Chapter 106
Chapter 106
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 106
Chapter Title: The Price of Loss (5)
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Ea's condition wasn't perfect.
Not only had her hierarchy dropped as the price for the reincarnation elixir.
Her mana, which should have been fully charged within the stigma, was down to about thirty percent, and she couldn't handle the reversed mana circuits with the same freedom as before.
Even factoring in those penalties, this defeat was shocking.
Her opponent was a slave.
A male, at that—with no stigma or anything else.
In contrast, a witch of the fifteenth hierarchy had the power to single-handedly turn a nation's military base into scorched earth if dropped on it.
Yet Siwoo's fist had pierced her autonomous defenses with ridiculous ease, shattering them and deflecting every one of her attacks.
"Gah... hack... kuh..."
The pain she hadn't felt in ages left her clutching her stomach, unable to collect herself as she retched.
After rolling across the ground for what felt like ages, Ea's naked body was speckled here and there with dried moss and dirt.
-Clank
As she hung her head in agony, a pair of sleek boots appeared right before her eyes.
Ea looked up hesitantly.
There stood Siwoo in his armor, gazing down at her with an expressionless face.
His eyes held not a shred of humanity, making her question if this was even the same person from before.
How had he changed so drastically in just a few months?
Ea couldn't comprehend it in the slightest.
But she had no intention of rolling over like a whipped dog.
Squeezing out her last reserves of mana, she launched a final strike.
"Die...!"
-Whoosh!
The limp ribbons shot toward Siwoo's neck, seeking to coil around it.
Having taken a hit right above the uterus that governed her mana—and with her reserves already depleted—they lacked their earlier ferocity.
Still, even just wrapping and squeezing would produce power comparable to heavy machinery.
A normal human struck by one would spew blood from every orifice and crumple.
Siwoo's response was exceedingly simple.
He wrapped his arm around the ribbon.
Then, as though it were a mere nuisance, he tore it free—the ribbon going slack instantly.
"Huh?"
The final strike, woven with painstaking care on the Virgin's Loom, snapped apart like some cheap craft ornament.
At the absurd sight, Ea gaped.
"Huh? Huh? Huh?"
Siwoo didn't stop there.
He reached out even to the ribbons flailing wildly around him, yanking them free one by one.
-Snap! Snap! Snap!
Shadows crept along the ribbons wherever they touched his gauntlet.
It was similar to what had happened when they made contact with the shadow spear before.
Eroded as though melting into the shadows, the ribbons crumbled away effortlessly.
They tore free without a hint of resistance, like spiderwebs brushed aside, fluttering about with soft whooshes.
The ribbons from the Virgin's Loom were directly linked to the motor nerve bundles extending from Ea's spinal ganglion—for finer, more precise control.
As combat components, she'd spared them any pain receptors.
Yet even without pain, watching parts of her body drop away like severed insect legs was pure terror.
"What..."
In a mere matter of seconds, her last act of resistance had come to nothing.
With the foundation of her ritual dismantled, the mana left to Ea could barely muster a few floating decorative lights.
Her lips paling as they trembled, Ea asked,
"You... what the hell are you?"
The feeling she'd had when defeated by Duke Tipheret and Baron Merrygold was that of a wall.
A thick, enormous, impossibly high wall she couldn't dream of climbing.
But this man was different.
Even accounting for her diminished magical judgment from the hierarchy drop, she couldn't even begin to gauge the gap between them.
It felt like trying to measure the depth of an unfathomably dark sea.
This was an unknown chasm, utterly unlike any witch she'd faced before.
"........."
Siwoo offered no reply, simply staring down at Ea with a stern expression.
Ea's breathing grew ragged.
Considering what she'd done to him, what fate awaited her here was all too clear.
Ea hesitated for a moment.
Weighing her pride against her life, she chose swiftly.
She had her angle.
He'd steeled himself to die—not for his own sake, but to save the twins.
That meant he was soft, like a ripe peach.
His magical prowess might have transformed overnight, but personality didn't change so easily.
Could he truly bring himself to mercilessly punish a witch begging for mercy in total surrender?
"Kuh...!"
Ea clenched her teeth, struggling not to let it show.
To beg for her life from this man she'd held in such contempt—naked as she was.
Her pristine white knees ground into the moss as she finally knelt before Siwoo.
"S-sorry... I... I lost..."
The tremor in Ea's voice was no act.
Contempt, humiliation, shame—all of it sharpened to a razor's edge, carving her pride to ribbons in real time.
"You're far stronger than me. I can't even imagine it. I'd beg for your guidance on how you reached this level in so short a time... No, I already respect you...!"
Kneeling, Ea neatly clasped her hands atop her plump, smooth thighs.
Her breasts—made all the more lascivious by the single mole on their upper curves—naturally pressed together between her arms.
Clinging tight like a paizuri, right down to the tiny nipples at their tips.
She figured it would be more than enough to tempt any man.
"........."
Yet Siwoo gave no response.
No sign of wavering, either.
Growing desperate, Ea pressed on.
"Truth is... I've been doing a lot of reflecting... I'm sorry. I'll do anything you ask... Please, please just spare me..."
Not good enough?
The shivering in her shoulders wasn't just from fear of retribution.
It was the bone-deep chill of utter degradation.
Ea forced her rigid neck and back down, rubbing her forehead against the ground.
Her hands lay neatly beside her head.
She embodied the classic pose of total submission.
Her already feminine form, pressed flat to the earth, made her neatly sculpted apple-shaped rear stand out all the more.
"........."
Still, no answer came from Siwoo.
Only then did Ea sense something was wrong.
No real communication had taken place from start to finish.
Wondering at it, she cautiously lifted her head—and found Siwoo's face right there, close enough for their noses to bump.
"Eek...!"
Siwoo grabbed a fistful of her hair and began sniffing.
Like a beast checking a female's pheromones before mating, the thought crossed Ea's mind unbidden.
"Sniff sniff."
Once he'd checked even behind her ear, the armor vanished from his body.
The shadows stripped him with natural fluidity before fully dissipating.
She couldn't get a read on his character at all.
Had he maybe suffered some brain damage from her earlier attack?
Ignorant of the truth, Ea could only feel bewildered.
"Ah..."
A shadow fell over her face.
Nothing like what you'd expect from that refined face—a massive thing.
He thrust his rigidly erect cock right up to her nose.
One hand gripped her hair, dragging her face toward it.
"O-okay... I'll do it with my mouth... If I use my mouth, you'll spare me, right... Mmph... guh...?"
Before she could finish, Siwoo rammed his cock into her mouth in one go.
"Guhk... hack... glurk..."
Despite her infamous cruelty, Ea had no experience with men.
As an extreme purist witch, she'd never mix fluids with some barbaric male.
With men who caught her eye, she'd kidnap them and maybe crush their balls or order them to pleasure her—that was it.
Now that self-proclaimed noble mouth of hers was being ruthlessly defiled by a stiff meat rod.
"Guhk... glurk... kuhk..."
And Siwoo's grip held no mercy whatsoever.
As if exacting payback for the time she'd gouged out his eye and pierced his brain, raw emotion fueled his thrusting hips.
The cock was a struggle to even fit in her mouth, yet it invaded mercilessly, ravaging her throat.
At the brutality beyond her imagination, Ea flailed.
Should she bite down on it?
No.
The barrier separator wasn't fully operational yet.
If she severed his cock and he flew into a rage, one spell from him would leave mana-less Ea squashed like an ant under an elephant's foot.
So she desperately shoved at his thighs while keeping her mouth pried wide, teeth nowhere near his cock.
"Hack... glurk... kuhk... cough! Cough...!"
But the pitiless thrusting was too much to bear.
Vomit surged up—secondary to the fact that she couldn't breathe.
She barely yanked Siwoo's cock from her mouth, strings of thickened saliva drooling from her lips.
"W-wait... just a moment..."
Tears welled in her eyes as she fought to calm the venom brewing in her glare.
Her eyelids twitched on the verge of spasms.
Even showing such a pitiful sight, he seemed utterly unmoved.
His saliva-slick cock dangling, he approached and shoved her upper body down onto the moss.
"Ugh!"
If one had to describe Ea's sprawled form on the moss in a word, it was an hourglass figure straight out of a micro-dress ad—cinched waist, slender thighs and legs emphasizing womanly curves despite hips that weren't overly wide.
Siwoo seized her ankles and spread her legs wide, baring her pussy.
Unlike her mature, noble-lady visage, the dark pubic mound was sparsely haired, like a girl just hitting puberty.
Her well-developed labia minora protruded beyond the majors; legs splayed, it laid her crimson inner folds fully bare.
Ea spread her legs of her own accord, as wide as they would go.
She slipped her hands beneath her ass, grasping the petals and prying her pussy lips wide open.
The ultimate pose of feminine submission to a male.
"Surrender... I'll surrender like this."
Belly up like a defeated bitch, coquettishly offering herself to the man.
A position she'd never have allowed—but pride could wait.
The one who laughs last is the one who lives.
She'd repay this humiliation tenfold later.
"Doing all this, you won't kill me, right? You'll let me go?"
"........."
"Kyaaak...!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Siwoo drove his cock deep into Ea's pussy.
A rough insertion, utterly devoid of foreplay.
No love juices, no gel—just the saliva coating his shaft as lube.
Ea swallowed her scream, holding her pussy spread to make insertion easier for him.
"Eek...! Kuhk...! Grk...!"
Hands clamped on her waist, Siwoo began slamming his hips forward relentlessly.
At first, it didn't bottom out—but with continued motion, it burrowed ever deeper.
Like an anvil hammered by a smith's blows, Ea's once-elegant face twisted into a mess.
Dog bastard.
She gritted her teeth, trying to glare at Siwoo—only to hastily avert her eyes at the sight of his transparent, emotionless gaze.
Somehow, she just knew the current him would kill her without so much as a blink.
Begging for mercy and enduring this rape—it was all to buy time for the future, swallowing her humiliation.
Thus, she could bear it.
But the fact that she now genuinely feared him was a massive disgrace to Ea.
"Nn... nnk...! Kuhk...!"
Lubrication finally eased her tight walls.
As the glans shifted from teasing her entrance to battering her cervix...
Ea's voice began to sweeten, even as she deliberately turned her head aside to avoid his gaze.