It’s a shape I’ve never seen before.”

“This wide paddle gives you a blow that feels like a palm strike, and the tail whip is light but stinging because it’s multi-stranded. So let’s stick with those two for today.”

“Okay.”

Eve and Alberic chatted and pondered in front of the decorative cabinet until they settled on a wide leather paddle, a flogger whip with a multi-stranded tail, that had recently been sent to them from a leather workshop. With paddle and whip in hand, Eve turned to Alberic.

“Here we go.”

He hesitated a moment at her words, but then knelt down in front of her. Eve led him, now accustomed to crawling on all fours, to the dark leather couch and sat down. Alberic knelt at her feet, waiting for the next command.

“You’re going to take off your top today.”

“Ah…….”

“You don’t want to?”

“That’s…….”

“Take it off.”

Eve repeated, smirking. The corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes were cold and nervous as he pulled the first button of his cotton shirt out of the buttonhole with trembling fingertips. He slid his hand down a bit to the second button, but kept hesitating, fumbling with the underside of the button.

Tsak!

For a moment, Alberic had a starry vision. A thunderous palm slapped him across the cheek. His glasses scraped against the bridge of his nose and flew off into the distance. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold back the rising tide of fear.

“If I talk nice, you should listen.”

Eve cupped both of his cheeks in one hand and squeezed, pulling him toward her. Alberic’s body leaned forward, and in the next instant, his cheeks jerked violently to the left with another intense friction sound.

The barrage of slaps, again and again, stunned him. His cheeks had long since turned red, and the only saving grace was that he’d been clenching his teeth before the slap, so his mouth hadn’t been torn open. Eventually, his blue eyes began to water. Tears that reflexively pooled in pain as they fell indiscriminately down his face.

“You need to figure out where you stand. Hmm?”

Eve whispered, suddenly stroking his cheek gently with the back of her hand and the outside of her fingers. Her fingertips, rough from gripping the sword, skimmed along his jawline over his soft flesh.

Alberic kept his gaze down, fighting back tears, and quietly ran his hands over the buttons of his shirt.

One by one, his fingers undid the fastenings, and gradually the front of the shirt fell open. With a small gasp, he undid the buttons on his wrists one by one, balling them into fists for a moment before releasing them and slipping his arms out of the shirt. It was hot, and he was only wearing one layer of clothing, so he was immediately bare.

Eve reached down and took the shirt from him, tossing it roughly aside, then cupped Alberic’s chin again and tugged. He obediently went along with what she wanted. Eve leaned down and whispered, “Good boy,” in his ear, then blew hot air into his ear. Flinching, Albericc’s body responded violently.

Giggling, Eve stood up from the couch and instructed him to lie on his stomach with his hands on the couch. He staggered a little from being on his knees for so long, then stood up and bent over, gripping the couch with his hands. Smooth white flesh was exposed, defenseless.

She felt like she was the first person to walk on white snow. Eve was consumed with the desire to stain his white flesh red with her own marks. Long, drawn-out red marks would look so good against his white skin.

Eve bit her lower lip. Let’s not get carried away. Gently, as one would handle a young animal. Gently, as one would handle a young animal. Eve kept repeating to herself and gripped the handle of the multi-stranded flogger whip she kept on the couch.

“I’m going to start by counting to fifty. Keep your count straight, and don’t let your posture slip, because if your waist gets low or your hands go behind your back, I’m going to start over, okay?”

“Y, yes…….”

“Good.”

Eve stood to his left and ran her hands through the strands of tails. It felt like good quality leather when she slapped him. I’m good to go, she thought, and gently grasped the whip’s long bundle of tails in one hand, pulled the whip out of her hand as if she were pawing at it, and struck it from top to bottom.

There was a crack, the sound of countless thin leather straps slapping against flesh. 

Alberic whimpered and sobbed, startled by the unexpected pain, and Eve swung her arm around and struck him three or four more times. All that could be heard was the crack of each blow and the sobs of pain. Eve paused, narrowed her eyes, and said.

“You’re not counting at all. Have you become an idiot in the last few days?”

“Hm, ugh……. Ugh…….”

“Try counting from one again.”

“Ah……. Ugh……. Yes…….”

The stimulation of the flogger whip was apparently unfamiliar to the man, who had been spanked with a thin wooden bullwhip or palm at best, so he was not adjusting to the unfamiliar pain of the new tool at all. Eve curled the tails of the whip again, this time to the left, clasping them tightly together, and swung it as if to pluck. The curled tails bunched tightly together, creating a crack that was unexpectedly powerful for such a thin strand of whip.

Crack!

“Ugh, ha…… one…….”

Eve swung the whip without stopping. With a snap of her wrist, she tickled his back weakly, as if to dust him off, and then, when she felt the muscles in his back relax a little, she brought it back together and brought it down hard. The sound of cutting air mingled with the friction of tearing flesh. Each time, Alberic strained his legs, trying to keep his body still. Before long, his white back was stained a bright red, as if he’d been colored in flowers.

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