In the room.
The Princess, Elisa, was enduring the most humiliating moment of her life.
Her mouth was stuffed with a gag—not too hard, but certainly enough to silence her—and her body was spread-eagled, chained in a way that made her clothes look like a slutty outfit designed solely for male pleasure.
Her underwear was being seen by a man for the first time.
She could even feel him staring at the slit of her panties, which were forced open by her spread legs.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!!!"
Adding to the humiliation, she now had to listen to the man in the next room, separated by only a thin wall, engaging with another woman—noises of wet "squelching" and rhythmic slapping reached her ears.
Even though she was a stranger to the acts of men and women, she wasn't so naive that she didn't know what those sounds meant.
Creak.
The door opened again.
Silas had returned.
"..."
Elisa felt utter despair.
What could she do?
He certainly had a silver cross in his pocket, just like her aunt. Her hypnosis was completely useless.
Without her powers and with her body bound like this, she couldn't even attempt suicide, let alone escape.
"We need to run."
"..."
Elisa didn't react to Silas's words.
Of course they had to run.
He had killed the Duchess and stolen treasure. If they didn't run, they were dead... and yet, only a despicable instructor like him would stop to fuck a student to satisfy his lust right before fleeing.
Why, when she had come to suck his blood before, did she hesitate to kill him out of fear of causing trouble?
"I'm taking the gag out. If you have something to say, say it."
"..."
The ball blocking her mouth was removed, but Elisa only stared at Silas coldly, saying nothing.
"Nothing to say? Then I'm going to start."
"..."
Elisa saw Silas stand up and gritted her teeth. "Do whatever you want! You're just a lowly, lecherous sword instructor. I'll just consider it being bitten by a dog!"
She tried to reclaim a final shred of royal dignity. Unfortunately, her pale face and trembling body betrayed her.
"I thought you were a mute. So you can talk?"
Silas didn't have a single thought about sex. He just got up, poured a cup of water, and sat on his floor mat. "See this? I'm sleeping here. I saved you from the Duke's manor. Your clothes were covered in blood, so I disposed of them. Mine too."
"...You must regret it, right? Doing those things with my aunt and running into me. If not for me, you might have stayed safe. Now you've stolen treasure from the Duke's house, but do you think you'll live to spend it?"
"..."
"I've seen many despicable people, but someone like you who fucks students while on the brink of death..."
"Are you finished?"
Silas set down the empty cup. "Then it's my turn to tell a lie. Your aunt might not be dead."
"Pathetic. You did the deed, and now you're too scared to face the truth?"
"Do you have a hiding spot? As the 'Succubus' who stole panties everywhere without getting caught, you must have a place?"
"..."
Elisa went silent again, closing her eyes as if waiting for death.
She felt that was all he was. Greedy, lustful, and without the courage to face what he had done.
"If you don't talk, we both die."
"?"
Suddenly, she felt a hand crawl onto her navel, moving down toward her only piece of clothing—her lace panties.
"Just kill me!"
Tears of humiliation welled up and spilled from her eyes.
"Seriously, I can't talk sense into you."
But Silas didn't do anything else; he simply unlocked her chains.
"Look, even if you weren't here, you successfully escaped the Duchess. In my eyes, you're free now, but you must have a place to hide. Take me there, and I'll let you go."
"..."
"Don't understand? This is a trade. Tell me your hiding spot, and I give you your freedom. Or... do you really want me to do something to you?"
"..."
Elisa fell silent.
She didn't know if her body could handle a full escape even if her limbs were free.
The despicable man in front of her was clearly afraid of dying.
But her hiding spot...
"...I... I am."
"You're what?"
"Hiding... in your students' homes."
"?"
Silas was stunned.
"A lecherous instructor like you always invites students to stay the night, don't you? That gives me the chance to use their bathtubs and wear their clothes."
She hated admitting it.
Lately, she hadn't worried about a place to stay because she realized Silas was doing whatever he wanted with those students. She had many places to cycle through.
"Cursing me with your mouth while enjoying the shelter I provided."
Silas reached out, and she immediately retreated several steps on the bed until she hit the wall.
"I have no interest in you."
Silas took the cross he had confiscated from the Duchess out of his pocket and set it aside. "Fine, I'll have to handle it myself. I'm going out to check the situation. Are you going to crawl over and let me tie you up again, or do I have to make you?"
"..."
Elisa stared at the cross next to Silas for a long time. Finally, she lowered her head in humiliation and stopped resisting as Silas chained her back up.
"..."
Silas left, but the cross remained in the room.
Elisa didn't know why her body was healing so fast from the brink of death, but she had an idea. This was her chance.
If she could wrench her hand free from the chain... even if her bones dislocated, her physical abilities would allow her to recover, provided she drank enough blood later.
Then, she could use an object to move the cross and throw it away. She wouldn't have to worry about losing to Silas again. This humiliation... she would pay it back tenfold. Then, she would have her revenge on her aunt and the Church.
Click.
But she didn't expect Silas to return in just ten minutes.
For a moment, Elisa's face froze. Her right hand was a bloody, mangled mess from the agony of breaking free, and she had just thrown a blanket over the cross to cover it.
"Your aunt is indeed alive. I ran into other noble ladies outside who confirmed it. But the patrols and the Duke's manor show no reaction. Logically, it's impossible."
"..."
How could she be alive?
Elisa had seen it with her own eyes—blood geysering from her aunt's chest and neck. She hated herself for coming all this way to the Holy City just to be a fool; she hated that she hadn't killed the woman with her own hands.
"You seem to think the cross is my only trump card against you."
Silas walked over, snatched the cross from under the blanket, and tossed it aside. Then he unlocked her chains.
"Come on. Try it."
"...What?"
Elisa was timid now. The pain in her wrist made her crave blood again.
"Don't you have the power to make people sleep and forget? My physical and mental strength are quite high. You are more than welcome to try."
"..."
Elisa looked at the cross lying in the corner, then at Silas, who didn't even flinch or look away. She lowered her head in defeat. "...I won't run."
She wasn't stupid.
Silas could pick it up anytime. If she succeeded, great, but if she failed... God knows what she would face.
"Drink."
"...?"
Elisa stared blankly as Silas held out his finger.
There were clear bite marks on the tip.
"Drinking blood makes you heal faster, right? The famous 'Succubus' pervert who steals panties isn't actually interested in underwear; it's just a cover for drinking blood."
"...I never drink the blood of men."
"Is that so? Forget it then."
Silas withdrew his hand and didn't bother re-chaining her mangled hand. He blew out the lamp and lay back down on the floor mat.
"..."
In the darkness.
The sound of rustling fabric could be heard.
"Um... the reason I healed so fast... was because you gave me your blood?"
"..."
"You already know about my body..."
"Stop talking. If you want to leave, go ahead. It's not me who's going to die."
"..."
Elisa felt conflicted.
She had wondered how her fatal wounds were so much better.
A wound with exposed intestines would require at least two full bottles of blood, maybe more. If she had only sucked what flowed from a man's fingertip... how much had he given?
But to thank him now...
Does he really not care if I run?
He was right—where could she even go?
Her mouth wasn't gagged, and she didn't sleep all night, but she didn't speak again.
"...Could you give me some decent clothes?"
Only after dawn, seeing Silas washing up and dressing, did she make her request.
She was not used to being this exposed.
"I don't have any right now. I'll find some when I have time."
Silas wasn't lying. The training uniforms in the office were just surplus from the academy's stock, not custom-made.
"Breakfast will have to wait until I finish class. Just a reminder—the academy is full of people during the day. Better not do anything stupid."
"..."
Elisa didn't want to do anything stupid anymore. After a night of thinking, she considered something else.
The wealth she had collected over the years while punishing wicked nobles... she didn't know exactly how much there was, but it was definitely more than a minor noble's entire estate. Some were treasures even she considered precious.
Could she use that to strike a deal?
"..."
Silas had no idea what she was thinking.
He only cared about one thing: he had to find out what was going on with the Duchess and decide whether to stay or flee.
Knock, knock.
Just as he was about to head out, someone knocked.
"Good day."
"Is Teacher Silas in? Forgive the intrusion, I am Lady Yuli from the Duke's household."
"..."
That voice was far too familiar.
Silas's mind flooded with images: the massive bouncing breasts, the woman licking the filth from her cleavage and moaning, "Harder, I love it, Master, hit me."
[Last night, you discovered that the Duchess you supposedly killed was seen by your student after her death. She did not die completely.]
[You considered fleeing immediately, but gave up because the risk was too high and there was no large-scale manhunt at the Duke's manor.]
[In the morning, the Duchess, who should be dead, knocked on your door.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Open the door. See if she is human or ghost and have it out with her!]
[Option 2: Don't open the door. Pretend you're not there and wait for things to develop.]
[Proceeding with Free Simulation]
Even though it was broad daylight, a cold sweat broke out on Silas's forehead.
Is this actually a horror movie script?!