Chapter 51: Reaping the Harvest - 4
Chapter 51: Reaping the Harvest - 4
He pulled her onto his lap.
Seated between Jiha's thighs on the sofa, Leticia wore an expression of profound irritation.
"......Why does it have to be like this?"
"Easier to grope from behind. Unless you'd rather face me and do it head-on? You seemed to enjoy it that way last time."
"Don't be absurd. It was nothing but unpleasant."
Having her chest molested by Jiha in front of everyone had been purely humiliating for Leticia.
She'd only agreed to his current proposal because she trusted her own strength.
Back then, it had been so revolting that there was nothing to feel or react to.
Leticia's tone was absolute and furious.
"If you go back on your word after this, I will never forgive you."
"Oh, I'm terrified."
"......."
Threats were useless against him.
Leticia stared ahead, seething.
Seated primly between the man's legs, her thighs pressed tight together, biting her lower lip—her profile was stiff with pride and defiance.
Behind her, Jiha gazed with satisfaction at her white nape, then reached out to touch her long golden hair.
"Who said you could touch that?"
Leticia smacked his hand away with a sharp slap.
"I never gave you permission to touch my hair. Keep your hands off everywhere else, too."
"That's right—the only thing I'm allowed to grope are your tits. Since you asked so very politely."
"......."
Leticia's face tightened with fury, but she said nothing more.
Now that she'd come this far, she was prepared to endure a few minutes of shame.
Jiha wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest.
"Snuggle right up and try enduring it for ten minutes."
"......."
"Think of it as a test of endurance. Understood?"
Leticia looked furious but offered no further protest.
An ordinary woman wouldn't have accepted such terms. But Leticia was confident she could take the man's life if it came to that.
And just yesterday, she'd learned firsthand that his touch only made her angry.
'That was foreplay. The real thing starts now.'
Jiha smirked as he slipped his hand inside her clothing.
The instant the man's hand burrowed beneath her top, Leticia shot him a venomous glare over her shoulder.
"Wait—what are you doing!"
"I never said I'd touch you over the clothes."
Jiha's hand settled over her brassiere.
Leticia's face blazed with fury, but he merely traced the surface of the undergarment with casual indifference.
"Or shall we call it off right now?"
"......."
"Makes no difference to me."
Leticia ground her teeth audibly.
His hand was already inside her clothes—canceling now would feel like admitting defeat for nothing.
Besides, what difference would a layer of fabric really make?
"If the plan isn't truly usable, I will cut your throat."
Jiha kneaded her breasts through the fabric as if only half-listening.
The firm, ripe flesh clung to his hand with springy resistance.
When he applied just a little pressure through the undergarment, Leticia shuddered and fell silent.
He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder to study her face.
Leticia was bright red, her eyes fixed rigidly to the side.
"Quite a nice set of breasts...."
"......."
A moment ago, the elf would have glared daggers at him. Now she simply stayed quiet.
As if mapping their contours, Jiha traced the outer curve of her breasts with his palm.
The message was unmistakable: your chest is roughly this size.
Leticia said nothing, but her neck flushed even darker.
She had a nominal fiancé, yet she'd never once allowed him to straighten her collar.
The current situation—being held in the arms of a lowly human slave while he felt her breasts through her undergarment—was so degrading she could never have imagined it.
And she had asked for it herself.
"Hmm...."
As Leticia bit her lower lip, Jiha gently squeezed and released her breasts in a slow rhythm.
The soft stimulation made her twist her upper body unconsciously, trying to evade the touch.
Being caught and released again and again in that large hand stirred a strange sensation.
'What... this is a bit....'
She'd assumed it would only hurt and disgust her, like before, but his touch was strangely gentle.
A sensation she'd never felt—to endure the ticklishness, Leticia steadied her breathing.
Swish.
Then, as if exploiting that opening, the man's hand slipped past the edge of her brassiere.
When bare fingers met her skin, Leticia's breath hitched into a moan.
"Hold on—this is—."
"One minute gone."
Jiha stated it flatly and closed his hand firmly around her breast.
Before Leticia could react to the escalation, he'd already made it a done deal.
The moment he cupped her directly, a superb resilience coiled around his fingers.
The lush softness of her breast deformed against his grip—he could have toyed with it endlessly.
The size was smaller than Enril's, but the sensitivity and the smoothness of her skin were exceptional.
"Hah...."
With the man's uninvited hand kneading her bare flesh, Leticia fought to suppress her moans.
Jiha caressed her, reading every reaction.
As he massaged with deft pressure, the tail of Leticia's eyebrow quivered.
"Nn...."
Jiha slid his other hand stealthily up her back and unfastened the clasp of her brassiere.
The fabric covering her chest soundlessly slipped downward.
With nothing left obstructing him, the man's hands gripped the noble elf's bare breasts directly.
"Uh."
Leticia's jaw twitched when Jiha took both breasts into his palms.
Watching the elf clamp her lips shut against the mounting ticklishness, Jiha kneaded the soft flesh at his leisure.
The feeling of warm, plush, resilient white dough spreading between his fingers filled his grip.
"Haa...."
Leticia sealed her lips and fought not to make a sound.
The sharp, tingly sensation whenever the man's hands squeezed hard and then let go.
She felt her head spin, an involuntary wish that he'd touch her more—she resolutely ignored it, simply waiting for the time to pass.
The thought crossed her mind that if he'd told her from the start he'd touch bare skin, she'd never have agreed. The man had tricked her slyly.
The thought dissolved under the kneading of his hands.
"Nngh...."
When Jiha's fingers grazed the sensitive tips of her breasts, Leticia let out the moan she'd been struggling to hold back.
A rush of pleasure stronger than the nagging tickle drained the tension from her body.
Whether the man handling her chest even noticed, he went back to only kneading the soft mounds.
Just as she desperately tried to erase the lingering sensation... his fingertips brushed her nipples again, teasing her.
"Hnn."
The spike of pleasure just as the feeling had begun to fade parted Leticia's lips.
Jiha's hands lifted and squeezed her breasts from below, occasionally tormenting the sensitive peaks as he caressed her.
"Ngh... hnn...."
Flushed crimson, Leticia shuddered and whimpered each time.
Her skin was so fair that every flush showed instantly.
Her neck blazing red, Leticia squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling, soft moans escaping every time Jiha touched her.
"Haa... haa...."
When he caught her nipples between his fingertips and began to roll them, Leticia's breathing grew audibly ragged.
Jiha whispered close to her ear.
"You're feeling it."
"Wh-who would feel anything from a lowly human like you... I-it's just unpleasant."
Leticia snapped back venomously, but her brows were arched and trembling.
Holding the woman who'd closed her eyes, trying to suppress her moans, Jiha chuckled from behind.
"Then why are your hips twisting?"
"B-because your sweaty, filthy hands are touching me and it disgusts me. Kuh...."
"Your nipples are hard."
"N-not particularly... they're al... always like th-that, hnn."
As if trying to draw something out of her, his light tugging and releasing of her nipples made her frown and exhale a pained sigh.
"Hnn. Kuht."
Latching onto her sensitivity, Jiha caught both nipples this time and began tormenting them in tandem.
No one would have imagined the sight: a man's hands shifting the fabric of the elf's clothing in lewd creases while Leticia accepted it without true resistance.
Not satisfied with merely playing with her nipples, Jiha ground his now-hard length against Leticia's rear through his pants.
Before this started, she would have recoiled in revulsion. Right now, she was floundering in sensations she'd never felt in her life.
The firm resilience beneath her thin skirt pressed distinctly against his hardness.
"Haa, haa...."
As Jiha tormented nothing but her nipples with maddening persistence, Leticia panted and shook her head in denial.
The nipples themselves had hardened, practically begging the man to keep touching them.
"You're completely feeling it. What a sensitive body."
"Wh-who would, with a filthy human like you—."
Jiha didn't hesitate to twist her nipples.
"Ah. Hyak!"
The sudden sharp torment from the fingers that had teased so gently made Leticia cry out in distress.
An electrifying sting collided with deeper pleasure, and she lost control of her body.
"So sensitive."
"Hnn. N-no, I'm not...."
Leticia tried to muffle her moans with her wrist.
Scoffing at her resistance, Jiha cupped both breasts and began rubbing them together.
Where each had been worked separately by his hands, her breasts now stimulated each other further.
He could feel them subtly swelling with arousal. With Leticia refusing to move her wrist from her lips, Jiha caught the tip of her long ear between his teeth.
"Hah, ah! Wh-what...."
The unexpected sensation made the elf twist, but that couldn't free her from Jiha's hands or lips.
On top of that, the hard object jabbing and grinding against her rear was beginning to fixate her attention for some reason.
"Ah, ahn...."
She had essentially surrendered her chest, letting the man toy with it however he pleased.
As his lips traveled from the pointed tip of her ear down to the sensitive lobe, Leticia moaned and trembled uncontrollably.
"So you're still not feeling it?"
"Uhn. Y-yes... it's just unpleasant... hnn."
Even as she forced out the words, Leticia let out a sweet moan and shivered.
Her thoughts dissolved into a white haze, and the strength drained from her limbs.
Leticia could feel it herself now—her breathing had become undeniably ragged, and her face was burning.
"I-it's over. Ten minutes...."
When she managed to force the words out, Jiha gave a derisive laugh.
"Barely five minutes have passed."
"Th- hnn. You're lying...."
Only half the time had passed? Disbelieving, Leticia checked the clock, but Jiha was right.
Twisting her body to escape the tingling sensations spreading through her ears and chest did nothing—she couldn't overpower the man's raw physical strength.
Held firmly from behind, she was being thoroughly melted by his hands and lips.
"Ah, haht. Aht...."
Every time his lips brushed her skin, every time rough fingers rubbed and tugged her hardened nipples, Leticia convulsed.
"Ngh, hht...."
When Jiha's tongue lapped at her earlobe, she exhaled a strengthless sigh, her eyes fluttering dazedly.
What had started as mere ticklishness had spread into unmistakable pleasure, and it was becoming impossible to endure.
"Haht, haaht...."
Gasping for breath, Leticia had to admit she'd been wrong.
She'd assumed a human's touch would be pure humiliation—just a moment of unpleasantness to tolerate.
She'd endured it yesterday, so she'd thought today would be no different.
She had never imagined her own body would react like this, that each touch would make her twitch, waging a losing battle.
Now even the lightest contact made her flinch reflexively, trembling as she grew wet below.
"S-stop...."
When Leticia struggled to break free of his arms, Jiha's voice came out cold and final.
"Five more minutes. Stopping in the middle isn't allowed."
"I said s-stop... hnn. Hht...."
Moaning, Leticia still tried to twist free.
Unable to overpower the man physically, she wreathed her arm in violet Mana.
Jiha opened his mouth.
'Yeah, I figured she'd pull this....'
Resorting to Mana—the last nail in the coffin.
Crunch!
"Hhk!? Kyaaak!"
As Jiha's fangs sank into her neck, Leticia screamed and writhed.
But she was a warrior—close-quarters combat was her specialty, and she wasn't going to take this passively.
The instant he bit down, her elbow slammed reflexively into the spot just beneath Jiha's ribs.
Crrack!
He'd reinforced his body with Mana, yet the strike ignored it, sending a horrifying wave of agony through him.
Pain exploded through his ribs; the sharp crack of a fracture radiated outward.
It felt like a miracle the bone hadn't broken outright.
"Ghhuuh...."
The searing pain was nearly enough to knock him out, but Jiha didn't release Leticia's neck.
If he let go now, he was dead.
"Y-you—!!"
Her blood being rapidly drained, Leticia tried to elbow him again.
The first strike had been reflex. This one was genuine killing intent.
Jiha, having anticipated it, spread his wings and launched upward while still holding her from behind.
The sudden flight threw Leticia off for a moment. In that window, Jiha kept drinking.
"Hnn. Kkuht!"
Leticia screamed softly, yet rallied her Mana and struck back with her elbow.
Airborne, Jiha twisted his body while keeping his fangs locked in place, dodging the strikes or at least avoiding a clean hit.
It was only possible because he'd kept practicing flight.
"Huk, huugh...."
Her attacks missing their mark one after another, Leticia's movements grew sluggish as her blood drained away.
The moment all color left her face, Jiha slowly withdrew his lips.
He'd reached the limit of how much he could convert into Mana and drink.
"Fwoooh...."
Retracting his wings, Jiha descended back to the sofa with Leticia in his arms.
"Wh-what did you... do to me. Haht, hahk...."
Collapsed and curled up on the sofa, Leticia's eyelids quivered.
Jiha didn't answer. Instead, he assessed his own body.
His ribs had definitely been smashed by Leticia's elbows—yet now they were perfectly intact.
'So Bloodsucking heals injuries too....'
His careful groundwork had paid off.
If he'd bitten Leticia, a specialist in fist-and-foot techniques, head-on, her counterattack would have destroyed him.
He'd stirred her body first, exploited her moment of lowered guard, and still nearly been wrecked.
Leticia peered up at the self-assessing Jiha with frightened eyes.
The look on her face belonged to someone only now realizing she'd been completely, helplessly ensnared.
Jiha smiled and extended a hand. Leticia squeezed her eyes shut.
Rustle.
When his hand went to the front of her clothes to straighten them, Leticia looked baffled, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"......You're not killing me?"
She'd apparently braced herself to be murdered.
Jiha answered her calmly.
"I'm not that ruthless an owner."
Time to establish the hierarchy.