Chapter 192: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 6
Chapter 192: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 6
Narsha's face contorted, and she stretched her arm to the side. The whip flew into her hand of its own accord.
"I'll kill you."
"I get it—you want to flip out because I poked a sore spot, but think twice before you swing that thing."
Jiha ignored her weapon and stepped into the room.
Smack!
The whip cracked against the floor beside Jiha. A warning. She hadn't infused it with Mana, so the Void Rend's power was absent. Having been slashed deeply across the arm by Jiha before, she instinctively chose to check him rather than launch a reckless attack.
Their eyes met. She gritted her teeth and was about to swing again when Jiha lunged at her with swift precision.
He charged like a wolf pouncing on prey and easily pinned Narsha's small frame.
"Let go! Get off!!"
Narsha thrashed, punching and clawing at Jiha.
He wrenched the whip from her and hurled it far away, then used sheer strength to press her down and stared at her in silence.
"......."
Narsha glared up furiously at Jiha's cold, emotionless expression and flailed her arms wildly.
Her desperate fists struck his shoulders and chest.
A pure contest of strength without Mana, and naturally, Jiha won.
Like a hawk gripping prey in its talons, he held her completely subdued and waited for her struggles to cease.
Narsha's tantrum, the blind swinging and kicking, gradually subsided.
She covered her eyes with her arm and gasped for breath.
"What."
"......."
"What is it? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want me to do? What do you expect from me!"
Her words were scattered, pointless shouts.
She tried to swallow her emotions, arm still covering her face, but the sound was a sob.
She had already cried so much that no more tears would come.
"......You killed Lungtao."
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes. Lungtao... he wouldn't have died if he hadn't fought you."
Narsha was speaking without thinking.
Because if she didn't say anything, the reality before her eyes would crush her.
"Maybe so."
A long pause. Then she answered, seconding his easy agreement: "......Yes. It's all your fault."
Jiha asked bluntly.
"So why the scene?"
"......What?"
"Lungtao is dead. Why all the fuss?"
Narsha lowered her arm and stared up at Jiha with disbelief.
Jiha spoke coldly.
"An escort guard is a tool, right? Men are nothing but tools. So why make a scene over losing one tool?"
"You, you......."
Her lips trembled. Then Narsha thrashed with her entire body, punching Jiha and driving her knee up at him.
"You son of a bitch!!"
No Mana, just a rage-fueled tantrum. Jiha, also without Mana, simply took it with his bare body.
Smack!
In her frenzy, Narsha slapped Jiha across the cheek.
Jiha turned his head back straight.
Narsha glared at him with tear-filled eyes.
"I threw your words back at you."
"You bastard......."
"Human bastard. Being a dog beastman must be rough."
Narsha glared at Jiha's sneer, breathing hard, and snapped.
"If you've got something to say, say it fast and get the hell out!"
"Lungtao is dead."
"......."
Jiha drew a line with fresh clarity.
"What's past is past. How are you going to live from now on?"
"......Who are you to say that to me."
Narsha ground her teeth. Jiha replied coldly.
"Because Lungtao asked me to look after you."
"......."
"I don't want to waste time on you either. I'm calculating whether just killing you and being done with it might be faster."
"Then just do it!"
Narsha cried out.
Like a child shattered by an unbearable reality.
Without a word, Jiha wrapped his hand around her throat.
A threat that he could truly do it. Narsha bit down hard on her lower lip.
"If I kill you, all the weapons you made become useless. A waste."
"......."
Jiha spoke the cold words and released his grip.
Narsha glared at him with even greater intensity.
To hide the emotions that had just flickered between despair and hope.
'Wants to die, yet wants to live. Wants to live, yet wants to die.'
That was usually how the hearts of those who had despaired and broken down worked.
They wish someone would kill them, yet can't choose death themselves.
Having lost their way, they do nothing and just let time pass.
'Then I'll give them a signpost.......'
Jiha kept Narsha pinned to the bed and informed her.
"Now that I think about it, I hear I'm your Helper. The only man who can hold you."
"Who acknowledged a wretch like you as my Helper?"
"I did."
Jiha said it quietly.
"And Lungtao did."
"......."
At the weight of Lungtao's last legacy, Narsha shut her mouth.
"Then shall we have some fun?"
"What......."
Before Narsha could finish, Jiha's hand moved.
He grabbed the shoulder of her nightgown and tore it apart roughly.
Riiip!
"......Ah."
Her upper body exposed in an instant, Narsha reflexively curled up.
But a fully mature woman's body could not be hidden that easily.
The full curve of her breasts, disproportionately large against her small, thin frame, and the pale nipples at their center were in plain view.
Narsha snapped with force.
"What insane act is this....... I don't even acknowledge you as my Helper, and even if I did, not right now!"
"Ah, that festival or whatever?"
He had heard before that when a Dirga chose her Helper, she gathered other Dirgas and held a grand festival.
And only on that night did they finally join, according to the customs of their race.
Jiha spoke indifferently.
"That's your affair. Why should I consider it?"
"You bastard......."
"When will you realize I'm a human bastard?"
Jiha spoke the cold words, then said to Narsha.
"It's obvious that messing around with a runt like you won't be much fun anyway. I'd rather not waste the energy. If you're going to resist, do it fast."
"......What?"
"That way I'll at least have an excuse to drop it."
Jiha's words were frigid.
Narsha's eyes wavered.
This man truly had little interest in her.
He intended to care for her and take her in only because of the promise left by Lungtao.
"I'll be taking all the underlings, so get by on your own from now on."
"What does that even mean......."
"You didn't actually think those kids followed you for your sake, did you?"
Jiha pointed it out calmly.
"They only put up with your arrogance because of Lungtao. Most gathered because of him, and you don't have the ability to lead them."
Narsha had merely swung her whip.
In truth, Lungtao had been the leader of the escort guards.
Bran was there, but he lacked the capacity to be Chief.
"One word from me and they'll abandon your weapons and follow. They've seen me fight."
"......."
No matter how strong a Dirga weapon was, Narsha no longer had Lungtao at her side.
Narsha might be strong, but she was not reliable, and she was lacking as a leader.
If Narsha had ever truly considered commanding this group, she would not have collapsed and would have acted instead, even in the face of Lungtao's death.
Lungtao's death?
Jiha had turned the situation into an opportunity, creating an official body that spanned Blue and Purple and bringing it under his control.
Those who followed Jiha, a group that would later become an independent force standing on its own, had raised their banner.
But Narsha had done nothing.
"You just cried."
"......."
She could not refute Jiha's remark.
"......I don't need any of it."
Narsha sighed.
"All those escort guards were something Lungtao wanted. Do what you want. I never needed them from the start."
"Is that so."
"Yes. I, I......."
Unable to bring herself to say that she needed only one person, Narsha just grimaced.
"If you truly need nothing, then I'll at least put your body to use."
"......."
"It probably won't be very pleasant, but I'll have to endure it."
At Jiha's arrogant declaration, Narsha frowned but did not move her hands.
In her hollowed heart, there was only venom—the thought that if the man before her hadn't existed, this would not have happened.
Only resentment.
"Go ahead and try. Do you think I'll so much as flinch no matter how much a piece of trash like you thrusts around?"
"We'll see."
Jiha replied, then briefly scanned the room.
Noticing a full-length mirror on the wall, he rose, taking hold of Narsha's arm and pulling her up.
Narsha tried to shake him off with an annoyed air but couldn't overcome Jiha's strength and was forced upright.
Jiha dragged Narsha in front of the full-length mirror.
Seeing her own figure with the torn upper body, Narsha reflexively covered her chest with her arms.
Feminine instinct.
Jiha didn't miss the reaction. He wrapped an arm around Narsha's waist and lifted her.
Her feet left the ground, and Narsha flailed in surprise.
"Wh-what? What are you doing? Put me down!"
"We do this my way."
Jiha stated it shortly, then ripped away the remaining lower garment.
Narsha's frame was so small and light that a single arm around her waist was enough to support her.
He savored the sight of the fully exposed female body held before him.
Pale skin, a height barely reaching 140cm, yet the curves of her body were those of an adult woman.
Voluptuous, even.
A figure that seemed like a perfectly proportioned beauty with large breasts, a slim waist, full hips, and long legs, but scaled down while keeping the same ratios.
Feminine allure preserved in perfect condition, yet small and light enough for a man to handle with ease.
"......."
When her own reflection was laid bare in the mirror without reserve, Narsha reflexively covered her lower body and chest with both arms.
Jiha silently gazed at her naked body for a long moment.
"......."
Narsha tried to hide herself, but her face began to redden.
No matter how broken and despairing her heart was, she was still a maiden who knew no man.
Stripped bare by a man without any preparation, watching her own reflection—shame was inevitable.
As Jiha did nothing and only watched, Narsha eventually opened her mouth.
"What....... Are you just going to stand there?"
"Is that how you speak to your husband?"
"Ha? Don't be ridiculous....... A Helper is nothing but a tool I use to bear children. A tool dares to call itself a husband!"
Even in her shame, Narsha grew angry.
It was as if the anger helped her suppress the humiliation.
"Then I'll use you as a tool to relieve my mood. Though it's uncertain if I can make proper use of something so unremarkable."
"A thing like you could try a hundred days and get nowhere. As if someone like you could ever put a child in me...... Hnng?!"
Jiha suddenly grabbed her breast. Narsha's fierce words died as she froze.
The soft, clinging fullness of her breast. Relatively large for her frame, it fit perfectly in his hand.
The imbalance of such large swellings on that small body stirred the male lust.
"Then let's test who's the real tool."
It was time to show her who the master was.