From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 12
“Among all those women, you’re the prettiest.”
“……”
“Should I say pretty? You’re… not like a normal person. Everything about you is beautiful. Your chest, your body. Ah, and this cute rear.”
The man appraised Arzeletta in a conceited voice, as if offering great praise. Arzeletta shook her head weakly. She felt no gratitude at all.
Still, Arzeletta had hope.
In this domain where she had no one to protect her, among the many men who constantly tried to violate her, she had one weapon that allowed her to ultimately protect her body. It was…
“I, I’m…! A monster! Look at my back!!” Arzeletta screamed as the click of a buckle was heard.
The man, who was about to push into her, raised his head. A strange gleam flickered in his eyes, his face flushed monstrously red.
“Haven’t you heard the rumors? I’m… my body is cursed. If you touch me, you’ll become the same. Everyone’s saying that.”
“…Come to think of it, I forgot the most important thing.”
The man, who had been listening to her, half-rose.
“Turn around.”
However, that was only for a moment. The man turned Arzeletta’s body, making her cower.
The black hair covering Arzeletta’s back and shoulders spread out softly. As her hair parted and flowed like water over both shoulders, Arzeletta’s back was fully exposed. It was disfigured and melted, with hideous skin that looked as if it were festering and turning black.
The man buried his nose in Arzeletta’s back. He pressed his lips to the most grotesque part, which still looked unhealed, and licked the wound with his tongue.
“Aack…!”
Arzeletta cried out in surprise. As she squirmed to escape, the man, pressed against her, moved even closer.
A chill ran down her spine. It was the terror that surged when danger was imminent.
This man was not afraid of her wounds.
“This is the part that gets me most aroused, you know.”
“N-no.”
“I almost forgot, being enchanted by your face. Actually, this was the part I most wanted to lick. It’s truly strange.” The man chuckled.
“It’s always been like this. When I see women missing a leg or two eyes, it gets harder here.”
“What…!”
“Ha, this disgusting wound is unbelievably arousing. Every time you were treated like a monster, I wanted to tie you to the main road and lick this wound first. Though I held back because I didn’t want to be called a pervert by others.”
Arzeletta’s head was spinning. The words the knights had chattered about in the infirmary just moments ago echoed in her mind.
“That back of hers is always disgusting to look at. I wonder if it smells rotten.”
“Looking at her face and inner skin, you might get an e******n, but just seeing that back makes it shrivel up. Pfft.”
“Isn’t it thanks to that that she’s not tossed around everywhere and at least gets to live? If rumors got out that someone had fucked that monster, they’d be too ashamed to show their face.”
“What was it, didn’t they say there are perverts who get turned on by scars?”
“Ugh. Just thinking about it is disgusting. If there’s such a pervert, they’d be a match made in heaven, wouldn’t they?”
“Good girl. Lift your hips and spread your legs.” The man’s sticky voice clung to Arzeletta’s ear.
Arzeletta felt a different kind of fear now. This time, it was real.
He wasn’t just harassing her and playing with her, or feeling a sense of superiority by gawking at her hideous and grotesque wounds; he was truly intending to invade her body.
“It, it might be contagious…!”
“Don’t be stupid. If it were contagious, there’s no way that fastidious Ragnar would keep you in the castle. Everyone’s just being foolish.”
The man chuckled and grasped his fully e***t member.
Arzeletta’s body trembled violently.
As fear was fully conveyed from her small, delicate body, the man smiled with satisfaction. Thanks to those foolish bastards who believed this woman’s wounds were contagious, he could make this beautiful woman, untouched by anyone else, his own.
“It’s always scary the first time. But you’ll soon find you can’t live without this, so look forward to it.”
As the man strengthened his thrusts, he soothed Arzeletta, who was squirming and flailing her limbs while cowering. Arzeletta struggled desperately to escape.
“N-no! No!”
“Stop moaning. If you make any more noise, I’ll report you. Say you’re a fairy.”
Suddenly, Arzeletta’s body froze as if turned to stone.
