ALL NOVEL Chapter 18: He Approved?!
(Syrilblia’s POV)
Martin had his arms crossed, and he signaled for me to follow him. With a shrug, I went with him. Eventually, we ended up in his study. Did he figure anything out? I doubt it, greatly.
Martin: “I trust that you have a good reason for spending time with that witch?” He asked after sitting down at his desk, and tapping his finger on it in a rhythm.
Syrilblia: “Of all the crimes of mine that you’ve covered up, were they sex crimes, Father?” I ask in reply.
Martin: “…No. But what is your point? Don’t spin me around, Syrilblia. That’s something I taught you how to do. But I didn’t teach you it so that it could be used against myself.” He said with a scoff.
Syrilblia: “You wanted me to get close to Mother, but doing that requires me to get close to her personal maid.” I answer.
Martin: “That isn’t enough, dear daughter. Please explain in more detail.” He replied, crossing his arms once more.
What a pitiful man… Such a high position of power is clouding his mind. He acts so high and mighty, but died a sorry death in the novel. Of course, he will also die a sorry death in this world, as well. I will make sure of that!…
Syrilblia: “Carna and that witch are sex friends. To get in with Carna, I needed to befriend the witch. Now, we two have something to talk about.” I explain.
Martin: “…Well done. Were you disgusted?” He asked with a curious tone.
Syrilblia: “No. Should I have been?” I reply with a head tilt.
Martin: “Do you like women, Syrilblia?” He asked.
Syrilblia: “Hm… I guess that I do.” I admit.
Martin: “…You’ve never seen my collection before, have you?” He said, getting up from his chair.
He seemed lost in thought for a bit, but then he got up. What was he thinking? Oh, he is going over to his secret sex dungeon… So… that’s what he meant by his “collection” huh?…
Martin: “I trust that you won’t speak of what you see in here.” He said with a serious tone.
Syrilblia: “Speak? Father knows that I am only loyal to you, and you alone. Not to mention, but aren’t you giving me the ability to play with your collection?” I reply.
Martin: “That’s true… And, yes. That is my intention by bringing you inside of my dungeon.” He replied with a nod.
Syrilblia: “Oh, how wonderful!” I say with an excited tone.
Acting like a villain, I was certain that Martin didn’t notice that I wasn’t his daughter any longer. Soon, we came to the horrible dungeon once again…
Martin: “Stay away from those documents, but you’re free to play with any of the girls in those cells.” He informed.
Syrilblia: “Okay! Huh… aren’t you going to leave?” I reply with a confused tone.
Martin: “Kicking me out of my own dungeon?” He said with a slightly angry tone.
Syrilblia: “Father, surely you do not wish to witness your nude daughter having sex with various girls, right?” I say with my arms crossed.
Martin: “Such a sight wouldn’t tickle me at all… But I understand if you aren’t comfortable with me being here. Very well, have fun, but don’t take longer than an hour.” He compromised, leaving me alone in the dungeon.
Syrilblia: “…”
That fucker was actually quite reluctant to leave. Did he want to use his collection, or is he such a pervert that he wants to watch his daughter have sex?
Looking around, I saw that the girls were still in horrible states. The smell… it had honestly gotten worse than before. How perverted do you have to be to seek pleasure in such a place? Sure, slaves are hot in theory. But keeping them in such horrible conditions… I couldn’t get off with a girl that smelled of urine, dirt and feces…
Martha: “Ah, the daughter returns.” She said with a smile.
Syrilblia: “Martha…” I say with a shocked tone and expression.
Yeah, Martin is just a sick pervert. Martha was clearly just raped not that long ago by him. She was covered in sexual fluids, and her makeshift clothes were torn to practically ribbons. Why the change of heart?
Martha: “Don’t give me your pity, girl. The youngest one was sick, but he still wished to use her. I said that I would give him the best time of his life, that is, if he didn’t touch her.” She explained.
Syrilblia: “Oh…” I reply.
Martha: “How goes the effort on saving us? It would seem that Martin has allowed you to enter his dungeon, which is odd.” She said with a thinking pose.
Syrilblia: “To get potions of knowledge for the girls, I needed to sleep with Serena, the witch. Martin found out about me visiting her, and I had to admit that I was a lesbian.” I answer.
Martha: “He allowed you to use his collection of girls? Well… do any strike your fancy?” She asked with a smug grin.
Syrilblia: “…”
Martha: “I am being honest here, Syrilblia. These girls won’t complain. Due to the mistreatment, and how they were raised, they would love the pleasure. Why not give in and do it with a young girl?” She added.
Syrilblia: “Why would I ever do that? Martha, I am not my father. Besides, I very much prefer mature women like you.” I reply with an angry tone.
What was the point of her words? Was it to test me? The girls are here for me to use as I please. I could touch them, and they would like it. But why the hell would I do that? Even if they’re willing, they’re still children.
Martha: “Good. At least I know that you aren’t a horrible person. Syrilblia, once this is over, I want to lie with you.” She informed.
Syrilblia: “You want to have sex with me?” I reply with a raised eyebrow.
Martha: “Of course, I will ask Marina about this first. I want a fresh start. I want to be able to forget the torment that he inflicted on me.” She explained.
Syrilblia: “Such a thing… it won’t make you forget.” I say with a sad tone.
No matter how nice and loving my sex with Marina is, I still think back to the sexual torment that my family forced upon me. Happy sex isn’t enough to heal from such wounds. Instead, it will take many years of Marina loving me, for me to be healed.
Martha: “It won’t, but it will numb the pain. Once I am numb to it, I can find a good woman to marry and heal with her.” She replied with a smile.
Syrilblia: “…”
Martha: “You have less than an hour of waiting left. Just relax. Once you leave, I am sure that Martin will come to ask about your actions. To keep up appearances, I will do everything in my power to slander you. To tell him the horrible things that you did to us.” She swore.
Syrilblia: “…Thanks?” I reply with a spiral eyes.
Finding a place to sit down, I began the short wait, doing nothing at all. Martha’s words should be enough to convince Martin of my horrible actions against these girls. The only problem I have with it, is… will my “Father” get off to the words that Martha will express to him? How disgusting…