“Lord Exus…♡”
The one with the black hair and the heart-marked tone was Alan.
He’s one of my subordinates, a beastkin.
From his head sprout animal ears, and his tail extends from his lower back, making him a type of half-beast demi-human.
Holding my hand, entwining his fingers with mine, he pressed close, nuzzling his cheek—such a cute child…
Incidentally, he’s a boy.
“Lord Exus, I’ve completed the documentation. If you would kindly review it at your convenience.”
This was Bedi.
A brown-haired half-beast.
A handsome face.
Slender, with a model-like physique yet possessing the structure and muscles for combat.
Incidentally, she’s a girl.
Today, these two… the demi-humans considered base and dim-witted in this country, would be presenting new magic techniques…
One, a young male, also happens to be my bed servant, while the other, a woman discriminated against in this medieval world.
Both, the worst possible choices.
And that’s what made it amusing.
Now then.
Arrayed in neat rows were the influential nobles of the realm.
I greeted them from the throne—a gaudy seat of gold and red leather, quite different from the relic the king of this country usually sat on.
At my side stood Bedi, waiting like an attendant.
Meanwhile, Alan, perched on my lap, moaned as he climaxed from my touches to his chest and lower body.
“Aah♡ Aah♡ Lord Exusss♡♡♡”
Amusing myself with this impure half-beast boy in front of adherents of a monotheistic religion that deems homosexuality sinful… I spoke.
“What’s wrong, nobles? These two half-beasts here will be your instructors in the new magic techniques.”
The nobles were stunned.
But, once the words sunk in, they turned red with anger.
“A courtesan boy and a woman. Don’t you think they’re quite fitting teachers for you? After all, it’s only fitting for the ignorant fools of a backward nation like yours, who belatedly came to ask, ‘Please help us♡!’ Isn’t it just right?”
Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve felt this satisfied.
Harming others feels good, and it feels twice as good when your targets are fools.
Marvelous… I couldn’t care less if this country improves. I hope these foolish idiots remain forever as sandbags for me to berate and frustrate.
If they seem useful, I’ll keep them under my control; if not, they exist solely to be tormented by me.
“You! Do not get carried away, you baron wretch!”
“Oh?”
A loud voice had rung out from the assembly.
“It’s a mistake for someone like you to wield power! Just because a lowborn like you stumbled upon strength, who do you think you are?”
“Is that so?”
“A vulgar lout like you—do you know what nobility represents?! I will never accept this!”
I ordered Alan to remove his clothes.
Incidentally, today Alan was wearing… an Arabian dancer’s outfit, sheer and feminine.
His mouth was covered with a veil, and he wore a see-through bikini. Naturally, with such a transparent outfit, certain parts were entirely visible.
Meanwhile, Bedi wore a black suit and gloves, like a butler. This was the more masculine look. Not that it matters, as I bed both of them regularly.
Lifting the now-naked Alan, I gave a command.
“Hey, trash. Expel that loud pig from here, or I won’t be teaching you the new magic techniques.”
The nobles were struck dumb.
Oh, I can’t help but smile.
It feels so good.
To think that those who dare defy me are struck down by my spite, my whims…
Is this evil?
But even so, isn’t it the same as all those “justice served” moments in net novels or “Skutt Japan” types of tales?
It’s most satisfying to silence and crush someone through sheer force.
Justice itself isn’t what feels good; it’s wielding a cause as a club, swinging it down, and watching as others fall to pieces—that’s what’s most satisfying for human beings.
With these thoughts, I held Alan, his eyes glistening with anticipation, and began ‘the act.’
It seemed they finally understood that I would do nothing until they removed the fool who had opposed me from the room.
After a stormy debate on whether to really obey me or expel the idiot, the nobles eventually threw him out.
Those who took me lightly during the discussion received the same command to leave.
Furthermore, I now demanded that they treat Alan, Bedi, and myself with the utmost etiquette, as they would with royalty.
At this point, around ten nobles fainted from sheer anger, another ten left in a rage, and six who failed to adhere to protocol were promptly expelled. Of course, I know all about proper etiquette; I simply chose not to observe it.
Alan sat astride me for ten minutes, spilling like a broken fountain for thirty, and becoming motionless for ten. The talks were finally concluded.
“““We… apologize… Lord Exus… please, teach us… the new magic… techniques…”””
“Oh, of course, you trash. The instructors will be this courtesan and the half-beast girl. …What? Be grateful. They’re the perfect teachers for you.”
“““Guh, aah… we… humbly accept…!”””
Wow, fascinating.
Who knew humans could get nosebleeds from sheer rage?
So desperate, it’s pitiful…
“Well then, Alan, Bedi. Do your best. I’ll be working, so let me know if you need anything.”
“Yesh♡” “Yes.”
“Of course. Any unmotivated students—you can dismiss them at your discretion!”
“Yesh♡” “Yes.”
Now, that should do it.
By the way, I wonder how they’d react if they knew every new magic technique has a backdoor installed, reporting all their spells directly to me.
Of course, as someone who always does the foreplay properly and finishes summer homework on the first day, I’m not planning to spoil the surprise right away.
Ah, but… imagining them foolishly thinking they could surpass me! The thought of how I’ll crush their pride, break their spirits, and torment them to death is enough to make all the stress disappear in an instant.
