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"Please fuck me here."
The moment those words left Dayke's mouth, the atmosphere in the cave turned ice-cold.
For a brief second, no one said a word—then an outpouring of furious voices erupted from the knights, all directed at him.
"What kind of crazy talk is that?!"
"So the human finally shows his true colors!"
"He's lying! There's no way he knows how to get us out!"
The elves all glared at Dayke, their anger flaring as suspicion filled the air. Not one of them believed him. Their resentment, already simmering, had burst into full-blown rage.
But while the others raged, the one who should have been the most resolute—their leader—stood frozen. Because she was afraid.
And that fear was justified.
Dayke had always calculated every step he took, shaping situations so no one could refuse him. This time was no different. Agnes instinctively sensed it. If she made the wrong move, she might end up dancing to his tune—again—right in front of her own subordinates.
"This is a spell designed to eternally isolate a space," Dayke said, his voice calm and confident. "I guarantee no one will leave here unless I undo it. And unless you do exactly what I ask, I won't."
Despite his composure, the elves refused to be swayed.
"Captain, just ignore him! He's bluffing. There has to be a way out!"
"…"
"Captain? Did you hear me?"
"Ah, yes… Yes, you're right. There must be some way…"
Taking her uncertain answer as approval, the elves resumed their frantic efforts, completely shutting Dayke out.
They swung their weapons at the transparent barrier. They cast every spell they knew. They tried every tactic imaginable.
But nothing worked.
Time passed.
An hour. Then two. Then three.
No progress. No signs of escape.
"How long have we been trapped?"
"Why… is it still daylight?"
"This can't be real. We've been here for hours. It has to be longer."
"That's the nature of this place," Dayke said, his voice cutting through the growing despair. "Time doesn't move here. This space is completely cut off from the outside world."
The elves, already worn down by their failed attempts, were visibly shaken. Dayke's words hit them hard, and an oppressive silence slowly settled over the cave once again. Their expressions grew darker with fear.
There were still many elves who did not give up and were looking for a way, but the number of elves who were losing motivation due to their efforts making no progress was increasing.
Among them, the one in deepest agony was none other than Agnes.
'Because of me… ! If only I had dealt with the goblin sooner… !'
She always cherishes her subordinates like her own sisters.
It was natural for her to feel guilty about her current situation, as her leader even went out of her way to investigate alone out of fear that it would be difficult for her subordinates.
"Are we going to starve to death in here?"
"We're finished…"
"Open it! Let me out!"
Desperate cries and angry shouts erupted throughout the cave, blending into a chaotic roar.
The more their voices filled the air, the harder Agnes' heart pounded. The weight of guilt pressed down on her chest like a boulder. These people were like family to her. And now, because of her hesitation and misjudgment, they were trapped with no way out.
Her hands wouldn't stop trembling.
'…What is Dayke doing?'
Her gaze shifted toward him without even realizing it.
While the knights panicked and screamed, Dayke sat calmly on the floor, completely unfazed. In this desperate moment, his unbothered posture no longer seemed arrogant or defiant. It felt strangely composed—powerful, even.
'He's the only one who can really change this situation…'
Then, one of the elves finally broke.
"This is useless. Let's just get the answer out of Dayke."
"Yes! If he won't talk, we'll beat it out of him!"
They rushed toward the human, faces twisted in fury.
Yet Dayke showed no hint of fear. His voice remained steady and cold.
"Do as you like. I've got no regrets left anyway. If we all die in here, so be it."
"Don't play games! Do you think we'll let you get away with that attitude?"
"You'll beg when death is at your door! Speak while you can!"
"No. I won't say a word until the leader asks me herself."
The elves, now consumed by rage, stepped in even closer. But Dayke didn't flinch. His refusal only made their fury boil over.
The air in the cave grew heavy with the threat of violence.
Watching it all unfold, Agnes felt as if her chest might burst.
If Dayke died here… they might never escape.
And if she delayed her decision any longer, her sisters could starve to death, all because of her pride.
Her fear overtook her, and she screamed before anyone could raise a hand.
"Wait! You must not harm Dayke!"
"But Captain, this is the only way—!"
"No! He won't yield to threats. You all know it. I know it."
Though her words met resistance, Agnes' tone left no room for argument.
She had witnessed that unyielding will in Dayke before. That twisted resolve. The kind of cold determination that couldn't be moved by pain or fear.
She didn't know what drove him—what burned so fiercely behind those eyes—but she had felt it.
And it had somehow passed into her as well.
'…In the end, I have no choice but to accept it.'
If it meant sparing her sisters the weight of bloodshed…
If she could save them by sacrificing just this one body of hers…
Then, as their leader, she would endure a humiliation worse than death.
Her mind made up, Agnes stepped forward and asked with a composed voice.
"Dayke. Are you really certain you can get us out of here?"
"Yes. Has anything I've told you so far ever been wrong?"
'…I just have to endure it.'
She repeated the words in her heart like a vow.
The elves stared at their captain, their eyes filled with disbelief and unease.
And then, they heard the words they had never expected to hear.
"I will do whatever you want."
——
——
It had finally gone according to plan.
Although the elves voiced their opposition to Agnes' decision, the moment she declared that she would do anything for her sisters, the cave fell into silence.
Now, Agnes stood beside me, following my instructions, while the rest of the elves gathered at the front, watching us closely. Their eyes were filled with hostility toward me, but also deep concern for their leader.
That conflicting gaze made this moment all the more satisfying.
"First," I said, calmly, "remove everything you're wearing. Every last piece."
"…"
"You think you'll get away with this? If the Queen finds out, she'll make sure you suffer!"
One of her subordinates stepped forward, shouting on her behalf. But this was a matter already settled between me and Agnes. She didn't even flinch.
"Then the Queen will know the leader was with me by choice."
"…What?"
The elf's voice cracked with disbelief. My calm, composed tone had shifted. She couldn't find the words to respond.
But I didn't need to say more. Everyone here understood what I meant. They all knew what kind of person the queen was.
"What do you think will happen to your leader if the Queen finds out?"
Rank didn't matter among these elves. Their bond was more than just military. They were like family. All of them, except Fine, had fought side by side in the brutal war against the Demon King's army.
None of them wanted to see their leader, a sister to them all, cast away by the Queen—especially not because of a disgrace like this. A disgrace caused by a human.
"…If we ever get out of here, I swear I'll cut your head off."
"Do as you like."
Another threat—empty and harmless. I brushed it off without effort.
None of them would lay a hand on me, not as long as I had Agnes in my grasp. And even if they did, the warning message from the system remained active. I wasn't afraid.
After all, what good would it do to stir up resentment from the Elven Knights?
But it didn't matter. The steps I'd taken so far were enough to manage whatever happened next. More importantly, my goal wasn't survival or peace.
It was revenge.
And for that, any risk was worth taking.
"You son of a bitch!"
When the knights were shaking with anger, Agnes, who had been quiet, turned to her knights and said,
"…Even if you leave here, you must not touch this man. If something goes wrong with this man, the princess will be sad."
I never would have thought that Agnes would protect me, even using a far-fetched excuse.
But after thinking about it a little, I realized what she meant.
She already tried to kill me and was retaliated against, so she probably doesn't want the same thing to happen to her subordinates.
Naturally, it was an order her subordinates couldn't easily accept.
"But if we let that guy do as he pleases, what's stopping him from going after the rest of the sisters too?"
"…No. That won't happen as long as none of you provoke him."
"Captain, how can you say that…??"
Before she could answer, I responded for her.
"Because I've only ever laid my hands on your leader."
"What…?"
The elves' expressions twisted in disbelief, and Agnes lowered her head. She had expected this moment—dreading it, yet knowing it would come.
"When humans live, their desires build up. Sooner or later, they need an outlet. That's why I've… relied on your leader a little."
"You think we'd believe something like that?!"
"There's no way that's true…"
"That's nonsense. Right Captain…?"
"…"
Agnes didn't reply.
But her shaking fists and tightly pressed lips spoke louder than any words.
"If you simply ignore it, just like before, nothing else will happen."
"…Yes. Just like he said. As long as I continue to bear it, and you all stay silent, everything will remain as it is. So, for now, please do as he says. Do not challenge him again. That's both an order and a plea from me."
"You heard her. Don't move. Just stay where you are and keep watching."
As I finished speaking, Agnes turned her eyes away from her subordinates and looked straight at me.
"Promise me. You'll never touch the others."
"I promise. Now, take it off."
She followed my orders and became completely naked.
Among the knights, there were some who lowered their heads because they could not bear to see the leader without even a single ounce of clothing, and there were also elves who glared at me as if they were going to kill me.
"You must be nervous because it's your first time doing it in front of others, right?"
When I asked playfully, Agnes' heavy voice returned.
"I had no idea you were at this low. It makes me wonder where the end will be."
Her eyes towards me were full of contempt.
She doesn't know why something like this happens to her, so she feels like she was the main character in a tragic movie.
But I had no reason to show her sympathy.
"I'll make you understand, so kneel down."
I pulled down my pants as I saw her kneeling in front of me.
When my not-yet-erect dick was revealed, the elves were shocked, as if they had seen something they couldn't see, but that reaction didn't shake me one bit.
"Make it bigger yourself."
"…"
Agnes, who hesitated, lifted my cock with her hand, took my dick in her mouth and began to gently suck it.
Because she has already done it several times, she seems to be stimulating my dick more skillfully than the first time.
The subordinates, unable to accept reality even after seeing this, sighed, and even as they did so, Agnes' tongue and lips were gently grazing my balls.
"Huup…Slurp… Haup."
She, who had always carried herself with unwavering dignity, now revealed herself as a woman—for the first time—in front of her subordinates.
That fact made the blood rush to my crotch, and my limp cock came back to its original state.
"Well, what is that…"
"It's gross and disgusting."
"You're not a human, you're a monster."
Elves began to criticize my dick with disgusted faces.
I was also curious about the leader's reaction when she accepted that disgusting object.
"Agnes, beg me to fuck you like usual."
"W-what?"
Agnes was embarrassed and asked back.
It was a natural reaction.
Although I had been fucking her whenever I could, it was rare for me to give her orders like this.
"What should I do…??"
"Try to do it like usual? Just like usual."
Agnes, who was hesitant, avoided my eyes and muttered.
"Uh, hurry up and give me your dick…"
This was already shocking enough for her subordinate knights, and it was a shameful sight for the Agnes herself.
But I wanted her to feel stronger shame.
"That's not it. More blatant and active. Just like you've been doing."
"Yes… Put your cock in me…"
"No. Didn't you want to get out of here? Then you should do it right."
"Tsk…"
Agnes bit her lip at my firm answer.
She seemed to be at a loss as she didn't know what to do, so I decided to help her in the end.
"You turned around, opened your pussy, called me master and begged me to fuck your horny pussy."
"When did I…!"
Agnes swallowed back the words that had escaped her lips without realizing it.
It seemed she had remembered that refusal was not an option if she wanted to save her knights.
She reluctantly turned around, opened her pussy to me, closed her eyes tightly, and said.
"Master… Please put your cock in my slutty pussy."