Chapter 246 Kill and Take -13
Chapter 246 Kill and Take -13
"Krrgh...!"
His face a bloody mess, Heinrich groaned and glared at Jiha.
'His neck definitely snapped...'
Jiha studied him, puzzled.
The blood drenching Heinrich's face and body was slowly seeping back into his pores.
Bloodsucking.
"..."
Heinrich had absorbed the blood that splattered when he cut Quority's throat, healing his body with it.
Just like Jiha's own vampiric Mana.
'Ouroboros, vampiric Mana, and the Demon God—there's a connection.'
The hypothesis was growing more solid.
Barjet had only turned her head to look back. She flinched the moment her eyes met Heinrich's blood-soaked gaze.
Heinrich spat out a venomous curse.
"You goddamn whore, switching to another man so fast...!"
"..."
Barjet's face hardened at the raw profanity.
Even though Heinrich had shown his true colors and she'd become a hostage, Barjet had still been half in doubt deep down.
Could you instantly believe that the man who was always encouraging her by her side, who only ever spoke kind words, was actually a bastard?
A normal person's first instinct is to think there must have been unavoidable circumstances.
But Heinrich's twisted face and his curses denied all of it.
"That..."
"Shut your mouth, you filthy bitch. From now on, the only thing you'll be good for is sucking a man's cock, you fucking whore."
Barjet's face went pale.
These words would rattle anyone hearing them from an enemy, but hearing such abuse from a man she'd trusted was more than her mind could bear.
"What's this, sour grapes? He can't have her, so now he's pissed off and calling them sour?"
Jiha sneered, gently stroking Barjet's body as he held her.
It wasn't a sexual touch; it was meant to reassure her.
To a bloodshot Heinrich, it probably looked identical... but Barjet, the one held, could sense it instinctively.
That the Jiha holding her now wasn't the type to hide his true feelings and change in an instant.
"Switching men? Since when was Barjet your woman?"
"I was the first one to lay a claim..."
"Oh, really?"
Jiha asked, feigning innocence, and Barjet immediately shook her head.
The Heinrich glaring at her with savage fury was nothing like the kind man she'd known.
"The lady says no. What? You talked a few times and she's your woman? A guy who hears 'thank you, please come again' and thinks it's a marriage proposal."
"..."
"Well, you're up now. What are you gonna do, you dumbass?"
Heinrich hesitated.
This should have been fatal, but he'd absorbed Quority's blood and recovered instinctively.
His Mana, however, hadn't properly regenerated, and... Jiha was truly strong. He wanted to retreat and plot for the future.
Jiha saw right through Heinrich's inner thoughts.
To drive the point home, Jiha slid his fingers from Barjet's shoulder down her waist and over the curve of her hips.
The gesture revealed the explosive figure hidden beneath the loose robe—a deliberate display of just how alluring the body in his arms was—and Heinrich's eyes wavered.
'Even if that bastard runs, he has no future. But if he attacks me, he knows he'll die...'
He'd simply kill him here.
He could always investigate the connection between Ouroboros and vampiric Mana later. Letting a man who kept hatching petty schemes live would only cause trouble later.
'Barjet can't use Mana right now. I have to make sure Heinrich doesn't realize that.'
Objectively, Barjet was dead weight at the moment.
Heinrich had invested a lot of effort into Barjet, and his male possessiveness had blinded him, so he simply hadn't considered that fact yet.
In that case, he needed to make his blood boil even more.
"You probably secretly watched her bathe, right? Or maybe not? Didn't have the guts?"
"..."
Heinrich just seethed at Jiha's words, not answering.
An answer wasn't necessary, and the truth didn't matter.
The provocation just needed to land.
"You stuck right next to her, sneaking glances at her chest, didn't you? Imagined the day you'd finally hold them in your own hands, the day you'd suck on those warm mounds of flesh? And you imagined how she'd come undone in that moment."
"..."
"You probably agonized over sneaking into her room while she was asleep and defenseless, trusting you, to throw yourself on her. She was what you thought about when you jerked off, wasn't she? Fantasizing about what sounds she'd make under you, calling her name in your head? Barjet... Barjet..."
"..."
Barjet buried her face deeper into Jiha's chest, trying to shut it out.
Whether she did that or not, Jiha simply stared at Heinrich, perfectly relaxed.
"You can't do that anymore. Because I'll be doing it all. That body you kept drooling over? Starting tonight, I'll be enjoying it."
"You...!"
His bloodshot eyes bulged with veins, and his fists trembled.
Even when the opponent is far stronger, is there a man in the world who can swallow such a provocation?
Still, Heinrich didn't attack first.
Mocking his superhuman patience, Jiha moved his fingers.
"Ah... Ahng."
The man's fingers traced the bountiful curve of her hip over the robe before climbing back up to her waist, and Barjet's breathing grew ragged.
She was receiving Heinrich's murderous intent and humiliation on her back, while simultaneously being held and subtly caressed by the rogue Jiha—a situation that should have been the peak of tension. But whether it was the aphrodisiac's doing or not, her body reacted with extreme sensitivity.
Or... was this trembling really just the drug?
Even the slightest shift of Jiha's fingers tracing the lines of her body made her shiver. It almost felt like a beast was appraising what a delicious piece of meat she was.
An appraisal.
Yes, a male was evaluating her worth as a female.
It was a raw and lewd awareness that made Barjet's face flush red.
She was angry at the rudeness, but on another level, it was familiar. How many men had looked at her body with sexual intent?
Even after learning she was a Unique, countless individuals couldn't suppress their lecherous gazes.
There was a reason she hid her figure in those frumpy, black robes. It made things less troublesome.
But the fingers now tracing her body over her clothes were remarkably cold.
The woman instinctively realized she was being used as bait.
Why was she angered by that coldness, yet fixated on it at the same time?
Even while Jiha boldly fondled the female form, Heinrich couldn't bring himself to move.
"Seems like just the ass isn't enough."
Laughing, Jiha spun Barjet around. He pulled her back against his chest, giving Heinrich an unobstructed view, and whispered softly.
"Let's show this idiot how the two of us are going to play from now on."
"Wai...!"
The moment Barjet tried to speak, Jiha's hands, which had moved to her waist, casually slipped inside her top.
"Ah, w-wait...!"
As the man's hands squirmed inside her blouse as though it were too tight, Barjet looked down with the startled eyes of a rabbit.
For a split second, she couldn't believe this was actually happening to her.
The man's hands slowly circled around her large breasts, still cradled in their full-cup bra.
As his hands moved, her clothing bulged and swelled.
Realizing he was gauging just how big they were, how far he'd have to stretch his fingers to grip them, Barjet trembled with fear.
In front of her was the two-faced man, and behind her was an even more terrifying one.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Jiha gently fondled Barjet's chest over her bra.
Every movement of Jiha's hands inside Barjet's clothes, the lewdly shifting and wrinkling fabric—all of it was clearly visible to Heinrich.
A fire sparked in Heinrich's eyes.
This was the prey he'd worked so hard to win over. It was a meal almost in his mouth, and some madman had barged in and was stealing it.
"Nn... ngh..."
Whether from stifling her shame or suppressing the pleasure, Barjet squeezed her eyes shut and quivered.
The distinct pink flush rising on her face declared it was both.
He was freely toying with and kneading a beautiful woman's magical breasts—a woman who was ashamed yet couldn't hide her pleasure.
As Jiha's hand movements grew gradually rougher, Heinrich clenched his fists.
It was so obviously a trap... and knowing that, he still couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him.
And besides, weren't both of Jiha's hands busy groping Barjet?
No matter how skilled he was, a man busy fondling a woman couldn't react quickly.
Whether or not Heinrich was in turmoil, Jiha's hands, which seemed about to stop playing with Barjet's breasts, instead... moved in a peculiar way.
Click.
The sound of the bra clasp coming undone. Barjet was startled belatedly, but Jiha nonchalantly pulled the undergarment out.
Flump.
Jiha tsked as he looked at the navy-blue brassiere that slipped down her clothes.
Dull, plain, purely functional underwear.
"What's this? Tacky as hell. Wear something pretty from now on."
"Wh-what are you saying...?"
"You've gotta satisfy the visual enjoyment too."
Jiha stated it matter-of-factly and then moved his hands even more brazenly.
He kneaded and twisted a breast so large his fully outstretched hand couldn't even cover half of it, savoring the feel with his palm.
The sticky, glutinous mound of flesh, squirming and writhing as if trying to escape every time his palm touched it, was nothing short of delightful.
"The more I touch them, the more I feel myself getting hard. Were you born just to drive men crazy?"
"...Ngh!"
As Jiha whispered, Barjet floundered, not knowing what to do.
She tried to press down on Jiha's hands through her clothes to stop their movement, but it was truly a meaningless act of resistance.
Woman's resistance or not, the man was relentless.
"Ah, ngh...!"
Instead, as Jiha's hands cleverly circled and toyed with her breasts, cold sweat trickled down Barjet's face.
Jiha's fingertip lightly flicked her nipple.
"Ah...! Hngh..."
A moan mixing wonder and pained longing. Any man would be entranced by the sounds the woman was making.
And some men would go completely mad.
Whoosh!!
Just as Jiha predicted, Heinrich charged at him with all his might.
It was a life where running away held no future anyway. He was gambling everything on a final attempt to bring Jiha down and succeed in his own plan.
And since both of Jiha's hands were inside Barjet's top, he had the initiative...
"Wrong!"
Mocking him, Jiha stretched out his right arm, gripping his sword.
Heinrich, horrified by the blade suddenly aiming for his brow, tried to dodge immediately, but at the same moment, Jiha ripped Barjet's top as a Shadow Hand shot out.
Shk!
The Shadow Hand seized Heinrich's leg, and Jiha's sword pierced his chest.
Heinrich, impaled through the solar plexus, looked down at his chest in disbelief.
It was a distance he shouldn't have reached. It should have been avoidable, but it struck true. Jiha had used Weapon Enhancement to instantly lengthen the blade's reach.
But both of Jiha's hands had clearly been grabbing Barjet's breasts?
One of them had been a real hand, and the other was the Shadow Hand.
Once inside the top, it was impossible to tell from the outside whether it was real or not, so he'd used his back as cover to withdraw his right hand, prepare his sword, and disguise the prosthetic.
And then that very Shadow Hand had burst out at the last second to seal Heinrich's evasion.
"Krgh...!"
If he'd at least used his intangibility ability, he wouldn't have been felled in one blow. But because it was a triple-layered trap, Heinrich completely misjudged it as a clean miss and didn't use the ability.
He didn't have much Mana left and had tried to conserve it, which ended up being a fatal mistake.
Heinrich strained to lift his head, and Jiha raised both hands to cover Barjet's breasts.
Even though her top had been torn, there was just enough left to fully cover with his hands.
"How dare you sneak a peek at someone else's property? This is mine now."
"...Krrhhgh."
Heinrich groaned mixed with bloody froth.
The woman who'd been almost completely in his grasp just a little while ago was now looking at him with guarded eyes.
Held in another man's arms.
"Damn... it...!"
Heinrich collapsed heavily with a spiteful curse, and Barjet bit her lip.
She still felt the disconnect from reality, but it was now certain that Heinrich wasn't the man she'd thought he was. Rather, he had died while trying to harm her.
"Fuuu..."
"Why are you sighing like it's over?"
Jiha was still behind her, clutching Barjet's breasts and holding her close.
Who decided it was over without his permission? The man's hands squeezed firmly in warning.
"Ah, j-just stop it. Enough! It's over!!"
Barjet hadn't suppressed the urge to scream for no reason.
She'd known Jiha was making a blatant trap, which was why she'd endured the shame.
If she hadn't, how could a virgin like her have held on while a man's hands roamed inside her clothes?
Even more so for a witch who valued her chastity.
"What's over?"
"...Excuse me?"
When Jiha asked back coldly, Barjet hesitated before speaking carefully.
"You... touched me..."
"I said I'd suck them. Haven't done that yet."
Barjet's face went rigid, and Jiha smiled.
He had killed the man.
Now it was time to take the woman.