Chapter 282 Independence -11
Chapter 282 Independence -11
Schluk! Thud! Schluk!
"Ah, ah! Aaah! Ah!"
Held by the arm and rammed into while still standing, Barjet's body folded into an L-shape, trembling and panting.
Her body had been burning up long before he even entered her. The moment she took his thick shaft, fireworks exploded deep inside, and from then on, she completely lost her mind.
"Hahk! Haaahk! Aaaaaht!!"
Every time the man behind her thrust in and pulled out, she forgot this was a shop's fitting room, letting out dizzying screams while gasping for air.
Thud! Shllrk! Schluk!
A moan escaped her with each rhythmic slap of the man's lower belly against her as he pistoned in and out. Bracing both hands against the front mirror, Barjet shook her head.
"Ha, no. Mm, mmmn...."
In the mirror were her own unfocused eyes, her pitifully panting face drenched in sweat.
She couldn't believe it was herself—so obscene and lewd.
As if she was convulsing because the pounding felt far too good to fight.
Schluk!
"Ah, ahn. N-no...."
Barjet tried desperately to deny it, but the woman in the mirror cried out with unbearable sweetness.
Jiha leaned his upper body over her, his hands wrapping around Barjet's waist to knead her breasts as he whispered into her ear.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mmm, mmmn, mmmmn...."
Barjet shuddered and shook her head, but the man traced a slow circle with his shaft buried to the hilt, pulling out just a fraction before sinking back in.
As a different kind of pleasure spread from that fully pressed-together state, Barjet's waist jerked in surprise.
"Hahk, haaahk. Aaah...."
"I feel damn good pounding into you."
"Mmm, mmht...."
Barjet lowered her eyes in shame.
Because she could feel it acutely with her own body—the man had grown bigger and hotter than when he'd first entered her.
"Huuuuh...."
Jiha pulled out just a little, then pushed back in, slow and heavy. As he repeated the motion, Barjet bit down hard on her lower lip.
She'd ridden out waves of intense pleasure several times now, but when a small, gentle pleasure suddenly pushed its way in, she had no idea how to cope.
"Mm, hm-mm, haa, ahh...."
Even pleasure she'd normally brush off felt utterly dizzying right now.
Smack. Sluurp.
Jiha embraced her from behind as she leaned against the mirror, kneading and kissing various parts of her body while thrusting in and pulling out with agonizing slowness.
With every motion, her toes quivered and a floating sensation persisted, as if her body was lifting off the ground.
She wanted more.
"...Do it harder?"
"Mmm, mmmht.... Do it... outside...."
"Do what?"
"U-using my... chest... you said. A-ah...."
Shllk!
As Jiha's pace quickened, Barjet couldn't finish her sentence and her eyes flew wide open.
The sudden acceleration ignited a fire inside her that she couldn't endure.
Jiha laughed.
"Today, I'll just look and touch like this."
"Ah, w-wait...."
Wasn't he saying he was going to finish inside her?
Their bodies were already intertwined, but Barjet had been trying to avoid at least that. The moment she started to protest in alarm, Jiha's thrusts began to quicken.
Thud! Shllrk! Schluk.
"Ah, ah. Aaht! Aaht!"
As the small pleasure gradually swelled, Barjet's tongue stiffened mid-protest and she gasped.
Her body flared up so fiercely that thought became impossible.
She forgot she was supposed to be quiet, forgot where she was.
"Hnk, kkht. Mmmmn."
Thud! Schluk!
Every time the man pushed, pulled, and pounded from behind, her ripe, stunningly voluptuous body quivered and rippled like a wave.
Her breasts were too large and her hips had such volume, yet her frame itself was thin—a woman who made any man's mouth water. With every stab, she came undone too easily, panting and gasping.
"Urk! Hm-mm! Ha, ah, ah. Ah, ahn. N-no... Mm. Mmmn...."
Thud! Shtk! Schluk!!
Grabbing that slender waist with both hands, Jiha silently thrust in and pulled out.
Barjet's mouth said no, but her body had grown intensely hot, her inner walls clenching down tight.
It was like flesh begging him to hurry up and spill his seed inside her. He felt like he had a thick, perfectly browned, well-done steak laid out before him.
"Huu, huuuh."
"Ah, aah. Aaaaht...."
The man's pace grew faster. Feeling him swell up inside her, Barjet could only shake her head.
Her eyes had gone hazy, swept away by a pleasure so good she couldn't think, her hands trembling against the mirror.
She knew the man was going to plant his seed inside her, and she was half-resigned to it.
"Mm, ah, n-no, I said no...."
Ssslp.
When she kept denying it with her mouth, Jiha leaned down and sealed her lips with a kiss.
"Hahk, haaahk, aah...."
With her lips devoured by the man, Barjet could only let out a pained moan, her body flinching and clamping down.
Her spent body squeezed down tight as if trying to make the man release, and a sudden wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"Huu, huuuh."
Even while kissing her, Jiha kept moving his hips, puffing out hot breaths.
"Urk, mmmn. Mmmmn. Haa-ahn."
Every time the man stabbed and violated her from behind, her ripe body gasped, breasts shaking heavily.
Jiha absently filled both hands with those breasts, then pushed his hips even faster.
"Hnk, hhnk. Ha-ahn, ah, ah, aaah...."
Even as he pounded, his fingers toyed with and teased her nipples, until Barjet shuddered and clamped down, hitting her peak once more.
"Urk, mmmnnnht. ...I'm cumming."
"Ah, ah. Ah, aaah. Aaahn!!!"
As Barjet's thighs quaked and she lifted her hips as if trying to flee, Jiha drove in deep and shuddered.
Byurrrrrt!!
His shaft erupted as he drank her blood.
"Ah, aahhn. Haaaa...."
Barjet shook as a faint scream escaped her.
In the mirror before her, a fair-skinned, voluptuous woman was utterly pinned down by a male, her expression melted away.
A face so shamelessly undone she couldn't believe it even while watching the mirror, eyes drenched from being overcome by pleasure.
Quivering thighs, and then a spasm spreading through her whole body as moans kept bursting out of her.
"Hhnk, mmmnht."
Byururururt!!
He thrust all the way inside the ecstatically pleasured female and released to his heart's content.
"Ah, aah."
The completely pinned-down herbivore could only helplessly tremble, panting as she watched the predator plant its seed inside her body and drink her blood.
"Ah, mmmht...."
Jiha reached in front of her, his hands finding her sweat-drenched, voluptuous breasts, and squeezed hard.
"Mm, mmmn...."
Even a coquettish nasal sound leaked out.
As if asking him to touch her more.
"Ah, ah...."
At the unconscious moan, Barjet's face flushed, but then she shuddered again as the shaft buried deep inside her continued to pump out its seed.
A long, drawn-out release.
"Hahk, haaaahk, haaaa...."
Only when Jiha was finally satisfied and pulled his hips back a little did Barjet wobble and nearly collapse forward.
Jiha wrapped his hand around her slender waist to stop her, then gazed into the mirror.
"Haa, aaah, mm...."
"Tired?"
"...We got dirty."
Drip. Driip.
Black panties that had caught around Barjet's thighs.
Jiha's semen and Barjet's juices dripped down, forming a lewd puddle.
Jiha said lightly.
"Let's buy another pair."
"Th-that's wasteful. Mm, mmmn. Wa-wait... Ah! Ah!"
When Jiha pushed his hips forward and buried himself again, Barjet was horrified.
She thought he was done?
The shaft lodged inside her body was still scorching hot.
"Ah, ah, aah. Wa-wait...."
Even though she'd felt like she was calming down, she ignited again in an instant.
Jiha grabbed the woman's rear and started thrusting again.
"Two more times. Then let's eat."
"Ah, aah...."
Barjet's voice had flared with heat as well.
An evening coffee shop.
Sitting across from Jiha, Barjet stared blankly down at her coffee cup.
That early dinner—she couldn't even remember what she ate or how.
Across from her, Jiha spoke.
"Tired from doing it four more times?"
"..."
She shook her head weakly.
Honestly, her memory of what happened was all a blur.
All she knew was that her body had felt light as air, drifting weightlessly, a state of utter bliss.
And the fact that Jiha's face had still looked somewhat unsatisfied even after all that.
"I-it's over now, right?"
"Why? Since we're done eating, want to go to a hotel and have sex some more?"
"!?"
Startled, Barjet whipped her head around to check if anyone had heard.
When she realized with relief that everyone was absorbed in their own conversations, Jiha chuckled.
"What's there to be so shocked about? When a man and a woman are eating dinner and drinking coffee, other people look and figure it out. Those two will be heading off to have sex soon. They'll be at it all night."
"D-don't say things like that!"
"I'm telling you, that's what everyone thinks."
At Jiha's words, Barjet shut her mouth.
Because she wondered if it was really true.
As Barjet glanced furtively at the people at other tables, Jiha laughed and said:
"We didn't have time today so we only bought underwear. Next time, let's go buy some clothes."
"..."
If you hadn't done that in the fitting room, there would've been no shortage of time.
But Barjet couldn't bring herself to point that out first.
She just wore a very complicated expression, occasionally stealing glances at Jiha and then ducking her head quickly when their eyes met.
Jiha continued.
"And let me know if you're short on underwear."
"...Ah, I'll handle it myself from now on."
"Don't go around wearing torn ones, Mara."
"I've never done that! I sew them!"
"...."
Is this really something a Unique should be saying?
Jiha let out an incredulous laugh.
Barjet, who'd made an indignant face at being falsely accused, glared at Jiha before quickly lowering her eyes.
Then she looked at the shopping bag beside her chair and her face grew complicated again.
Underwear costing hundreds of thousands per set.
'It really is right to tame Barjet just in case, but not too harshly. Preparing for the worst on the day of the operation. For today, I'll leave it at this.'
Jiha finalized his thoughts.
The reason Jiha deliberately interfered in Barjet's attire was to give her confidence.
The basics of one's mindset stem from food, clothing, and shelter. Environment shapes personality and further forms values.
Other Uniques dressed however they wanted.
They styled themselves to catch Jiha's eye and appeal to his tastes, but that was their own choice.
Barjet, however, didn't dress up not because of her own choice, but because she was overly conscious of other people's eyes.
She had to acknowledge and accept her own power, ability, and charm to become a useful card.
"Shall we talk about work now?"
As Jiha turned, he saw a familiar face approaching.
A woman who had come after receiving the message he'd sent before entering the coffee shop.
Dark blue hair. It was Pairan Amaut.
"..."
Pairan fell silent as she reached the table.
It was the first time she'd faced him since spending the night with Jiha, and she seemed extremely wary.
"Ah, Miss Pairan."
Lost in thought, Barjet was flustered when she saw Pairan.
Pairan also glanced at Barjet, then looked back at Jiha.
Facing the two who couldn't understand why they'd been called together, Jiha stated flatly.
"You two have a job to do."
"No...."
Pairan's tongue froze mid-retort, her response coming almost like a conditioned reflex.
Under Jiha's silent gaze, expressing refusal had become impossible for her.
Barjet, who had been puzzled by Pairan's reaction, spoke carefully.
"I-if you have something to say, could you just tell us quickly?"
One was a reluctant hunting dog, the other a loser with power but no grasp of even the basics of fighting.
"..."
Lining the two of them up side by side, he could only give a bitter smile.
He'd prepared so much for independence, yet these two were the ones he had to use at the very end.
"If you're not going to do it, say so now. If you screw this job up, I'll kill you."
"...Is there a veto option?"
"Then your futures would be over too."
Jiha answered Pairan's question succinctly.
"But if the job is botched, there's no next chance either."
"...I'll decide once I hear what it is."
Jiha spoke briefly.
"There's a party in three days. On that day, I'll kill both Lowchen and Alex."
"Y-you're telling me to kill someone?"
Barjet was horrified, but Jiha cut her off indifferently.
"I don't expect that from you. You'll be put on a different task."
"I'll do it."
Pairan spoke resolutely.
The goal she'd pursued even while submitting to Jiha was to eliminate Lowchen.
"And you?"
"...Ah, I don't have a choice but to do it, do I?"
"If you start whining halfway through, I won't leave you alone."
Barjet took a deep breath and said.
"I'll do it, as long as it isn't killing someone."
"Good."
Preparations were complete.
The day of the party.
Dressed in a suit, Jiha rode in a carriage with Sirel.
Sirel, wearing a dress that exposed her shoulders, looked somewhat tense.
"...Isn't this expensive?"
"It's sponsored, so go ahead and use it."
Through Lijin, he'd procured clothes for Sirel to wear to the party.
It was a beautiful dress decorated tastefully with small pearls along the arms and waistline, with a subtly exposed cleavage accented by a red ruby as a focal point.
It was a sophisticated party outfit that fit Sirel perfectly.
"How much is this really? I'm scared I'll get it dirty, honestly."
"Just wash it and return it, so don't feel pressured."
The carriage rolled to a stop.
Sirel admired the view out the window.
"The house is huge...."
The carriage door opened and a maid extended a hand. Sirel took it and stepped down from the carriage.
Left alone, Jiha closed his eyes for a moment and sank into thought.
Sirel had no combat ability. Was it right to leave her outside, then?
No, this was Alex's message. Even if he tried to smuggle Sirel away and hide her, there were limits.
'You have to pretend to fall for the trap to easily tear apart the one who schemed it up.'
Having decided, Jiha stepped out of the carriage.
A familiar face—Alex was waiting, dressed in servant's garb.
"Welcome. I've been waiting. Jiha."
Seeing Alex personally greet a guest according to celestial etiquette, Jiha smiled.
"Yeah, I've been waiting too."
It's starting now.
Tonight, I will kill this bastard in front of me and Lowchen, and declare my independence.