196th
Hassan, the Necromancer of the Black Star
196 ? Black Star Necromancer Hassan #7
Knock knock.
Closing the door to the inn room, I pulled over a chair in the corner and sat down roughly on it.
Then he spoke to Antiope, who was hesitating to hide her body from me.
“Make it look better.”
“what…?”
“You said you’d check with me. Then, instead of covering it with your hand, shouldn’t you make sure that every nook and cranny is clearly visible?”
Even I thought it was a plausible logic. Also, perhaps because of my recent experience of telling a lot of lies, my voice didn’t tremble even once even though I was saying something quite bold.
I wonder if my attitude is working out well?
Antiope’s blue eyes, flushed with shame and excitement, darted back and forth anxiously.
Like a candle in the wind.
It shakes severely from side to side.
“That’s it, that…”
Antiope, despite hearing my command, placed her palms on her chest and groin and did not know what to do.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and put that cover up. This is the last time I’m talking. There will be no next time.”
There is no next.
He brought up the story of when he had once threatened Antiope.
“… Ugh.”
Then Antiope bit her lower lip and twisted her body as if she didn’t know what to do.
After a while, I slowly took my hand off the part that was covering my chest.
Swaying-.
Then, her rather large breasts flowed down elastically. They were plump, smaller than Hippolyte’s, but still slightly larger than Luna’s.
What size is it? F? G? I don’t know.
The overall shape, like a water drop, was pretty, and although the areolas were a bit large, they were definitely beautiful breasts because the clean pink color was vivid.
“Ugh… .”
I also quite like the way she exposes her chest to me, her face turning bright red as she muses over her various emotions.
In fact, I’m so excited about this situation that my backside feels like it’s going to burst and my dick is pushing up so hard it’s almost piercing my pants.
But I hid my excitement and said a few more words in a rather cool tone.
“What are you doing? I have to clean up everything.”
I ordered her to move the palm that was covering her groin.
Some might think this was just an act of mere contempt, but in fact it was half true and half had a profound meaning.
I am now testing Antheope’s loyalty to see if she will betray me or not, and punishing her for torturing Luna and me.
Yes, this was corporal punishment.
In this cramped and shabby inn room, I am no longer a clumsy and sloppy bronze tier adventurer, but a vicious villain who reigns as the lord of hell.
And Antiope is not a member of the worldly-praised Knights Templar, but a mere templar who serves me, no better than a slave.
Acting is easier than you think. All you have to do is imitate how Elfriede treated me.
Sval, I think your experience as a slave to Elfriede will be helpful.
“hurry-.”
When I urged her on, Antiope trembled so violently that her mental confusion was clearly visible.
Then, she slowly removed her right hand that had been covering her groin. Soon, her blue pubic hair was revealed. It looked quite neat, perhaps because it was well-groomed.
Even though his head has turned white, the hair there is still the same.
As I felt a sense of wonder, I felt a kind of omnipotence at the fact that I was controlling that woman’s emotions and even controlling her actions.
“Ugh… .”
Of course, Antiope was in tears.
Her arms were flailing around, as if to show that she wanted to cover her body but could not because of my orders.
“Stay still. No, come closer.”
While I was at it, I made her come up to the chair I was sitting on.
The greaves on her feet made a clicking sound as she slowly approached me.
As we got closer, the pungent smell of cigarette smoke grew stronger, and soon she came close enough that I could touch her breasts if I reached out.
I asked.
“Why don’t you take off your shoes?”
“That, that is….”
Even though she had completely exposed her body, kneeling in shame, Antiope seemed to have not forgotten to cover her feet.
It must be because of the unique mindset of women in this world who value the soles of their feet.
Even if I were my own master, or rather, my own god, would I not be able to tolerate that?
Looking at it this way, I thought that the greaves she was wearing might be her final line of defense or pride against me.
How dare you show your pride to God.
There is no way this can be tolerated.
“Antiope, the picture keeper. Take off your shoes.”
“That, that alone… . A little bit…”
“I won’t say it twice. Take it off.”
“… .”
Tattooed woman Antiope furrowed her brow and shut her eyes tightly. She slowly lowered her head and eventually reached out to her feet.
Swaying.
As I looked down at her head and chest, her breasts hung down with considerable weight, and her white hair.
Click, click-.
She took off the two greaves and placed them neatly in the corner.
In the end, Antiope was left without even a single thread to cover her body, except for the crude tattoos written on her body.
There is nothing to hide her anymore.
A situation where both her pride and her defenses were completely neutralized.
“Huhhh… .”
Fidget, fidget.
Antiope’s feet are restless, moving their toes back and forth as if they are trying to cover each other.
It seemed as if he was mentally damaged to the point where even I, the viewer, felt uneasy.
It was more disturbing than when she exposed her chest or when she removed her hands that had been covering her pubic hair. It made me realize once again what it must feel like for women in this world to show their feet to men.
Honestly, I’m sick of it. The soles of my feet will be soft.
flaw-.
“Okay, fine. Next time you come to me for a checkup, show me exactly what you look like. Got it?”
“… .”
Antiope did not answer, either because she was too ashamed or because she was being sarcastic. How dare you not answer me? This is why punishment is necessary.
Swish.
I ended up reaching out my hand towards her thigh while still sitting on the chair.
Antiope trembled in fear as the palm of her hand approached her slowly, extremely slowly.
But he didn’t dare to grab my palm or cover his body, and just trembled like a deer caught in a trap.
Swish.
My palm soon reached the inside of her thigh.
He blatantly stroked her inner thigh. It was a very smooth, soft, and firm thigh, just like when he got the tattoo.
It’s so perverted that I can’t help but think, “How good would it feel to bury my face between those thighs?”
Swish, swish.
“Haa, huh… .”
I continued to stroke the inside of her thigh, but I was careful not to go too deep into her groin area.
In fact, my lust-filled head was desperately screaming for me to touch the valley between her slightly protruding legs.
I’m desperately holding back because I think a truly charismatic villain wouldn’t do something so shamelessly and blatantly revealing his sexual desires.
So I said this while lightly running one hand over the inside of her thigh, as if to make it clear that I was not doing anything lewd.
“From now on, answer my questions carefully. Every time you don’t answer properly, my hand will slowly move upward. Do you understand?”
“… .”
Antiope did not answer this time either, perhaps trying to show off her pride.
“I told you to answer straight. Don’t test my patience.”
That fact made me feel offended, so I lifted the palm that was skimming my thigh up about 5cm.
Antiope responds as if she is greatly embarrassed by my palm that is close to her groin.
“Ugh, yes, yes…!”
“Okay, good. Then I would like to ask how you have been doing. You said that your comrade is in this city. Did you manage to cover up your becoming my Templar without anyone finding out?”
“Yes, yes…! I, I originally changed my outerwear and hair a lot… so no one, no one thought it was strange….”
“But your sister, Hippolyta, is suspicious of me.”
“My, my older sister…?”
“Okay. If you ask about me, tell me you don’t know. Got it? No, since I’m a warrior who shows some potential, tell me to reduce the intensity of my training a little.”
“…yes.”
“Okay, you answered well, so I’ll give you a reward.”
I lowered my hand, which had been close to Antiope’s groin, about 3cm. At that, Antiope trembled as if she was really relieved.
“Picture Keeper. If you receive an award, you should say thank you.”
“…thank you….”
“Then here’s the next question. They say there’s another Templar Knight in this city besides you. Tell me what you know about him.”
“Oh, why would you need to do that? Lord Hassan, if you are truly a great god, you would already know everything….”
There was a strong suspicion in Antiope’s voice. As expected of a capable woman, she could not give up on the absurdity and suspiciousness of this situation.
It was as if she was lunging at me with a hidden knife.
There is no way such betrayal can be tolerated.
“Who told you to talk back? This is not the answer I want. So punish me.”
Swish.
I quickly raised my hand, which had been playing with her thigh, so close to her vagina. It felt so thrilling and thrilling to feel her plump labia almost touching my index finger.
It seems that it was the same for her who was being touched.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… .”
As he desperately apologized, I had a moment to wonder what on earth this situation was.
Outside the inn, I’m just a bronze tier adventurer who can barely stand shoulder to shoulder with her, let alone make eye contact.
Inside this inn, I really feel like I’ve become something great.
It’s amazing that a few wooden planks can change the cause-and-effect relationship like this.
But, if you think about it the other way around, it was at best a truth covered up with a wooden plank. If I were to do something wrong, it would be shattered and everything would be revealed, and if it were to be revealed, my head would be smashed.
So, I thought desperately about how I needed to solidify this relationship.
“I’m asking you questions about things I already know, because I want to test you. You’ll have to do a lot of work for me in the future, so I’m going to see if you’re a useful person or not.”
“that….”
“Antiope Grimkeeper. Are you claiming that you are a useless wretch? It will be easy for me to take you down and turn you into an obedient and useful skeleton soldier. Think carefully.”
“Is that so…?”
“Okay, I’ll give you another chance. Tell me about your fellow Templar Knight who is in this city.”
“Actually, I don’t know much about that guy….”
“what?”
Antiope is greatly embarrassed when I frown.
“Since the Temple Knights are made up of strong men gathered from all over the kingdom, there isn’t much personal friendship or interaction…!”
“So you’re saying you don’t know anything either?”
Ugh.
My hand, which had been skimming her thigh, soon seemed to be almost touching her vagina.
“Huh, huh…!”
Then, as if she could no longer bear it any longer, Antiope clenched her thighs tightly and wrapped her arms around my palms as if sealing them.
It feels so good to feel her soft thighs all over my palms and the backs of my hands. How nice it would be to bury my face between her warm flesh, or to put something else in it.
I felt really good, but I pretended to be angry and showed a serious anger.
“Do you dare to block my hand?”
I have often rebelled against Elfriede’s whipping.
Whipping. Trouble.
Hey, this kid!
Then Elfriede, who was even more angry, beat me without any mercy. That’s what it means to avoid punishment. Because the crime of contempt was added.
“… Ma, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you-!”
But my anger quickly subsided because Antiope was sobbing that it seemed as if she was about to burst into tears. When a woman cries, I, a weak-hearted person like me, might loosen up my acting skills and get caught in many ways.
So overall, I might be at greater risk.
“Okay, go ahead and say it.”
So I furrowed my brows, acting like I was angry and giving him one last chance.
“That’s it, that…”
Then, Antheope begins to stutter and continue speaking, panting and hesitating, “Huh, huh.”
“That’s it, the man’s, the man’s name is Vice Vine. Nothing is known about him other than that he is a Bacchus believer, a Bacchus believer-.”
“That’s all you know? Based on what I’ve found out, there must be a few more you can tell me?”
“Hey, Goblin! I heard you’re investigating the goblins…! Goblin!”
Antiope eventually cried out as if she had been asked a terrible question. But what she cried out was actually useful information.
Vice Vine, a follower of Bacchus who is investigating the goblins.
I have it firmly engraved in my mind.
As Hippolyta said, is it possible that the Knights Templar are conducting their own investigation into the Goblin King or something?
“Huh, okay, is that the answer…?”
It was Antiope looking down at me with tears welling up in her eyes.
The way she trembles with her thighs pressed together is quite pitiful. Did she hate having her vagina touched by me that much? Of course she would.
“Okay, then this is the last question.”
“Ma, the last-.”
I could clearly hear her swallowing, as she was so nervous.
It was a bit strange to hear someone swallow their saliva for the first time in my life, but my head was already working out the questions I wanted to ask her.
I spoke in a calm, even voice.
“What is twenty-three thousand five hundred times eight thousand two hundred?”
“Yes, yes…!? What did you say!?”
I frowned as if I had been waiting for Antiope to speak, her voice shaking as if she was very flustered.
“You’re wrong, Grimkeeper. So punish me.”
“Ahh-!!”
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