Volume 4 Chapter 5 Part5 (1/2)

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Author:

Dozeumaru(どぜう丸)

Translator:

Yukkuri Oniisan

Editor:

Mehdi

Enlightenment Arc

Chapter 5 As a Person E

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I, the man, will not take up the

time of my readers by detailing the circ.u.mstances under which Alice, the maid,

roused in me the desire for vengeance which resulted in the way I adopted and

which I am about to relate. Suffice it then to say that Alice cruelly and

unjustifiably jilted me! In my bitterness of spirit, I swore that if I ever had

an opportunity of getting hold of her, I would make her voluptuous person

recompense me for my disappointment and that I would s.n.a.t.c.h from her by force

the bridegroom's privileges that I so ardently coveted. But I had to dissemble!

Alice and I had many mutual friends to whom this rupture was unknown; we were

therefore constantly meeting each other, and if I gave her the slightest hint

of my intentions towards her, it would be fatal to the very doubtful chances of

success that I had! And so successfully did I conceal my real feelings under a

cloak of generous acceptance of her action that she had not the faintest idea

(as she afterwards admitted to me) that I was playing a part.

But, as the proverb says,

everything comes to the man who can wait. For some considerable time, it seemed

as if it would be wise on my part to abandon my desire for vengeance, as the

circ.u.mstances of our daily lives were such as did not promise the remotest

chance of my getting possession of Alice under conditions of either place or

time suitable for the accomplishment of my purpose. Nevertheless, I controlled

my patience and hoped for the best, enduring as well as I could the torture of

unsatisfied desire and increasing l.u.s.t.

It then happened that I had

occasion to change my residence, and in my search for fresh quarters, I came

across a modest suite of a sitting-room and two bedrooms which would by

themselves have suited me excellently; but with them, the landlord desired to

let what he termed a box or lumber-room. I demurred to this addition, but as he

remained firm, I asked to see the room. It was most peculiar both as regards

access and appearance. The former was by a short pa.s.sage from the landing,

furnished with remarkably well-fitting doors at each end. The room was nearly

square, of a good size and lofty, but the walls were unbroken, save by the one

entrance, light and air being derived from a skylight, or rather lantern, which

occupied the greater part of the roof and was supported by four strong and

stout wooden pillars. Further, the walls were thickly padded, while iron rings

were let into them at regular distances all round in two rows, one close to the

floor and the other about a height of eight feet; from the roof beams dangled

rope pulleys in pairs between the pillars, while the two recesses on the

entrance side, caused by the projection of the pa.s.sage into the room, looked as

if they had at one time been separated from the rest of the room by bars,

almost as if they were cells. So strange indeed was the appearance of the whole

room that I asked its history, and was informed that the house had been built

as a private lunatic asylum at the time when the now unfas.h.i.+onable square in

which it stood was one of the centres of fas.h.i.+on, and that this was the old

'mad-room' in which violent patients were confined, the bolts, rings and

pulleys being used to restrain them when very violent, while the padding and

the double doors made the room absolutely soundproof and prevented the ravings

of the inmates from annoying the neighbours. The landlord added that the

soundproof quality was no fiction as the room had frequently been tested by

incredulous visitors.

Like lightning the thought

flashed through my brain. Was not this room the very place for the consummation

of my scheme of revenge? If I succeeded in luring Alice into it, she would be

completely at my mercy, for her screams for help would not be heard and would

only increase my pleasure, while the bolts, rings, pulleys, etc., supplemented

with a little suitable furniture, would enable me to secure her in any way I

wished and to hold her fixed while I amused myself with her. Delighted with the

idea, I agreed to include the room in my suite. Quietly, but with deep

forethought and planning, I got certain furniture made which, while in outward

appearance most innocent, as well as most comfortable, was in truth full of

hidden mechanisms planned for the special discomfiture of any woman or girl

that I might wish to hold in physical control. I had the floor covered with

thick Persian carpets and rugs, and the two alcoves converted into nominal

photographic laboratories, but in a way that made them suitable for lavatories

and dressing-rooms. When completed, the 'Snuggery' (as I christened it) was in

appearance a distinctly pretty and comfortable room, while in reality it was

nothing more or less than a disguised torture chamber!

And now came the difficult part

of my scheme.

How to entrap Alice?

Unfortunately she was not residing in London but a little way out. She lived

with a married sister, and never seemed to come to town except in her sister's

company. My difficulty was therefore how to get Alice by herself for a

sufficiently long time to accomplish my designs, and sorely I cudgelled my

brains over this problem!

The sisters frequently visited

town at irregular intervals as dictated by the contingencies of social duties

or shopping. True to my policy of l'entente cordiale, I had welcomed them to my

rooms for rest and refreshment and had encouraged them to use my quarters; and

partly because of the propinquity of the rooms to Regent Street, partly because

of the very dainty meals I invariably placed before them, but mainly because of

the soothing restfulness induced by the absolute quiet of the Snuggery after

the roar and turmoil of the streets, it soon became their regular practice to

honour me with their company for luncheon or tea whenever they came to town and

had no special engagement. I need hardly add that secretly I hoped these visits

might bring me an opportunity of executing my revenge, but for some months I

seemed doomed to disappointment. I used to suffer the tortures of Tantalus when

I saw Alice unsuspectingly braving me in the very room I had prepared for her

violation, within actual reach of me and of hidden machinery that would place

her at my disposal, did I set it working, were it not for her sister's

presence! In fact, so keenly did I feel the position that I began to plan the

capture of both sisters together, to include Marion in the punishment designed

for Alice, and the idea in itself was not unpleasing, as Marion was a fine

specimen of female flesh and blood of a larger and more stately type than Alice

(who was 'pet.i.te'), and one could do much worse than have her at one's disposal

for an hour or two to feel and f.u.c.k! So seriously did I entertain this project,

that I got an armchair made in such a way that the releasing of a secret catch

would set free mechanisms that would be actuated by the weight of the occupant

and would cause the arms to fold inwards and firmly imprison the sitter.

Furnished with luxurious upholstery and the catch fixed, it made the most

inviting of chairs, and from its first appearance, Alice took possession of it,

in happy ignorance that it was intended to hold her firmly imprisoned while I

tackled and secured Marion!

I was awakened by the light flowing

through the window and in front of my eyes was Liscia’s face. Because we shared

the one pillow together, she was really close. A gentle sleeping face. Every

time Liscia breathed in her sleep, her fair-skinned chest, that was wrapped in

a blanket, moved up and down. Just by looking at this scene, an indescribable mixture

emotions of joy, embarra.s.sment, and love surfaced from my heart that made me gently

placed my arms on her cheeks. Then,

「Muu……」(Liscia)

Liscia twisted her body as if she

felt ticklish and slowly opened her eyes. Perhaps she was still half-asleep. She

looked around restlessly, then when she noticed me lying beside her……

「Ah……

Souma. Good morning……」(Liscia)

She greeted with a wide smile. Since

her action was unbearably cute, I hugged Liscia and kissed her still closed left

eyelid. The half-asleep Liscia laughed ticklishly.

「Geez,

Souma~ What are you doing~?」(Liscia)

「Hmmm,

I want to see more, but…… Sorry, Liscia, please wake up.」(Souma)

「……Eh?」(Liscia)

After gently shaking her body,

this time Liscia’s eyes fully opened. And when our eyes met, as if accompanied

by a “Poof” sound, Liscia face became

red and she pulled the blanket until her nose and hid behind it. Perhaps, the shyness

was suddenly welling up in her. Surely…… that includes what happened the last

night. I patted Liscia’s head.

「Good

morning, Liscia.」(Souma)

「Go-good

morning. Uuuu……Please don’t look at

me too much.」(Liscia)

「Even

if you say to not looking at you, yesterday I have comple-…… Hoph.」(Souma)

「Even

so embarra.s.sing is still embarra.s.sing!」(Liscia)

Liscia press a pillow on my face.

After I put away the pillow, I stretched my hand and body.

「Ugghmmmm……

I don’t want our second time to be in the office.」(Souma)

「Why?」(Liscia)

「Since

it’s my workplace, I have to order for the bed to be tidied early in the

morning. As much as I still want to make out, I have to get up. It’s a torture.」(Souma)

「I-I

see……」(Liscia)

I got off from the bed and began putting

on the clothes that I was wearing yesterday. Since I didn’t bring a change of

clothes, I had to return to my bedroom. After I finished putting on the clothes,

I asked Liscia.

「Umm……

Is your body feeling alright?」(Souma)

「Y-yeah……

a bit sluggish, though……」(Liscia)

「I

see…… Then I will ask the maids to tidy up the bed.」(Souma)

「Yes,

please.」(Liscia)

After I kissed Liscia's forehead,

I left the office room. When I opened the door, I found Carla, who was averting

her flushed face away and Serina, who was smiling gently, standing there. Ignoring

Carla who was standing outside as a guard, why was Serina here? Serina then

spoke with a gentle smile the likes of which I have never seen before.

「Good

morning, sir. Did you enjoy last night?」[1](Serina)

Whoaa. Although it was a template

question, when she actually said it, it was painful to hear.

「…… You

wake early, Chief Maid.」(Souma)

「Because

I am also the Princess’ personal maid.」(Serina)

Uttering something that couldn’t

be judged as an answer, Serina bowed her head with a refined gesture. I wanted

to say, 「Yeah, you just think that this will be absolutely

amusing.」, but if I pointed this to her, I had a feeling that

she would respond with knife-stabbing words three times sharper, so I kept silent.

An undisturbed Super-S[2]

Maid won’t torment me. If we ignored her bad habit hobby of 「teasing」 cute girls, she is an extremely capable person.

「…… I

leave Liscia and the room to you.」(Souma)

「I

understand, Let’s go, Carla.」(Serina)

「Yes,

Chief Maid.」(Carla)

After giving a bow, Serina and

Carla entered the office. After a while, I could hear voices coming from

inside,

『Se-Serina!

I am still naked!』(Liscia)

『Since

I have to tidy the bed, please get off at once. Otherwise, I will have to ask Carlsan

to take you and the bed outside.』(Serina)

『Wait

Carla! Don’t lift up the bed!』(Liscia)

『……Sorry.

But if I resist the Chief Maid, I will suffer embarra.s.sing things at her hands

afterward……』(Carla)

『Kyaaaaaaaaa!

』(Liscia)

…… Yeah, Liscia. Please stay

strong.

「Now

then……」(Souma)

Let's change the mood. My resolution

is settled. My willpower is plenty. If I want to protect my beloved family, whether

a Major Power or a Religious State, let me show them who’s boss.

「Shall

I devise a sinister plan or two with Hakuya?」(Souma)

I started walking down the

corridor.

I admit I kissed her.

Perhaps I should not have done

so. Perhaps I would not do so again. Had I known what was to come I could not

have done so. Nevertheless I did.

After all, it was not strange.

All things about us conspired to be accessory and incendiary. The air of the

Virginia morning was so soft and warm, the honeysuckles along the wall were so

languid sweet, the bees and the hollyhocks up to the walk so fat and lazy, the

smell of the orchard was so rich, the south wind from the fields was so wanton!

Moreover, I was only twenty-six. As it chances, I was this sort of a man: thick

in the arm and neck, deep through, just short of six feet tall, and wide as a

door, my mother said; strong as one man out of a thousand, my father said. And

then—the girl was there.

So this was how it happened that

I threw the reins of Satan, my black horse, over the hooked iron of the gate at

Dixiana Farm and strode up to the side of the stone pillar where Grace Sheraton

stood, shading her eyes with her hand, watching me approach through the deep trough

road that flattened there, near the Sheraton lane. So I laughed and strode

up—and kept my promise. I had promised myself that I would kiss her the first

time that seemed feasible. I had even promised her—when she came home from

Philadelphia so lofty and superior for her stopping a brace of years with Miss

Carey at her Allendale Academy for Young Ladies—that if she mitigated not

something of her haughtiness, I would kiss her fair, as if she were but a girl

of the country. Of these latter I may guiltily confess, though with no names, I

had known many who rebelled little more than formally.

She stood in the shade of the

stone pillar, where the ivy made a deep green, and held back her light blue

skirt daintily, in her high-bred way; for never was a girl Sheraton who was not

high-bred or other than fair to look upon in the Sheraton way—slender, rather

tall, long cheeked, with very much dark hair and a deep color under the skin,

and something of long curves withal. They were ladies, every one, these Sheraton

girls; and as Miss Grace presently advised me, no milkmaids wandering and

waiting in lanes for lovers.

When I sprang down from Satan

Miss Grace was but a pace or so away. I put out a hand on either side of her as

she stood in the shade, and so prisoned her against the pillar. She flushed at

this, and caught at my arm with both hands, which made me smile, for few men in

that country could have put away my arms from the stone until I liked. Then I

bent and kissed her fair, and took what revenge was due our girls for her

Philadelphia manners.

When she boxed my ears I kissed

her once more. Had she not at that smiled at me a little, I should have been a

boor, I admit. As she did—and as I in my innocence supposed all girls did—I

presume I may be called but a man as men go. Miss Grace grew very rosy for a

Sheraton, but her eyes were bright. So I threw my hat on the gra.s.s by the side

of the gate and bowed her to be seated. We sat and looked up the lane which

wound on to the big Sheraton house, and up the red road which led from their

farm over toward our lands, the John Cowles farm, which had been three

generations in our family as against four on the part of the Sheratons'

holdings; a fact which I think always ranked us in the Sheraton soul a trifle

lower than themselves.

We were neighbors, Miss Grace and

I, and as I lazily looked out over the red road unoccupied at the time by even

the wobbling wheel of some negro's cart, I said to her some word of our being

neighbors, and of its being no sin for neighbors to exchange the courtesy of a

greeting when they met upon such a morning. This seemed not to please her;

indeed I opine that the best way of a man with a maid is to make no manner of

speech whatever before or after any such incident as this.

”I was just wandering down

the lane,” she said, ”to see if Jerry had found my horse,

f.a.n.n.y.”

”Old Jerry's a mile back up

the road,” said I, ”fast asleep under the hedge.”

”The black rascal!”

”He is my friend,” said

I, smiling.

”You do indeed take me for

some common person,” said she; ”as though I had been looking

for—”

”No, I take you only for the

sweetest Sheraton that ever came to meet a Cowles from the farm yonder.”

Which was coming rather close home, for our families, though neighbors, had

once had trouble over some such meeting as this two generations back; though of

that I do not now speak.

Before, however, I resorted to

this desperate measure, my patience was rewarded! And this is how it happened.

One evening, the familiar note

came to say the sisters were coming to town on the next day and would come for

lunch. A little before the appointed hour Alice, to my surprise, appeared

alone! She said that, after the note had been posted, Marion became ill and had

been very poorly all night and so could not come to town, though better. The

shopping engagement was one of considerable importance to Alice, and therefore

she had come up alone; she had called to explain matters to me, but would not

stop to lunch, she would get a cup of tea and a bun somewhere.

Against this desertion of me, I