Chapter 251 Kill and Take -18
Chapter 251 Kill and Take -18
Morning.
"Mmm."
When Jiha opened his eyes, a voluptuous woman was nestled in his arms.
Barjet, her purple hair disheveled, slept without a care in the world, her expression innocent.
When he first saw her, he'd thought she was a bewitching beauty, but getting to know her, she was unexpectedly a young lady with a gullible, naive streak.
Well, that had probably been a performance during their first meeting.
Heinrich must have put the idea in her head that she had to act bold so she wouldn't be underestimated.
An unexpectedly naive temperament easily taken advantage of, embarrassed and self-conscious about her body, even burdened by the position of Unique...
It was exactly the sort of thing Jiha normally wouldn't bother exploiting, but the way she'd talked back to him was surprising.
The type whose temper flares when cornered—there was value in taming her.
As Jiha was organizing his thoughts, Barjet rested her forehead against his chest and nuzzled it.
"Mmmnn..."
"..."
How should he wake her?
Something mischievous stirred in him.
His lower half was already rigid with morning wood anyway, so why not just shove it in?
"..."
A woman who'd only just graduated from virginity yesterday—if he put it in right now, she'd be in too much pain to bear it. He wasn't actually planning to do it.
But he was curious how Barjet would react.
Jiha grabbed his cock, pulled back the blanket, and climbed on top of Barjet.
Sleeping like the dead, Barjet frowned as her legs were spread and sighed.
"Ah, what..."
Mumbling in her drowsiness, Barjet opened her eyes and blinked.
Wait, wasn't a man trying to push his fully erect cock against her vulva?
"Kyaaaaaah!!! Kyaaaaaah!"
Barjet shrieked and twisted her body. She thrashed and wailed, but Jiha nonchalantly grabbed both of her ankles.
She could twist her upper body all she wanted—if her lower half was caught, she couldn't escape.
"Hey, you're loud."
"Wha—what is this! Who are you! What is this! What on earth!!"
Barjet, on the verge of tears, hurried to summon her Mana before belatedly realizing her opponent looked familiar.
"You..."
When Barjet remembered it was Jiha, and that they'd spent the whole night entwined together, she panicked even more.
Little by little, he prodded his erect cock against her, as if he might enter her cleft at any moment. Barjet's face filled with terror.
"Kyaaaaaah?! Wha—what are you doing! Don't put it in! Don't put it in! You can't put it in!"
She flailed desperately, doing her best to squirm away, but the fact that her Mana had subsided completely showed just how flustered she was.
Jiha laughed as he spoke.
"I put it in plenty last night, so why the fuss?"
"N-no! No! Not anymore, absolutely not!!"
"You clung to my neck begging for more. Kept pestering me to hurry up and finish, and now what?"
"That's because you—you told me to say that! You threatened me!! Said if I didn't, you'd do it two more times!!"
Jiha nodded calmly.
"Right. So while you were asleep, I did it two more times."
"What?! Wh-what do you...?"
"No, I'd done it four times, but I felt unsatisfied somehow, so I just went two more times. You didn't wake up."
"...Wh-what kind of man does something like that!!"
When Barjet cried out in indignation, Jiha snorted a laugh.
So if he toyed with her like this, she gave fairly decent reactions. She wasn't the kind of card he'd just discard outright.
"Ah, ah."
Barjet, as if only just remembering, hurriedly covered her cleft with her hand. as if to say, even with a man forcibly spreading her legs, she could block it this way.
Jiha ignored it and pushed his hips forward.
His rigidly erect cock poked repeatedly against the back of her hand, and Barjet, horrified, yanked her hand away with a start.
"Oh my god!!"
"..."
If he just pushed forward, he'd be inside her immediately.
Jiha let out a disbelieving laugh, and Barjet belatedly summoned her Mana again. But even then, she couldn't bring herself to actually attack him, speaking in a trembling voice instead.
"St-stop it right now. If you don't stop..."
"If I don't?"
"I'll..."
Barjet hesitated, then forced herself to sound threatening.
"I'll p-punish you."
"By suffocating me with those massive tits of yours?"
"M-massive?! What kind of thing is that to say! And besides, how can a person even think something like that!"
"All men want to die that way."
Even as he said it, Jiha looked down between Barjet's spread legs.
Blatantly.
"D-don't look at it!"
Barjet hurriedly covered herself with her right hand again.
Jiha said, brazenly.
"I got this turned on because I want to fuck you. What do you want me to do about it?"
"You've already done it enough! Not anymore. It's over now! Finished!"
She was trying to insist that what happened last night was a momentary mistake, a fluke.
Jiha stared fixedly at Barjet's breasts.
Those huge, snowy peaks rising high from first thing in the morning—the mere sight of them stirred his lust.
"Ah, ahh."
Barjet scrambled to cover her breasts with her left arm.
A woman in all her voluptuous nudity, wound tight with tension as she watched his every move—something about it got his blood up.
"If a guy gets turned on, he's gotta take care of it before he leaves. That's just how men are."
"That's..."
"You think just saying no with your mouth is gonna cut it? Try presenting a sound, productive compromise."
As Jiha looked at her with pity, Barjet found herself actually mulling it over.
...Wait, whether Jiha was horny or not, why did she have to be the one to deal with it?
The thought occurred to her abruptly, but she didn't dare voice it.
She had a gut feeling that if she tried to make that kind of argument with Jiha, she'd only get mocked and end up in an even worse situation.
'F-first, I just have to get through this somehow. Even if I have to push myself a bit.'
Barjet racked her brain in her own way, but to Jiha it was all perfectly transparent.
Since it was written all over her face.
After agonizing for a while, Barjet steeled herself and spoke.
"D-doing it inside... is not happening. Got it?"
"Then put your tits together."
"...You want to do that again?"
"I said put 'em together."
Jiha's voice had grown a little heated.
It had started as a joke, but from talking with Barjet, and watching a voluptuous woman wriggle and scheme to avoid getting fucked by him, a feeling of conquest rose up inside him.
A violent urge to just thrust it in already while she kept whining, to turn her into a bitch pinned beneath him, crying out. 'Can't do it since we did it yesterday...' Once Jiha took a woman into his bed, if he was thinking of making her his woman, he extended these small considerations.
Barjet, who'd taken a man inside her for the first time yesterday, was actually in so much pain right now she could barely hold herself together.
"J-just a moment..."
Watching Jiha's expression, Barjet reached to the side and grabbed the blanket.
She quickly pulled it up to her chest to cover herself and took a deep breath... then Jiha promptly straddled her waist.
"Hiiiiii?!"
Her vision filled entirely with his rigid, heated cock, and Barjet tried to twist away and escape.
But she was already pinned underneath Jiha—it was impossible.
"You want to keep this up?"
"..."
She flinched.
When Jiha asked, his tone incredulous, Barjet froze on the spot.
Rolling her light purple eyes, she forced out a response.
"I-I mean, if you suddenly shove that thing in front of my face, what am I supposed to do! Give me a little time to mentally prepare..."
Slip.
Jiha abruptly shoved his index finger into Barjet's mouth.
Having a man's finger suddenly thrust between her lips mid-sentence, Barjet's eyes flew wide open and she went rigid.
Because if she said anything more, she might accidentally bite Jiha's finger.
No, should she just bite down hard?
"..."
But when her eyes met Jiha's as he gazed down at her silently, Barjet knew she absolutely couldn't.
He was terrifying.
This man was simply terrifying.
As a witch wandering various regions, Barjet had experienced all sorts of rough situations and combat.
She'd often fought off vagabonds who coveted her body and her belongings.
But Jiha was on a completely different level from those people.
"..."
Jiha had little interest in whether Barjet lived or died.
The whole complicated situation that had played out yesterday—all of it was Jiha's plan, and in the process, Barjet's life or death hadn't been particularly important.
It'd be nice if she lived. If she died, so be it.
It was a mindset that Barjet, who disliked combat, could never match.
And the fact that Jiha was still holding her life or death in the palm of his hand, weighing it.
Whether to bring her into his group from now on.
Or just kill her.
"..."
Barjet, who had realized it instinctively, froze up and couldn't speak properly.
"Uhh, uh, nh..."
"Put 'em together."
"Mnnh, nnhh..."
Barjet let out indistinct moans, pressing her breasts together like yesterday to deepen the valley between them.
At that, Jiha pulled his finger from her mouth.
Schluuuurp.
He smeared the saliva thickly coating his fingertip into that deep, deep cleavage.
"Ah, haaah..."
The touch of a man's hand, slickly spreading her own spit across her breasts.
Like a rabbit caught by a tiger, Barjet froze with her breasts pressed together and stayed perfectly still.
Then Jiha pushed his hand back into her mouth, coated it in more saliva, and spread it on her breasts again.
"Nnh, nnnhh."
A strange sensation tickling her chest.
As Barjet let out a pained moan, Jiha buried his cock between her parted breasts.
Squuuuish.
The sensation of firm yet soft breasts pressing in from both sides.
"Mmmmn."
Buried to the root, Jiha groaned, savoring the feel.
It felt like thrusting into a giant fresh-cream cake, maybe.
"Ah, haaah..."
The warm mass of flesh pressed and squeezed in rhythm with the woman's breathing.
Her cleavage was so deep that his cock was swallowed up completely.
"Mmm, nhh..."
When he tested it by rocking his hips, a tight, gripping sensation surged up immediately.
"Nnh, nnnhh."
Barjet let out a pitiful moan as his shaft rubbed between her breasts.
The very act of cradling a man's erect cock with her tits was so obscene.
She'd done it yesterday in the heat of the moment, but...
Right now, wasn't she explicitly using her own hands to press them together around him?
"Nh, mmmmn..."
"..."
The man's hips rocked. Each time, his shaft pressed and rubbed against her breasts, making them itch in a strange way, and Barjet flinched and trembled.
Though... Jiha's expression had grown remarkably gentle.
Just moments ago he'd been weighing whether to dispose of her, but right now he was entirely absorbed in enjoying her tits.
'Is it... really that good...?'
So even this terrifying man became a little more compliant if she used her breasts for him.
A sense of relief at having found a way forward—without realizing it, Barjet put more strength into the hands pressing her breasts together.
"Nnh. Mm."
Cradling a man with her tits was so embarrassing her face felt like it was on fire, but...
Her intention was to present this as a carrot and carve a path ahead.
"Hoo, nhh..."
As Barjet was steeling her resolve in her own way...
Jiha, who had been relaxed and enjoying Barjet's tit-fuck, abruptly reached one hand behind him.
"Nnh, nnnht? Hhk?!"
Barjet, who'd been diligently cradling his shaft with her tits, trembled violently.
Jiha's fingers, between her legs.
Because they had stimulated her clitoris.
No matter what wiles a pinned female tried to use...
To the male mounted on top, it was all completely visible.