Chapter 17: Second Round - 7
Chapter 17: Second Round - 7
Even with a dark elf in heat before him, Jiha remained coldly composed.
Had he fought Enril head-on, he would have lost.
Instead, he crushed her psychologically, goaded her into swinging at empty air, then sank his teeth in.
If Enril had watched his second match.
If she had seen Shadow Hand.
If she had simply kept her composure and fought as she always did, she never would have been taken apart this helplessly.
The prepared crush the careless and the complacent. That was the way of the world.
'Taming a beast means leaving no openings...'
Jiha didn't make the first move. He only twitched his fingers.
Enril watched his hand with hesitant eyes.
Even with her body aflame, powerful revulsion still flickered across her face.
"Crawl."
Enril flinched at Jiha's snarl.
A coercive command. Their old hierarchy had completely inverted.
Enril's blue eyes struggled to project defiance, but fear was there too.
She hesitated, unable to choose between her sword and Jiha's hand.
When the moment stretched, Jiha shifted slightly, lifting his hips.
"Should I just go home?"
"Ah..."
The word slipped out before Enril could stop it, and she hurriedly swallowed the rest.
But Jiha read the nuance from her face alone.
Under his steady gaze, she pressed her thighs together and trembled.
His stare alone was enough to make her squirm—a futile attempt to hide her fevered body.
The shirt she had thrown on had slipped. She was practically in nothing but her underwear now.
Arms crossed over her chest, thighs clamped tight, brown-skinned, silver-haired beauty—her lashes quivering faintly as she panted for breath.
She fought to suppress the desire rising from deep within, struggled not to let the man before her see it, but the sweet scent still bled into every exhale.
"I told you to show some sincerity."
"..."
The disheveled look on Enril's face, her flushed cheeks—it was the face of someone who had already abandoned any thought of reaching for her sword.
But she could not bring herself to crawl toward Jiha.
Her fierce pride, her self-regard, would not permit her to go on all fours before a man.
Thighs pressed tight, Enril stole a glance at Jiha, checking his expression, then quickly lowered her eyes when their gazes met.
'So what she's telling me is: if I pounce on her, she can't help it, but she won't come begging first. Such towering pride.'
Well, stalling only favored Jiha.
A third party interrupted their standoff.
"My lady."
A voice from outside, then a knock.
It was the beastman maid who had escorted Jiha earlier.
"Is something the matter?"
"Do not come in!"
Enril shouted in a rush.
She wanted to hide this—her heat, her desperate thirst for a man.
"Hnnk..."
Enril's brows knitted prettily and a tremor ran through her. The outburst had taken its toll; forcing down her arousal by force sent a shiver through her.
Beads of sweat trickled down the valley of her full breasts.
Watching her fight so hard to suppress her desire while an eminently devourable body sat right in front of him, Jiha played it shamelessly cool.
"Why not just tell her to come in?"
"N-no..."
Enril shook her head frantically.
Her body quivering as she breathed out that sweet breath—anyone could see she was consumed by lust.
No matter what happened, her pride refused to let anyone else witness her like this.
"Are you truly all right?"
"F-fine... Stay outside!"
Sweat dripped from Enril's chin as she answered.
With every passing moment, it grew harder for her to endure the heat.
'The fire's spreading.'
All Jiha had to do was wait. Kneeling there, Enril could not tear her eyes away from his idly twitching fingers.
As if watching the prey she was starving to taste.
Desire churned fiercely at the corners of her eyes. Jiha decided to give her a little push.
"Well, if there's nothing left for you to do here, I'll get up now. You can leave the rest to your maid, of course..."
"S-stop. I understand."
Enril called out to him urgently.
Jiha paused halfway to standing and stared at her. She murmured, barely above a whisper.
"I said I understand..."
"..."
Seeing her resistance had weakened considerably, Jiha sat back down on the sofa.
At that, Enril slowly leaned forward and placed her hands on the floor.
On her hands and knees, like a dog walking on all fours, Enril slowly approached.
The impossibly narrow waist, the full brown hips swaying hypnotically as they drew closer—the sight stoked raw lust.
Whether she realized it or not, Enril kept her eyes fixed on the floor as she crept forward one step at a time.
"Don't stare at the floor. Look at my legs."
Jiha's harsh voice made Enril freeze.
Keeping her head down, staring at nothing but the floor while she crawled—that alone had been the last scrap of her pride.
"Or should I call her in?"
"..."
The threat to summon the maid if she pushed him. Enril reluctantly raised her head.
She still kept her gaze lowered, but Jiha said nothing more.
Watching a voluptuous female body clad only in underwear trembling as it crawled toward him on all fours had a certain savor.
And for that body to belong to the arrogant dark elf who had looked down on him—now discarding her pride, swallowing humiliation, obeying his every command—was even sweeter.
"Now you're starting to know your place."
At Jiha's assessment, a fresh wave of shame flickered across Enril's face.
In a state practically naked, crawling like a dog toward a man she had despised—the moment was enough to make her want to bite her own tongue off.
But her fevered body grew hotter the closer she drew to Jiha.
Because she knew a reward far too sweet awaited beyond the humiliation.
When Enril's head drew near, Jiha let out a derisive laugh.
The smile looking down at her was unmistakably condescending, and Enril bit her lower lip in frustration.
Yet the moment Jiha crooked his index finger, the displeasure on her face melted away like snow.
"A reward."
"..."
Just holding that finger in her mouth promised a numbing pleasure that would wrack her whole body.
Eyes closed, Enril raised her head toward Jiha's finger.
Her silver lashes quivered—from the humiliation, and from the excitement to come.
But as her lips neared, Jiha pulled his hand back. She had been about to part her lips; Enril opened her eyes, puzzled.
"What..."
She had crawled on all fours as told. Why was he doing this?
Resentment rose on Enril's face. Jiha smiled.
To shatter her already-cracked, still-towering pride even further.
"When someone gives you a reward, you say thank you."
"What?"
Fierce rejection flared on Enril's face again.
From her perspective, she was being toyed with by strange sorcery and had to follow Jiha's orders.
'She's working hard on her self-justification.'
Jiha had read her exactly.
Enril was still clinging to her pride, still rationalizing that she had no choice in this situation because of Jiha's coercion.
'She's telling herself she just didn't want anyone to see her in this state, that's why she let the maid stay outside.'
She didn't want her close aide to see her aroused, so she was obeying Jiha's commands? When this path was obviously heading straight toward sex?
He wasn't going to let her keep lying to herself. He meant to make her acknowledge reality with brutal clarity.
Jiha was driving in the final wedge to demolish Enril's pride completely.
"..."
Trembling, Enril still couldn't bring herself to open her mouth.
Jiha's demand meant she had to say she wanted it herself.
"Dragging it out again..."
Enril flinched.
She had no idea what this man looking coldly down at her on all fours would do.
Anxiety pried her lips open before she could stop it.
"Th-thank..."
The thought that she just had to get through this moment.
The urges of her burning body.
The self-justification that she had already shown herself crawling on all fours, so she could manage a few words, too.
The silver-haired dark elf beauty bowed her head to a man for the first time.
"...you."
"..."
When Jiha simply watched silently, Enril's eyes darted around anxiously.
Afraid he might prolong her torment, afraid he might set even more conditions—she shrank back.
"I'll let it slide this time."
As Jiha slowly extended his finger, Enril cautiously drew her head closer.
"Mm, mmm..."
Enril carefully licked his index finger with her tongue.
A ticklish but strangely erotic sensation.
As if checking whether it was real, she licked at his finger, then took it into her mouth.
The warm inside of her mouth enveloped his finger, and her soft tongue pressed hesitantly against it.
Almost as if she was afraid Jiha might pull his hand away at any moment.
"..."
When he let it rest, she seemed to relax a little. She took hold of his wrist and slowly began sucking his index finger with her lips.
Slurp. Slurp. Smack.
Lips sucking the finger, tongue coiling around it.
Like a child tasting an ice cream bar for the first time, Enril lost herself in mouthing and licking his finger.
"Hmm..."
With his free hand, Jiha gently stroked Enril's chin.
The touch of someone petting a fussy cat. Realizing she was being treated like a complete pet, Enril glared up at him with sharp eyes.
But the hostility lasted only a moment. As Jiha caressed her chin, her expression softened.
The man stroking her chin and cheek brought a cool aura swirling over her body, and the burning heat eased slightly.
A pleasure like sinking a body overheated from training into cold water. A shiver ran through Enril.
"Hnng, mm..."
While the dark elf sucked lewdly on his fingers, Jiha stroked her soft hair.
He was treating her like a subordinate, a pet. But Enril no longer showed even a flicker of displeasure.
As if tasting his finger were the most important thing in the world, as if afraid he would pull his hand away again, she clutched his wrist and sucked and mouthed it like a woman possessed.
"Hahh, hahh..."
It was a long while before Enril pulled her head back and gasped for air.
After savoring Jiha's finger for so long, the aching lust that had been throbbing in her thighs had momentarily settled.
"Hah..."
Her immediate hunger somewhat sated, Enril stared at Jiha's fingers, glistening and slick with her saliva.
Only now, belatedly embarrassed by how desperately she had been sucking and licking moments ago, she averted her face.
And yet she still held onto Jiha's wrist.
"Open."
"..."
Enril didn't understand at first, but Jiha didn't hesitate to push his fingers into her mouth.
Two, this time.
"Uh, ooh..."
Doubled in number, the fingers churned roughly inside her mouth. Enril's eyes flew wide open, and she didn't know what to do.
A moment ago it had been voluntary. This was forced—the man doing whatever he pleased.
Ignoring her, Jiha pushed his index and middle fingers deeper, then lightly scraped the surface of her tongue with his nails.
Enril trembled at the sudden sensation. Jiha slowly pulled his fingers back, then thrust them in again.
"Mm, hnnk. Ooh..."
As the fingers violated her mouth, Enril closed her eyes and surrendered.
She had realized that Jiha's forced touch felt far better than anything she did herself.
As if receiving oral sex, the dark elf opened her mouth and accepted the fingers that pumped and stabbed in a heated rhythm.
They traced her teeth, swept across the roof of her mouth, then pinched her tongue between two fingers and rubbed its rough surface.
She was completely dominated, treated like a toy, but the intermittent flutter of her long lashes betrayed that she was feeling pleasure.
"Hnnk. Hah. Hah..."
As the fingers that had been roughly stirring her mouth slowly withdrew, Enril stared up with hazy eyes.
Having Jiha do it felt so much better than sucking on her own that her reason was on the verge of scattering.
Jiha held out his fingers, glistening with saliva, toward her slack, weakened waist.
"They're filthy with your spit. Clean them off with your tongue."
"..."
This time, Enril began licking Jiha's fingers without a trace of reluctance.
Taking them into her mouth would only dirty them again, so she used only her tongue to clean them—the picture of an obedient little dog.
Realizing Enril's pride had completely collapsed, Jiha moved his foot.
Press.
His toes brushed against her already-soaked black panties. Enril jerked as if she had been shocked.
"Hnng, nn..."
"..."
Jiha watched for a moment, then bit down lightly. Enril immediately resumed licking his fingers with her tongue.
"Hah, hah..."
She understood: Jiha stopping the stimulation below was the signal to stop licking.
Desperate for her reward, obeying his commands faithfully—seeing Enril like this, Jiha extended his foot forward again.
As his toes pressed slightly into the cleft clearly visible through her wet underwear, Enril let out a moan.
"Ah, hnn..."
And still she did not stop licking his fingers. As if afraid he would take it away.
As if begging for more, she moved her own hips first, grinding herself against his toes while her tongue worked to clean his fingers spotless.
"Hah, hah... Nn. Ooh."
While Enril devoted herself to serving him and pressing her hips forward, Jiha pulled both his foot and his hand back.
Lost in the act, Enril looked up at him with a bereft gaze when he suddenly stopped.
"Why..."
What am I supposed to do now, her expression seemed to ask—fearful but also full of anticipation. Jiha took in the sight of the transcendent beauty before him and rose to his feet.
"Turn around."
Jiha's manhood was already rock-hard.
Beyond the point of endurance.