Chapter 257 Scheme to Divide -5
Chapter 257 Scheme to Divide -5
Jiha pinned Pairan's shoulder and drove the dagger down.
Thunk.
"...Ah."
The dagger embedded itself right beside her neck.
Pairan instinctively felt relief before staring up at him in confusion.
She hadn't thought Jiha would end things with a half-hearted threat like this.
"Feel like pulling it out? But if you do, your head comes off right after."
"..."
Jiha's warning.
Pairan trembled.
Jiha spoke again.
"And after cutting my throat, what were you planning to do? How were you going to explain yourself to Asira?"
"..."
"Can't explain, can you? Were you just going to kill me and pretend you didn't know anything? You think Asira would be real happy about that?"
Pairan bit her lip and turned her eyes away.
She turned to the right because she didn't want to look at the left side, where the knife was embedded.
Thwack.
But Jiha slapped the right side of her face with his palm, denying her even that escape.
"A bitch that barks without thinking is just a nuisance. Got it?"
"...F-Fine, I get it."
"You really get it? Then how are you going to clean up this mess?"
Jiha pressed her further.
He had no intention of forgiving a woman who had attacked him first with mere words.
If she'd simply looked down on him as a Common, that would be one thing.
But knowing he was the de facto ruler of Waris and ranked above a Unique, yet still pulling this, was something he could never let slide.
Pairan fell silent.
Realizing anew that her life lay in Jiha's palm.
"A defeated dog should show its belly. Isn't that right?"
"...I already showed it."
"Bullshit. Is that the best you can do to show sincerity?"
"..."
Pairan bit her lip.
"...I'll endure whatever you do."
"Yeah? Really?"
"Nn, mm!"
Jiha pressed his lips to Pairan's.
He sucked on her lips roughly and immediately shoved his tongue inside.
The sudden intrusion made Pairan's eyes fly open in shock.
Red and blue eyes stared at Jiha.
But Jiha didn't close his eyes; he glared right back at her.
Bite my tongue? Go ahead, try it.
The moment you do, you die.
At Jiha's warning, Pairan froze completely and went rigid.
Slrrp. Suck.
Jiha forced his saliva into her mouth and mixed it with hers roughly.
"Ah, hic, ngh..."
Pairan let out a suppressed moan, trembling.
She knew any sound would only please the man.
She tried desperately to keep quiet.
Grip.
When Jiha suddenly grabbed her breast, her body jolted.
Reflexively, she tried to twist away, but then remembered the dagger embedded beside her neck and froze.
Straddling the female struggling to suppress her urge to thrash, Jiha looked down at her coldly.
He wasn't doing this out of lust; he was driving the hierarchy deep into her.
Teaching this disobedient dog humiliation and terror.
Squeeze. Grip.
His fingers roughly kneaded a breast that was a bit more than a handful.
Pairan tried to close her mouth to suppress her moans, but Jiha shoved his tongue in again and swirled it around recklessly.
"Hhk, hak. Haaah..."
Like a dog panting in the muggy summer heat, Pairan could only let out strange, ragged breaths while remaining stiff.
Even as she tried to force the sounds down, screams and terror rose from her throat.
She knew the reality: she was being violated by the male on top of her, and she couldn't refuse it.
"Hmm..."
Sluuurp.
Jiha gently nipped Pairan's lips with his teeth several times, then sucked and stretched them out before finally pulling away.
Drip.
As Jiha lifted his head, a thread of saliva connected their lips... then fell away.
"..."
Pairan glared at Jiha with renewed defiance, so he tightened his grip on her breast.
"Still glaring?"
"Gh, kh, ngh..."
"Keep it up?"
Crush.
He tormented her breast, squeezing hard enough to really hurt, and a wrinkle etched between Pairan's brows as her voice trembled.
"Ah, it hurts!"
"Of course it hurts. I'm doing it to hurt you. Duh."
"...S-Stop."
"If I stop, you'll just go back to glaring at me, won't you?"
"Ah, ngh. S-Stop!"
Pairan screamed and begged.
She might be a woman accustomed to combat, but the pain of having her breast squeezed like that wasn't something she could simply endure.
Release.
"Hhk, hahk. Haaah..."
A moment later, Jiha finally pulled his fingers away from her breast, and Pairan gasped for breath.
He had gripped her so hard that red, angry handprints were blooming on her pale skin.
"Now you're looking down? Why aren't you glaring anymore? Lost your fighting spirit?"
"Hhk, huuhh, hhk..."
Pairan kept her eyes cast down and just panted.
Her body twitched.
She couldn't even dare to look at Jiha.
Jiha leaned closer to her and spoke.
"Finally come to your senses?"
"..."
"Ah, not answering. Fine, guess I'll keep going."
"W-Wait."
Pairan called out hastily.
Jiha ignored her and grabbed the hilt of the dagger embedded beside her.
Pairan flinched violently.
"Ah, I get it! I get it!"
"Nah, just stay ignorant. You can keep on not knowing, it's fine."
"I... I was wrong."
"No, seriously, you think just saying that is enough? Oh my, Lady Pairan apologizes, what an honor. You bowed your stiff neck a little, shall I engrave it as a family glory?"
As Jiha mocked her, Pairan forced out words.
Warsland, where the strong prey on the weak.
The moment you bare your fangs at an opponent, if you can't win, you die. That's the way of things.
"D-Do whatever you want. Just... just spare my life."
"Yeah? Should I cut off your limbs, put you on a spit, and keep you around to admire? I could use healing magic to prevent you from dying of shock."
"...N-No."
Pairan swallowed hard.
She instinctively knew that if she put a foot wrong here, he really would do it.
"...I-I'm sorry. I'll do anything."
"Really? Can I trust that? You're not gonna attack me again like just now?"
"...I mean it."
Pairan's voice was a mix of humiliation and terror.
"...P-Please forgive me, just this once."
"Yeah? So you've finally come to your senses?"
"...I-I have."
"Then you'd better start acting in a way that pleases me. Right?"
Jiha said with a smile.
"Beg me to suck your tits."
"..."
The dagger in Jiha's hand.
Remembering the earlier threat of being cut, Pairan's face went pale.
"...S-Suck them, please."
"Yeah? Do I have to suck the tits of a bitch with no sense just to forgive you?"
Jiha played coy.
The sight of her exposed chest, the frightened, panting female body, and her finally knowing her place and lowering her eyes stirred a bit of lust in him.
But now wasn't the time.
Jiha was strict about hierarchy and never forgave anyone who tried to climb over him.
With a woman who followed him, when they were alone, he'd relax, pamper her, and become gentle.
Pairan was not his woman.
She was a potential hindrance, someone he could kill at any time.
"...I-I'm sorry."
"Really? Should I settle for just that?"
"..."
"I'll decide after I do a bit more."
Jiha buried his face in Pairan's chest and sucked.
The nipple, already stiff from fear and tension, was drawn into the man's mouth.
"Ah, haa. Ah..."
Pairan breathed raggedly while watching Jiha's face.
The male face that was biting her breast and sucking on it noisily.
Jiha glanced up at her and tormented her by chewing on the flesh with his teeth, crunch, crunch.
Even as he bit and kneaded at will the alluring breasts that countless men must have lusted over—breasts whose shape stood out clearly even under her tight, unrevealing tights—
His eyes remained fixed on Pairan, glaring.
See this? The dagger's still stuck beside you, right?
Wanna pull it out and try to kill me again?
"Ah, haa, aahh..."
Pairan was at a loss under that warning.
She knew she'd really die if she did.
The moment she resigned herself and submitted, a strange, tingling sensation rose from the tip of her breast.
She'd resolved not to make a single sound that would please the man...
"Ah, ahhhuuhh..."
But each time Jiha bit, kneaded, and slurped at her breast, gasping sounds spilled out of her.
Was it a ploy to deceive the angry, pressing male?
Or was she simply relieved, thinking she could avoid being killed while he was fixated on her breasts?
"Nn, ngh. Nnghh..."
The more persistently Jiha bit and sucked, the louder Pairan's voice became.
Under Jiha's caresses as he sucked on each breast in turn, Pairan's voice turned sweet.
"Hhk, hahk. Aaht... Agh."
The woman's writhing, forgetting that the dagger was still embedded beside her neck.
Sluuurp.
Jiha sucked hard on the nipple one last time, then pulled his head away.
"Hhk, haaah. Aaahh..."
Pinned beneath him, Pairan twitched and moaned.
A flush had crept over her once-cold face, and she was panting heavily.
Her breasts, which Jiha had just been roughly fondling and biting, were smeared with saliva.
"Ah, haa, ah..."
The beautiful woman's body trembled with the aftereffects of the relentless caresses.
Her odd-colored eyes looking up at Jiha were filled with nothing but fear.
Jiha pulled the dagger free from where it was stuck beside Pairan's neck.
A flicker of relief crossed Pairan's eyes, a brief illusion that it was over.
Stab.
Jiha drove the dagger down between Pairan's legs.
Just below her cleft.
A little higher and she'd have been pierced.
"...Ah, ah."
Pairan looked down and her legs shook violently.
The terror of being completely cornered was beyond what reason could suppress.
Jiha said quietly.
"If you ever act up again, I'll fuck you like a dog right in front of Asira and then kill you."
"..."
"And for the record, I'll tell Asira that you seduced me first, shaking your ass. Understood?"
Nod, nod.
Pairan nodded frantically, her chin bobbing mindlessly.
It was a fear that literally threatened to break her mind; even Pairan, who had fought resolutely on all sorts of battlefields, couldn't endure this.
A dog with its tail between its legs.
"Good."
Jiha let go of the dagger and stood up.
Pairan felt faint relief but still gazed at Jiha with fear and terror.
All she could do was cover her exposed breasts with her arm.
A perfect reassertion of rank. She would never dare attack Jiha first again.
"This is your last chance. Let's do better."
Jiha turned away.
Left behind, Pairan stared blankly at the dagger Jiha had left stabbed into the ground.
Trembling with a terror that could never be washed away.
Leaving the room, Jiha walked down the hallway.
'That should do it.'
He'd threatened her to crush Pairan, not out of lust.
Pairan was the type who would resist if he simply tried to hold her while the one she admired was around.
So he'd left the worst-case scenario hanging over her head as a threat.
The warning that he'd violate her in front of Asira—Pairan would absolutely want to avoid that above all else.
She'd never defy Jiha again.
He'd used the whip; now he could toss her a little carrot later.
"Alright, then..."
As Jiha exited the annex, a familiar face approached.
It was Garaon.
"Chief, been looking for you! Uben was looking for you, said it was urgent."
"What about?"
"Who was it? Alex something? Anyway, that guy said he wants to meet with you."
"..."
It seemed Alex had gotten word that Heinrich was dead.
He'd wanted to buy a few more days... but with this new face, Lowchen, getting involved, things had become difficult.
'No, this must be Alex's scheme too...'
Whenever Jiha seemed about to make a move, Alex would slip in a new player like Lowchen to reshuffle the board.
Alex excelled at orchestrating situations. He hadn't taken a high position in Ouroboros for nothing.
"Is Uben still at the inn?"
But still, a young master's weakness was always obvious.
And Jiha never missed an enemy's weak point.