The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around-Chapter 52: Slap Boing!

Eren’s eyes widened, his expression shifting from neutral to intrigued as he had found something interesting in one of Raven’s voice lines in the Valoria Legends profile.

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[Raven’s bad day]

"I really dislike when guys try to get close to me, especially those who think they can touch me without permission. Once, during a guild assembly, some ugly guy approached me and tried to flirt with me. of course, I ignored him like the others, but then he pulled a stunt on me, an incredibly disgusting one, claimed he tripped on me and touched me by accident. Of course, I didn’t let it slide. My hounds bit him so hard, he had to take a month off for recovery. Since then, I’ve become more hateful towards men."

"Hm? What exactly did he do, you ask?"

"Well... he tripped on me—on purpose, obviously—and then grabbed my..."

The voice line cut off there, her tone becoming lower, hesitant, and clearly embarrassed.

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After reading the line, Eren’s lips curled into a dark grin. His eyes turned cold and calculating, and for some reason, Raven’s body reacted instinctively. A shiver ran down her spine. Her instincts screamed danger, but she couldn’t figure out why.

’Useless, I need a rubber gloves. A Black one.’

Hearing his Master’s command, the system reacted instantly, not daring to ask questions.

[Purchasing: Two Pairs of Dark Rubber Gloves]

The gloves were immediately placed into Eren’s inventory. He took them out and began putting them on casually. The people behind him watched silently, confused as they noticed the gloves appear out of thin air, believing it must have came from his spacial ring.

—Slap!

The sound of rubber slapping against his palm echoed clearly. With cold eyes, Eren looked straight at the trembling woman.

"Still not going to talk, woman?"

Raven gulped nervously, her eyes showing panic. She didn’t know what he was planning, and her instincts screamed not to find out. But forcing a grin, she tried to hold her composure and challenged him.

"N-No! Never!" she shouted with shaky defiance.

She still believed in her strength. She was a Level 4 Awakener, and the boy in front of her seemed weaker. Her confidence slowly returned.

’What’s a Kid can even do to me? Slap me? Oh Please.’

Her arrogance bloomed in her thoughts—until Eren grinned again.

"I found something interesting about your past. You hate being touched in a certain part of your body, right?"

When she heard that, her grin vanished and her confidence shattered instantly.

Her entire body froze, expression stiffening in disbelief. Her lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no words came out.

Eren raised his gloved hand slowly. Raven flinched and instinctively shut her eyes. But instead of pain, she felt a light tap on her forehead. Even so, her entire body shook from the sensation, sweat starting to bead on her temples.

"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—" she was about to deny it, but her body shaking just gave her away.

"it’s your Chest... You hate being touched there."

Her eyes widened in complete shock. Her body language gave her away instantly, and she couldn’t hide it anymore. Her lips trembled, and her body shivered visibly. The fear she was hiding had been exposed.

Eren leaned slightly closer and spoke in a low, knowing voice.

"That’s your sensitive spot, your weakness."

This time, she finally stopped pretending she could hide it and began to plead.

"W-w-wait! P-please! H-how about we make a deal instead?" she pleaded, her earlier bravado completely gone.

Behind them, the commander, the knights, and even the maid Marie all had stunned expressions on their faces. They now understood what Eren was implying.

Commander Gareth, panicking, quickly stepped forward and grabbed Eren’s shoulder to stop him. His eyes widened when he noticed Eren’s gloved hand reaching toward her chest.

"Y-Young Master, please wait!"

Eren turned to him with annoyed, icy eyes. This was the third time the old man had interfered with him.

"I don’t think this is appropriate... especially coming from a noble like you. Please reconsider—"

"Are you lecturing me about decency, Commander?" Eren cut in coldly.

"You want me to spare the woman who dared to attack my carriage and disturbed me?" His voice grew sharp with frustration.

The commander faltered, torn between his duties and his morals.

Eren shrugged off the man’s hand and returned his focus to the trembling woman.

"At least I’m not going to kill her, so let me do my job where you guys are bad on doing it, since you’re all a Virgins."

—Stab.

All the knights face turn pale and depressed when he said that, and five of them visibly flinched, their faces pale and humiliated by the verbal blow. They even clutched their chests in psychological pain, their egos shattered, as they were affected the most.

....

Seeing the cold, lazy gaze on Eren’s face, Raven’s body tensed. Her pride as a mercenary quickly crumbled beneath that unreadable expression.

"P-please... I’m sorry... I-I’ll tell you everything... Just..." Tiny tears welled in the corners of her eyes, her voice trembling with panic.

Eren raised his hand slowly. At that moment, several knights instinctively closed their eyes or turned their heads, unable to bear watching what might come next. They had all heard her tearful plea.

"No, no, no! Please—I said I’ll talk!" Raven cried out desperately. She twisted against the ropes binding her, trying to use her strength to break free. But the bindings were thick and reinforced, likely enchanted. Her struggles were in vain.

Without a word, the boy reached forward and unfastened a button on her upper cloak. The fabric fell open, revealing her upper body attire underneath.

She wore a fitted white blouse with puffed sleeves, slightly oversized at the shoulders and cinched tight at the wrists. A black leather harness crossed diagonally over her chest, where a faint scar traced along the skin—evidence of a deep past wound, now mostly faded with time.

But what drew everyone’s gaze was... well... her "melons." They were as impressively oversized as her in-game character model—maybe even exaggeratedly so.

’Possibly a size 120? If this were a gacha game, she’d definitely be an SSS unit with very specific fan service appeal.’ Eren thought

Seeing her cloak fall away, Raven clenched her eyes shut in shame, accepting what she believed was her inevitable humiliation. Her only hope was to endure it silently.

...

...

—SLAP!

But then, everyone flinched when they heard the sound. A loud, echoing slap filled the air. Raven’s eyes shot open in surprise. Her chest stung, but not in the way she had expected.

She looked up, confused, and saw Eren standing calmly in front of her, his gloved hand still raised from the slap. The knights behind him stared with wide, stunned eyes. Their jaws nearly hit the floor.

—SLAP!

Another hit landed, this time with the back of Eren’s hand. Her chest bounced slightly from the impact.

—Boing~

Raven’s expression froze, her eyes reduced to empty dots like a stunned manga character. Even the pain from the slap was minimal—just a light sting thanks to the level gap between them—but the shock of the situation had her completely thrown off.

—SLAP!

—Boing~

Once again, Eren threw another slap, making her chest shook, and her cheeks turned bright red.

"One thing I really hate about female character design..." Eren muttered, still maintaining his signature lazy, stoic face.

—SLAP!

—Boing~

"...Is when it’s needlessly exaggerated."

—SLAP!

—Boing~

"...Fat MILK."

The silence that followed was heavy. No one moved. No one spoke.

—SLAP!

—SLAP!

—Boing~

—Boing~

And then more. For the next four minutes, Eren continued calmly slapping Raven’s chest as if methodically testing the physics engine of a poorly coded game.

Despite her high level and the clear difference in strength, Raven still felt humiliated. The physical slaps didn’t hurt, but the psychological damage? Absolutely devastating.

Leon, Kristoff, and the other knights watched with mixed expressions. Some winced in secondhand embarrassment. Some looked pityingly at the beautiful woman. And, regrettably, some looked... disappointed it wasn’t them doing it.

—SLAP!

—Boing~

—SLAP!

—Boing~

Gareth stood beside Eren with a deeply complicated look, finally leaning in and whispering, "Young Master... I think that’s enough."

Raven had already confessed everything. Or rather—Eren had made her spill it all without traditional interrogation techniques. He didn’t even need the knights. This... this was solo work.

—SLAP!

But Eren didn’t respond. His hand continued its assault, unbothered by Gareth’s words.

"Stop it already!! I’ve told you everything I know!!" Raven screamed, her face flushed red with both rage and embarrassment. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice cracking with frustration.

Eren tilted his head lazily, his hand still moving. "Did you really?" he asked with that same flat tone.

—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP!

–Boing–Boing–Boing–Boing–Boing~

Like a machine-gun combo, his slaps became faster, causing her chest to shake wildly—an absurd scene that made even the most serious knights avert their eyes awkwardly. Marie, the maid, lowered her head with a dark, defeated aura, glaring at her own modest chest.

–Flat-