Chapter 462: Punishment Befitting a Legion Commander

He who stabs others with a blade must be prepared to be stabbed himself.

He who steals from others must be prepared to be stolen from.

And he who cuts the ears of an elf must be prepared to have his own ears cut.

And so, from the moment I laid eyes on Astaroth in her dark elf body, I couldn't suppress the urge welling up inside me.

"An elf's ears are packed with erogenous nerves. Just touching them is enough to flip the arousal switch in some, and some react as intensely as if you were touching their labia."

An elf's ears were another erogenous zone.

I knew this because I'd had my way with countless elves, and it was backed up by our legion's big data. Which made cutting an elf's ears an absolutely appalling act.

"By cutting their ears, you broke the elves' will to escape."

Crunch. I folded the pointed elf ear in half. Cartilage crunching or not, I crumpled it up without mercy.

"AAAAAGH!!"

Astaroth screamed in agony.

Just as even an erogenous zone registers more pain than pleasure when the stimulation is too intense, my rough hands were crumpling Astaroth's ear to their heart's content.

"But what I really can't understand is that while you were planning to flee in a dark elf body, you went and attached new ears on yourself."

You ripped off every other elf's ears, then put elf ears on yourself? An act beyond disgusting; one I couldn't let go unpunished.

"You're just like Forneus, you bitch."

"You, what do you mean by..."

"Did I say you could open your mouth?"

Thwack.

Not a slap. A thwack. I raised my fist and slammed it into Astaroth's temple. Astaroth's mouth fell open in pain.

"Ah, damn. Ruined her mouth-pussy."

"You, you b..."

"Then I'd better even things out, shouldn't I?"

I grabbed Astaroth's hair, lifted her head, and hit the other side just as hard. True to her Level 88 dark elf body, she didn't lose any teeth.

"Her muscles are already cut so she can't even bare her teeth... but still, knocking them all out and having her clack around in dentures would be a bit much. Yeah, the cost of fitting dentures would be more of a waste."

I lifted Astaroth's chin with my erect cock. Astaroth immediately jerked her head to dodge it, opening her blood-splattered mouth to try to bite down.

"Where do you think you're going."

Smack.

I pulled my hips back, then cockslapped her across the cheek with a full swing. I'd already mastered the counter-pattern for attacks aimed at my weak spots, thanks to my experience with Levis Ann.

"It's always the same. Whenever I lift someone's chin with my cock like that, nine out of ten try to bite it off."

Smack, smack, smaaack.

I swung my hips in every direction, slapping Astaroth's face. The tattoo's red glow had turned my cock into a rock-hard fire club, and it pounded every inch of her face.

"...Ngh."

Blood trickled from Astaroth's nose and mouth. The bright red blood, different from a demon's blue blood and unique to dark elves, made my irritation spike.

"Fuck, you ruined all my plans. All the elves I deliberately kept as virgin protected species are gone because of you."

"You... pervert...!"

"I'm not 'like' a pervert; I am one. So what? You were the Lust Legion Commander yourself."

"I..."

Crunch. I grabbed Astaroth's head and seized her ear again. In human terms, the pain would be like having your genitals ripped apart.

"You thought synthesizing the seal into a giant monster and running away would be the end of it? Too bad, bitch. I secured Asmodine, Lustrilis burned to death, and every dark elf you sent topside to avoid our legion fell into our hands. You've been completely and utterly defeated."

"Shut up...! You sneakily formed an alliance and attacked...!"

"What? Bahahaha. Now that's genuinely hilarious. You still don't get it?"

I raised both hands. Then I reached for stripped-bare Astaroth's breasts and roughly yanked her nipples.

"Now, remember this well. This is Wrath, and this is Pride."

I twisted her nipples in opposite directions. Whether she screamed in agony or not, I twisted until the milk leaking from her nipples could no longer seep out from being wrung so tight.

"I am Wrath, and I am Pride. I'm the one who devoured two legions into one. Now it's three."

"That's... im... possible. How could someone like you!"

"Not telling. Why would I? So you can escape, steal my know-how, and start over from scratch? Drop the Astaroth name and start fresh as Andromalius or Dantalian?"

"You son of a..."

Thwack. I backhanded Astaroth across the lips. Capillaries burst and blood dripped down. I grabbed her ear again.

"Filthy mouth you got there. Where'd you learn to cuss? Think you can out-cuss me?"

Let me give you a taste of the real deal.

"From now on, every time you cuss, I'll cuss right back while I beat you."

"You dog..."

"Says the worthless bitch who abandoned every last one of her subordinates."

Thwack.

"You f..."

"Your mommy and daddy raise you to cut off elf ears?"

Thud, thwack.

"You cu..."

"You Forneus-ass bitch."

Thwack.

About thirty minutes. Every time she started to cuss, I smacked her across the face and fired back with my own. Astaroth's face had swollen up like a balloon, and I lifted her chin with my cock again.

"Before anything else, let's rip off these eyesore ears first. Elf ears are a turn-on, but seeing them on you is so revolting I can't stand it."

Crack.

I seized Astaroth's head with one hand and gripped her ear tight with the other. Then, without hesitation, I pulled outward until the skin started tearing.

"AAAGH, AAAAAGH!!"

Astaroth shrieked in agony as her ear was being ripped off. I grabbed her by the ear and dragged her out of the special room.

"Everyone, listen up."

The fucking orcs stopped their hips. The dark elves stared at me with dazed eyes, then lit up with fury when they saw the dark elf I was holding by the ear.

"Do you know who this bitch is? This is the demon who ordered your ears cut off: Astaroth."

Rage began to swell in the dark elves' eyes. That they'd ended up captured on this ranch as egg-laying livestock was all Astaroth's fault.

"Can you stand idly by while she still has ears after ripping off yours? With that in mind, I intend to tear off her ears in front of everyone."

"AAAAAAGH!"

Crunch. The ranch echoed with nothing but Astaroth's blood-curdling screams. Astaroth resisted with her whole body, trying to keep her ear from being ripped off, but with her tendons already severed by Nifela, she could only flail helplessly.

"Ugh... so that's what elf ears are like. Tough as hell."

Even with my tattoo-enhanced strength, the ear wouldn't come off. I'd expected the skin to tear and the ear to snap off, but it showed no sign of coming loose.

"Then I'll just cut partway and twist it off."

I pulled out the tool I'd prepared in advance. It was neither a dagger nor a longsword; it was a saw with teeth twisted in alternating directions.

"This is gonna be loud, so let's plug that mouth first."

I stuffed a slime goo ball into Astaroth's mouth and strapped a leather mask on her. Her screeching groans were muffled significantly, and I stomped on Astaroth's back, slamming her face into the ground.

"Heave-ho."

I raised my foot and pressed it down on Astaroth's head. I needed her head pinned in place to saw properly.

"Oh, right. Just cutting is boring, so how about this? I'll cut however you want. You don't like pain either, do you?"

I placed the saw blade on the rim of her ear. Astaroth froze. Having already experienced the agony of me tearing at her ear, she instinctively knew the pain of having an elf's ear sawed off.

"MMMPH!!"

The elves synthesized within Astaroth knew that pain. The harder Astaroth resisted, the harder I pressed my foot down, grinding her face into the ground.

"For someone who was once a Legion Commander and the holder of the Seal of Lust, I'll grant you a shred of mercy. Choose one of two options. Get it sawed off as is, or shall I convert the pain into pleasure? I've been curious about this for a while."

One was the cruel verdict delivered as the Legion Commander of Pride, and the other was the verdict of pleasure delivered as the Legion Commander of Lust.

"Is it worse to simply feel pain, or to drown in pleasurable agony? Hmm? Which will it be?"

I granted her one last mercy.

"Answer with your ass instead of your head."

Astaroth wrote her answer by tracing letters with her slightly raised hips. The corners of my mouth twisted involuntarily.

"Shaitan! Sorry to ask, but cast the sex magic on this disgusting bitch."

"Are you sure? The pleasure could be so intense it causes death by shock."

"It's fine. She's almost Level 90. Surely she won't go out from just that. Hehe, let's begin."

Vwoooom. A sex magic circle, seemingly blending three seals, was inscribed on the small of Astaroth's back. When I ground my foot into the back of her skull, the magic circle flashed and Astaroth began to shudder.

Pssshh.

Astaroth squirted. The pain she had already been enduring was converted into pleasure, and she came spectacularly.

"Ngh, hngh, hheek, khaak?!"

Even with her face smashed into the ground, Astaroth let out ragged moans. She must have paid attention to grooming when she switched to this new body, because her pretty pink pussy was twitching nonstop, leaking a steady stream of arousal fluid.

"Heh heh, let's hold a ceremony to celebrate the Seal of Lust coming to us. Ah yes, this is what you call a cutting ceremony."

A saw in place of scissors; Astaroth's ear in place of the ribbon.

Screech.

The instant I scraped the saw blade against Astaroth's ear, she trembled from head to toe and came again.

Scritch, scritch.

It was cutting.

No, it was being shaved away. The alternating saw teeth began to shave the ear down slowly from the top.

"Ahng, nnngh!!"

Despite the fact that a part of her body was being torn away, Astaroth moaned with her head buried in the ground. She screamed seven times louder than any other dark elf.

Those screams were nothing but moans of ecstasy.

The sex magic inscribed on Astaroth's back converted even the agony of her body being sawed into pleasure that pierced her entire being. Greater than any orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life, and a pleasure so overwhelming that resistance was impossible, one that became its own kind of torment.

Scritch, scritch.

I sawed in silence. The saw moving back and forth was like pressing a cock against her ear and thrusting. That was the exact rhythm I was moving my body to.

Scritch, scritch.

The ear was starting to split open. I set the saw down and grabbed it with my hand. I wasn't one for the grotesque, but it was best to finish this kind of thing quickly.

"Turns out there's a reason butchers chop straight down with a cleaver."

I raised the saw high. Then I brought it down on Astaroth's half-severed ear.

Crack!

"Ah, missed."

The saw blade struck dead center of the ear. If I'd hit the cut line, the ear would've come right off, but my aim was off.

"If you keep climaxing like that, my body shakes too, you know."

With Astaroth constantly going into heat and climaxing, I could barely keep my balance. Even though I was bearing down on her head with half my body weight, Astaroth squirted wildly as she climaxed.

"Whatever, I'll just keep hacking until it falls off."

I raised the saw and brought it down on the ear. I wasn't missing on purpose. It was just that Astaroth couldn't keep still, and her ear kept shaking, throwing off my aim.

Crack, crack!

After hacking down several more times, Astaroth finally stopped moving. In that opening, I brought the saw down in one decisive blow and tore off one of Astaroth's ears.

Thunk.

The saw embedded itself in the ground. Blood sprayed across Astaroth's cheek, and the ear rolled off to the side. One of Astaroth's ears was now cropped short, just like the dark elves she had made.

"How is it? Dying in pleasure. ...She passed out?"

Astaroth had lost consciousness. Fortunately, she hadn't died of shock. I lifted her by the hair and placed her on a pre-prepared frame. Laid flat on a wooden frame shaped like a spread eagle, Astaroth was bound tight to it with leather restraints.

"The only proper punishment for the idiot who cut off elf ears is death by a thousand cuts. Shaitan, dispel the sex magic."

The magic circle glowing on her back vanished. Instantly, Astaroth's eyes snapped open as she regained consciousness.

"MMMPH!! MMPH!!"

With pure pain replacing the pleasure, Astaroth screamed loud enough to shake the entire dungeon. I picked up the saw stuck in the ground, planted my foot on Astaroth's solar plexus, and took my stance.

"You were suffering from pleasure just now, right? Hehe, this time, feel nothing but pure pain."

"MMMPH!!"

Astaroth shook her head with tears streaming down her face. Having experienced the first ear removal through pleasure, Astaroth could roughly imagine what was coming. What she would feel when that same feedback came as pure, raw pain.

"Aw, you don't want it to hurt? That's too bad. Then let me ask you something."

I pointed the saw toward the dark elves.

"I ask all of you! If even one of you had your pain converted to pleasure, or received anything like that, when your ears were cut off, raise your hand!!"

Silence.

No one raised their hand. For a more comfortable position, I sat down on Astaroth's chest.

"Tch. Don't you know anesthesia is standard in surgery? You just cut them off raw? If you'd done that for even one of them, I would've gone a little easier on you. Sheesh, no mercy for you."

I gripped the outer edge of her ear with one hand and placed the saw blade on the rim.

"Don't worry. It won't hurt. That's why you just cut off the elves' ears without thinking twice, right? Hehehe."

Scritch, scritch.

"Why so serious?"

Scritch, scritch.