Survival Shenanigans With Elf Mistress

Chapter 10 Job Application

I confronted her, struggling against the invisible pull of the collar that kept me grounded. "Let me go, I saved your ass too! This bond bullshit is unfair and evil. You didn't get my permission before executing it!"

Ellara's eyes hardened like steel forged in a furnace. "Stop crying and yapping. The bond is already permanent, with no loopholes. It was I who saved your miserable life!"

I sighed, finally accepting the reality. The Elf Mommy had collared me, and I couldn't even escape through death. Now what? My mental state was so unstable that I started thinking of p**n scenarios.

"Does the bond come with… benefits... As in slave sex?" I blurted out without thinking. I immediately regretted my boldness as Ellara grunted and closed her hands sharply into a fist.

Crackle! Electric shocks zapped through my body as if I had hugged a live wire. My nuts felt like a taser had been introduced to them from all directions. "Aaaaargghhhh! Stop it!"

"Behave…" she mouthed slowly and threateningly. "Behave, or you'll experience pain like you can't even imagine."

I convulsed on the ground in a heap, drooling and teetering on the edge of consciousness. "Aargh! Okay, okay, I will behave! I swear on my blue balls, no more pervy questions! Now, please get these gym weights off me!"

Ellara smirked in satisfaction and unclenched her fist. The electric zapping subsided, and the constriction on my shoulders disappeared. I wheezed for a minute, but I finally managed to get up again.

"Thanks. So… I guess, as a servant, you want me to do the grunt work. Fine. Anyway, I'm just curious. If you are born weak as a Medley Elf, what are your plans? Gather enough slaves to form an army?"

Ellara took a deep breath, looking into the distance. It made her voluptuous breasts heave. I hate this woman, but I was smitten by her perfect body. "I do need an army," she said thoughtfully, "But before that, I need to find something that'll make me powerful."

"What is it you're looking for?"

"When I was born, the other Elven races wanted me dead. My mother hid me for years, and then ultimately sacrificed herself so that I could escape. I am in search of the Medley Staff, an ancient weapon that can sustain my evolved form, unlock my powers, and turn me into an Elf goddess permanently."

I nodded along, making the calculations in my head quickly. Listen, guys, I am not a big thinker, nor do I have high ideals. In fact, pettiness is my usual game. Therefore, considering my circumstances, I shrugged and quickly came to a conclusive decision.

I went down on one knee. "Ellara Voss, I know you bonded me as a servant. But I would suggest giving me a promotion. Let me be your protector instead. I'll be your knight and help you achieve your goals. I speak these words with utmost sincerity and all my heart."

Ellara looked down upon me, and her expression turned livid. Bam! She kicked me straight in the chest, making me fall hard on my ass. The next moment, something landed on my face.

It was… Ellara's foot. She pushed down my chin with her heel while her toes jammed my cheek. "A mere human thinks he is strong enough to be my protector? What a majestic delusion you have!"

As much as I was turned on by the scene and was tempted to lick the Elf's toes, I resisted and stayed calm. "How can I prove my strength lying on my back with your foot in my mouth?"

The Elf scowled and removed her lovely foot from my face, making my heart flutter. "Alright. If you can get up from the ground and stand tall, then in addition to your slave duties, you can be my protector."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. All I had to do was stand up? What kind of silly test was this? First, I came to my knees and then tried to rise to my feet. "What do you mean by getting up from the ground? That is easy—"

Whoom! Ellara made a strong fist, and I felt like the world was crashing on me. "Arghh!!"

The Elf bitch had activated my constriction weights again. The million-pound weighing collar almost crushed my shoulders into my ribs. "This is cheating…"

"That is the test you must pass to become my protector…" she replied, beginning to walk away. "But I know you're useless, destined to be my errand boy, my dog, my servant… That is all. Don't bite more than you can chew, dog."

I gritted my teeth. This fucking bitch was full of it, and I had had enough of her shitty attitude. Just because the Medley Elf has a great body and a rare bloodline, she thinks she can dominate me?

Objectively, Ellara Voss had a nice sob story of dead parents and persecution that I was actively interested in. She could be a pivotal character in my hero's arc. However, I was going to deal with her on my own terms.

“Fuck… your… condition…” I said, slowly rising from my crouch. “Enough… of that… condescending bullshit…"

Ellara turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. "How are you doing that—"

The Elf's magical collar, manacles, and chains weighed a ton indeed. But what she didn't know was that I was an Isekai'd survivor. I became stronger through quests, enhancements, and, more importantly, experience.

The survival grind over the past few days, ending in the diabolical madness of the past few hours, had probably leveled me up quite a bit.

With great difficulty and equivalent groaning, I finally stood tall on my feet, ignoring the massive weights pressing upon me. The ground trembled and cracked under me, while leaves and gravel stirred.

"You have underestimated me, Ellara Voss, so I ask you again. Will you let me be your protector?"

Ellara took a step back in disbelief, as if her entire belief system had been shattered. Then, suddenly, her eyes relaxed. Her comic book Wonder Woman physique transformed into a slender form with a princess's disposition.

Light-Ellara, the Medley Elf's original personality, was back. She took a step forward, looking apologetic. "Yes, Akira! You can be my protector!"