Chapter 7: The Spoils - 2
Chapter 7: The Spoils - 2
Jiha's fangs were just closing in on her nape.
Sensing him, Enril whipped her head around, her eyes flying wide.
"What...."
Too late to dodge the bite!
Once his mind was made up, Jiha sank his teeth into the side of her neck in one swift motion.
As he bit down on the soft, sweet flesh, the scent of blood bloomed.
"Ah, aaaahh!!!"
Belatedly realizing what was happening, Enril thrashed, struggling to tear Jiha off.
But he quickly slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her.
Her feet left the ground, robbing her of any real resistance.
"Ah! S-stop it!! What are you doing!"
Enril screamed, twisting her body, but she couldn't slip free of the fangs clamped into her neck.
She wrapped Mana around her fists and began hammering at Jiha's head.
Each blow carried enough force to crack his skull, but Jiha had already fortified his own body with Mana.
Ignoring the strikes to his head, he pinned her desperately writhing form and drank his fill.
This was the first time he'd ever bitten directly into a neck to suck blood.
He'd braced himself for a foul, metallic taste, but there was none.
The moment the blood touched his oral membranes, it transformed into crimson Mana and was absorbed.
A sweet flavor lingered on his tongue.
"Ngh, nnngh...."
The fists battering his head gradually slowed.
In the middle of his frenzy, Jiha recovered some of his reason and checked on Enril's state.
Her eyes were half-lidded, her breathing shallow and ragged.
The power drained from the hands striking him... and then her arms flopped limply down.
'Excessive blood loss....'
A living creature dies if it bleeds beyond a certain point.
Should he drain her dry and kill her?
As he wrestled with the choice, a sudden acrid sensation flooded his mouth, and he recoiled on instinct.
He pulled away from her neck, but no counterattack came.
'It seems there's a limit to how much I can absorb at once.'
A person can only eat so much in a day.
The same principle clearly applied to Jiha's Bloodsucking, which converted blood into Mana.
And on top of that....
"Well, now."
The spot on Enril's neck where he had bitten down was completely smooth.
The instant his fangs retracted, a wash of red Mana appeared and healed the wound on its own.
Having discovered something new, Jiha kept his guard up as he circled around to face Enril.
She blinked dazedly and struggled to rise, but her body refused to cooperate.
Her muscles were clearly not obeying her.
"So biting directly heals the wound automatically and also has an anesthetic effect."
"You, you bastard...."
Enril's breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to glare at him.
But in her current state, unable to control her own body, she was entirely at Jiha's mercy.
"......."
Should he kill her?
Jiha's original plan had been to rebuild his relationship with Enril and, if possible, make her obey his commands.
That was the best-case scenario, but he'd also kept the option of killing her in mind if she proved too obstinate.
"Drawing attention would be bad...."
If Enril died, a massive investigation would be inevitable.
On the other hand, if she regained her senses, she'd smash his head in.
"I have some time to think...."
When he reached his hand toward her, something in his movement made her flinch with sudden fear.
Jiha unbuckled her sword and tossed it into the corner of the room.
"Ngh...."
A wave of relief crossed Enril's face—perhaps she thought her life had been spared.
"Yeah, I'm contemplating what to do with you right now. Enril."
"......."
To show her he wasn't joking, Jiha summoned his Mana.
The sight of the energy sheathing his entire arm sent a flicker of genuine terror across Enril's features.
While mulling over her disposal, Jiha extended a hand toward her cheek without warning.
Unease and hostility surfaced on her face.
"They say getting your blood sucked by a vampire turns you into a slave... but I guess that's not the case."
"Urk...."
Enril tried to evade his hand, but her movements were sluggish at best.
Ignoring her resistance, Jiha slowly stroked her cheek.
The sensation was exquisite, like running his fingers over high-grade fabric, and as he traced her firm, brown skin, his pulse began to quicken.
She was undeniably a beauty.
A peerless, stunning woman the likes of which Jiha had barely glimpsed even on a screen.
"......."
Lust stirred.
He wanted her.
But if he was going to kill her, he couldn't touch her.
Leaving traces of a man on her corpse would make Jiha the prime suspect.
Maybe he could just avoid leaving evidence. The thought crossed his mind, but it was far too risky.
'I can't make another mistake.'
Hadn't he nearly died once already for messing with the wrong woman?
He couldn't let lust burn up his life and ambitions.
It was a waste—Enril's beauty was genuinely captivating....
As Jiha wavered between desire and reason, a bead of sweat brushed past his fingertips.
He had absently wiped a drop rolling down her cheek, and now he froze.
"Haa, haah...."
Enril's breathing had turned remarkably sweet.
When he looked at her, she quickly averted her eyes, pretending not to notice.
But she couldn't hide her flushed cheeks.
"No way...."
At her odd reaction, Jiha used his whole palm to slowly caress her cheek.
He felt her flinch and tremble beneath his touch.
The barest contact of his palm seemed almost too much for her to bear; she squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to suppress it.
Biting her lip and clamping her eyes closed, Enril fought against the ticklish sensation—until her eyes suddenly flew open and a breathless moan slipped out.
"Hah, haaht. Haaah...."
Jiha had stroked her long ear.
Even the fine hairs stood on end, and each brush of his fingers set the ear burning hot.
She tried to twist away, but she was no more than a toy in the palm of his hand.
"You're in heat."
When Jiha hit the nail on the head, Enril shook her head in denial, but the gesture was pitifully weak.
Especially since a light knead of her ear made her whole body shudder helplessly.
"All this just from your ear?"
Enril's unique reaction had Jiha fiercely excited, but he kept his judgment cold.
It couldn't simply be that dark elves had sensitive skin.
"Right...."
This was his first time biting directly into skin to drink.
Apparently, the effect wasn't just paralysis—it had an aphrodisiac quality too.
Or rather, what he'd mistaken for paralysis had actually been a state of sexual arousal.
As if understanding what was about to happen, Enril strained to get up.
"Do-don't touch me. Filthy male."
"I can't tell if the Common part is filthy or the male part is filthy. Which status is lower?"
Jiha grinned, and Enril bolted upright, Mana flaring.
Was she going to attack? Jiha went on guard, but she only scrambled backward as far as she could.
"Haa, haah.... Nngh."
The more she circulated her Mana, the shorter her breath became and the dizzier she felt.
Her body temperature soared; a sensation of wanting to tear off all her clothes and be free overwhelmed her, and Enril collapsed.
Luckily, she had moved close enough to the bed to fall onto it unscathed.
"My, my body...."
It was so intensely hot that she had no way to soothe it.
As Enril lay there, trembling from a sensation she'd never experienced before, Jiha slowly approached.
"G-get away. Filthy male!!"
"The one who went into heat from a filthy male's touch is you."
Jiha sat down beside her.
A quiver ran through the mattress, and Enril's heart lurched.
The memory of her body flaring hot when this man had touched her earlier—she wanted to feel that sensation again.
But contrary to her expectations, Jiha did nothing, simply watching.
Panting restlessly, struggling to quell the heat in her body, Enril finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked.
"A-are you just going to watch?"
"I'm a filthy Common and a filthy male, so I can't do anything to a noble dark elf. I'm just keeping my place."
Stung by the mockery, Enril flared up and tried to summon Mana, only for her eyes to snap wide as her body trembled violently.
The moment she tried to conjure Mana, her hips lifted slightly, and a deep place inside her began to grow wet.
"Ah, aahh...."
Her toes curled tightly as shudders ran through her body.
The problem was, that was it. Though her body burned with restless heat, it never truly ignited.
It was like an endless, irritating itch that she desperately needed to scratch.
The heat kept building, her breath kept shortening—she felt like she might go insane.
"S-specially, I'll permit it. D-do something...."
"I'm not sure what you want me to do?"
Jiha's tone was glib, and Enril bit her lip hard.
For a virgin like her, having to say such a thing out loud was so mortifying that the words wouldn't come.
But she was dimly aware of what this tickling sensation deep in her body meant.
It was a thirst only a man could quench.
Right now, Enril had no choice.
The only man present was the lowly Common she had always scorned and ignored—Jiha.
This fire kindled inside her would never go out on its own.
Enril steeled herself to speak, but Jiha spoke first.
"It won't be free. There are conditions. One: from now on, you will never try to harm me. Two: you will keep my ability a complete secret. Three: from now on, you will offer your body whenever I want. Swear on the honor of the dark elves."
Wasn't this telling her to become a plaything, a slave?
And swearing on dark elf honor meant she would be bound not to break it lightly.
"Ngh, kr...."
Enril tried to endure the heat in her body, but it was useless. The more she resisted, the more breathless she became.
"Kgh! Just kill me!"
"Why would I?"
Jiha propped his chin on his hand and replied indifferently.
Enril was completely defenseless right now; he could end her life anytime.
But that would lead to consequences he couldn't handle.
Keeping her alive and using her was the best option.
'It's a risky gamble, but the payoff would be huge.'
Killing a stunning beauty who was writhing in excitement on a bed felt like a waste anyway.
This woman, the first person he'd faced when he came to this world—he wanted Enril.
Concealing his own urgent desire to reach out, Jiha waited with deliberate calm.
"Hngh...."
Chewing on her humiliation, Enril squeezed her eyes shut and begged.
"A-alright. On the honor of the dark elves, I will keep these three promises with you. Haa, haaht. S-so...."
It was a full surrender. Enril gazed at him with desperate eyes, but Jiha wasn't satisfied.
He needed to make this peerless beauty understand exactly who was in charge.
"So, what do you want me to do, exactly? Say it clearly. Ask a man for it."
"That...."
Humiliation made the corners of Enril's eyes glisten.
But the heat of carnal desire was far stronger than the reins of reason.
Enril looked at Jiha with burning, imploring eyes and pled.
"P-please... hold me...."
"Well, since you're begging so hard, I suppose I have no choice."
Jiha replied lightly and promptly pressed his lips to hers.
Truthfully, he'd been dragging the conversation out, but he'd also been burning with lust that was hard to contain.
A peerless beauty was writhing and moaning seductively, begging him to take her. It was impossible not to be aroused.
Savoring the softness of a woman's lips for the first time in a long while, Jiha slipped his tongue inside.
Enril, who had been gasping for breath, jerked in shock at the tongue invading her mouth, her body trembling.
'Is this her first time, too?'
Puzzled by Enril's rigid reaction, Jiha twined his tongue with hers regardless.
As their saliva mixed, the supple sensation traveled all the way to his tongue-tip.
He pressed down her soft, yielding tongue, teased it playfully, caught her lower lip between his lips and sucked audibly, and gradually, her trembling began to cease.
Enril's body had started to accept Jiha's tongue and lips.
With a dazed expression, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The saliva he was giving her, the sensation of having her lips sucked—it was all so impossibly sweet that she didn't want to miss a single second of it.
"Ah, ahh...."
A strange sweetness mingled into the voice of the Enril who was now clinging to the man.
Jiha's hand had roughly seized her generous breast.
The fullness was palpable even through her clothes; it felt like kneading a warm, springy rubber ball.
"Ngh. Nnngh...."
Though his grip was forceful at first, Jiha soon began to tease her breast, modulating the pressure.
When his fingertips traced circles around the mound, Enril's eyebrows fluttered with restless need. When he squeezed firmly, her hips lifted slightly and her body quaked against him.
As if begging him to touch her more.
"This is a nice handful...."
Enril's face flushed deep crimson, and she clung to Jiha's neck even tighter, as if mortified for him to see her reactions.
Jiha whispered low into the ear of the clinging Enril.
"I'll enjoy you all night."