F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!-Chapter 200: More and More Like a Dragon

"I..."

I hesitate to give an answer, but Esther’s expectant look tells me I should say something soon. I can’t run from this choice—either I say I accept her even after what she said, or I refuse and we fight again.

"Haa..." I take a deep breath and sigh, thinking nonstop about what to say. It’s not like fate adores me, so I won’t be saved from having to give this answer. So I briefly consider what I feel.

I love Esther. But do I love her enough to sacrifice pieces of my body to her? It’s not a high cost—my body can be reconstructed endlessly, so giving parts of myself isn’t permanent, and although it hurts, the pain reduction will help.

But... it’s still giving pieces of myself for her to eat. That’s... terrifying. How will I know if she’ll really respect my limits? How will I know if she won’t grow more and more demanding about how much of me she wants?

And above all, how will I know she’ll keep loving me forever, instead of eventually just seeing me as a piece of meat she can eat?

’Trust... she told me to trust her... Accepting this means getting more and more tangled in a dragon’s instincts.’ I ponder for what feels like an eternity, even though it’s only a few seconds, and finally make my choice.

"I... I love you, and... I accept this... Thank you for being honest... I-I’ll trust you." I hug her. Saying I trust her and accept her is strangely liberating for me as a dragon.

"..." When she hugs and kisses me, I feel like I’m melting in this good feeling of relief. Before answering, I was full of stress and tension about choosing the right thing, but now that I’ve chosen and she gives me this kiss, I feel like everything can really work out and that this is rewarding.

"Uhhmm..." I feel strange, warm, something odd in my body for a moment before hearing a faint tearing sound. Esther and I look back and I see a tail!!

I shudder, and it makes the tail bristle and whip against the floor. It’s long and thick, with a deep purple hue and a scaly appearance—exactly what you’d expect from a dragon’s tail.

"Looks like someone matured a little more," Esther whispers in my ear, and she’s right. From a dragon’s perspective, I just matured a little more after that choice.

’That means... I’m getting closer to being a dragon who’ll be focused only on Esther...’ I don’t know if that’s good. And the tail is a strange appendage—I can’t choose how it moves. It just extends from the base of my spine and moves on its own.

"You got cute with that tail." When Esther says that, my tail wags side to side while I blush.

"Looks like I have my meal now?" When she says that, my tail stops moving and goes rigid.

"..."

’It’s an extra part I don’t use, that won’t make much difference, and that will be easy to regrow...’

"A-Alright... d-do you want to eat it?" I ask with a trembling voice. Even though I’ve accepted this, it’s still a mutilation that will happen to my body.

"Maybe later. We still have our game to play, don’t we?" She starts walking while gently pulling me, and I remember we have our BDSM "session."

"W-Were you telling the truth about respecting my limits?" I ask, afraid I’ve been tricked. There’s no going back now—from the moment I truly accepted her and a tail grew, I’ve gotten closer to not being able to refuse her requests.

"Yes, I’ll respect your body’s limits. I’ll only devour pieces of you when it’s necessary, when the hunger is already somewhat high..."

"What happens... if it’s high?" I ask, somewhat fearful of the answer. My agitated tail swings around, knocking over plant pots, chairs, and paintings, but Esther doesn’t care as she keeps guiding me.

"If it’s too high... I’ll probably lose control... and maybe hurt you more than I want to. That’s why I’m taking measures to always keep that urge controlled."

"M-Measures?"

"Lots of sugar, cups of blood, and... torture."

"...S-So you’re hurting other people so you won’t hurt me?"

"...Something like that." When she says that, I feel kind of excited. She’d rather hurt others than hurt me—that makes me strangely thrilled.

"B-But Esther, why do you hate me?" She still has the mark of hatred, and it’s still pretty high.

"...It’s not exactly you that I hate... it was your... attitude. Your attitude irritated me. I’m not someone who forgets easily. I still remember clearly the feeling of you ignoring my efforts... But don’t worry, I won’t take it out on you." We arrive at some room that isn’t her bedroom.

"I-I thought we were going to your room..."

"I have a better room for our BDSM practices. Elizabeth should have already brought everything we need, and in this room no one will interrupt." She pulls me into a room that feels thick with magic, and I soon hear the lock on the door—almost like a prison sentence.

"H-Hyaa?" She grabs my tail, pulling and stroking it. I look at her confused.

"Just checking... Although it’s flexible, the outside is quite rigid, like armor... I wonder about the taste..." She holds one of the scales and starts pulling until I moan in pain, then lets go.

"Your tail seems pretty sensitive, full of nerve endings. Are your horns sensitive too?" she asks, coming up to me and holding both my horns like handles, pulling them.

"Y-Yes they are... w-why are you doing this?"

"I’m going to whip you. I need to know how sensitive your body is so the pain is pleasurable. If I hit you too hard, it hurts; if I hit you too soft, it’s uncomfortable." She talks about whipping me like it’s routine.

’Did I make the wrong choice trusting her?’ I rethink my life choices while looking around at various things on the walls—whips, ropes, handcuffs, gags, some sex toys displayed as if to intimidate the observer.

"A-Are you going to use all of these on me?"

"No, you wouldn’t like even half of them yet. I’ll start softer... Remember, Evelyn, trust me. Just have faith."

"Hmmm... o-okay..."

"Great. Now take off your clothes. For now, I won’t play with your newly grown tail or your horns—it doesn’t seem appropriate, and I don’t know how sensitive they are." She walks away to the table full of toys while I start undressing.

’Damn... I’ll have to adjust all my dresses.’ I look at my tail as I take off my torn skirt and see it comes straight from the base of my spine. It must be connected to my spine so that any underwear or skirt will need an opening for it.

"Evelyn, I’ll take care of your clothes, don’t worry." As if reading my mind, Esther answers without even looking at me.

"Okay..." I finish taking everything off, standing naked. My tail suddenly coils around my thigh protectively, as if responding to my shame.

’I-It’s a little cold...’ It’s kind of embarrassing to be completely naked like this. I look around and see a mirror. I approach it curiously and strike a pose to get a good look at my tail.

’It actually... looks cute?’ My tail unwinds from me and lifts slightly, forming an S-shape as if posing with me.

’W-What madness!!’ My tail acts like it has a mind of its own and seems incredibly vain, considering it posed for the mirror when I did too.

Slap

"Hyuuun!?" I get a slap on my butt that makes me moan, which makes me jump forward, confused, my face red as pepper from moaning at a slap.

"Lovely pose, Evelyn. Your tail really accentuates your butt, which is ironic since you look even more beautiful with this tail and horns than without them." Her compliment makes my tail wag.

"Here, want to put it on? Or should I?" She holds out a collar to me. It’s dark purple with a small black plate and my name written in golden letters. The collar is beautiful, but it feels somewhat humiliating.

"Why... wear a collar?"

"Because it’s more exciting. In BDSM, it’s when the submissive side can fully demonstrate pleasure through acts they normally couldn’t."

"Tell me, don’t you think it seems exciting to wear a collar for me? Just imagine—me praising you and stroking your chin while the collar jingles softly." When she speaks in that smooth, seductive voice, it really doesn’t seem so bad.

"...Y-You can put it on..." She smiles and approaches me, opening the collar and bringing it to my neck. Soon she fastens the clasp. I immediately move my hand to touch the collar—it’s strange to wear. It’s bigger, heavier, and very different from wearing a necklace.

"...You look great like this, Evelyn." She gently strokes my face. That... really makes me strangely excited.

"Do you want me to handcuff you? Want me to use ropes? Or do you want me to restrain you in the [Wooden Stocks]? Or do you just want to stand? But standing is a bad choice—as soon as I start whipping you, the pleasure and pain will make you fall, and lying down is worse than being restrained."

"How so?" I don’t understand how lying down is worse than being locked in that wooden thing where your hands and head are trapped.

"If you fall, I’ll force you to get up and keep whipping. The first three times will be fine, but the more you fall, the harder it will be to get up, and the longer everything will take—meaning it’ll be more exhausting and painful. Plus, it reduces the area I can whip, which will irritate the skin more easily and start to hurt."

"And let’s be honest, you’re not very resilient. Your legs will tremble so much after a few lashes that we’ll spend hours without you being able to enjoy it properly."

"...O-Okay... I want to be restrained in that wooden thing... seems easier..."

"Great." She takes my hand and leads me to the wooden stocks. She opens the top part, and I place my arms and neck inside. Soon she closes the wooden thing again and locks the padlock.

"C-Can I change my mind?" I get scared. The position is strange—my butt is stuck up in the air, making my tail thrash, and the feeling of being restrained like this gives me this strange adrenaline rush.

"No, you can’t change now. If we change just because something scares you, then everything here will scare you. You need to stop running from your choices. I gave you four options; you chose this one. But if you want me to let you out, that’s fine—but I’ll be very disappointed."

"After all, didn’t we fight earlier precisely because you never try to see my side and always run from your own choices?"

"..."

"Y-You can continue..." I end up giving in because she’s right—I chose this out of four options, and she even said which option was the worst.