From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 187

This work contains scenes of sadistic coercion and hardcore depictions of BDSM. Reader discretion is advised.

Day and night disappeared. Time was distorted.

“…You haven’t eaten at all, Rzel.”

At Theogrim’s voice, Arzeletta opened her hazy eyes. Her eyelids, which were drugged, felt heavy.

Tsk, his voice, as he clicked his tongue, was full of sorrow.

“If you don’t eat like this every day, you’ll ruin your health.”

“……”

“I’ll feed you today.”

Click, she heard the sound of something being set on a table. Then, the soft bedding sank deeply.

Soon she was lifted up into Theogrim’s arms.

Arzeletta blinked her heavy eyelashes. In her blurry vision, she saw his elegantly sculpted neck and his white shirt. The thigh that was holding her up in a sitting position was firm. She was already used to every part of his body, which looked thin but was flawlessly rigid.

Arzeletta sat on Theogrim’s thigh and leaned her back against his chest.

She had been dizzy all along from the effects of the medicine. She could not distinguish between dreams and reality well.

“Open your mouth and say ah, Rzel.”

It was a gentle voice, as if he was talking to a baby. Arzeletta slightly parted her lips, leaning her head back as if to rest on his arm that was supporting her.

She could smell the savory and soft scent of soup. A small spoonful of soup moistened her lips and flowed onto her tongue.

Arzeletta ate the soup, half in a daze.

“Good girl.”

“……”

“I was going to feed you only good things, but look at you. You look thinner. Come on, open your mouth again.”

Soft soup once again flowed through her lips, which parted without resistance at his command. Theogrim looked on happily as the spoon he was holding touched her lips and the carefully prepared soup flowed onto her tongue.

Arzeletta did not resist Theogrim’s command.

Even if she did, in the end, everything would be done according to his will.

If she did not open her mouth, he would open it with his tongue, and he would definitely make her swallow it, even if he had to sweet-talk her all day long.

Click.

The empty soup bowl was placed on the table.

Theogrim raised his thumb and wiped Arzeletta’s lips. Theogrim, who casually licked what had been left on his finger with his tongue, stroked Arzeletta. As if he was praising a good child.

“You did well, Rzel. Was it delicious?”

“……”

“It seems you eat well only when I am here. I’ll make sure to prepare your meals myself as much as possible. I’m sorry.”

Arzeletta flinched and stiffened her body. Every time he brought a meal, he held Arzeletta without a single exception.

It was a persistent act, as if to make up for all the time they had spent apart.

“Ah…”

At his fingers coming between her legs after he lifted her skirt, Arzeletta turned red and tilted her head back. She could not guess when it had happened because her sense of time was distorted, but the marks he had left after their last s*x were still soaking Arzeletta’s insides.

“You’re holding it well, Rzel. Cute.”

“Hmph…”

“Don’t let it spill and hold it for me. Just the thought that you’re holding mine makes me feel warm all day, Rzel.”

Theogrim kissed the tip of Arzeletta’s nose as if to praise her. Swish, even at that small movement, the delicate fabric she was wearing swayed like waves.

In the white-painted mahogany closet, there were more than a hundred of these clothes. Each and every one of them was a dazzlingly elegant and beautiful piece of clothing.

The luxurious and light fabric was so light that it did not feel like she was wearing anything, and it was confusing Arzeletta’s senses. Even as she was dressed in new clothes by Theogrim’s hands every day, she could not distinguish whether she was dressed or naked.

After she was dressed, it was her turn to be undressed by his hands, so that distinction might not have been important.

“Ah…!”

Arzeletta was once again buried in the bedding. Theogrim admired the sight of Arzeletta lying in bed wearing the clothes he had gifted her, with an enchanted look in his eyes.

It was a simple yet elegant dress, like a toga worn by an ancient goddess. Thanks to the clear pearl-colored fabric, Arzeletta’s exposed shoulders and arms were even more dazzling.

The fluttering chiffon draped over her arms was like wings. They were the wings that she had willingly lost when she chose Theogrim, and which he had now put back on for her. Arzeletta could fly anywhere with the wings he had given her. As long as it was inside Theogrim’s bed.

As Theogrim’s fingers slightly pulled down the flap of her clothes, her chest, which had been hidden inside the smooth fabric, was lightly revealed. It was so easy.

“Mm…”

“Rzel…”