F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!

Chapter 310: Mutual Contract

"..." I look at Esther, who’s reading the list of demands I made. As she reads, I glance around at all the treasure surrounding us. The treasure vault is truly incredible — everywhere I look, all I see is wealth and valuable things.

"That’s quite a lot, Evelyn, but I agree to these terms. They’re fair rules. We can begin, then. Lie down on the floor," Esther says, storing the contract inside her storage ring.

"Really? You’ll accept?"

"Of course. I won’t commit genocide, just as stated in the rules. I will respect you and follow every part. After all, it’s part of the slavery contract, and I must obey." She looks around at the treasure before pulling a pen from her storage ring. The pen radiates immense magic.

"..." I lie down on top of the gold coins scattered across the floor. She straddles my legs and skillfully removes my clothes while I feel strange about this.

"...Are you sure, Evelyn? Once I begin drawing, the agreement is binding and neither of us can disobey."

"...Of course," I say without much interest in it. Esther gives me a strange smile as she touches the pen to the area between my groin and belly. But the moment the pen touches me, I feel a terrible burning.

"G-Ghmm!!?" My body goes on alert. Being a living marionette, and having great awareness of the "spiritual plane," I know she’s engraving this onto my soul.

"W-Wait!! H-Hey, why are you marking my soul?!" I ask, alarmed. This wasn’t the deal.

"What are you talking about, Evelyn? I’m enslaving you, just like our agreement."

"N-No!! The contract was about my body—"

"Where? Where was that, Evelyn? Just because I said and spoke things about obtaining your body doesn’t mean I meant enslaving your body. Do you think I’m a fool?"

"You can switch bodies. What use is enslaving a shell that can be abandoned? You tried to deceive me. It seems you’re truly underestimating how clever your wife can be."

"If I enslaved your body, you’d simply switch to another and I’d be unable to commit genocide. What use would that be? So of course I’ll enslave your soul — the only thing that will follow you forever."

"The d-deal is off!! I-I don’t want this!!" I try to get out from under her, but with one hand she grabs both of mine and pins them above my head.

"Remember what I said? Once I started, I wouldn’t let you give up, Evelyn. You’re the fool who tried to deceive me. I may be blind with love, but I’m not blind to your manipulations and attempts to get the upper hand."

"And be grateful I didn’t do worse since you tried to trick me." She moves the pen across my skin, making me writhe in pain. Having my soul etched burns so much. My tail grabs Esther’s leg and tries to pull her, but the difference in strength is absurd.

"E-Esther, this wasn’t the deal!! I-I didn’t permit you to engrave this onto my soul!! P-Please!! This isn’t what I wanted!!"

"Yes, I know it isn’t. But if you’re going to try to deceive me, at least do it properly, you stupid little whore. Did you know I almost believed it? But isn’t it strange? Why would Evelyn offer this?"

"You already have my heart, and I already have yours. But you would never submit to receiving a slavery mark voluntarily. However, thanks to the fact that I remembered you’re controlling another body, I realized — the marks don’t carry over from one body to another."

"You were brilliant, truly. But you underestimated me, and that was your mistake. Otherwise, you would have specified in the rules that I could only enslave your body." She continues to etch while I cry in pain, writhing and trying to break free.

I kick and thrash, but she manages to keep me completely steady as she continues drawing.

"T-This isn’t fair... I-I didn’t give you my soul," I say, crying. This wasn’t what I expected. As if I would give her my soul just to stop her genocide plan.

"S-Shadow—"

"It’s no use asking the shadows for help. Why do you think I asked for us both to come to the treasure vault? They can’t enter or hear, because of the vault’s defenses. We’re alone, Evelyn. Just the two of us." She presses the pen down hard, making me gasp.

"Calling the shadows on your wife — how cruel, Evelyn. Are you that afraid of what I’ll do now that I have your soul as my possession?"

"Y-You demon..." I murmur, unable to do anything. I just pant in pain, feeling the pen scratching my skin. Now, even if I switch bodies, this mark will come along.

"That’s your best insult? Now you’re offending me, and I hate being offended. You shouldn’t try to offend the person holding the pen and ink, right? Well, you can think and say whatever you want. It won’t change anything." She turns all her attention back to the drawing.

As I murmur and complain, whining about her doing this to me and how it isn’t fair at all since I never offered my soul this way, time feels like an eternity while she etches my body.

The burning sensation is terrible, and when she finally finishes, the mark glows in a vibrant shade of red before turning completely black.

"All done, Evelyn. It wasn’t so bad, was it? But since you complained so much, I decided to make the tattoo something more ’personal’ with a touch I personally enjoy." She finally releases me, and I look at the mark drawn between my belly and groin.

"...Pervert..." The design is extremely obscene. It was placed in a way that’s deeply lewd. It has the shape of a heart that’s perfectly framed between the crease where the thighs meet the groin, with a distance of a few centimeters on both sides.

The design continues with some soft "droplet" patterns, and at the center of the heart is the letter [E], while above the heart there’s a fully bloomed black rose with subtle details in a lighter black.

The entire drawing gives me a strange sensation of something deeply perverse being placed in such a delicate and intimate area. Even worse, every time I look at myself in a mirror or glance down during a bath, I’ll see this thing that, despite being beautiful, clearly has a sexual connotation.

The tip points downward, aligned perfectly with the entrance of my vagina. So even though the tip only reaches halfway down the groin, if you drew a straight line it would fit perfectly.

"W-Why did you modify it to be so lewd!"

"Obviously because you talked too much. I was going to go with the standard design, but I decided to create this adorable heart for my spoiled wife. Besides, it glows red every time you reach an orgasm."

"...You’re so mean..." I rub my hands over my eyes, trying to wipe away the tears while I still feel this awful burning even though she’s already finished. It’s like being branded with hot iron. For the soul, which is something fragile, this is just cruel.

"Yes, I’m mean. Very mean. And my first order is [Do Not Kill Yourself]." When she commands this, the mark glows red before returning to its normal black tone.

"There... Haaa... Evelyn, you have no idea the relief I feel having this power... finally, now even your end depends on my choice. You’re clever, but I’m still more so, and I had already made that clear. You made a mistake trying to deceive me, but I admit I liked your move."

"...Now, Evelyn, [Spread your legs]." When she commands, my body obeys on its own as the mark glows. The position is shameful and leaves the mark blatantly exposed.

"D-Dammit, Esther... you’re so cursed... why don’t you go easy on me? This i-isn’t fair! I-I was never taught by anyone in the past." Esther had all the time to study and improve herself.

While everything I had in my first years of life until I turned eighteen was bullying, so it’s unfair, so unfair.

"Evelyn, stop complaining about your life. You know it could be much worse, don’t you? You’re lucky I love you so much, little doll." She loses all that fake gentleness from before, now that she’s gained control over me.

"Y-You still have to follow the rules!!"

"It’s true. I can’t do that many things based on the good rules you made. I admit they have almost no loopholes, especially the rules to protect this baby’s life. But that doesn’t matter, now that I’ve gotten what I wanted most."

"Now I want to savor my new control over you! Aren’t you curious? I think we’ve reached the peak of our relationship, where I dictate everything and you obey. So all that’s left is to resist or be submissive."

"But love, I can guarantee I’ll reward your submission well."

"...D-Don’t you feel bad about destroying all my potential like this?" Esther has never refined the potential I have. I have just as much potential as her, both intellectually and in power, but all Esther does is restrict it.

"Not one bit! Actually, I prefer it this way. So make up your mind, my dear, better to cry from pain or happiness?" She leans closer with a malicious smile on her face.

"Liar... you liar... you snake!!"

"Snake? Evelyn, how adorable of you. Did you know that snakes can devour themselves? If I’m a snake, you’re part of that same snake, since all of this right now is just because you tried to deceive me. But I understand — it’s all my fault, as always, right?"

"Esther is too mean, too malicious, too clever, and poor little queen Evelyn is too fragile. Let’s keep these roles and perform a good relationship. That’s how we are, and that’s how we’ll always be."

"Now be quiet and be good to me, Evelyn, or I can make sure you never see the light of day again — lock you in a dark basement and I’ll be the only thing you see for the rest of your life."

"...A-Alright..." She settles between my spread legs as she touches my face, wiping my tears.

"Be happy, Evelyn. You got what you wanted. You made it impossible for me to commit global genocide, impossible for me to kill our future child, and impossible for me to do some other things."

"You won what you wanted. Now we both wear the same leash, so don’t act as if you were betrayed and deceived. You obtained your desire, you just paid a higher price than you assumed."

"Smile." She gives a cold order, but without using the slavery mark. I give her a smile — it’s a strange smile, somewhat broken along with the tears.

"Good girl." She hugs me, giving me a kiss. It’s so suffocating, in every possible way.