Chapter 243 Kill and Take -10
Chapter 243 Kill and Take -10
Jiha had more than one reason for sending Leticia away.
With Leticia stuck to Barjet's side, Heinrich couldn't use the aphrodisiac he'd finally gotten his hands on.
Because Leticia was an unpredictable variable no one could account for.
Yet he couldn't harm Leticia—not with Enril's threat hanging over him.
In other words, he had to endure and wait for a moment when Leticia was absent.
'What's more, since I declared I'd take Barjet for myself, he must have secretly felt pressed for time. Then Leticia, who had been clinging to her for days, vanishes, and Quority shows up. He must have thought it was the perfect chance and quickly fed her the bughra.'
Jiha had seen straight through Heinrich's psychology and already guessed he'd given Barjet the bughra.
'They say bughra activates once Mana is stirred. Barjet already ingested it... and once her Mana activates, she'll go into heat. Heinrich was planning to needlessly drag things out, then later pin the whole thing on Quority's evil scheme.'
Jiha laughed inwardly.
Heinrich thought it was a golden opportunity, but it had all been in the palm of Jiha's hand.
"You thought I would come personally, didn't you?"
"......."
A flicker of agitation crossed Heinrich's face.
It was the expression of a man belatedly realizing this entire situation was on Jiha's palm.
His plan must have been to claim Barjet, who knew little of the world and was easily swayed by others' words, and then run his mouth to cover it all up by claiming it was Quority's vicious trick.
But because Jiha had laid everything out starkly... Barjet had found out.
"Now, go on and stir your Mana."
"You mustn't, Lady Barjet. That is exactly that bastard's scheme."
"Mine? What scheme?"
As Jiha spoke shamelessly, Heinrich forced the words out with forced smoothness.
"Judging by what you're saying, it's clear he put that elf up to sending her as well. But how can you possibly trust the words of a man like that?"
"I suppose we can just test it, like Haran said. Barjet, do it."
"......."
When Jiha, who was holding her from behind, softly urged her, Barjet couldn't decide quickly.
Jiha's arms were strong, but if she stirred her Mana, she could slip free easily.
But hadn't Heinrich said even this was Jiha's scheme?
She simply couldn't judge what the truth was.
"W-Wait a moment. An aphrodisiac? Is there really such a thing? No matter how potent a drink or drug is, if you regulate your body's condition with Mana, it should have absolutely no effect..."
"Ah, so that's why he secretly developed a counter that ignores that. That's why Heinrich kept sticking close to you—to feed it to you."
"You mustn't believe that nonsense, Lady Barjet."
Heinrich glared at Jiha with an angry face, as though truly wronged.
But his eyes were cold and steady.
He had already resolved to kill Jiha and pin everything on him.
The only reason he wasn't acting now was that Barjet was wedged between the two of them. The moment the situation shifted, a clash would break out.
'He's angry enough that he can't hide the emotion in his eyes...'
He was responding coldly, but he was a one-dimensional man.
"You'll know if you just try it, won't you? What's so difficult about it."
"......."
Jiha stirred his Mana and then suppressed it a couple of times.
After hesitating for a long while, Barjet shook her head.
"I... understand. I'll trust you, Heinrich."
"Thank you, Lady Barjet. Then..."
At the warm words exchanged between the man and woman, Jiha cut in icily.
"Ah, I see. You're determined to stay stupid. What should I do? I really hate stupidity."
Squish.
Jiha grabbed Barjet's greatly swollen breast.
A breast like a huge, tautly inflated balloon; the moment he grabbed it, the resistance was tremendous.
Startled, Barjet twisted her body.
"Ah! Wh-What is this! You pervert! Let go! Let go of me!"
"If you've got the power, use it."
Barjet, nearly in tears, twisted her body, but she couldn't escape Jiha's gripping hand.
No matter how she tried to push him away, she was no match for a man in raw physical strength.
Ignoring Barjet's resistance, Jiha kneaded her breast.
It was so large and voluptuous that even when a man grasped it greedily, he couldn't hold even half of it, yet its elasticity was so great that it squirmed this way and that, trying to escape his hand.
It felt like massaging a massive, obscenely rolling water balloon.
A boneless, resilient lump of flesh rolled in his hand, resisting as if it would spring free.
It was like this even through her clothes—if he stripped her, just how satisfying would it be?
"Oh, this has a nice feel to it."
"Ah, th-this, th-this..."
Barjet floundered and thrashed, but it was no use.
When she realized she couldn't escape Jiha's hand, she looked desperately at Heinrich.
But Heinrich, too, couldn't act rashly if he considered Barjet's safety. He could only put on a tormented face and watch Barjet be molested by Jiha.
"Wow, I'm a complete son of a bitch, aren't I? Huh? I'm a son of a bitch."
"Th-Then stop it if you know! Ah, it hurts! Stop touching me!"
When Barjet pleaded through tears, Jiha shot back coldly.
"Are you seriously kidding me right now?"
"......."
Barjet, who had been protesting, was struck speechless.
Wasn't what Jiha was doing a crime no matter who saw it? If this went to court, Jiha would naturally be punished.
But when Jiha himself turned stern and rebuked her, it made her look back at herself, wondering if she had truly done something wrong.
"You have the power to crush the skulls of two hundred men pressing in on you, and what? You don't like it? Stop touching me? Even a little kid wouldn't be as pathetic as you. And you call yourself a Unique? Huh? Are you really a Unique—a grade so rare only one exists per species, with only ten in all of Warsland?"
"......."
Barjet, whose breasts were being groped, froze at the sharp scolding.
Jiha's words were precisely stabbing the very thing she had been inwardly agonizing over.
"If you have power, you should wield it. You're leaving that judgment to someone else? You have the power to shatter the world, yet you cry out for a man to help you, to save you? How can you be this much of a moron? Narsha is better than you. Even if Narsha's personality is a mess, at least she has the awareness that she's a Unique, a being with power! At least she uses her power!"
"......."
At the insults following the molestation, tears streamed down Barjet's cheeks.
Being subjected to this was already unjust and infuriating, but being verbally cornered like this made it unbearable.
"Wh-Who do you think... wanted to become a Unique..."
"Try saying that to another woman. Other women who live bitterly because they have no power will try to kill you."
Not every woman in Warsland had power.
Women of Rare Grade and below, Normal Grade, had little connection to the female-superior social climate.
On the contrary, there were often women whose livelihoods were so bleak they sold their bodies just to get by.
"Countless people want to be like you, and yet you can't even use it properly. How angry do you think they'd be?"
"D-Do you think I wanted to become one! A-And I don't want to hear this from a rapist like you!"
"I haven't done it yet. And I don't rape. It's too troublesome."
Barjet tried to turn around but became newly conscious of Jiha's grip and bit her lip.
So shameful she wanted to die, tears pouring out, so wronged she could die—and maybe because of that, her voice grew all the louder.
"What? H-How can a person say something like that! What kind of crazy bastard are you!"
"Yeah, now you're finally speaking for yourself, you big-titted bitch."
"Can't you take that back? No, and take your hands off me! Before I really kill you!"
"Oh, try it. Go on, try. You could split the head of a guy like me anytime, but all you do is whine 'I don't like it~ stop it,' you big-titted bitch. You probably think this is a rejection response, but from where I'm standing, it's just coyness begging to be touched more. If you really hate it, split my head open!"
"You..."
Barjet, in a furious tone, tried to stir her Mana.
Heinrich, who had been watching with a distorted face, hurriedly stopped her.
"Ah, you mustn't! Lady Barjet! That's exactly his trap!"
"......."
Barjet, who had been about to summon a torrent of Mana on the verge of losing all reason, hesitated at Heinrich's restraint.
Even in her utter fury, Heinrich's dissuasion still had an effect on her.
"Ah, I see. Then I'll just keep touching. I'll just keep touching you. Whatever."
"...I-I hate it."
Jiha smirked, and now, using both hands, he gently stroked over Barjet's chest before spreading his palms wide and kneading her breasts.
As he applied strength with his fingers, slowly digging in and releasing, repeating the motion, Barjet shook her head.
"Ah, no. No..."
Her shame as a woman and her duty as a witch who must protect her chastity mixed, and Barjet let out a moan of despair.
Jiha savored her breasts fully, using her moans as background music.
The massive, elastic pair of flesh that countless men had only ever looked at through her clothes, only ever drooled over, obscenely changed shape in Jiha's grip.
Not stopping there, he slowly rubbed his automatically erect cock against Barjet's ass.
"......."
Barjet's face turned pale at the hard sensation felt through the fabric.
An unbelievably grotesque and rigid thing radiated an ominous presence from beyond the cloth, poking against her ass, and she couldn't control her body from terror and rage.
"Uh, uuh..."
At Jiha's blatant molestation, Barjet trembled violently.
The desire to escape this situation right now and the rationality that told her, for some unknown reason, she must endure, clashed within her.
Jiha whispered into her ear.
"Why, are you feeling it too? Now that I'm touching you, your body's heating up and driving you crazy, right?"
"......."
Barjet's reason snapped.
Snap!
Whoooosh!!
Purple energy overflowed from Barjet's entire body. As Jiha quickly released his grip and stepped back, Barjet tightly gripped her staff with both hands and slowly turned around.
Her face was filled with furious energy; she had completely become the incarnation of wrath.
"I was taught by my master not to use power carelessly, but... I cannot forgive you."
Even against the purple Mana overflowing from her entire body, against a Unique enraged to the tips of her hair, Jiha sneered.
"Hey, I touched your tits, so you should be the one paying me. Hand it over, quick."
"...Excuse me?"
Even in her towering rage, Barjet retorted in sheer disbelief.
Since she had almost no combat experience, if you caught her off guard like this, she was easily thrown off.
No matter how angry she was, if someone spoke to her, she would first lend an ear.
Some might call it a civilized dignity, but in Jiha's eyes, it was a weakness that would only be exploited until an enemy lopped her head off.
"Women who want me to touch them are lining up. But I took time out of my busy schedule to touch you. Two hundred thousand. Hand it over, quick."
When Jiha actually extended his hand, Barjet was dumbfounded before finally judging it as mockery and leveling her staff at him.
"You... into a real frog..."
Mid-sentence, Barjet's face flushed bright red.
"Huh, huh, huh?"
As sweat trickled down her face, Jiha narrowed his eyes.
'It's started.'
The moment she stirred her Mana, the bughra had activated.
Cold sweat streaming down her cheeks, Barjet stared at Jiha with an expression of incomprehension.
"Wh-What is this...?"
"Just as I said..."
As Jiha began to reply, he drew his sword and swung.
Clang!
It met Heinrich's slash in the air as he lunged from behind Barjet, swinging his blade.
With his back to Barjet, Heinrich spat out a voice full of foul temper.
"You bastard! What kind of vile trick have you played on Lady Barjet!"
"You're really trying to live life on easy mode."
Now that the bughra had activated in Barjet, his plan was surely to pin it all on Jiha as some scheme.
Heinrich flashed a smug smile that only Jiha could see.
"Right, you're thinking you can win and pin it all on me. Nice idea. It's a good one, but..."
Jiha grinned back.
"Who said you were going to win?"