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

Chapter 314: Tests to Do (R-18)

"...H-Hhmm? E-Esther?" Evelyn finally wakes up and looks around, until she realizes the position she’s in.

"You took way too long to wake up, Evelyn." She’s tied upside down, completely naked, her legs perfectly spread apart, both arms bound together and secured to a rope on the floor.

She’s in a perfect T-pose. Her flexibility really is something ideal for holding this position. Being a marionette gave her a far superior range of mobility compared to most people.

"E-Esther, th-this position..."

"It’s a BDSM game. We’ve had plenty of them. You’re not going to complain now, are you?" I ask, moving closer and touching the tattoo on her belly, rubbing Evelyn’s soft, smooth skin.

"The baby—"

"I know the limits perfectly well. I won’t go too far and hurt the baby. Don’t be so overprotective when it’s still in the process of forming," I answer before she tries to come up with some excuse.

"...A-After this... could you help me lead the war? M-My other body is g-going to start the invasion of the first city soon..." She murmurs a shy request, trying to change the subject.

’Evasive as always... go ahead, hide your emotions all you want.’ I decide to play along.

"Of course, I’ll help you with whatever you need, little doll." I place a collar around Evelyn’s neck as she shrinks back a little, trying to move.

"...Esther... did you really enslave my soul...?" She asks as if she’s not sure that what happened before was real.

"Yes, your soul is mine now, and the restrictions are real for both of us. So no, I won’t commit genocide anymore. The need for that is gone, because I have you. Besides, now I have everything I could ever want."

"After all, if I control you, I control this entire kingdom..." Her expression is a little strange.

"Okay... s-so then I’m like... I’m kind of incredible, right?"

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"E-Esther, if I did everything I wanted... then I’m kind of like... the best of everyone?! B-Besides... I-I kind of... feel happy that you know everything... i-it makes it feel like someone finally sees how hard I try..." Evelyn really seems excited about this.

"You don’t mind that I enslaved your soul? Just because you got validation?" What a needy woman. Truly, way too needy.

"P-Putting it like that makes it sound bad..."

"It’s not... it’s not bad. You really are incredible, Evelyn." The truth is, there’s no denying it. She really was incredible. Not because she did something exceptional, but because she never gave up until the very end.

And that’s an enviable kind of determination. Evelyn’s determination is so immense that she can bend things in her favor, and that’s a merit no one can take from her.

Many would have given up before succeeding, but Evelyn, even when she was exhausted from trying, wanted to finish the goals she set for herself. And that’s something I find adorable.

"You can be certain of this, Evelyn. I will make you the happiest little doll of all. You just need to accept it."

"..."

"I-If you want to make me happy... th-then will you help me have a better image as queen?"

"...Yes, I’ll help you with that too. I’ll give you everything you want." Evelyn doesn’t seem to understand why it was so hard to make me give up on genocide. She doesn’t get that it was a matter of interests.

Destroying every life in this world was a way of proving that I wasn’t the toy and entertainment of greater beings, proving that I had the freedom to destroy this malleable "game."

But having Evelyn and controlling her like this is already more than enough proof of that freedom. Even more so now that I know she came from another world, and I know about the "original" Evelyn.

The genocide was never just about taking lives. It was about freedom — a freedom that Evelyn made me achieve. That’s why I accepted Evelyn’s soul in exchange for not committing genocide.

Having total control over Evelyn is worth more than anything I could have wanted in the past.

"Now, Evelyn, stop babbling. I’m incredibly horny, so just be quiet and enjoy it before I decide to gag you."

"O-Okay..." As she finally stays still, I finish adjusting the equipment she’s strapped into, making the final tweak to keep her firmly in place, so that even if she trembles and writhes, she won’t manage to get loose or stretch the ropes.

"Hmmm..." With a murmur, I take out a 1-liter glass bottle of lubricant. I uncap it, and with a quick motion press the opening against Evelyn’s anus, pouring a generous amount inside while the excess spills out, running down her body.

Once half the bottle is gone, I turn it upright, then press it down again against Evelyn’s pussy, pouring that generous amount of lubricant inside her. Evelyn just lets out small gasps as the cold liquid flows into her, making everything soft and slick.

"You know, Evelyn, today I’m feeling very sadistic. I’ll be honest with you — I’m starving. And even though I ate a few things while you were asleep, I’m still pretty frustrated with my ’appetite.’"

"So even though I won’t cross certain limits, today I’m going to be really mean to your body. That’s why you’re allowed to cry freely." When I say that, she swallows hard, growing nervous.

"I really want to test some toys I bought, since you were depraved enough to sleep with another woman. And considering she had a genital made of water, I thought you’d enjoy more ’unique’ toys to satisfy your depravity."

"R-Revenge is something really ugly..."

"I’m not getting revenge. I’m just testing things that will satisfy your excessively high lust."

"Let’s start with this one. It’s a perfect novelty for our games." From inside my storage ring, I pull out anal beads. They’re multiple interconnected spheres of varying sizes, linked together by an elastic structure ending in a little "cord" that keeps them together.

There are twenty spheres in total, starting from the size of a small grape and growing until the last sphere, which is the size of an apple.

"W-Wait!! H-Hey, isn’t that way too big? A-And aren’t they normally only ten beads?!" Evelyn looks horrified by the size.

"How do you know how many beads there normally are?"

"..."

"You’re right, it’s a lot bigger than the average size. But you’re a marionette. Your body can take it. Besides, from what I’ve researched, most demons buy the fifteen-to-eighteen-bead sets, because our bodies are quite resilient and can handle more."

"B-But th-that thing is still easily a meter long!! S-So exaggerated."

"To be more precise, it’s ninety-seven centimeters. It’s not quite a meter. On top of that, I ordered the best material on the market — extremely flexible and moldable. It’ll go in and curve perfectly inside your body, and the wide base will stop the toy from going further once it reaches the last sphere." The last sphere on its cord has a disk-shaped base measuring thirty centimeters, which prevents the anus from "sucking" the toy inside and getting it stuck.

"But if it can’t all go in, I won’t force it, Evelyn. Why do you think I used so much lubricant all at once, anyway? Did you think I was going to do our usual games? Don’t worry, I calculated everything. Your marionette body won’t suffer internal ruptures even if it takes all of this inside you. This is a realistic size for your body." This is revenge, in fact. She was right. I’m irritated and I want to punish her.

"..." She goes quiet while I take out another bottle of lubricant and pour it over the toy, leaving it completely soaked so it can go in and keep moving without difficulty.

"M-My other body is busy! I-I think we should postpone this..." she says, trying to escape the situation, even though her face is very flushed.

"Tell your body to hide in the bedroom and wait for us to finish here. Problem solved. After all, something like this shouldn’t get in the way of the intimate relationship between two wives who love each other very much."

"But if you think that’s bad, I have a bigger one I bought specifically for when I’m angry and decide I want you to get hurt. Want to see it? We can use that one for this occasion."

"N-No... th-this one is perfect as it is... j-just go slow?" She looks incredibly tense as she pants in anticipation.

"Perfect then, Evelyn. I’m glad you agree. I love it when you’re so sweet to me. I’m really looking forward to your expression." I lift the toy and press the first bead against her anus, which clenches hard.

But because of all the lubricant, the first one, which is small, slides in without any difficulty. The material, which is the best on the market, is very soft and smooth, so I’m certain it’s not unpleasant for Evelyn.

"Y-You know, being upside down might be bad for the baby. C-Could you put me upright?" She tries to negotiate. She always does this when she’s at a disadvantage.

"No. I put you upside down so the lubricant wouldn’t leak out. Besides, do you think I haven’t studied your anatomy thoroughly? For the baby in your body, which has barely begun to form, this position hardly matters."

"And for your marionette body, you could be twisted into dozens of different angles in absurd positions and there wouldn’t be any problems. Stop complaining, or I’ll put you in a much harder position."

"You should be happy. The T-position you’re in makes the path for the beads more pleasant and less tight. If I put you in less advantageous positions, you’d feel each bead crushing against the next inside you, and I don’t think you’re ready for that."

"...B-But it’ll make a mess on me..."

"That’s one of the goals." Obviously I knew her fluids would drip from up here all over her body when I set up this position.

"P-Promise you’ll think about the baby before doing things like this!!" She makes one last demand in a loud voice, as if she has any control. I take a deep breath, wanting to shove everything in all at once just to shut her mouth.

"I’ll give it careful thought. In exchange, take better care of your health. You haven’t been eating properly since you came back from that island."

"...I-I’ll do it... for you." When she says she’ll do it for me, I have to admit my heart skips a beat, and I decide to be gentler with her when pushing all these beads inside.

’One down, only nineteen to go.’