Chapter 13: An Elise-Filled Sunday (With a Side of Cecil)

Generally speaking, the scenario for a visual novel is composed by one or two writers.

However, in the case of 【The Vengeful Masked Demon and The Nobel Slaves】, the team was quite large, boasting four different writers. Each was responsible for a specific route or scenario... and the writer tasked with the route for Elise-from-the-future—commonly known as Elie—was a man of exceptionally peculiar tastes.

To put it bluntly, he was the pinnacle of perverted eroge writing.

His philosophy seemed to be, “It’s an 18+ game, so I can do whatever the hell I want, you got a problem with that?” This mindset manifested in a series of horrific, hardcore depictions that bordered on the grotesque. It was enough to make one wonder if it had crossed the line from "erotica" into "gore."

...Now then.

As for why I am engaging in this particular monologue?

It is to reconfirm just how dangerous a presence Elie truly is.

When one considers the "doom flags" surrounding Alvart Zesphiria, Cecil Imitation is usually cited as the prime example... but from my current perspective, she is practically harmless. Unless I start acting exactly like the original Alvart, there is no reason for us to become enemies.

On the other hand...

I must remain absolutely vigilant against a different kind of doom flag—one entirely separate from Cecil.

Specifically... the Elise who came from the future. Elie.

She is, quite literally, a walking eroge plot development.

Her overwhelming seductive power is nothing short of a threat. It is for that reason that I agonized over the situation, layering worry upon worry until finally—

Reluctantly, I decided to compromise my own principles.

—The next day.

It was my first weekend since enrolling in the academy.

However, there was nothing particularly "special" about my morning wake-up call. The moment my consciousness flared to life, I felt two distinct sensations.

The first was Lumiere. We had shared a bed again last night, and she was currently fast asleep, her soft limbs entwined around my entire body.

...The problem was the second sensation.

I shifted my gaze downward to assess the situation.

The sheets were bulging upward in a distinct mound.

The epicenter was my lower abdomen... but this wasn't just some morning physiological phenomenon. There was quite clearly a person burrowed under there.

And indeed, when I peeled back the sheet, I found her.

There was Elie, pressing her bountiful breasts firmly against my lower half.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

Her breathing was ragged. Her brown skin was slick with sweat, and her eyes were brimming with tears.

She looked exactly like an eroge heroine in the middle of providing "morning service" to the protagonist... yet, her actions were frozen just an inch from the finish line.

Not that this was by her own choice.

As proof, she looked up at me with a face full of pained longing.

"Fuu... fuu... P-please. I... I need to give Master his morning—"

"I restricted myself specifically to prevent that, Miss Elie," I interrupted.

The second unique ability dwelling within my body: 《Hallucinatory Hypnosis》.

I had previously used this power to bind myself. I did so because the moment I fell asleep, my body would transform into an "Oppression-type" eroge protagonist regardless of my actual will.

I had forced those shackles upon myself to ensure such incidents didn't occur...

But now, for the first time—and truly, from the very bottom of my heart, with a sense of profound loathing—I had used my second ability to strip another of their freedom and dignity.

Since such an act carried immense risk, I had desperately wanted to avoid it... but once I decided to bring her into my fold, I had no other choice.

"If I hadn't used my second ability to limit your movements... you would have likely made me 'finish' at least five times by now, given your skills."

"Hmph... Don't underestimate me, Master," Elie said, a hint of pride crossing her face. "By my estimate, it would have been at least seven."

She looked almost boastful, even though she was currently in a state where my second ability blocked every single direct 18+ action.

If I hadn't done this, she would have completely ignored my strict orders and ambushed me in my sleep.

The fact that she calls Alvart "Master" and swears absolute obedience is, in truth, purely superficial. Out of all the heroines, Elie is arguably the most self-serving. Unlike her student-aged self, her current incarnation is incredibly selfish.

But I suppose that’s natural. For her, any "punishment" or disadvantage resulting from her behavior is just another reward.

"...If I were to release the mental shackles, and I asked you to never ambush me in my sleep again, would you accept those terms?"

"O-of course! Do you truly think this submissive servant would ever betray her Master!?"

"Is your true intent not to 'betray' me intentionally just so you can receive a 'correction' from me?"

The moment I pointed it out, Elie let out a bitter, muffled groan of realization. Then—

"S-so what if it is!? It would feel good for both you and me, Master!"

Showing absolutely no remorse—and instead casting a heated, predatory gaze at the "masterpiece" right before her eyes—Elie shouted.

"Just hurry up and release the restraint, Master! Then let me serve your big, thick 'Master' as he deserves!"

Having completely abandoned all shame, she blurted out the next thought.

"You're already like this, anyway! You're clearly in full combat-ready mode!"

"...This is merely a morning physiological phenomenon. It is nothing more, and nothing less."

I said it, but in truth, it was a half-lie.

The thing is, this version of Elie is insanely sexy.

That lust-inducing brown skin.

Those tight, toned abs.

Those lewdly developed breasts and that plump, meaty backside.

Facing something like that, you'd have to be crazy not to get excited.

"............(Gulp.)"

"Mumu...!? Master, did you just gulp while looking at my naughty body!?"

"...No. I was simply lubricating a dry throat with saliva."

Well, I said that, but she had hit the bullseye.

"Hehehehe. It’s not good to hold back, Master. If you would just honestly release your desires, then this rock-hard, perfected thing—"

Trailing off, she began a lewd performance.

She spread her fingers, forming a ring perfectly sized for my girth... and then skillfully, vigorously, began a pumping motion in the air.

As she did so, she lewdly stuck out her tongue...

"Nn-leroh♥ Mchuu♥ Chubu♥"

She showed off her tongue technique as if boasting of her prowess.

...This overwhelming eroticism is Elie’s charm, but at the same time, it was the primary factor that led Alvart to his ruin.

In the original game's Elie Route, Alvart accepts her advice and crushes the doom flag known as Cecil. After that, he spends his days at the academy doing nothing but screwing, screwing, and more screwing...

Until finally, he dies during an intense bout of lovemaking with Elie.

To come and go at the same time... that’s something else, I thought.

Back when I was just a player, I had doubled over laughing at the "death by snu-snu" ending... but now, it wasn't funny in the slightest. After all, I’m the one on the chopping block now.

That is why I had to make a painful decision.

"Miss Elie."

"Hn...♥ What is it, Master?♥"

"For now."

"Oral, then?♥ Just like always, let me drown in your—"

"I shall manipulate your mind once more to ensure you cannot perform lewd acts in my presence."

My second ability, 《Hallucinatory Hypnosis》. I had hoped to never use it, yet I had now invoked it twice in a short span... completely driving Elie’s nymphomaniacal behavior into a forbidden zone.

"Nnaah...!? M-my... my identity is...!"

I had assumed that if I just made direct acts impossible, I would only need to worry about my own self-control... but no, that wouldn't work.

This woman is just too erotic. Even knowing that indulging in 18+ acts meant risking my own destruction, I still found myself wanting to lay a hand on her.

I suppose that’s why this "Slutty Monster" is considered the Correction Force's trump card.

"Ahhh...! Damn it...! I want to pull down Master’s pants...! And lick and suck his beloved thing... to my heart’s content...!"

Impossible. It is now absolutely impossible for her to initiate sexual acts toward me.

"U-gh...! Then, at least, let me show my own shameful state to Master...!"

Impossible. Even performing sexual acts on herself is now strictly forbidden in my presence.

"U-uuu...! To have even my last hope severed...! H-however... this... this might actually feel good too...♥"

Elie’s beautiful brown face melted into a dazed, lewd smile.

For now, I could consider this morning’s battle a total victory for me.

Take that, Correction Force. How do you like them apples? As I was shouting my triumph in my head—

"Wow~. This person is even worse than Lumi~. She’s like, totally gross~."

Lumiere, who had woken up at some point, muttered with a complex expression—a mix of disgust and mockery.

She then gave my cheek a "Chu♥" kiss as a morning greeting before speaking.

"Elie-san? How did the 'work' go~?"

She asked the very thing I had been meaning to bring up.

And Elie’s response was—

"Capture of the culprit—completed as of last night."

The messenger from the future, Elise Lucifor, isn't just a slutty monster.

In the future world, she served as Alvart’s right-hand woman, perfectly executing all manner of dirty work, from intelligence gathering to assassinations. Resolving a string of serial killings plaguing the academy was, for her, as easy as breathing.

"So, what is the plan, Master? If you command it, I shall go and end it this instant."

"Right. For starters... let’s hear the details on the culprit."

The name Elie spoke was that of an unknown male student (someone who never appeared in the original game).

As for why he had been committing these murders...

"So it was indeed a plot to frame Lady Clarice."

"Umu. It seems the one pulling the strings... is the First Princess."

"The First Princess... Sierra, was it?"

The name existed in Alvart’s memories. I recalled greeting her at the debutante ball.

Her right to the throne has been first in line since then, but... I suppose Clarice, who is gaining ground on her, is a nuisance. That sounds about right.

"What will you do? If Master commands it... I am prepared to take the First Princess’s head as well."

"No. There’s no need for that. As I mentioned before, capture the culprit tonight, gather the evidence, and leave him somewhere conspicuous. Naturally, do it in a way where no one knows who did it."

I have absolutely no intention of sticking my nose into the royal family’s political struggles. Doing something like that would only push my ideal of a quiet "mob" life even further away.

"Well, anyway... I suppose that settles one matter."

Thanks to Elise (Future), the event related to Clarice was taken care of.

However, the event surrounding Elise (Modern) had seen no resolution whatsoever. And today, I would be spending the entire day with her.

Bitter though it was, I had made that promise.

I wonder where Elise plans to take me? Trapped by that anxiety, I finished my preparations and headed to the school gate—the pre-arranged meeting spot.

There, I met up with my two waiting companions: Elise and Cecil.

"...A fine day to you."

"Umu! And to you, Alvart!"

It’s not fine at all. My future is looking pitch black.

"B-by the way... h-how is it? M-my casual wear..."

"You look exceedingly lovely. Truly, you are the very image of a refined, pure lady."

"H-fuhehehe. T-to be praised by you is a true honor!"

Future and Modern... if you added them together and divided by two, you'd probably get a perfect woman, I thought.

"I’m looking forward to today, Alvart-kun."

Cecil greeted me with a pleasant smile.

Cecil’s outfit was somewhat unisex, matching those androgynous looks perfectly.

"Yeah, looking forward to it. ...You have great taste, too. It really suits you."

I offered a bit of lip service, hoping to improve the other party's impression of me.

"Eh? R-really? When you say it like that... it’s kind of embarrassing."

Cute (Cute).

Is this Cecil a beautiful girl instead of a beautiful boy? In the original game, his or her gender wasn't fixed and changed depending on the route... Well, whatever Cecil is in this world doesn't really matter.

After all, I intend to work my hardest to ensure no flags are ever triggered with Cecil.

"Please just treat me like I’m part of the scenery. I really have no intention of getting in the way of you two."

Then why are you coming along? The question crossed my mind... but I didn't dig deeper. I had a feeling there was a landmine hidden there.

"Well then, let’s head out... or so I’d like to say."

"Is there a problem?"

"U-umu. Before we head to the destination, well... I-I want to go on a 'date'!"

"...As you wish."

Since I’m supposed to be in love with her, I couldn't exactly refuse.

And so, we headed into the Royal Capital. For a while, we walked around the city, soaking in the atmosphere of a date.

During this time, the way Elise acted was...

"Fufu. Even just walking like this makes my heart dance."

Combined with her peerless beauty, she was a truly charming presence.

"W-when the gentleman I love is by my side... i-it’s so different!"

Elise blushed, letting out a shy laugh.

...To be honest, she is exactly my type.

But I have to reject any future where I end up with her. Accepting that would mean accepting the eroge developments centered around her... and at the end of that path, a Bad Ending surely waits.

In this world, the Correction Force is constantly working to return things to the original script.

Just as I was thinking that, Elise spoke.

"Now then... I suppose it’s time for the main event."

Having apparently satisfied her desire for a date, Elise set a new course and began walking. Following her lead, we eventually arrived in front of a modest building.

"This is one of the orphanages my family supports."

"...I see."

"Today... I want you to spend time with the children here."

I wasn't sure what she was aiming for, but I couldn't refuse. So, I followed Elise inside the grounds along with Cecil.

Right then, a group of children came running out of the building.

"Ah! It’s Lady Elise!"

"Waa~! Lady Elise~!"

They ran toward her with sparkling eyes. It was a heartwarming, precious sight, but...

"Hm...? What’s wrong, everyone?"

There was something suspicious about the children who had rushed over.

"You’re all hurt... Did something happen?"

Yes. To varying degrees, they were all injured. Bandages wrapped around arms, legs, or faces—it was a painful sight. If it were just one or two, it might not be odd, but... when it’s all of them, that’s a different story.

"T-this is, well..."

"W-we..."

Tears began to well in the toddlers' eyes. To a child, they all looked at Elise like lambs seeking salvation.

In that instant, I knew.

Ah, this is definitely going to turn into a massive pain in the ass.

And then—

"Yo, you little brats!"

"We’ve come to play again today~!"

As if confirming my thoughts, the source of the trouble arrived from the other side.