Chapter 235 Kill and Take -2
Chapter 235 Kill and Take -2
The infirmary.
Mayan was sitting on the bed. She saw Jiha and immediately tried to rise.
"Stay seated."
Jiha pulled a chair over and sat beside her.
They were alone in the room.
"How's your condition?"
"I'm fine. No problems at all. I'd like to return to duty immediately."
Mayan spoke rapidly. Jiha studied her in silence.
Her dog ears drooped downward.
"...I apologize for my mistake at such an important event."
"Don't get hurt next time."
Jiha kept it brief.
"And let bastards like that just die. Better them than you."
Mayan was a remarkably useful asset.
Setting aside her absolute loyalty to Enril... for one thing, she was a Super Rare, so her combat ability was excellent.
Her tracking skills as a dog beastman were outstanding too.
'She lacks experience, so she doesn't fight well, but...'
Being a maid, she was short on real combat experience.
"...Yes, I'm sorry."
Mayan seemed to recognize it herself — that she had been a liability — and was asking for forgiveness.
"But you did well. For now, eat well, rest well, and focus on treatment. And..."
Jiha paused, then finished the thought.
"I'll be having dinner with Enril. Once you're fully recovered, make the arrangements."
"...Excuse me?"
Mayan looked startled, but Jiha was already turning away without waiting for an answer.
"Thank you!"
Her voice followed him as he left the infirmary.
'She really did do well.'
In any case, there had been no fatalities at Alex's banquet.
Alex's scheme to attack the investigative committee's legitimacy had come to nothing, and Jiha had seized the initiative instead.
It was thanks to Mayan putting her body on the line to carry out the mission.
What Mayan wanted was for Jiha to spend more time with Enril. Rewarding a dog who'd done good work was no trouble.
That way, she'd be even more loyal.
When Jiha stepped out of the infirmary, he saw someone waiting for him.
A breathtaking beauty with brown skin — the dark elf Enril.
"She alright?"
Jiha's short question. She must have seen him go in and deliberately waited outside.
Enril nodded slowly.
"Mayan is fine. No issues."
"You go get some rest with the kid too."
No one can fight every single day.
Didn't Jiha himself seek out women after battle and spend the night unwinding?
Same went for Uniques. When your mind was troubled, you had to release it.
"No, I'm fine. Working is better."
"Alright."
Jiha nodded at her refusal.
He was the same type, so he understood what Enril meant.
Jiha walked ahead. Enril followed without a word.
She had the look of someone with something to say. When Jiha gave her a nod, Enril spoke.
"I contacted the dark elves. We can move."
Jiha was quietly surprised.
It was something he'd never ordered. Enril had acted on her own.
Enril kept her eyes fixed ahead as she spoke.
"The total dark elf population is roughly four hundred sixty-three thousand. Most of the Rare Grades experienced the Thousand-Year War. Even among Rares of the same grade, their actual combat experience sets them apart."
Dark elves were a race that lived a thousand years. It was only natural.
Veteran elites, warriors who had survived brutal warfare.
"Because they have war experience, they'll be more useful than anyone. They're currently moving discreetly into Sunriver, Woodlock, and Silverlight — cities around Waris. I've taken care to infiltrate them without drawing attention; deployment will be complete within about a month."
The names she was listing were small to mid-sized cities built around the mega-city of Waris.
Enril continued calmly.
"Sunriver is rich in grain. Woodlock is a strategic chokepoint. Silverlight is a critical route connecting to Shadowmoon, the dark elf homeland. If we seize these three locations, we can move much more smoothly."
If what Enril said was true, a triangular zone linking Waris, the dark elf homeland, and the surrounding cities would be complete.
Most importantly, Woodlock was a vital checkpoint — the first line of defense any Blue Seal troops rushing to Waris would have to pass through.
"Say the word and I'll take them."
Jiha had been thinking he needed to get those cities under his control. It was gratifying that Enril had already made moves on her own.
Jiha stopped walking. Enril stopped as well.
She kept her gaze forward as she spoke.
"I've decided to follow you."
Of course, Enril's body and heart already belonged to Jiha.
But as a dark elf Unique, she carried a sense of responsibility toward her race.
Jiha had been planning to use Guason to gather the elves first, then draw in the dark elves and other races as well.
Enril had already made her decision and handled it herself.
"I and every dark elf will follow you. If you gain glory, we'll share in it. If you fall, we'll descend into hell with you. Any dark elf who refuses — I'll deal with them myself."
Enril spoke evenly.
Her resolve was firm. Jiha nodded slowly.
Enril's face was shadowed as she spoke.
"...When I saw Mayan hurt, I understood. There's no turning back now."
"..."
"I don't want to see you die."
The haughty beauty's voice turned frail as she lowered her head.
"I truly hate it. The thought of that."
She must have really imagined it. Her face was steeped in sorrow and grief. Jiha was quietly taken aback.
His impression of Enril had always been that of a proud, cold beauty who looked down on others.
Sure, once Jiha worked her over, she quickly came undone and let out those desperate little gasps... but had he known she could make this kind of expression?
Unaware of Jiha's private surprise, Enril stared at the floor and spoke.
"At first, I thought it would be enough if I just stayed by your side. But it's not. Not only is that not what you want... I've realized I no longer have a choice."
"Because I'm pulling the elves in?"
That Jiha was trying to seize control of the elves through Guason wasn't exactly a secret.
"That's part of it... but I want to be useful to you."
"..."
"More than the other women."
Enril spoke softly.
Like Jiha, Enril wasn't the type to readily show what was inside. Even when dealing with other Uniques, she'd been haughty and cold.
The only time she let her guard down was when she was alone with Jiha, and she became remarkably endearing in bed.
"Yeah."
Something warm stirred in Jiha's chest, and a playful impulse took hold.
When Enril lifted her head, she grew flustered to find Jiha already standing right in front of her.
"So you want to be loved more than the other women, is that it?"
"Th-that's..."
Enril lowered her eyes, embarrassed.
"...Yes."
An unexpectedly straightforward admission. She knew that if she lied to Jiha, he'd only torment her until she confessed anyway.
As she kept her head down, unable to lift it, Jiha looked down at her and smiled in satisfaction.
"Distracted by a man, selling out your own race's fate."
"What is that supposed to—"
A flash of anger crossed her features, and the moment Enril raised her head, Jiha sealed his lips over hers.
He pushed his tongue through the startled woman's parted, sweet lips, and her soft tongue welcomed him at once.
He wound his tongue around hers, pulled her body close with his arms, and pressed her back.
"Ah, mm..."
Enril's arms stiffened, not knowing what to do, but as Jiha sweetly sucked on her lips, she soon closed her eyes and let the tension drain from her body.
Then her arms wrapped around Jiha.
With the woman melting into his embrace, eagerly nestling against him, Jiha savored her lips at his leisure before slowly pulling away.
"Haa, haaah..."
Enril's proud face had come completely undone from just a kiss, turning slack and unguarded.
Her breath heated. Her eyes, strangely wet, looked up at him. Jiha took her chin in his hand and admired her at his leisure.
Confirmation that he had melted her like this. Confirmation that this woman was his.
Breathing hard, Enril let her eyes fall slightly.
She seemed embarrassed that a kiss alone had excited her this much.
"...Don't say cruel things."
"Teasing you is too much fun. Can't help it."
Jiha had known full well that wasn't what Enril meant. He'd teased her on purpose.
Making a woman angry, then doting on her — it was quite the vice.
Especially when that woman was an ice flower who would never permit another man's touch.
"I'll make sure you never regret betting on me."
"...Yeah."
Enril nodded, a faint smile crossing her face.
A breathtaking beauty who had only ever sneered at dying enemies — now smiling with joy at a man's words.
"..."
The moment Jiha saw that, he found himself reflexively covering her lips with his again.
Enril, who had gladly embraced him, grew flustered when his hand moved toward her chest.
Jiha's hand roughly grasped her breast over her combat uniform, then tore open the front and slipped inside.
To knead that lush chest, those exquisite brown mounds, directly.
The man's hand seized her breast and toyed with it, circling.
"Hah, haht. W-wait. Here is..."
They were in a corridor.
Fortunately, no one was passing by at the moment, but someone could appear at any time.
Jiha answered curtly.
"Let them look. Anyone who looks gets their eyeballs gouged out."
"...Nnht."
The male was fully aroused and coming at her. The woman was happy about it, but also deeply flustered.
The anxiety that someone might come, but the man wouldn't wait for the woman's hesitation.
Even as he kept his lips on Enril's and kneaded her breast, Jiha lifted her leg, hooked it over his shoulder, and hoisted her up.
His lower half had ignited in an instant and was on the verge of exploding.
Enril hadn't done anything particularly sexual. The moment he saw her smile so endearingly, lust had surged up and become unbearable.
Even after spending the night with two women, he was in heat and struggling to hold back.
Jiha privately questioned his own reaction, but he couldn't suppress it.
He wanted to dote on this woman. The urge to hold her was overwhelming.
'Well, she did do good work...'
Jiha pressed his erection — threatening to tear through his pants — firmly against her secret place.
"Ah..."
Despite the barrier of cloth against cloth, Enril flinched and trembled at the heat she felt.
Her back against the wall, both legs draped over Jiha to support her weight — it was a precarious position. To keep from falling, she had no choice but to grip a protruding part of the wall with her hands.
Hard for an ordinary woman, but she was a Unique. Concentrating Mana into her hands made it manageable.
"Haa, haa..."
Suppressing the urge to thrust in immediately, Jiha rubbed against her without removing his pants.
Even when the male was completely enraged, going at it recklessly could hurt the woman. So he was deliberately taking his time.
Realizing this, Enril instinctively wrapped her arms around Jiha's shoulders.
It was a corridor meant only for the two of them, but embarrassed that someone might hear, she whispered very quietly into his ear.
"It's alright, you can do it..."
"..."
Just as Jiha was about to pull his pants down without further ceremony, Enril's expression abruptly shifted, and she pushed against his chest with both hands.
"Ah, no. Wait."
"What?"
Jiha, stopped short, growled.
Who wouldn't be angry when the meat they were about to taste tries to escape?
Enril knew that too, but she shook her head desperately, hurriedly lowering her legs and standing on her own feet.
"No, not right now..."
"..."
Was she messing with him?
Jiha watched Enril hastily straighten her clothes. Even through his anger, he focused Mana into his ears.
The ability he'd gained from Lijin through Bloodsucking — Hearing Amplification.
Footsteps were approaching.
"So what."
Who cared if someone came? Any subordinate who interrupted the Chief's enjoyment could simply have their head struck off.
Didn't even the president of the United States occasionally get walked in on by an aide while passionately enjoying the First Lady?
"...I don't want to be seen."
Enril pleaded earnestly.
Normally, if a woman did this, Jiha would just push harder.
"..."
But right now, Enril looked like she might genuinely cry.
A woman who had refused from the start was one thing, but when she'd been about to go through with it and then did this, it killed the mood.
"Fine."
When Jiha backed off, Enril grew even more flustered.
She'd been the one to refuse, but now that the male had cooled, she was privately worried.
A female's heart — anxious that he might never seek out her nest again.
"It's not just anyone..."
"..."
Enril was trying to explain when the owner of the footsteps came into Jiha's view.
Leticia, approaching with a brisk stride, frowned when she saw Jiha and Enril.
"What's this, you two?"
"..."
So it didn't matter if it was someone else, but she didn't want Leticia to see?
Enril had once witnessed him with Leticia and withdrawn. Was she embarrassed to be seen herself?
'Is her pride just that strong?'
As Jiha was figuring this out, Leticia marched up and snatched his arm.
"Hurry up. I've set up the meeting with Taigirl, just like I said."
A move to snatch the male away from another female. But Enril followed right behind Jiha.
Leticia, walking ahead, glanced back at Enril and spoke icily.
"What's this, big ass. Why are you following?"
"I don't see any reason I can't go either, discolored apple."
When Enril shot back, Leticia scoffed.
"Have you gotten even fatter lately? You planning to build a mountain range with that ass? It looks hypertrophic."
"Still better than a scrawny thing with no chest and no ass, wouldn't you say? Honestly, I'm more amazed you claim to be a woman with that figure. From behind, I'd think you were a man."
"Are you done talking—"
"Ah, I guess from the front you'd look like a man too. Flat from the front, flat from the back."
Leticia's face turned bright red. She glared at Enril.
Of course, Leticia had plenty of volume herself. Her chest was adequately sized, and her rear was pleasingly firm and shapely.
But anyone could see Enril had more curves and was more voluptuous. That was simply a fact.
Leticia's advantage was her breathtaking legs. Just watching her walk was refreshingly satisfying.
Enril even clapped her hands as she mocked her.
"Congratulations. You'll never be mistaken about your gender."
"A dark elf whose only point of pride is her ass, really..."
"You've got nothing to be proud of at all."
She was a loving female when it came to Jiha, but Enril was fundamentally a haughty and cold type.
That didn't change no matter who she was dealing with, and she was especially venomous toward Leticia.
Leticia and Enril glared at each other, then glanced at Jiha for his reaction.
Because the male's decision took priority over their feelings.
"Lead the way."
When Jiha didn't object to Enril coming along, Leticia, though clearly displeased, started walking.
Enril fell into step beside Leticia, a satisfied smile on her face. She took it as Jiha having sided with her.
But as Jiha walked along watching both women's rears, something was simmering inside him.
Not anger — a male problem.
Hadn't Enril just gotten him worked up and then slipped away with an excuse?
It might not have been intentional, but that was the result.
Those lovely white legs stretching up from that cute rear. The sight of that captivating brown ass walking side by side with Leticia's — just watching it made him throb.
'Getting cut off midway is irritating. And this could happen again.'
In that case, he'd just enjoy both of them together.
He'd dote on Enril and Leticia at the same time.
Jiha solidified his resolve, but for now, he suppressed his lust.
Work came first.
Heinrich, Quority — kill them both, then tame the witch Unique Barjet.