Chapter 34
HAVING ACCEPTED LASTRADA’S PLAN, Mira walked over to Rock once again. She halted imposingly beside him, glaring daggers.
“All right. Tell me your name,” she commanded forcefully, as if giving him an order.
Rock looked up, staring at Mira, and closed his mouth. In fact, he clamped it shut so defiantly he seemed to be trying to show that he definitely wouldn’t talk. That reaction was obviously atypical. When Lastrada was interrogating him, he hadn’t reacted in any way at all. Now he was quite obviously showing emotion.
Something was definitely different. Far from being expressionless, Rock’s eyes almost indicated that he was anticipating something. Seeing that, Mira decided to go about the plan just as Lastrada had described it to her.
“If you answer honestly…”
Mira quickly lifted her foot and, despite hesitating for a moment, plunged her heel as hard as she could into Rock’s shoulder.
As soon as she did…
“Hngh! Oooh!”
The stony expression Rock had maintained up until then vanished. Trembling with delight, he screamed as if loosing all the emotions he’d kept contained.
But it wasn’t over yet.
“You know what you’ve got to do if you want your reward, right?” Mira whispered, digging her heel in.
Sure enough, a look of pure ecstasy washed across Rock’s face. “You may call me Rock Griekkin, my queen!” he confessed readily.
This can’t be real. I was hoping Lastrada was joking…
He’d guessed that Rock was most likely a masochist, basing this plan to have Mira act like some BDSM queen on that presumption.
Of course, she hadn’t expected it to work. She might’ve been known as the Spirit Queen, but she certainly wasn’t that sort of queen. Mira, who’d objected to the plan, now had a bemused look at how easy it had been to get Rock to answer.
Rock, on the other hand, looked at her like a loyal puppy, as if wondering what she’d say next. The look in his eyes was no longer just hot, it was burning. As Lastrada had guessed, he was a hardcore masochist. That said, no one had ever known that he was into that kind of thing because no one had ever seen him react in such a way.
That actually made sense, though, as he wasn’t interested in being dominated by just any BDSM queen, but by one who was a young woman. However, there was no way he’d find a youthful dominatrix, let alone have her offer her services. That could be considered a truly uncommon desire.
Right at that moment, though, his ideal queen stood in front of his very eyes.
After they’d decided Mira would wear her antihero outfit, she’d ended up looking more like a mistress of the night than an antiheroine or evil sorceress. So the moment Rock met her, he was shocked at how close she was to his ideal queen and completely fell for her.
To think I got him to answer on my first shot… Mira reflected.
Rock had provided his real name as if he hadn’t even considered giving a pseudonym. Who’d have thought it’d go so well? The guild master was a masochist through and through. Surprised, Mira stood squarely on his shoulders. She looked away from Rock, who was leering at her, and glanced over at Lastrada.
Not wasting a moment, Lastrada wrote down what to interrogate Rock about and handed the note to Mira. Then he went back to where he’d been and took his seat, as if letting Mira know that he was leaving the rest to her.
The note began, Keep questioning him like you’re the queen of his dreams.
In short, Mira needed to continue playing her dominatrix role to get information out of Rock.
I wonder if this approach is also technically the opposite of trying to inflict pain on him…?
The idea was to get Rock, who was completely accustomed to pain, to talk by getting him to succumb to comfort instead. They’d planned to use Leticia’s captivating voice to do that, but the situation had taken an unforeseen turn. That said, this would mostly likely cause their target to succumb to the same comfort and pleasure.
Mira wasn’t quite sure how all that worked, but—convincing herself that, if Rock was willing to talk, she’d give it a try—she reluctantly continued the interrogation.
“All right. Next, I want to ask you about…” Mira recited after checking what was written on the note.
Meanwhile, Rock had a thoroughly eager expression, one that said he didn’t plan to hide anything. His slightly defiant look was completely gone. His face seemed to say that he’d reveal absolutely anything so long as she pressured him into it.
His reaction stunned Mira. But, figuring that it was fine so long as he told her everything she wanted to know, she raised her heel and plunged it again into Rock’s body, listening as he gleefully answered.
After she’d carried that out several times, Rock’s reactions weakened, becoming less pronounced, and he hesitated to answer more often. Apparently, what she was doing was no longer enough. In other words, he was adjusting to it. But Mira wasn’t used to stepping on or dominating people, so she was at a loss for what to do next.
Pondering this, she suddenly noticed Rock doing something strange: He kept glancing back and forth between Mira and another spot as if bothered by something. What in the world was he so agitated about? Was he trying to signal one of his comrades nearby?
Curious, Mira turned to see exactly where he was looking. It appeared to be some kind of storage area piled with paperwork, tools, and food.
Why exactly was Rock so concerned? Was something over there? Not spotting anything that particularly stood out to her, Mira looked back at Rock, who was gradually looking at the storage area with more and more agitation.
His eyes just about screamed, “Please notice it.”
“Hm…?” said Mira.
He was blatantly directing her there, so Mira looked toward the storage area one more time, furrowing her brow. She noted every item she saw there one by one.
“Oh. That’s a…!”
Lying casually in the space was a whip with a dozen or so leather tassels, also known as a cat-o’-nine-tails. It was a special type of whip especially favored for things like torture. Getting stomped on with heels was losing its edge for Rock, so perhaps it was the perfect time to try out a new tool.
Mira stepped nimbly over the guild master and headed to the storage area to grab the whip. She swung it lightly and turned to look at Rock, whose face was bursting with glee. Apparently, her guess had been accurate.
Hrmm… I don’t actually have to do what he wants me to. But if it’s the most efficient way of getting the information we need, I guess I don’t have much leeway.
The plan was to get information out of Rock by making him happy, so if doing this would get him to reveal things easily, then it was a small price to pay. Trying to convince herself of that, Mira swung the whip.
It let out a sharp, stinging crack as it lashed. At the same time, Rock’s euphoric voice rang out, and he began disclosing the information they were after one piece at a time.
So thanks to Mira’s efforts, they learned the extent of Gillian Rock’s involvement with human trafficking, how many members the guild had, and so on.
That said, if it had been seen by anyone who didn’t understand the situation…or even someone who did understand it…the whole scene would just have looked like stereotypical BDSM. Still, it had been for the sake of the children and bringing down the human traffickers, so Mira had given it her all.
Her efforts in interrogating the guild master as a dominatrix had succeeded, and Lastrada got all the information he’d been after.
Rock really was a hopeless pervert, though. To get all that information, she’d had to lash him over a hundred times. She plopped down, exhausted. Having had to do something that really wasn’t up her alley, she also felt somewhat dejected.
Rock, on the other hand, seemed to be firing on all cylinders. “What else will you do, my queen? Please, do anything you’d like! I, your loyal dog, will tell you whatever you want so long as you reward me!”
Clear whip marks covered his body. Just the way they oozed blood looked painful enough that Mira found herself grimacing unintentionally.
Rock, however, bore them like badges of honor. Insisting that few queens could leave whip marks like that, he asked to be lashed more and more. Forget selling out his comrades—in the state he was in, he’d have sold out his own family.
“You did gre… Or I guess I should say thanks for all your hard work, Noir Queen,” Lastrada told Mira rather cheerfully, still in character, as he walked over. He looked down at Rock—who was still lost in ecstasy—and blanketed him in white mist, promptly knocking him out.
“You…you owe me for making me do all that!” Mira snapped, glaring at Lastrada. Even if this was for the children, she complained, playing a dominatrix had stressed her out.
“As you say, my queen,” he replied, bowing gracefully.
“Don’t you forget it.”
She swore in her heart that she’d someday get even with Lastrada by making him do some equally unreasonable task.
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