Chapter 268 Scheme to Divide -16
Chapter 268 Scheme to Divide -16
Just as Pairan was about to speak, Jiha ripped the top of her tights apart.
The fabric was form-fitting, but no match for a determined man's strength.
Her underwear tore as well, exposing the pale skin of her breasts, and Pairan reflexively covered herself with her arms.
"Ah......."
She was not powerless. She had more than enough strength to resist.
Wasn't she a Unique?
But she had no confidence she could beat Jiha, and even if she did overpower him, there was no future for her.
Pairan's best-case scenario was to keep Lowchen in check, and for that, she needed Jiha's support.
Jiha spoke calmly.
"If you're going to run, go now."
"......."
Pairan, seated on the sofa, hid her chest with both arms and wore a resentful expression before she finally opened her mouth.
"......You really will help stop my brother, won't you?"
"It's a transaction now, is it?"
Well, it's not bad.
He was planning to take Lowchen's head anyway, and Pairan's cooperation would be useful.
Whatever else could be said, her gravity field was an annoying ability, and Pairan was capable of neutralizing it.
"As long as you don't get in my way."
"......."
Pairan slowly lowered her arms.
Her breasts, pale-skinned and full enough to overflow a hand—a fact he'd confirmed the last time he touched her—were exceptional.
The feminine lines running from her nape to her chest were enough to stir a man's lust just by looking.
"......Do as you wish, then."
"You'll let me do as I wish with your body, but you won't give me your heart?"
At Jiha's mockery, Pairan pressed her lips tightly together and shut her eyes.
An attitude that declared she would ignore whatever the man did, a pretense of being frigid. Jiha gave a wry smile.
"I only need you to listen to what I say. Your heart is hardly necessary."
With that cold remark, Jiha suddenly shoved his hand down toward Pairan's lower body. When a man's hand groped her lower abdomen without any warning, Pairan's face stiffened.
She didn't make a sound, but her waist went rigid from the reaction. Jiha grinned.
"What's this, never been touched before?"
"......."
"I asked if you've never been touched."
When Jiha pressed the question aggressively, Pairan answered in a small voice.
"......Never."
"I thought you were busy rubbing up against women and having a grand time. Guess not."
"Who on earth......."
Pairan bristled before she could stop herself, then flinched.
"Kgh......."
The man's hand, which she'd expected to be completely brute, subtly pressed against the cleft between her legs.
The foreign sensation of something gently digging into that sensitive, secret inner flesh—the unfamiliar feeling made Pairan feel faint as she swallowed her breath.
"A virgin who knows neither men nor women, then. That's unexpected."
"......I-I'm not such a thing."
As Jiha's fingers slowly stroked along her crevice, Pairan's cheeks flushed, yet she still tried to protest.
She had resolved to endure and ignore whatever was done to her, but the words Jiha was throwing at her now were apparently hard to let slide.
"What do you mean 'not'? You're the bitch who goes into heat every time Asira's name comes up."
"......I said my feelings aren't like that."
Pairan's tone was laced with resentment now.
Jiha sneered.
"Then what the hell are they? You get angry when you hear that Asira and I are sleeping together, you sneak around listening to us mix our bodies, but you seriously claim you don't want to mix with Asira yourself? What, so you're not a lesbian, you're asexual? Or do you cultivate some kind of platonic love?"
"Eut, h-hngh......."
"Would you be satisfied if Asira stayed a virgin her whole life?"
Along with his rough words, Jiha's middle finger continued its crafty stimulation, making Pairan's body tremble.
Her waist quivered; she reflexively tried to escape the rising pleasure, but she was still seated on the sofa.
Moreover, Jiha had his own leg lightly pressing down on her thigh.
"Ungh......."
Trapped with nowhere to flee, Pairan struggled to hold out.
Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut in an effort to suppress any sound was, admittedly, admirable.
"Should I just lie and say I'm satisfied with only watching? What do you actually want to do?"
"Sh-shut up."
As Jiha kept sneering, Pairan opened her eyes and snapped at him.
"Just hurry up and get....... Haak!"
The moment Pairan opened her mouth, Jiha's finger slipped smoothly inside her crevice.
So far, the finger had only rubbed and stimulated the entrance; now it had gone beyond that.
Pairan, who had just mouthed off, now gaped, her eyes blank as she trembled uncontrollably.
"She really is a virgin......."
At the undeniable reaction, Jiha laughed coolly.
Pairan made a deliberate effort to glare at him despite the mockery, but Jiha responded by gently pushing his finger further in.
"Nngh, kuhngh......."
Pairan twisted her body, trying to get away, but couldn't escape Jiha's finger.
Squelch.
As Jiha's finger playfully burrowed in and teased, she could feel the honey flowing out and soaking her underwear.
Pairan kept trying to glare at Jiha, but every time, he adjusted the intensity of his stimulation to push her further.
"Ha, haak....... Haat......."
Pairan's breathing grew hot.
She tried to keep her resolve not to make a sound, but each time, Jiha's fingers would adjust their pressure and gently rub along her crevice.
From the pleasure of the man's hard fingers, the woman's body instinctively trembled and spilled honey, her heated flesh reacting even more sensitively.
Jiha's fingers became sticky with honey as well.
"Haa, haaaa......."
Pairan no longer even tried to flee. She just trembled under Jiha's stimulation, her breathing ragged and labored.
Her half-open odd eyes were wet with a mixture of pleasure and tears.
Jiha grabbed her chin and stared directly into her eyes.
"......Ungh."
Her cheeks burning, she lowered her eyes on her own.
It was the response he'd expected, though oddly anticlimactic.
'She gave in to despair surprisingly fast.......'
She'd practically raised a white flag after just a bit of pressure.
The stimulation Jiha provided was rather intense for a virgin to handle, but he hadn't even used Bloodsucking.
What's more, Pairan seemed like she had a strong will, so he'd expected her to thrash around a bit more.
"......Hurry up."
Pairan, finding the silence and inaction harder to endure as he simply watched her, whispered lowly.
"I've heard plenty of begging to stop, but the opposite is a first."
"......."
Pairan was now in a state of complete resignation.
It meant she was choosing total surrender, since she couldn't resist no matter what Jiha did.
If she wanted it fast, he had to do it slowly.
Jiha lowered his head and pressed his lips over hers.
Pairan showed a reflexive sign of rejection to the kiss, but Jiha firmly pressed against her crevice, blocking her resistance.
"Ah......."
In the moment she froze from the stimulation on her sensitive spot, he layered his lips over the woman's and gently sucked.
As he tasted her lips, his fingers continued burrowing in and teasing the ones below.
"Ahng......."
Her upper lips parted from the stimulation on her lower ones, releasing a moan. Jiha didn't miss the opening and coiled his tongue around the woman's defenseless one.
While letting his tongue teach her just what kind of creature a man is, his hand now burrowed inside her underwear.
"Hngh......."
A place no other hand had clearly ever entered before, and when a man's rough hand slipped into the virgin's underwear, Pairan shuddered with renewed shock and twisted her body.
But that reaction only delighted Jiha further.
Sssuup.
He sucked on her lips as he knocked against the ones below.
Pairan kept twisting her body to avoid it, but Jiha looped his arm around her neck, trapping her in his embrace as he patiently melted her with his tongue, lips, and hand.
No matter how Pairan struggled, she was like a butterfly caught in a spider's web.
"Ah, haa......."
When Jiha's fingers stroked and pressed against the slickly wet crevice, her body reacted honestly, trembling and leaking moans of excitement.
At that response, Jiha repeated long and short kisses, sometimes biting her lip hard, other times sucking on it softly.
"Ah, ahng......."
Under the simultaneous assault from above and below, the woman couldn't endure and let out a sweet moan.
It was too intensely charged for a first experience; her body and mind couldn't keep up.
"That's enough......."
Jiha, having thoroughly toyed with her, pulled his lips away and looked at Pairan's face.
The rebellious look she'd had at first, the attitude of ignoring whatever he did—it was all washed away, and only a beauty unable to hide her deep blush remained.
Her chilly expression had melted, and her eyes were drenched in pleasure.
When Jiha grabbed her chin and admired the view, Pairan shivered and cast her gaze down.
She'd realized that no matter how much she resisted, she was in the palm of this man's hand, that in bed she was nothing more than a newborn child.
"Don't look away."
"......."
At Jiha's command, Pairan hesitated before raising her eyes.
Normally, Pairan would have glared back without backing down, but now, soaked in sexual excitement, she apparently found it too embarrassing to look him straight on.
"Good, now you're a bit trained."
"......."
Pairan didn't answer, but she showed little sign of resistance.
'No, maybe this was in the cards from the very beginning. This one's a dog.......'
If Mayan was a cute puppy, then this one was a hunting dog.
A creature whose whole existence revolved around obeying commands. The only reason she'd snapped at Jiha until now was that she didn't acknowledge him as above herself.
"Or did you hate that there was someone ranked higher than your master, Asira?"
"What do you......."
"I'm starting to get what your heart is about."
She'd only barked and snapped at him because she couldn't accept the new entity who had mounted her former master.
Jiha pulled his hand away from caressing Pairan's crevice and peeled off her tights entirely.
Then he pulled her panties down to her thighs.
"Ah......."
When Pairan reflexively tried to close her legs out of shame, Jiha spoke coldly.
"Turn around, grab the backrest with your hands, and stick your ass out."
"......What?"
Pairan, about to resist the order, closed her mouth when her eyes met Jiha's.
With an expression that swallowed her humiliation, she didn't grumble and followed his instruction, turning around and grabbing the back of the sofa.
Her ass, tracing a pleasing curve, the shameful hole, and beneath it, the crack lewdly soaked, all came into view at once.
"I let you run wild for too long, knowing full well you were a dog. Guess that's why your sense of rank got confused. My mistake. I should've trained you properly from the start."
"What are you......."
Pairan bristled and started to turn her head, then froze.
A man's hand pressing against her buttocks—she could guess what was about to happen now.
"......Ungh."
Pairan barely stifled the cry, but she couldn't hide her body stiffening with fear and anxiety.
Jiha, well familiar with a virgin's reactions, grabbed Pairan's buttocks and gently kneaded them.
Like dough that had hardened, he worked it with his palms again and again until it heated up and softened, loosening up.
"Hngh......."
The man's hands softly caressed her ass, then kneaded it firmly. He grabbed each cheek one at a time, lewdly spread them apart, then pressed them together again.
Bewildered by the various methods of teasing her rear, Pairan could only let out frail breaths.
She buried her face in the sofa cushion to hide her shame and pleasure, which only made her assume an even more embarrassing position with her ass sticking up.
Then Jiha lightly raised his hand.
Slap!!
"Ah, ack!"
At the smack on her rear, Pairan jerked her head up involuntarily and let out a yelp.
Pairan, having received a blow she never anticipated, looked back with an anxious expression.
Jiha acted completely nonchalant, gently kneading her ass, and when Pairan's head started to lower again, he raised his hand once more.
Smack!!
"Haak!"
This time struck even harder, Pairan lifted her head again.
"Wh-what......."
In a voice tinged with anxiety and a desire not to be hit again, Jiha answered calmly.
"I'm training you. That's what this is."
"......."
As the eyes of the swordswoman who had always talked back without knowing her place trembled faintly, Jiha smiled.
"I'll teach you properly who your master is."