Education and Counterattack
The heavy click of the lock echoed through the guild warehouse. Hans stared at Eila with wide, terrified eyes. She turned slowly after securing the door, a thick leather restraint strap dangling from her hand—something she’d clearly prepared in advance.
“E-Eila? What’s that for…” Hans stumbled backward and bumped his rear against a wooden crate.
“Sit down.” Eila’s voice was ice-cold. “I told you. You need to be trained. Especially a stupid little pet who lets other bitches scrawl all over him.”
Each step she took closer made her heels click sharply against the floor, tightening the knot in Hans’s chest. But then she paused. Under the warehouse’s dim lantern light, his pathetic state was fully visible. His legs were trembling, dark circles hollowed out his eyes, and his neck was a wreck of bite marks and bruises. He looked like a used rag.
“Ha…” Eila’s eyebrow twitched. A violent urge surged through her—to choke that neck, to cover it again with her own marks. But at the same time, a sharp pang twisted in her chest.
What the hell happened to him? That perfume… it’s definitely the innkeeper. Did she not even feed him before using him up?
Eila’s gaze wavered. The strength left her fingers, and she tossed the leather strap onto a nearby shelf. She dragged an old chair from the corner and set it in front of him.
“Sit. Before your legs give out.”
Hans hesitated before sinking into the chair. Eila glanced back, retrieved a small bundle she’d left by the door, and set it on her lap. It was a carefully wrapped lunchbox.
“I made one yesterday too, but you never showed up so I threw it away. This is fresh from this morning. Eat every bite.”
Despite her curt tone, she opened the lid. Freshly made sandwiches filled with crisp vegetables and savory ham sat inside. Even after yesterday’s betrayal, she had gone through the trouble of making him something new. The thought made Hans’s heart ache.
“Eat. Don’t tell me you’re so exhausted you can’t even lift a finger.”
“Ah… no, thank you.”
When Hans reached out, Eila picked up a sandwich herself.
“Never mind. I’ll feed you so you don’t make a mess.” She brought the sandwich to his lips. “Come on, open wide~”
“Huh…?”
“Open your mouth. I’m offering to feed you myself. You’re not going to refuse, are you?”
The icy mask had completely melted. Her face was faintly flushed as she looked away, pretending to be indifferent. Hans opened his mouth in a daze. The soft bread, fresh vegetables, and ham spread across his tongue. After having his life force drained dry by Masa, the taste of Eila’s heartfelt cooking nearly brought tears to his eyes.
“Is it good?”
“Yes… it’s really delicious.”
“Hmph. Of course it is. Who do you think made it?”
Eila snorted, but she continued feeding him bite after bite. She even brushed his sweat-dampened bangs away from his forehead with her own hand. Hans chewed obediently, gazing up at her.
She’s an angel… Eila really is an angel.
Masa was a succubus, and Karen was nothing but a battle-crazed fanatic. But Eila was different. She acted cold, yet here she was, taking care of him like this. His wariness melted away like snow.
Once his stomach was full and his mind cleared, his male instincts slowly began to stir. His gaze naturally drifted over Eila’s body. The tight guild blouse and H-line skirt. Because she was sitting with her legs crossed, the hem had ridden up slightly. Those dazzlingly white bare legs. The smooth curve of her calves and thighs struck his retinas like lightning.
Whoa…
Hans swallowed hard. It was hard to believe he’d been on the verge of death just minutes ago.
“Oh my.” Eila hadn’t missed that look. She gave a contemptuous smile, but her eyes glittered with strange satisfaction. “What a pervert. Even when your body’s been turned into a rag, those eyes are still alive and kicking. They really are all beasts, aren’t they?”
She switched the crossing of her legs. The shadowed inner thigh beneath her skirt teased him, almost revealing itself.
“You said before… that if you brought them, I’d wear them for you, right?”
At Eila’s provocation, Hans immediately rummaged through his inner pocket as if he’d been waiting for this moment.
“I… I prepared them.”
What he held out with trembling hands was a thin plastic package. Premium flesh-toned pantyhose. Eila let out a stunned laugh.
“Ha… Seriously? You actually brought them? You wanted to see me in these that badly?”
“Yes… Your bare legs are beautiful, but… I wanted to see you wearing stockings the most.”
There wasn’t a trace of deceit in Hans’s voice. His pure, unfiltered desire made Eila’s cheeks flush pink.
“Then put them on me yourself. You said it was a gift, didn’t you?”
She arrogantly extended one leg. The way her toes wiggled looked exactly like a queen bestowing a reward upon her servant.
“Excuse me…”
Hans knelt and carefully tore open the packaging. The thin, silky texture of the nylon. He rolled the stockings between both hands and gently worked them over the tip of her small foot. Shhh. The smooth membrane slid over her skin. Hans held his breath, completely focused. Past the ankle, up the calf, over the knee. The taut nylon hugged her leg lines, making them look even more supple and elastic.
“Hmm…”
Eila seemed to enjoy it too, looking down at the crown of his head and letting out a small sound of approval. But then—
As Hans pulled the stockings up past her thighs, his shirt collar drooped open as he leaned forward. The sight of his neck was completely exposed. What had been blurry from a distance was now painfully clear up close. Dark, purplish bruises. Marks left by someone who had sucked on his flesh as if trying to devour it.
These marks… they’re deeper than I thought.
Eila’s eyes froze over in an instant. The pretty red marks she had left were gone, overwritten by these filthy, dull colors.
She covered all my marks. On what’s mine.
Jealousy blazed up like wildfire. She kicked Hans lightly in the chest with her foot.
“Ugh!”
He fell backward onto his rear. The stocking was still awkwardly bunched around mid-thigh.
“This won’t do. It looks like… I really do need to educate you properly.”
“What? Suddenly—”
“Stay still. I’m going to fill that head of yours with nothing but my scent so you can’t think about anyone else.”
Eila picked up the leather strap she had thrown aside earlier.
“Hands out.”
“Eila…?”
“Quickly.”
At the chilly command, Hans obediently offered both wrists. Eila bound them with practiced skill—not too tight, but impossible to escape.
“Lie down. On that cot over there.”
Still bound, Hans lay back on the hard makeshift bed. Eila stood, unzipped her skirt, and let it drop to the floor with a soft rustle.
“……!”
Hans’s eyes widened. She stood before him in only her white blouse, the flesh-toned stockings he had only half-finished putting on her, and plain white panties.
“Watch carefully. This is what you like, isn’t it?”
Right in front of him, Eila grabbed the band of the stocking still caught around her thigh and pulled it all the way up. The supple flesh of her thigh compressed, the thin nylon clinging tightly as it rose. Snap! When she released the band, it settled perfectly around her hips and rear with a crisp sound. Her legs gleamed with a smooth, silky sheen.
Eila climbed onto the bed and stood over Hans’s face, legs spread on either side of his head.
“Mmph…!”
Her mound, wrapped in white panties and flesh-colored stockings, hovered right above his nose.
“It’ll be hard to breathe. Just endure it.”
She slowly bent her knees and lowered her hips. Plop.
“Mmmph…!”
Eila sat directly on Hans’s face. Facesitting. While wearing stockings. His entire field of vision was covered in beige. Every breath he took pulled in the unique chemical scent of the nylon, the warm smell of her skin beneath it, and the secret fragrance of her most intimate place, all flooding deep into his lungs.
Eila pressed her full weight down, using his face like a cushion. The heat of his skin and ragged breaths against her most private area drew a dreamy moan from her lips.
“Haa… That feels good… Your face is so warm.”
Hans’s nose was buried between the curves of her rear. He was suffocating, yet the smooth texture of the stockings against his cheeks was driving him insane. He instinctively rubbed his face against her. The dual sensation—slightly rough yet incredibly soft.
“Hngh… That tickles…”
Eila’s body twitched. His hot breath was penetrating the thin fabric and stimulating her sensitive spots.
“I want to… mmph! I want to lick it directly…” Hans mumbled from beneath her.
Eila lifted her hips slightly and looked down.
“Then just lick it. I didn’t cover your mouth.”
“It’s just… the smell is amazing, but… the panties… the fabric is in the way… my tongue… my tongue can’t reach…”
Hans squirmed his bound hands, practically sobbing as he begged.
“Um, Eila… I know I sound like a total pervert, but I have one request…”
“What is it? Say it.”
“Please… I know it’s troublesome, but… could you take off the panties you’re wearing right now… and then… take off the stockings for a moment, slip the panties off completely, and then… put only the stockings back on? Is that okay?”
Eila stared down at him with a dumbfounded expression.
“So… take off the stockings, take off the panties, then put the stockings back on? Why? Is that really necessary?”
“And after that… I want you to tear the crotch area… right in front of my eyes… rip it open… please…”
Hans’s eyes burned with madness. The desire to taste her most intimate place with nothing but a single thin layer of nylon between them—no panties in the way.
“Pfft…!” Eila couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing. “Wow… You really are an irredeemable pervert.”
She shook her head in disbelief, but there was a smile on her lips. She didn’t dislike how obsessively this man craved her body.
“Fine. Since it’s your wish.”
Eila climbed off the bed. Right in front of his eyes, she peeled off the flesh-toned stockings she had just put on. The nylon rolled down, revealing her bare legs. Once they were exposed, she boldly removed her white cotton panties. For a brief moment, her naked sanctuary was revealed. A sparse patch of light brown hair peeked out shyly.
Gulp. Hans’s Adam’s apple bobbed visibly.
Eila picked up the stockings again. Slowly, sensually, she slid them back on from her toes. No panties. Just stockings. She climbed back onto the bed and sat in front of him with her legs spread in an M-shape.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes… yes…!”
Her fingers gripped the taut nylon fabric between her legs.
“Watch closely.”
Riiiip—!
A sharp tearing sound. The crotch of the stockings split open at her fingertips. Through the hole created by the ruined weave, her pink inner folds were completely exposed.
“Haaah…”
Hans lifted his head as if in a trance.
“There. Just as you wanted.”
Hans buried his face into the torn opening without hesitation. The rough cut edges of the nylon and the soft, wet flesh inside touched his tongue at the same time.
“Slurp… lick… chup…”
“Hngh!”
Eila’s waist jerked. It was far more stimulating than bare skin. Every time the rough nylon threads grazed her clit, an electric thrill shot through her.
Hans lost himself in ecstasy, working his tongue frantically. Hot fluids poured endlessly through the torn gap, filling his mouth with a rich, slippery taste.
I can’t touch her with my hands… it’s so frustrating… No. Actually, I like it.
Because he couldn’t use his hands, every nerve in his body focused solely on the tip of his tongue. An explosion of sight, smell, and taste. He sharpened his tongue and dug persistently into the torn hole.
“Ah, ahng! Haaang! There, right there! Too fast!”
Eila’s moans grew higher. Her thighs clamped around his head.
“I’m going to come, ah…! Aang!”
Her back arched like a bow. Love juices gushed out through the torn stockings like a broken dam. Splash! Splurt!
Hans didn’t avoid the flood pouring over his face. Instead, he opened his mouth wide, catching it, swallowing loudly with audible gulps.
“Krr… It’s sweet, Eila.”
Watching him in the aftershocks of her climax, Eila felt her heart melt.
Even my dirty fluids… he drinks them so happily.
Gratitude and affection surged through her at the same time. Only then did her eyes fall on the massive bulge in Hans’s pants. It looked like it would burst the fabric any second. Feeling guilty for only satisfying herself, she turned around.
“Thank you… Now it’s your turn.”
Eila naturally shifted into a sixty-nine position. She unbuckled his pants and pulled out his raging erection.
“Mmm…”
She gripped the thick shaft with one hand and took him fully into her mouth. The warm, soft wetness enveloped him. While Hans continued savoring the honey between her legs through the torn stockings, Eila devoted herself to pleasuring him with a careful, loving blowjob.
Slurp, chup, suck.
The obscene sounds of them devouring each other filled the warehouse. Every time Hans’s tongue flicked her clit, her own tongue moved faster on him. Mutual pleasure. Amplified ecstasy.
“Hngh…!”
Hans’s hips bucked. He was close to the edge.
“E-Eila… I’m going to cum… inside your mouth…”
But Eila pulled her mouth away and shook her head. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“No. Not yet… you can’t cum yet.”
“What…? But…”
“Hold it. Until I say you can.”
She squeezed the tip of his cock tightly with her hand, blocking his release, and teased him by licking only the shaft.
“Ugh…!”
Hans’s patience finally snapped. Something inside his brain broke with an audible crack. After what Masa did, what Karen did, and now Eila. He had endured enough.
Who do they think they are?
He tensed his wrists. Crack! With a sharp snapping sound, the leather strap Eila had tied broke like it was nothing. In truth, Hans was an archer with quite a high strength stat. He had simply been holding back to accommodate the women.
“Eh…?”
Before Eila could even lift her head in surprise, Hans sat up and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down.
Bang!
“Kyaa!”
Their positions reversed in an instant. Hans pinned Eila flat on her back and loomed over her like a beast ready to devour its prey.
“E-Eila… I can’t hold back anymore. It’s my turn now.”
“H-Hans? Wait, let go—kyaaa!”
Hans grabbed both her legs and spread them wide. Through the torn stockings, her soaking wet entrance greeted him eagerly. He didn’t hesitate any longer. He drove his massive cock straight to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
Squelch—! Slam!
“Aaaaaah!”
Eila’s scream tore through the air. Her passage was still tight from having her virginity taken only days ago, but Hans showed no mercy.
“Haa, ah! It hurts! It’s too big! I’m tearing apart!”
Eila scratched at his back, struggling, but Hans didn’t budge. He pounded into her like a mindless animal.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Overwhelming power sex. The cot creaked violently as Eila’s body was tossed about helplessly. But—
“Ah, ang! Haang! Hans! Hansss!”
Her screams gradually turned into sweet cries of pleasure. He was so strong. The wildness of this man who pinned her down with raw power was overwhelming. The timid Hans from before seemed like an act; right now he was the perfect male.
I love it… I love it so much…
Eila’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Instinctive submission. The pleasure of being dominated by a stronger male pierced her from head to toe. His rough breathing, the smell of his sweat, those beast-like eyes—Eila was completely enchanted. Her vision went white. Her pupils might as well have turned into hearts.
“Cum… inside me… fill me up…!”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, begging.
“Mark me as yours…! Fill me until I overflow!”
“Here I come, Eila!”
Hans thrust deep one final time, as if trying to break through her cervix. Spurt! Splurt! Spluuuuuur—!
Hot semen flooded deep into her womb.
“Aaaaaahng—!”
Eila’s body arched like a live fish. Her inner walls convulsed violently, squeezing his cock as if trying to crush it. After the long, drawn-out ejaculation finally ended, the two of them lay drenched in sweat, holding each other and breathing hard.
The warehouse was filled with the heat of their bodies and the thick scent of night-blooming flowers.
Eila, still wearing the torn stockings, wrapped her legs around Hans’s waist and gazed up at him in a daze. The usual cold expression was nowhere to be found. Her flushed cheeks, melted eyes, and the blissful smile on her lips told everything. She kissed his sweat-soaked cheek and murmured.
“Hans… you were so cool…”
Complete surrender. Every trace of her proud, aloof demeanor had vanished without a trace.
And Hans, now realizing what he had done, broke out in another cold sweat.
Ah… I’m really screwed now.
First Masa, now Eila too. There was nowhere left to run.