For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used. - Chapter 98: Taking A Breather (1)

After somehow consoling a teary Faye, I returned to the dormitory.

“Master, raise your arms high!”

“Like this?”

“Good job.”

Carla, with a soft smile, gently started to undress me with smooth hand movements.

Outerwear, shirt, pants.

Eventually, she left me in just my underwear, scrutinizing my body with a mischievous smile.

How manly. Yet, despite my flustered reaction, Carla thoroughly examined me before nodding.

“Master, haven’t you gained some muscle?”

“Muscle?”

I had walked a lot due to the academy’s vast grounds, but besides that, I hadn’t exercised much.

Perhaps only during sparring sessions?

Carla confidently affirmed, as I tilted my head in curiosity.

“Definitely. You were not too skinny or fat before; you were just average. But now you’ve gotten a bit firmer.”

“Really?”

Now that she mentioned it, it did seem possible.

Whether it was to verify or just out of personal interest.

I grabbed Carla’s wrist, which had been feeling up my abs.

“Stop that.”

“Ah…”

Carla sighed with disappointment, and I gave her a sly smile.

“It’s unfair to touch alone. Let me do the same.”

“Oh… That’s a fair point, Master.”

Carla, with sparkling ruby eyes, raised her arms high like I did just a moment ago.

As I undressed Carla and was about to touch her soft chest, Elisha’s incredulous voice shattered the perfect mood.

“Are you two really going to start as soon as you get home? There’s so much else to talk about, like Yandel’s rampant rumors, Faye’s achievements, or even today’s training!”

“Isn’t sex part of those ‘things to do’?”

“S-sex…! But can’t that wait till evening? It’s not even dark yet…”

Elisha blushed anew at the sudden mention of sex, and I shook my head.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don’t understand. If we do it before bed, we’ll be up all night. I have classes tomorrow, and I need enough sleep.”

“How long are you planning to go?!”

“Until I’m satisfied… just kidding. Actually, my libido has been stronger lately. I find it hard to concentrate on anything else.”

“That’s true. The elixir you took recently must have been quite effective. Lately, I have to help you relieve your sexual urges at least once a day.”

“What? But when you were learning elemental combinations from the master in the carriage…”

“That was a really intense lesson. Surely you don’t expect such an effort every day?”

“…Heh.”

Elisha, seemingly agreeing with this, didn’t argue further.

Carla blinked, noticing Elisha’s hesitation.

“So, Elisha, you don’t want to do it?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to… really, it’s not.”

Elisha, her face flushed red, kept glancing at my half-naked body.

Carla made a short snorting sound.

“Hmm…”

Suddenly, she pulled down my underwear.

“Hey!”

“Gasp!”

Elisha gasped at the sudden exposure of my privates.

Still an unfamiliar figure. Well, it was only my second time seeing it, so that made sense.

On the other hand, Carla looked at my abruptly rising lower body with a smile as if she was looking at something incredibly adorable.

Then, with a triumphant attitude, she teased Elisha.

“Elisha, you just watch from there. I will take all of Master’s… you know.”

“Eugh…”

Elisha, not knowing what to do, just hopped around in place.

Elisha was fundamentally a person with a strong sense of responsibility.

Now, after the first night, she acknowledges that she has become my slave. She must be thinking about fulfilling her duties as a slave.

Actually, even while grumbling here and there, she was thinking about how to be helpful to me.

Then, it must be just that she knew what to do but found it hard to say it out loud, hesitating.

It seemed like she needed a little push.

First, I lightly pinched Carla’s cheek.

“Eek!”

“Don’t tease Elisha too much. Only I will watch.”

“Huh?”

I didn’t pinch her that hard, but I pulled Carla, who was rubbing her cheek, towards the bed.

And then, sitting on the edge of the bed, I seated Carla between my legs.

“Carla, you take care of me here, and Elisha, strip off your clothes one layer at a time where I can see you well.”

“…Yes?”

“Ah! Master, you’re a genius…!”

Elisha, unable to believe what she just heard, widened her blue eyes in shock.

And Carla was genuinely admiring me.

I patted Carla’s head fondly.

“Hehe… Yum.”

Carla, giggling, took me into her mouth.

As I was enjoying the wet and tickling sensation from below, the confused Elisha cautiously asked me.

“That… Yandel? Should I really strip?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t you? Strip as sensually as you can.”

“Really, really?”

“Yeah. If you don’t want to become my exclusive elf farm, then hurry up and strip.”

“What…! Wait, how is that different from now?”

“It’s not.”

I just wanted to give Elisha an excuse.

Elisha chuckled and nodded at my nonchalant shrugging.

“Always caring in strange ways. Alright! Let’s see what happens when I give it my all!”

“Oh… If you do well, I might give you a fan as a reward.”

“…Can I pick it out?”

“Of course. It’s your reward, after all.”

As I said this, Carla, who had been burying her head in my lap, suddenly looked up.

“Master, Master!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“If I do well, will you give me a reward too?”

She said this, sticking out her tongue.

I tickled Carla’s chin, who looked like a panting puppy.

“Do you need anything? Carla, you’ve always been doing well, so you can ask for something a bit extravagant.”

“Hehe… I didn’t do that much… Um… I’ll tell you when you decide to give me a reward later!”

With that, Carla resumed her task.

That just made me more curious.

While I was internally speculating about what Carla might ask from me, Elisha, who had been left aside for a moment, stomped her feet and grumbled.

“Weren’t you supposed to enjoy watching me strip? Don’t just look at Carla; look at me too, Yandel.”

“Ah, right, I will.”

She must not want to lose to Carla… but her choice of words was somewhat odd.

I chuckled and turned my gaze straight ahead.

Then, Elisha, who had been holding her clothes with a tense expression, opened her mouth with a slightly softened smile.

“I’ll start now.”

Rustle.

Her waist was swaying from side to side. Buttons were coming undone one by one. The sound of clothes rustling and the increasing proportion of bare skin.

Elisha’s pale skin, gradually revealing itself, had an allure that captivated my gaze.

Her significantly swollen breasts, her plump thighs, and even her swaying giant bun hair.

Just looking at Elisha was exciting enough; she was the ultimate fantasy.

But.

Her waist swayed, but it was oddly creaky.

Her legs were taking awkward, strange steps.

And her clothes, which should flutter gently, moved abruptly with her shoulders.

“Wow… Elisha, you really can’t dance, can you?”

Elisha’s dance moves were terribly clumsy.

And it’s funny that she’s serious amidst all this.

“Ugh… then, how about this?!”

Hearing my harsh criticism, Elisha bit her lip and then, with a determined look, suddenly pulled off the clothes she was wearing.

Instead of gracefully shedding each layer to the beat, she stripped everything off at once, including her underwear.

Her elf appearance, bouncing breasts, and solid buttocks, starting from her thick lower body, came into full view.

“Yeah. Just standing still naked is much sexier than those weird joint twists.”

“…Joint twists? Was my dance really that bad? No, wait, it’s not over yet.”

Elisha, looking slightly miffed, awkwardly spread her legs and… started to sway her upper body from side to side.

Wobble, wobble.

“Crazy.”

Her pussy, clearly visible between her firm thighs and her breasts, were aggressively making their presence known.

A body too vulgar to be called a dance, yet too captivating to simply dismiss as vulgar.

Was she trying to make her shaking breasts more visible? Elisha put her arms behind her head.

Then she said with an embarrassed look…

“Say it again. How about this dance? Still not good? Or… are you excited by me and Carla taking care of you?”

“Doing it to Carla… well, it’s that kind of scenario…”.

Carla, with my member in her mouth, looked curious about what was happening behind her.

I gently stroked Carla’s head and asked.

“That’s not even a dance to begin with.”

“It is a dance! It’s a traditional elf dance!”

Elisha lied without hesitation. But she seemed to have a conscience, as she avoided eye contact.

Come on, a traditional dance where you expose your pussy and shake your breasts? Really?

And by the morally strict elves?

I snorted and tilted my head.

“Really? Then what’s the name of that dance?”

“Ha, the Elf Summoning Dance…?”

“……”