Chapter 252 Kill and Take -19
Chapter 252 Kill and Take -19
"Huff, hufff."
In a mindless haze, Jiha drove his hips back and forth, fucking Barjet's tits.
He'd played with her yesterday too, but that was just a quick taste before he came.
Now, properly thrusting in and out of that valley, it was fucking incredible.
Her tits were so huge they swallowed him from tip to root, squeezing from both sides, and his hips lifted and bucked all on their own.
He couldn't stop driving into them.
"Nn, haaah. Hahhh..."
Still drunk on the feel of her tits, Jiha reached back and teased her clit. Barjet hunched her shoulders and let out a broken moan.
She'd apparently regained a sliver of confidence that she could control him, but...
Jiha was deliberately postponing burying himself in her cunt for her own good.
He needed to teach this female that she wasn't the one in charge here.
Slowing the pace of his hips, Jiha teased that sensitive little bean with his fingers—pressing, stroking up and down—and Barjet's waist twitched, lifting off the bed.
"Hahk, ah, ah—d-don't do that. Nn—nngh."
Straddling her belly, Jiha ignored her, keeping his hips slow and steady while continuing to torment her clit.
He could feel her getting wetter.
He smeared a little of the honey leaking from her slit onto his fingertip and rubbed her clit more deliberately—up and down, up and down.
Like drawing a bow across a string.
"Ah—ahhh! Aaahn!"
Barjet's waist arched up, then sagged back down, trembling helplessly. Her pale cheeks flushed pink, and she squeezed her eyes shut, writhing. The hands that had been pressing her tits together went slack and clutched the sheets instead.
"Nn—nnngh..."
The tit-fucking had stopped, but Jiha's fingers kept moving. The more he toyed with her, the more honey trickled out. He gathered it up, then went back to working her clit.
"Ah—aah. Ahhh! I t-told you to stop... Nn—nnn... nnngh!"
Barjet shook and panted, crying out, completely unmoored. Jiha just kept rubbing. Since things had reached this point, he figured he'd push her all the way over the edge.
"Ah—ah—ah... ah..."
Realizing the male's intent, the female twisted her hips, flinched her shoulders, thrashed.
"N-no. Ah... ah..."
The illusion that she could tame a man with her tits vanished in an instant. She became an instrument that sobbed whenever his fingers moved. The lush female body he straddled quaked and keened lewdly under a single finger. Her curvaceous form grew slick with sweat.
"Ah—nn—nnn—nnngh!"
Jiha rubbed her clit relentlessly, then pretended to slip inside, dipping just the tip of his finger into her entrance.
Barjet's hips shot upward.
"Ah—aah... ahhh..."
Jiha, still straddling her belly, kept her pinned so she couldn't properly rise, but her toes clawed the bedsheets, utterly unstrung. Her body seized. When Jiha stroked her shoulder, she curled up and sobbed.
"Hahk—haahk! Ah—aah..."
She was floundering in the aftershocks of climax.
Only then did Jiha grab both of Barjet's tits again, one in each hand, and reform the valley between them.
"Mmm."
Now fully spent, her tits were even firmer and more swollen than before, pressing in tightly from both sides. That exquisite softness nestled within the taut mounds of flesh.
"Nn—nn—nnngh."
And her pale throat, her beautiful witch's face—Barjet looked up at him with frightened eyes. She'd mistaken his slack expression from when she was using her tits on him as a trick, convinced he'd been toying with her the whole time.
"Huff—hufff..."
That wasn't true.
Jiha was simply losing himself in the joy of clutching these massive tits—too big to hold in one hand—with both hands and fucking them with sharp, eager thrusts. Pure male instinct. He couldn't stop.
"Huff—hufff..."
"Nn—nnn—nngh..."
As Jiha bucked his hips, his cock rubbed and teased her nipples. Barjet's mouth fell open and she trembled. Already wrung out from climax, the kneading of her tits, the friction against her nipples, the wild rutting of his shaft—it all made her body smolder all over again.
Barjet shook, mouth open, spilling lewd sounds, and Jiha's excitement boiled higher.
"Gonna come. Mm—nnn..."
"Ah—aah... aghn."
Warned by the male, the female could do nothing but squeeze her eyes shut and let out broken moans. Her pink-flushed cheeks tinged with anticipation—happy, maybe, that this obscene act was finally ending. Or maybe happy that he was about to finish.
"Mmm—nnnnngh."
Squeeze.
Jiha let out a long groan, his body shuddering. He stopped thrusting, hands still greedily kneading the soft, firm mounds of flesh.
Spurt, spurrrrt!
Semen erupted. His cockhead was buried so deep in her cleavage he couldn't even see it, but his load gushed out anyway, spraying wildly like a burst dam.
Spurt—splurt!
"Ah... ah..."
Jets of cum splattered across Barjet's neck, chin, cheek, while her eyes stayed squeezed shut.
"Huff—huffff..."
The sight of his own seed marking her body here and there only stoked Jiha further, and he kept shooting.
Spurt—splurt!
"Ah—aah... agh."
Throughout the male's long, drawn-out ejaculation, the female's tits remained in his grip, kneaded ruthlessly. She could only tremble and moan. Though her breasts were roughly mauled...
Her hips quivered on their own, and—biting her lip hard at the realization that the space between her legs had grown wet—
"Ah—ahhh..."
"Not washing up?"
Fresh from the bath, Jiha asked.
Barjet, huddled under the covers, answered in a voice like a mosquito.
"...D-don't need to."
"You want me to wash you?"
"Who said that! I'll handle it myself!"
Barjet snapped. Jiha nodded.
"Fine. We'll shower together next time. Where are my clothes?"
"...Right there."
Draped over a chair by the far table. Jiha's clothes, neatly folded. Barjet must have scrambled to get them ready while he was washing up—eager to shoo this beast out the door.
"Yeah, alright."
Taming her would take a little more time.
As Jiha dressed, he felt eyes on him—Barjet watching with a mix of tension, relief, and curiosity. He pretended not to notice and kept pulling on his pants.
"Wear a potato sack again and you'll get it."
"Huh?"
"I tore it on purpose. Don't go around in that kind of thing again."
Criticism of her outfit. Barjet hesitated, then summoned her defiance.
"Wh-what I wear is my business!"
"You think I'm gonna let that slide?"
Jiha looked back, and Barjet's mouth clamped shut. She had the sudden, sinking feeling she'd said something she really shouldn't have. This terrifying man looked angrier than she'd ever seen him.
"Cut the crap and dress properly. That thing you wore when I first saw you—the one with the nice cleavage and the slit up the leg. At least wear that. Dress like a normal person."
"I hate that one... Men stare at me and I hate it. I only wore it before because Heinrich said I had to dress like that going out. I was forced into it."
"Any bastard staring at you in a way you don't like, gouge his eyes out."
"...What?"
Barjet was dumbfounded, but Jiha was dead serious. Enril had a combat uniform that was plenty revealing. Yura, for all her demureness, went around with a conspicuously exposed top. Asira wore a skintight leotard. Narsha favored cute outfits that suited her small frame...
Anyway, Uniques wore whatever the hell they wanted. At the very least, none of them went around worried about what other people thought.
"You're a Unique, act like one. Why are you going around like some kind of loser?"
"L-loser..."
The derogatory nuance landed loud and clear in her ears. Jiha sighed.
"You've got a great body, you've got power, and you hide it all under burlap sacks because men looking at you makes you uncomfortable? It's just pathetic."
Jiha himself preferred dressing freely and prioritized practicality, but this was different. Barjet was surprisingly timid—far more withdrawn than her first impression suggested, the type to obsess over others' gazes. That was probably why she'd been so desperate to hide her body.
"Oh, and the sack. If I see you wearing ugly underwear like that underneath, I'll rip it all off on the spot. So handle it."
"Wha—what... No, seriously, what business is it of yours what I wear!?"
"..."
"...Well?"
Jiha looked at her and heaved a genuine sigh.
"...Do I really have to be the one telling a woman to dress up?"
In Warsland, Jiha never told his women to wear makeup or fix themselves up. He tamed them well, and as long as they worked hard at the tasks he gave them, that was enough. Sure, when they dolled themselves up for his sake, he was pleased and praised them—but he never demanded it.
But for Barjet, he couldn't hold his tongue.
"I'm telling you again—stop acting like a loser... Seriously, just—start with the clothes. Dress properly. I'll do random spot-checks, so sort yourself out."
"I-I told you, they don't make underwear in my size!"
Barjet tried to offer a reason, but Jiha just snorted.
"You the only one with big tits? In all of Warsland, you're the only one with big tits? You're the sole large size?"
"...Nngh."
Yes, in terms of sheer size, Barjet was superior—but the women Jiha had collected weren't exactly far behind. Take Yura; the difference was marginal.
"First thing, you overhaul your wardrobe. I'll be inspecting you when I have time, so fix it."
"Wha—who do you think you are, really!"
Already heading for the door, Jiha glanced back. Barjet, clutching the blanket to herself, flinched and hunched her shoulders.
"...really."
"Me? I'm the guy who reeducates losers."
Leaving Barjet looking utterly floored, Jiha walked out. He'd said his piece—he could check on it later.
First floor of the inn.
Per Jiha's orders, a corner room on the ground floor had been set up as a makeshift office. Only temporary; a single desk and chair, nothing more.
Uben, who had been waiting, ducked his head apologetically.
"I prioritized staying out of sight, so this was all I could manage. The other rooms attract too much attention."
"We're only using it for three days, so who cares."
Compared to his proper office in the barracks, this was a rat-hole—but Jiha valued function over form. What mattered was no intel leaking to Alex.
"I inspected the bodies of Heinrich and Quority. They both had magic stones embedded in their chests."
"Yeah."
As expected. Not just Quority; Heinrich had been the type to suddenly grow strong through a magic stone too.
"We have no one well-versed in magic stones, so deeper analysis is impossible. What should we do?"
"What about the Uniques?"
Uben shook his head.
"Enril Woniak, Yura Hairedeu, Asira Hellrunner—all say they know nothing."
"Narsha or Leticia?"
"I haven't spoken with them yet. I'll check."
"Narsha probably knows. Check with her first."
He'd heard Dirga weapons used magic stones. She'd have some insight.
But Jiha already had a rough guess.
'The magic stones given to Lungtao, Quority, and Heinrich each had different functions. Quority's changed his physique and boosted regeneration. Heinrich's gave him intangibility. Lungtao's didn't show any Special Ability.'
Going by the timeline, Lungtao's stone was the oldest, Quority's the most recent. Which meant Ouroboros's technique for implanting magic stones to create super-soldiers was advancing.
'Lungtao was just strong as an individual. Putting him on the same level as Heinrich or Quority would be an insult. So initially, Ouroboros tested on proven warriors. But recently, they've shifted to stuffing stones into any random nobody, using them as disposable assets, then tossing them aside...'
Jiha nodded to himself and moved on.
"Any movement from Alex?"
"Nothing yet. But by this afternoon, hiding Heinrich's death will be impossible."
"What's Alex's play?"
Uben looked confused at the question.
"Does he really think I'm guaranteed to become his subordinate? He's not that stupid. We have to assume he's got a countermeasure for the scenario where I—now in possession of Barjet—refuse to follow Ouroboros."
"...I see."
Uben looked troubled too.
"Many have cultivated ties with Alex, but he commands no armed forces of his own. The Species Alliance has political clout, not military strength."
"Then as one of the Five Kings of Ouroboros, he must have some personal capability."
Jiha was already the ruler of Waris. One word from him, and Uniques plus thousands of troops would mobilize. In this city of hundreds of thousands, no one who defied him could survive.
In truth, he didn't even need to painstakingly conceal Heinrich and Quority's deaths anymore. They could simply delay the intel reaching Alex as long as possible, then bulldoze through with a suitable excuse.
'But Alex has to know that. And yet there's zero movement from him... Which means he's got something he's counting on.'
Jiha spoke evenly.
"Gashiel Remaker's whereabouts?"
"...We're looking. Nothing's surfaced."
Jiha frowned.
'No—even if Gashiel sided with Alex... she couldn't take on multiple Uniques at once. And Alex can't be ignorant that the Investigation Committee's Uniques are following me now.'
So what was Alex banking on, with nothing but his bare hands?
Uben cautiously spoke up.
"Chief... actually... a message came from the red-light district."
"Iroha?"
"...It arrived thirty minutes ago, but the messenger said I wasn't to inform you until the afternoon. I've been agonizing over whether to tell you."
"The condition was afternoon? Any other details?"
"She said if she had something to say, she'd say it to your face. Made it clear she didn't want me or any other subordinates showing up."
At Jiha's questioning look, Uben scratched his head.
"I've gone a few times myself. She wasn't exactly welcoming. Wasn't looking down on me—more like she was annoyed you weren't coming in person."
"Got it."
As Jiha stood, Uben offered a word of caution.
"Are you sure about this? If you go out now and Alex catches wind of it, it'll disrupt the time you're trying to buy."
"Information matters more. And besides..."
Iroha knew that too when she called him. That stipulation to wait until afternoon was her way of signaling she already knew exactly what had happened last night.
"I need to go knock some sense into her."
If he needed information, he'd just make her spill it.