I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 6 Part 3

06. Curiosity Kills the Cat (3)

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Eve’s cruel laughter mingled with the man’s cries, and his barking, mimicking a dog, went back and forth for a long time.

Looking down at the shame-stricken Alberic, Eve laughed harshly, she suddenly lowered her voice and whispered sweetly.

“You don’t like barking, then why don’t you try not to make a sound from now until we’re done instead? But if you open your mouth and make a sound even once, I’ll punish you.”

“Please, stop…”

“Easy…”

Alberic lay on the floor, being trampled on between his legs, and being molested, yet his body perceived it as pleasure. Dazed by the onslaught, he closed his eyes tightly, as if to let it all go, and clamped his hand over his mouth, while stifling a moan as he bit his tongue inside his mouth.

Eve pressed the tip of her hard shoe down over his shaft. Alberic’s waist jerked intermittently, but he kept his mouth shut and grunted.

“Holding up well, huh?”

Eve smirked, while strutting her foot about on his pants, then teasing him with a side-to-side squeeze. Alberic’s face, which had been doing his best to clamp his mouth down, could be seen heating up with excitement little by little.

Even as she teased him with her foot, she still lifted her head and glanced toward where she sensed Callisto stirring up. Out of the corner of her eye, she could hear a small gulp and swallowing of saliva. Eve stifled an inward chuckle, thinking it was a fairly innocent reaction for someone his age.

Alberic’s eyes, which had been shuttered by the relentless footwork, slowly opened. Blue eyes peeked out from beneath the fluttering, colored lashes. Eve felt his body shift and bounce, and she pushed a little harder, crushing him between his legs. She could feel his breathing getting faster and faster.

Just a little more, just a little more…. Just as his thigh muscles were quivering and his lower back was clenching, Eve abruptly removed her foot from his body. Alberic sucked in a sharp breath and opened his mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah…! No, no..!”

“Oh, no. I told you not to make a sound.”

“Uh, ah… please, please… Hah, hah…”

“I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Oh, master, master, please..!”

Alberic forced his trembling arms to pull his upper body upright, then crawled over to Eve, who had taken a step back. He crawled over towards Eve’s feet and she gently stroked his cheek as he clung to her, his face contorted in anguish, and she whispered,

“As a punishment, we’re going to end the play here, you should have held it together.”

“Huk, hah… no, please…”

“It’s a punishment, okay, be a good boy.”

“Ugh… E—Evelyn.. Master, Master…”

“I’m not going to let you off the hook, no matter how much you squirm, big brother, the play is over.”

Eve squatted down and stroked his sobbing head, tears streaming down his face. After finally realizing that her words were sincere, he slowly removed his hand from the hem of her skirt that he had been clutching. Alberic’s eyes locked on the floor and he bit his lip hard, seemingly trying to force back the tears.

Suddenly, from the corner of the chamber, a cluster of light burst forth as if Callisto had opened a magic circle. By the time Eve turned her head, only shards of light remained, crumbling to the floor and fading away. It seemed that he had been frightened after witnessing the sight of Alberic’s complete collapse and fled. With his back to the circle, Alberic wasn’t able to see any traces left by the sneaky little magician.

Eve swallowed hard a sneer that threatened to burst out of her mouth, then faked a kindly smile and whispered softly.

“Ah, it won’t be long before you’re going back to school, right?”

“Uh… That’s right.”

“Well, study hard and I’ll spoil you when you get back, but you’ll have to hold on tight.”

Eve laughed sweetly and softly, as if whispering words of love, and lifted Alberic’s face with both hands, while cupping both his cheeks. She ran her thumb across the reddened corners of his eyes, and the tears pooled again in his pale blue eyes and slid down his cheeks.

“No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to feel joy the normal way again.”

“Ugh…”

“There will always be an empty hole in your heart, my dear.”

“You, you…”

“That’s right, I taught you, brother, how to be happy.”

“You… will go to hell.”

“Ahahaha!”

Alberic gritted his teeth and glared at Eve with teary eyes. He realized now that this was a trap, but he had crawled into it himself, and he couldn’t see himself getting out of this pit. In fact, he didn’t even want to. He knew this was a poisoned apple, but he would have to bite into it anyway. Alberic was strongly convinced that it wouldn’t be long before he would be placing the leash in her hands himself.

He shouldn’t have accepted her offer, shouldn’t have drawn up a contract, shouldn’t have touched her, should have pretended he didn’t know her, as he had from the beginning. But the water had already been spilled. This was the ending that was meant to be. Eve would be Eve, and Alberic would be Alberic.

“You’re being cute. I’ll torture you as much as you want when you graduate. You can’t turn back now anyway.”

“…….”

“You can’t say no. I’m looking forward to it, aren’t you?”

Alberic squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He was as quick to understand his own predicament as he was wise. Desire, once it sprouts into the surface, it could spread like a wildfire across a parched field.

Alberic could no longer pretend it wasn’t there. He could no longer pretend he wasn’t aware of it. He could no longer keep the secret hidden for the rest of his life, nor did he have the courage to reveal it to another person and beg for pleasure. Desperate as he was, she was his only option.

Eve always smiled and gave him options. She made him believe he could pull himself out of the mud at will. No, in reality, he wouldn’t be able to shake off her hand even if he wanted to.

Just a moment ago, if he had verbally uttered the “safe word” to stop the play, Eve would have been happy to stop the taunting and end the game. But he chose not to. He destroyed himself with his own hands. Alberic’s face was a mess, colored with frustration. Eve looked at his broken face and laughed in amusement.

‘It’s easy for black-bellied, mentally disturbed kids to fall prey to self-obsession. They believe they’re not, but once they get a taste of it, they immediately fall apart. They act like they’re deviant, but they just don’t have the courage to face their own desires. Anyway, it’s easy for him because he’s a true pervert.’

“You can move, can’t you, my legs aren’t up to it today. So I’ll have to go first, I have dinner plans for the evening. So, go ahead and take a rest.”

Eve gave him a couple of pats on the cheeks, then shrugged and stood up, while snapping the candlestick to open the door to the chamber.

Humans are surprisingly sensitive and delicate creatures, and when we’re pushed so hard to be “Happy,” we can be just as easily depressed and tormented. It was sometimes referred to as “Sage time“, it was like a post-orgasmic moment of clarity which is commonly referred to as a drop.

The source of the negative emotions that Alberic was experiencing now was inevitably the Submissive-Drop that the submissive and the dominant partners experience after a play.

In a proper relationship, Eve would have stayed by his side, tending to his wounds, whispering that it was okay, and making sure he didn’t feel depressed. That’s what a proper Mistress would do, and that’s how the play would end.

‘But what’s pretty about aftercare?’

She didn’t want to give him much attention at all until the snotty-nosed man had first shed a tear and voluntarily licked the bottom of her shoe. To be honest, Eve didn’t feel much sympathy for him when she saw his pitiful, and tearful appearance.

To him, it was a punishment for a crime he hadn’t committed, but she didn’t think it was unreasonable. He was a scumbag who had already harmed enough innocent girls, even if he hadn’t done anything to her, he still deserved it.

“It’s simply the justice and retribution he deserves. Who says he gets to grab innocent girls and beat them up at will? Alas, this is called karma.”

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Back in the annex, Eve quickly gathered the tools she needed and moved them to her room in the main house. The prototypes of the tools Octavia had given her were disposable, so she hadn’t been able to test their effectiveness. Eve trusted Octavia, but no plan was perfect, so she set a double and triple-trap on the tool in case it didn’t work.

Having witnessed the whole shenanigans from start to finish, she wasn’t surprised that Callisto would run away and ask her what the hell she was doing. Eve calmly prepared herself for Callisto’s reaction.

‘If all else fails, I’ll just hit him in the back of the head.’

Eve opened a small tea pot and placed some dried white flowers in it. She’d dried the flowers herself, not hiring a maid to do it, as she’d brought back the “Isolde’s Tears” which was an item she had bought from her first trip to Octavia’s shop. There weren’t many to begin with, but after drying them in the moonlight, they seemed to shrink by half. I shook out all but a couple of the flowers and wondered if this would be enough, but decided to trust the game’s settings.

Isolde’s Tears, named after a woman who wept over her secret love, looks like a wildflower that most people don’t recognize, but it’s actually used as a sedative to calm the mind during the day and as a sleeping pill at night to help you fall asleep quickly. It was also used as an elixir for sword masters and mages who were sensitive to mana or auras, and it could work wonders even just with a small amount.

In game, Castel was particularly vulnerable to these petals, as they have no flavor or aroma, and when brewed into tea, they taste like persimmons. It was usually the crown prince or Callisto who fed it to him, and a mage with the health of a chick would be no match for the flower, which could easily subdue even a highly trained Sword Master.

Eve smirked and closed the lid of the pot.

The next morning, Eve drank her usual glass of lukewarm water, forced her bleary eyes open, and stretched out. After loosening up her muscles and doing a few bare-bones exercises, she washed up and ate breakfast.

She has a sumptuous breakfast which consists of warm country bread with a little butter, crispy bacon, a soft-boiled egg, and a salad. I’d be embarrassed to call it a normal salad —it was more like a big bowl full of fresh grass and vegetables with no dressing on top, but it wasn’t a bad meal.

The bread was warm and buttered, and when she bit into it, it had a familiar texture and flavor. Eve wolfed down the bread, bacon, and eggs, before pulling a salad bowl in front of her. She frowned as she tasted the bitter chicory on the tip of her tongue without the dressing. She plowed through the greenery like an elephant, as she recalled the buttery flavor she’d tasted earlier.

Unfortunately, or should I say fortunately, for some reason, Eve didn’t miss Korean food that much. The thought of rice, kimchi, and ramen would have killed her here. She thought that her body must have localized well. She patted her swollen stomach and left the room to change and get ready for her morning workout.

Weekend training wasn’t as intense. Margaret always seemed to be busy on Saturdays and Sundays for some reason, as if she had personal business going on, and Eve wanted at least one weekend off, so at some point they had an unspoken agreement that she would train on her own on weekends.

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