Sincir smiles toward the nephilim currently beneath his foot. “Take off those bandages, love, so I don’t have to cut through them again.”

  Eleanor grimaces. Given her current position, reaching behind her back to untie the bandages fastening her breasts would prove a challenge... Which is exactly the point, of course.

  “El, you don’t need to! Sin, just tell me what to do!” Ena pleads, her eyes having widened toward the scene once more.

  But Eleanor is already moving, raising her ass as she struggles to reach behind her back with her hands in order to untie her bandages...

  Combined with her naked, slightly glistening skin being on dispy, it is quite the cute sight, and he tells her as much out loud.

  “Shut the fuck up, the both of you!” she groans at them, “When I asked if you wanted to tie me to a torture chair, Ena, I wasn’t being literal!”

  “How is any of this my fault?! I was forced in here against my will!”

  With his member growing hard over the vision of Eleanor twisting herself to obey his orders, Sincir chuckles, even as he rolls his eyes because of their bickering...

  It takes her a while, and raising her ass almost until it points toward the ceiling, but Eleanor does manage to until her boobs on her own, releasing a final groan as their sides become exposed, cutely pressed against the ground, just like her undoubtedly hard nipples.

  “Good job, love... Impressive esticity. Now keep that ass up for me, okay?”

  She gres at him, blue eyes incensed, but doesn’t argue, doing as instructed while he turns to stare at Ena once more, finding that she has moved to stand as far away from them as possible in the room’s small space.

  Seeing the expression on her face, Sincir rolls his eyes again. “What are you standing so far away for? Come here... The longer you prolong this, the more your precious El will suffer.”

  Ena grimaces, gring at him, but she does begin to hesitantly walk forward, stopping once she is standing next him and staring down at Eleanor.

  “...Sorry,” she murmurs as her eyes meet the nephilim’s incensed ones, cringing slightly.

  For a moment, Sincir stops to consider how to proceed from here... Seeing Eleanor like this will hopefully help to dispel some of Ena’s jealousy for her, but it is only a start.

  Seeing where Ena’s gaze is headed, he smiles. “You like her boobs?”

  Ena jumps, immediately averting her eyes away from Eleanor entirely. “L-like is not the word I’d use...”

  Sincir nods, stepping away from Eleanor’s head as he does so. “You hate them, then... Love, would you like to turn around and give us a good view of the thing Ena cks the most?”

  Doing as instructed, Eleanor smiles. “I don’t know... It’s a close call in between them and her non-existent ass, isn’t it?”

  Ena grimaces, gring at the two of them. “I fucking hate the both of you so fucking mu-”

  Still, once Eleanor has turned around, pcing her hands behind her neck and arching her back slight to give them a king’s view of her two perfectly shaped breasts and hard nipples, Ena’s voice dies on her throat, having become stuck there.

  Seeming to ck even a grain of shame over the half-elf’s intent gaze upon her naked body, Eleanor cocks her head slightly, her expression serious as she meet’s the other girl’s eyes once more. “...Something wrong, pipsqueak? The cat got your tongue?”

  Ena swallows, tightening her jaw. “It’s not... It’s not fucking fair...”

  Eleanor smiles. “What isn’t? C’mon, go ahead and say it... We’re all waiting on you to whine pathetically as you stare at my boobs with clear desire in your eyes... If you beg me to let you touch them, I might even consider it.”

  Ena clenches her teeth, saying nothing this time.

  “...What would you like to do?” Sincir asks, gesturing toward the dispyed boobs as he does so, “Burn, or freeze them? Attach a hook to their nipples, and drag her down the street by it? Step on them...? Or cut them off and be done with it? How many of the above have you fantasized about before, love?”

  Eleanor blinks, suddenly seeming a little less sure of herself, but Ena simply continues to gre at the nephilim’s impressive breasts, leaf-green eyes now burning with open hatred in spite of her face having grown pale over his words.

  “Burning them seems nice... I’ve thought about it before,” she murmurs darkly, “Sticking some needles in them and seeing how many I could fit... Punching them until I couldn’t move my arms anymore... More than anything else, I want to see how she’d fight without those stupid bandages, with her stupid boobs jumping all over the pce as she tries to...”

  “Should we go down, and have her spar against you naked, then? You can try to aim her boobs with the sword, for extra points...” he offers, his tone neutral.

  Eleanor’s eyes widen over the suggestion, but Ena is already shaking her head. “Stop... These are just dark fantasies. Even if she was actually tied to a torture chair in front of me, I’d never actually go through with any of them.”

  Sincir sighs, shaking his head. “You’d be surprised with what hatred does to people, Ena... You might say that right now, but given another decade, or two, or five, for those feelings to fester, and you might no longer care enough to continue being nice.”

  Ena swallows, her hands now shaking slightly as her gaze remains fixated over her rival’s breasts.

  “...Could you really say, without a grain of doubt, that if she was tied to a torture chair, powerless to resist you, you’d pat her head and walk away?”

  Ena tightens her jaw, staring at Eleanor for another moment, and then averts her gaze. “...No,” she murmurs at st, “I’d like to think so... But if I have the fantasies, then there is always a chance I’d choose to go through with them, one day... Right?”

  “And how does that make you feel?”

  “Scared... And disgusted,” Ena whispers under her breath, grimacing as she hugs herself.

  He nods. “Eleanor? What do you say?”

  Having averted her eyes from Ena, the nephilim says nothing for a moment, her jaw having also tightened... But then she chuckles coldly, throwing Ena a look of undisguised disgust.

  “Creator, you’re so fucking pathetic, it’s not even funny... Go ahead, get it out of your system.”

  Ena blinks, throwing her a surprised look. “W-what?”

  Eleanor snorts. “I’d tell you to burn them, but it’s not like you could; You’re too pathetic even for that. And we’re missing the needles, or the hooks, which leaves the spar and the punching... However, Sincir would enjoy the spar a bit too much, and the punching would definitely make me want to punch you back the sooner we start... So, I’m making you a one time offer. Go on; Step over them, until you’re satisfied.”

  Again, Ena blinks... Then, once the realization of what Eleanor has said downs on her, her eyes widen, and she quickly shakes her head, beginning to step away from the lying nephilim.

  “I-”

  “No,” Eleanor says, her voice cutting through the air like a whip as it cause Ena to freeze on the spot, “Get your fucking ass over her, and work thought your pathetic emotions... You think I’m going to let you walk around with a fucking crossbow aimed at my back, ready to shoot Creator knows when, Ena?”

  Staring into Eleanor’s now glowing eyes, Ena shudders, swallowing.

  “W-wait, El, l-let’s talk about this... Y-you can... I-I can-”

  “I wasn’t fucking asking, Ena...” Eleanor murmurs, “You think you fantasies are dark, pipsqueak? You do not want to find out what I’m going to do with those pathetic things you call boobs if you make me get up from here to go fetch you.”

  Sincir sighs. “Ena... Come here, and step on them, or leave the room, so I can do it instead.”

  Ena closes her eyes, swallowing again, then stares at Eleanor once more... At st, she shudders under the nephilim’s gaze, and walks back to stand near the two of them.

  “I... I just have to s-step on them, right?”

  “You have to step on them until you feel better about yourself,” Sincir corrects, “Think of it as a stress reliever... A way to work through your feelings of inferiority.”

  Both Ena and Eleanor grimace over his words, and once Ena doesn’t immediately move, Eleanor’s expression grows darker.

  “...I’ll give you three seconds to move your foot,” Eleanor says, “And if it is not on top of my boob by then, we’re both going to down, grab wooden swords, and hit each other with them until one of us stops moving... It’s fine by me if you don’t fight back.”

  Ena shakes her head.

  “Three...” Eleanor counts.

  Ena shudders. “Okay, I’m doing it! Just...!”

  “Two...”

  Her eyes widening, Ena raises her foot and steps over Eleanor, pressing it over her right boob.

  ...For a moment, there’s silence.

  Then, Sincir slowly averts his gaze away from the scene, barely stopping himself from bursting into ughter as he does so. “...We’re all idiots, aren’t we?” he murmurs after another moment of silence has gone by.

  “Fucked up idiots, you mean,” Ena retorts, her voice dark and her cheeks blushed as she finally begins to knead over Eleanor’s boob, almost curiously moving her foot around...

  “The worst part? I wish we were just role-pying...” Eleanor murmurs, seeming to share his feelings over the ridiculous of their current situation.

  “So, how does it feel?” he asks Ena, who frowns as she continues to press her foot down over Eleanor’s breast, now moving it around with increasing, visible irritation.

  “It feels nice and soft... Enough to piss me off... Her stupid nipple keeps tickling me...”

  Suddenly, Ena smiles, leaf-green eyes gleaming maliciously.

  “Well, would you look at that... Does it feel that good to be stepped on? Is that a blush a see on your face, El?”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Shut up...”

  “Since we’re doing this until I get through my suppressed emotions, it might take a while... Try not to cum from my foot until then, okay? It’d be hard for you to live on if that were to happen...”

  Sincir rolls his eyes; So much reticence, and she starts having fun the moment they begin...

  In any case, he is not worried about Eleanor’s confidence suffering from this; The girl is damn near unbreakable. On the other hand, if Ena is able to get over her feeling of inferiority to some extent, he bets she’ll have a much easier time getting along with Eleanor from now on...

  Ena suddenly ughs. “Ha, got them! You don’t mind I pull on your nipples with my toes a little, do you...?!”

  Eleanor immediately gres at him (having obviously been reminded of what he did to her during their make-up fuck).

  ...Hey, it’s just the obvious thing to go for, and it feels fun to do it. He isn’t apologizing for it; Not after she pissed into his nose purposefully...

  Ena steps over Eleanor for a while, and although he thought she’d quickly grow tired of it at first, she seems to find an endless source of enjoyment from their humiliation py in spite of her initial reticence... Eleanor’s obvious embarrassment and excitement over being stepped on probably has something to do with that.

  He should probably up things now.

  “...Okay, Ena, that’s enough, step back.”

  After one st teasing smile and nipple pinching, Ena finally moves her foot back, shifting her eyes toward him as she does so.

  “Fuck... That felt amazing! We’re done now? El can step on top of me for a bit if she wants to...”

  Sincir snorts; Oh, she thinks they’re done already... Cute.

  Ena’s smile drops. “S-Sin...?”

  Ignoring her, Sincir turns toward Eleanor, kneeling by her side and staring into her eyes as he does so. “Should I take it easy on you, love?” he whispers at her, repeating what she asked him the previous night, “Have you had enough?”

  Cheeks blushed, and eyes afme, she ughs softly. “Do what you have to... Get her head straight... But don’t go anywhere once were done, so we can have a little talk ter.”

  He nods, smiling at her. “That’s what I thought... Move over and lie next to your bed, like this, so we can fuck you up some more, then.”

  Eleanor sighs, but she does obey, turning over and crawling toward her bed, before assuming the same position she was in, now at its foot.

  Seeing that Ena is just standing there awkwardly, with her mouth slightly opened, he shakes his head and gestures toward Eleanor’s bed.

  “What are you waiting for? Eleanor has gone through the trouble of making herself into a footstool for us... It’d be rude to keep her waiting.”

  Without waiting for her to respond, he grabs her hand, pulling her toward the bed, and pushes her to sit over its edge, before immediately climbing on it himself where pressing his lips against hers.

  “Hey, watch it!”

  Eleanor, being beneath the two of them, curses out loud, but Sincir ignores her as he shoves his tongue against Ena’s, beginning to caress her body and undress her as he does so...

  Chuckling once she responds to his advances in earnest, he feels Eleanor’s body with his foot until he manages to find her sex, rubbing it against the slightly wet spot and causing her to curse again...

  A gnce toward Eleanor reveals that Ena has one foot over her breast, and the other, surprisingly enough, on top of the nephilim’s face, pinching her nose in between her toes...

  To say Eleanor is gring at them would be an understatement, but Sincir can see the glow of desire behind her shame and anger, just as he can feel the guilt and feverish arousal behind Ena’s movements...

  Was making out with him while stepping on Eleanor a dream of hers come true? He wouldn’t be all that surprised, considering all that he learned about his petite elf girl in these past few days, and the dark thoughts that lurked below her good girl facade.

  Unfortunately for her, she’ll soon learn that pursuing one’s dreams always has a cost... However, for now, he allows her to enjoy herself, pinching her nipple once he manages to pull her shirt over her head, and then rubbing her sex with his fingers once he rids her of her shorts, having to pull her legs up in order to do so...

  He had his doubts before, but since Ena steps over Eleanor’s face again immediately as he throws her shorts and panties aside, it is clear she is bullying the nephilim on purpose, and if the incensed look in her eyes is anything to go by, Eleanor has also realized the same.

  He chuckles. “Enjoying the moment, love...?”

  Ena shudders, leaf-green eyes gleaming feverishly as they meet his. “Can’t we just have her there forever...?”

  He snorts, rubbing against her drenched sex again and causing her to moan softly as he does so. “Easy now,” he whispers at her, “Just rex, and let those dark feelings go... Little by little, until you’re able to breath again.”

  Ena bites her lower lip, shuddering as he continues to slowly caress her sex and massage her nipple... Then, once he kisses her again, he can tell she is beginning to move her legs around, but he doesn’t turn to check on Eleanor again... He is also teasing her with his own foot by rubbing it over her sex, and the fact she is actually rubbing back already says enough, for now...

  He wonders what’s going through their heads right now... Eleanor is obviously furious, but she is also doing something to help Ena and to punish herself at the same time, not to say of her foot fetish... While Ena is probably having a hard time holding onto her jealousy over the girl she is currently taking her sweet time stepping on top of...

  He could probably get them both to cum like this, but that’s no point of what they’re trying to achieve today, and as such, he takes it slow with Ena, keeping her near the edge rather than pushing her through it...

  ...After a while of making out on top of Eleanor, once he notices that Ena’s orgasm is about to approach even with the slow pace, her pulls away from her mouth, meeting her gaze again.

  “...How are you feeling, love?”

  “I think my brain overloaded,” she whispers, slightly breathlessly, “Did... Is Eleanor’s face beneath my foot right now? Did we really spend the past fifteen minutes making out on top of her...? And she took it like a good girl?”

  Sincir checks; Yep, his half-elf is still stepping over his nephilim’s face and breast, who at this point has a carefully empty look on her eyes, staring toward the ceiling and seemingly doing her best to ignore her current circumstances.

  “...You might not want to look at her right now, but yes, all of that really happened,” he says with a small sigh, “So, what do you think about her boobs now?”

  Ena tries to gnce at Eleanor, but he grabs her jaw before she can do so, forcing her to continue facing his gaze.

  “...This is important, Ena, so I need you to be honest with me; What is your little maiden heart telling you right now?”

  After a moment of staring into his eyes, Ena swallows. “That... That they feel really good to step on,” she whispers at st, “Like... I really good stress reliever...”

  “And? Do you still feel like burning them? Or punching them until your arms can no longer move?”

  “...I think they’d feel a lot less cushy if I did that,” she murmurs slowly, “And that Eleanor would probably never let me step on them again.”

  Bold of her to assume this situation will ever repeat itself, but he’ll let it slide.

  “That’s good... Do you feel better about yourself? Your own body?”

  Again, she takes a moment to answer, nodding as she slowly begins to speak, “Weirdly, I do... I still think she is a couple dozen times hotter than me, but I feel it doesn’t matter as much anymore.”

  “And what of the other girls?”

  Ena blinks. “...What other girls? Nobody is hotter than El, so who cares about them?”

  Seeing from her expression that she truly believes her own words, Sincir snorts; Also, he hopes hearing that will quench Eleanor’s anger a little, though, knowing her, he is not counting on it.

  “Listen... You might feel a lot worse tomorrow than you do right now, but if that happens, remember that we’ll take care of you, me and Eleanor, always... So don’t let it consume you, alright? I like you as a good girl, and Eleanor suffices as the troublemaker of our little fucked up family.”

  Ena swallows again. “I don’t think she’ll want anything to do with me anymore, after today.”

  He smiles at her. “Don’t worry, she’ll bme me for this, more than she will you... And we’ll settle the score in between the two of you in a bit. Are you ready for the next part of our little py?”

  Ena pales. “S-Sin, she’ll really kill the both of us if we keep going!”

  Sincir ughs. “It’ll be fine... You’ll understand soon. Now, I need you to go down, and grab us some snacks from the kitchen... I think I saw some fruits lying around. Take some time to come back, okay?”

  “Uhm, wait... Can you...?” she murmurs, blushing as she does so, “Can you keep moving your fingers for a bit more, before I go...? I’m really close...”

  Sincir contains himself from rolling his eyes.

  “No, I’m afraid py time is over for now; Go down, grab some fruits for us, and come back in a couple of minutes so that I can have a little talk with our footstool in the meantime.”

  Ena shudders, then sighs. “Fine... Let me grab my clothes and-”

  Sincir shakes his head. “Are you role-pying as Esme, Ena...? Or maybe, I stuttered earlier, when I told you what to do?”

  She blinks, opens her mouth, then closes it again.

  “...Oh,” she murmurs, the realization of what he is having her do having finally hit home.

  “I don’t think I need to say this, but keep those fingers away from that needy hole until you’re back... I’ll know if you don’t.”

  She shudders, closing her eyes with a pained expression on her face. “At least... At least my panties...?”

  “No.”

  “...Fuck.”

  Hesitantly, Ena begins to rise, staring toward the room’s door as though it might open itself at any moment to an audience... Then, once she is up, and a couple of uncertain steps away from the bed, she throws Eleanor a look, meeting the nephilim’s eyes while smiling awkwardly.

  Eleanor says nothing, her expression neutral.

  “Hey, El... Would you believe me if I said I didn’t see you down there...?”

  Eleanor smiles coldly. “You really don’t understand what’s going on, do you...? What do you think is going to happen once you come back with those fruits, pipsqueak?”

  Ena shudders a little over her words, and Eleanor ughs, before continuing.

  “Here is a tip: Stepping on me might make you feel better about yourself, but it won’t give you any confidence... Now go. I can’t exactly say I envy the fate of being born a natural loser, but good job hanging in there until now, I guess.”

  Ena pales slightly; Then, her expression quickly grows determined. “I know you have every right to hate me at this point, El, but you know what? I refuse to waste the sacrifices you’ve done for me so far; All of them. And I’ll pay you back some day... I promise. But first... I need to go get those fruits, I guess.”

  Turning toward the door, she takes a deep, sightly shaky breath, before beginning to head toward it, her steps now firm...

  ...The fact she finds No on the other side of it immediately as she opens the door, seemingly have been about to knock, is perhaps the unluckiest happening of her life.

  As all four of them freeze on the spot, No blinks, and Sincir grimaces... Then, the young noble woman slowly lowers her hand.

  “I was about to ask if you wanted me to clean in here, Eleanor... But I see that you’re busy, so I guess I’ll come back in the afternoon. And since I’m already here, is there something in specific you’d like for lunch? The green creature suggested that we take care of it, ourselves, today.”

  “Don’t... Call her a green creature, please?” Ena murmurs, her expression still sightly shocked-looking.

  No rolls her eyes. “She calls me a lot worse... And eggs is about the only thing the two of us can cook, so I don’t know why I bothered asking, really. I suppose you don’t intend on grabbing those clothes from the ground before you head down...? Well, I’ll stay out of the way, regardless.”

  And with that, she throws Eleanor’s lying form one st appreciative look, then leaves, nonchantly walking down the corridor.

  “...I forgot,” Ena murmurs, “Those two are the only ones here, and we were sharing the pool yesterday, so they already saw me naked.”

  Eleanor facepalms. “Just go.”

  Once Ena is through the door, closing it behind herself, Sincir shakes his head, choosing to pretend No didn’t spot yet another of their weird pys.

  “...For how long,” Eleanor murmurs through clenched teeth, “Do you pn to keep your foot on top of my fucking pussy?”

  Looking down at her and meeting her incensed eyes, Sincir smiles, causing Eleanor to shudder as he softly rubs his foot against her sex one st time before finally removing it from her.

  “I counted to two... Did you have fun down there, love?”

  Eleanor takes a deep breath, seeming to make an effort to stop herself from attacking him right there and then, before narrowing her eyes at him. “...It was three, actually. And yes, I had the time of my life.”

  “Anytime... Oh, and you can get up now. Unless you’d prefer otherwise?”

  Sighing, Eleanor begins to rise, gring toward the door Ena walked through as she does so. “I curse the day she was left at my doorstep...”

  Sincir snorts. “The orphanage wasn’t yours,” he reminds her.

  “...Unfortunately. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here today, now, would we?”