From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 9
Surrounded by the gazes of burly men, Arzeletta stood with her body exposed, politely placing her hands in front of her. She planned to escape this situation as meekly as possible.
“Going to do the laundry, monster?”
She gave a small nod. Being called a monster didn’t even qualify as an insult. It was simply like calling her by name. Like calling a tree a tree, or a butterfly a butterfly.
“Take mine too. I haven’t changed clothes.”
“Th-then, if you take them off now, I’ll wash them right away.”
“Well, look at this. You’re making a sick man work? You’re supposed to undress me. That’s your job, isn’t it? Monster.”
The man, whose limbs were clearly in good condition, said so and jerked his chin at Arzeletta. She hesitated as she stepped closer. With four beds around—no, with the eyes of the men trapping her—she was naturally enclosed.
“Kyaa…!”
A man behind her grabbed Arzeletta’s waist.
Seemingly pleased by how snug her waist fit into his large hand, the scarred man let out a lewd chuckle.
“Pretty slender, aren’t you? Even your lines are lovely.”
“Let—let go, please.”
Arzeletta pleaded in a small voice. She knew they wouldn’t listen, but there was nothing else she could say.
She knew very well that this kind of powerless resistance was what they wanted.
She didn’t want to provoke them in the slightest. Being mildly harassed was far safer than upsetting their moods.
Her delicate waist and lower abdomen were groped by the coarse hands of a low-ranking knight. Arzeletta’s cheeks burned. Whether it was fear, shame, or humiliation, she couldn’t tell what emotion was setting fire to her pale face.
“What can you do with this barely-a-handful waist?”
“Feels like she’d snap if you shake her just a bit.”
Amidst their snickering, Arzeletta squirmed like prey caught in a trap. The feeble and pitiful struggle of a maid only excited them more.
“You fools. Thin girls like this are more useful if you break them in properly. Don’t you know that?”
“True. Big meat’s just tough. The small ones are softer. Got that clean-to-the-bone flavor too.”
“Break her in well, yeah? Make her twist her hips like this, like this.”
As the hand gripping her waist moved back and forth, Arzeletta’s tied-up hair came loose.
Black hair tumbled down her pale, slender nape. Through the thin clothes, the soft, full curves of her chest—white like tender bread—showed faintly. As the waves of black hair rolled over her figure, the eyes of the surrounding men glinted even more viciously.
“…Come over here and take the laundry.”
The long-haired man called Arzeletta closer. Still held by the waist, she trembled and stepped half a pace toward him.
Though just a low-ranking knight, the long-haired man’s body was solid. Muscles built from harsh training and labor. His rugged body, like a rock ready to strike, twitched as if it might pounce on Arzeletta at any moment.
The man patted his bandaged arm as if to show it off, then pointed to his crotch with his chin.
Arzeletta bit her lip, unseen. It was familiar. Familiar harassment, yet she still hated it.
But surrounded by four burly men like this, there was no way out. There would be no one here to help her.
“But, the pants, should I collect them?” Arzeletta managed to ask in a thin voice, though she knew it was an obvious question.
“Are you kidding? I haven’t changed my underwear. Take them properly and wash them.” The man clicked his tongue, pointing to his crotch again with his chin, his eyes burning with heat.
Arzeletta, with trembling hands, grabbed the man’s pants and pulled them down. She squeezed her eyes shut when she saw his hair-covered thighs.
“Take the rest off.”
The underwear, clearly showing the shape of a thick p***s, was filthy. A sticky smell wafted from the dirty stains.
Arzeletta held her breath. The p***s squirmed like a coiled snake within the messy fabric. Hesitating, unable to reach out further, Arzeletta craned her neck back and screamed.
“…Ah!”
A hand fumbled at her waist, then lifted her skirt. As the man kneaded Arzeletta’s b******s, barely covered by flimsy underwear beneath a thin skirt, he chuckled.
“Seeing you still standing there, it looks like you want to stay here longer, huh?”
“No, that’s not…!”
She struggled, shaking only her head. Her mind was a complete blank. Even though this happened every time. Even though she knew no one would help her.
