Chapter 108

Kaito’s Daily Routine (Front Side) Once someone dies, that’s it. No amount of weeping and pleading will change the fact that their existence is over. However, Kaito Sena was one of the rare exceptions to that rule. After many years of inhumane abuse at the hands of his father, he died a meaningless death. But instead of fading away, his existence persisted. Even now, he could vividly remember the moment in which he was murdered. His was a rare situation, to be sure. And in many ways, a decidedly unfortunate one. Kaito Sena mused on that fact as he found himself being killed. As the hands tightened around his neck, he realized that it was all just a dream. I gotta say, it’s pretty unpleasant having to relive my death in my dreams and not even be able to wake up when I want to. It was something that had already happened. There was no way to stop it. His feeble body had no hope of fighting off the large man who was straddling him. Resisting would only make the despair last longer. And so yet again, he got strangled to death atop that damp tatami mat. His arteries and windpipe gave way. His spine creaked under the pressure. A dry snapping noise echoed out. Then it happened. “Taaaaaaaaaaaake that!” “Hurgh!” An absurdly carefree voice rang through the air, and as it did, an intense blow struck Kaito straight in the chest. The shock from the blow immediately snapped him awake, and his limbs went stiff as he contorted in pain. He blinked, then realized that he was lying on a dry sheet. The solid stone ceiling above him filled his view. It had no fluorescent lights, nor did it have any stains. It wasn’t the room he’d lived in when he was alive. Kaito frowned. Where was he, and what was he doing there? Then at long last, he finally remembered the grave, hard-to-believe reality of his situation. Ah, that’s right. I… …reincarnated in another world. He gingerly glanced to his side. Standing beside his bed was the exact person he’d expected. Her black hair was long and lustrous, her skin was so fair that it seemed almost translucent, and her eyes were as red as jewels. She was wearing a bondage dress composed of leather straps that just barely covered her breasts, and her arms were crossed in front of her. And as for her shapely, high-heeled leg, it was buried in Kaito’s stomach. Now Kaito had a clearer picture of what was going on. That impact from a moment ago had been her giving him an ax kick. He almost voiced a complaint but stopped the moment before the words left his mouth. His self-preservation instincts were screaming at him to shut up. He shifted his gaze over to the window. Golden light was leaking in through its shutters. Gears turned in Kaito’s head as he sorted through the new information. Dawn had long since broken. At the moment, he was working as a butler, despite his protests. And his master was none other than the young woman who had just struck him in the chest. The proud wolf and the lowly sow. The peerless sinner. The Torture Princess—Elisabeth Le Fanu. She was already up and dressed, and he was still lying on his bed. It was becoming clear to Kaito why she had kicked him. “I see you’re up early, Miss Elisabeth… No, yeah, I’m just up late.” “Ah, so you’re aware you’ve overslept, then, Kaito? ’Tis some nerve you have, indulging yourself in indolence beyond even that of your master.” Elisabeth’s smile was as malevolent as it was beautiful. Kaito’s face blanched. Now he’d gone and done it. And with that, Kaito Sena greeted the morning— —part of a long series of cruel, bizarre days.