"You! What do you intend to do to me?"
The Dark Elf Queen's eyes widened in shock the moment she saw Kurose Akira pull out the elf branch and the elf rod. Two specialized weapons against elves—apparently, they worked on her as well.
"First, you need to understand something," Akira said slowly, deliberately, his voice calm yet firm. "Right now, you don't have the right to bargain. Want to 'seize the king to command the lords'? Forget it. That's just a dream."
"Hmph!" The Dark Elf Queen snorted, clearly displeased. "All I need to make you obedient is a single word."
"Always so arrogant, aren't you?"
Akira shook his head with a wry smile. A single word to make me submit? How deluded.
"Don't believe me?"
A sly curve lifted the corner of her lips. Her fingers flicked, and a swirl of multicolored magic condensed at her fingertips, radiating an aura that made even the bravest shiver.
"Do you think I fear you?"
With that, her eyes flared. The magical energy coalescing at her fingertips suddenly shattered into a butterfly and lunged at Akira.
The sudden attack forced him to react immediately. He raised the elf rod and struck it down.
Crack!
The butterfly dissipated instantly, a crisp sound echoing in the room.
Yet the residual force of the elemental magic grazed Akira, sparks skimming across his cheeks, leaving a searing burn.
"How… how is this possible?"
The Dark Elf Queen froze, surprised. She had only casually cast a spell, intending to warn him. Never did she imagine that her magic would be so effortlessly destroyed by his elf rod!
"The rod… did Tinas give this to you?"
Her eyes narrowed, sensing something unusual. That rod in his hand—it inspired genuine fear. She knew with certainty: this was no ordinary weapon.
"Extremely effective!"
Akira's grin widened. The elf rod, forged by the Mother Tree itself, was perfect for anti-elf combat. It made him realize its true potential—he now knew exactly how to use it.
"Hmph!"
The Dark Elf Queen noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. She decided to strike first, summoning five elemental spells to control him.
But before she could unleash them, Akira swung the elf branch at her!
Whap!
The crisp crack echoed in the bedroom, almost like a melodious tune. Akira's grin deepened.
"Impertinent wretch!"
The Dark Elf Queen clutched her bruised side, black gown torn to reveal pale, flawless skin. She tried to resist, but Akira's rod struck again, perfectly connecting with her shapely rear.
Like a rabbit meeting its predator, she stumbled backward, cheeks flaming crimson.
"How dare you insult me!" she hissed, her hands covering her wounded backside, eyes blazing with fury.
"You still don't understand your position, do you…"
Akira sighed, exasperated. She still hadn't realized—she was no longer the Elf Queen. Now, she was just a member of the Puff Fantasy guild, or perhaps… his summoned entity.
"In that case, I'll make you understand your situation!"
He raised the elf branch, slashing the air. Each crack sounded like a whip lashing a defiant servant. The Dark Elf Queen's eyes trembled.
Backing away, she tried to warn him, "You insolent wretch! One more step, and I will never—"
Before she could finish, Akira closed the distance, his hand gripping her waist.
At the same time, her Succubus Constitution trait activated, weakening her resistance.
"What are you doing?"
Before she could respond, he lifted her in a princess carry, pressing her against his chest.
Confusion clouded her face. She had no idea what he intended.
He shifted her onto his lap. The Dark Elf Queen froze, still trying to comprehend his purpose.
Held firmly, she could resist nothing.
"Still planning to rebel? Admit your mistake."
Akira's tone was stern, almost like a strict mentor.
She tried to protest—but the rod struck again.
The elf rod wasn't solid iron—it was flexible, springing back with a sting.
"How dare you insult your master! That's a strike!"
Akira would not coddle her. He was the absolute ruler of the guild. Once he made up his mind, even Lucia could not argue. This was the power of the guild president.
"You—!"
The Dark Elf Queen gritted her teeth, dark-golden eyes flashing with hatred. A queen reduced to this, lying in a man's lap, spanked relentlessly… damn him!
"Still not obedient?" Akira raised a brow, lips curling into a more excited grin. "Then don't blame me for being unkind!"
Whap!
"Eee!"
Screams filled the room, continuing for an hour before fading. Fortunately, the guild rooms were well insulated—no one else was disturbed.
"You vile man!"
The Dark Elf Queen trembled, furious, yet she did not lose her dignity. As the White Elf Queen had said, making a queen submit was never easy.
Having endured enough, it was time to offer her a taste of relief.
"Now, can we talk?" Akira smiled. "Of course, if you want to continue… I don't mind."
"Stop! Enough!"
The Dark Elf Queen immediately protested. She could endure pain, but not humiliation. Each lesson had been seared into her memory—he would break her otherwise.
"That's more like it~ We're friends; there's no need to be enemies."
Akira smiled at her response. He gently rubbed her reddened backside, soothing her wounded pride.
Instantly, the Dark Elf Queen's anger flared again. "You… bastard!"
"Alright, sit up now."
He lifted her from his lap and repositioned her. Her eyes widened—pain from the spanking rendered her speechless, hatred and fury mingling in her gaze.
"Tomorrow, may I borrow your strength?" Akira asked, shifting the topic. Soft methods alone wouldn't work on her.
"You… hss… you think I'd help after this?"
She glared, still aching. Helping him now? Dream on.
Yet her focus returned to the pain. Why was it worsening? The rod's power was incredible—even her demigod body couldn't heal from it.
"You need to consider your choice carefully. If you do this, you may only remain an observer in the future…"
Akira paused. "Or rather, a camera. You'll have no control over this body."
"You dare!?"
The Dark Elf Queen's face darkened. Camera? What did he mean?
"See if I dare. Don't forget who gave you this body." His tone was low, a clear threat.
Her face grew shadowed. Silence. Then, she relented.
He truly had the power to prevent her from ever controlling this body. Her body was born from a Dark Elf Fruit—the master of that fruit was Akira.
She sighed. "If I willingly lend you my power, can you grant me full control over this body?"
"No!"
Akira's answer was firm. No hesitation.
"Why!?"
"Right now, I trust the White Elf Queen more." He shrugged.
"…If I give you everything, will you give me a chance?"
Akira blinked. This was the first time she had shown submission. The reason was simple—she had no leverage left. Only by stepping back could she hope to survive.
"It depends on your sincerity."
He smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "If you give me your heart, why shouldn't I give mine to you?"
"You…"
She wavered, trapped between defiance and necessity. If she defied him, she would truly become nothing but a 'camera,' observing the White Elf Queen's life.
"Tomorrow, I'll help you once. I expect you to keep your word," she said finally.
"A promise is a promise, but that alone isn't enough."
"Not enough? She… did nothing! I lost my…!"
She wanted to protest, but stopped—humans were double-standard creatures. Even a queen could fall victim to it; Akira's impartiality mattered more than her complaints.
"I treat all of you the same. Whoever performs best earns control," he said casually.
"…Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm done wasting words. Out now, I'm sleeping."
"Shouldn't you prove your value?"
"Prove my value?" She paused, then smirked. "In your dreams!"
"I'll help with the medicine. You won't sleep well if your backside keeps hurting."
Akira had already prepared herbal remedies.
"Come on, arch a little, okay?"
"Wait!"
"Good girl!"
"???"
(Here, a 500-word medicinal treatment scene is omitted…)
…
By 7 a.m., Akira emerged from her room, sighing.
"Still needs discipline… can't even take medicine quietly."
He washed the residual ointment and sat on the guild hall sofa, glancing at the elf rod's progress:
[2/1000]
How long until I unlock its power? The conditions were far more complex than he expected. He needed another plan.
"President! We're here!"
Beyafly and Flore appeared from the portal, bouncing excitedly toward him.
"Perfect timing," Akira muttered with a mischievous grin…
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