Chapter 80: Dominating the Market - 7
Chapter 80: Dominating the Market - 7
Splash.
Jiha leaned back against the wall of the tub, the water lapping around him.
Above him, Enril settled her body against his, overlapping like a second layer.
Facing each other.
.......
Enril stayed silent, as if the position had suddenly become awkward and embarrassing.
But the faint sigh escaping her lips and the flush still burning on her cheeks made it clear the afterglow hadn't faded.
Jiha moved his hands and squeezed Enril's buttocks beneath the water, kneading them deliberately as if to show her he could.
Plush, voluptuous flesh that stirred lust no matter how much he groped it.
He remembered the past—how she used to beat him whenever she pleased and turn her back, walking away.
How many times had he sworn he'd throw Enril to the ground someday, make her pant and gasp, as he watched her hips sway with every step?
......Nnh.
When Jiha's grip tightened, Enril let out a soft moan and twisted her body.
A silent plea not to squeeze too hard.
So Jiha grabbed even harder.
"Ah, nnh."
Enril flinched and glanced at Jiha's expression, trying to read him.
This whole situation was unfamiliar to her, but Jiha's mind was even more unreadable.
Setting aside the fact that he was holding her—why here, of all places?
When they'd met Dudinel earlier, hadn't he insisted he had business and held himself back?
Or was this part of some plan too?
Enril's thoughts were tangled when Jiha spoke abruptly.
"If you've got something to say, say it."
.......
Now that he'd prompted her, Enril found the words wouldn't come easily.
She had plenty she wanted to ask him, plenty she wanted to know.
"Leti......."
Did you sleep with that elf bitch?
The words surged up from deep in her chest.
But Enril reflexively swallowed them down.
If he slept with her, he slept with her. What of it?
Her pride as a dark elf Unique, and Enril's own haughty self-respect, refused to let her ask and confirm it.
She didn't want to become a woman who clung to a man.
Seeing Enril forcibly choke back her words, Jiha was inwardly surprised.
He'd actually expected that by now, Enril would have pressed him about Leticia and demanded answers and reassurances.
Because she was a woman.
He'd prepared countermeasures for it.
But Enril didn't ask after all.
.......
Was her pride just that strong?
Jiha found it puzzling but changed tack.
If this was how it was going to be, he'd take the indirect route.
"Your ass is so big. Feels great to touch."
.......
Squish. Squeeze.
Jiha grabbed Enril's buttocks with both hands, one cheek in each palm, and kneaded to his heart's content.
As the man's hands worked her roughly, then gently, Enril sighed and buried her face against Jiha's shoulder.
This made her feel at ease, she thought.
Like a feline predator resting tamely against its master.
Jiha whispered into Enril's pointed ear.
"Great for taking from behind, too."
.......
The vulgar words left Enril at a loss.
If an ordinary man had said that, she'd have ripped out his tongue and cut his throat.
That wasn't an exaggeration—she'd actually done it before.
But Jiha was the only man above her, someone she dared not defy or talk back to, and she had no idea how she was supposed to react.
Jiha whispered into her ear again.
"You walk around shaking an ass this fat and lewd, so of course all those women were eaten up with jealousy. You know the men were only looking at you, right?"
......I don't know.
She knew perfectly well, but she was so flustered she lied.
Kiss.
Jiha kissed Enril's ear and asked again.
"You really don't know?"
.......
"Every single bastard who looked at you is probably thinking about you right now. They couldn't stand how horny they were, so they grabbed whatever woman was in front of them, dragged her into a room, and fucked her senseless—but the whole time they were disappointed because her face and body couldn't measure up to yours."
.......
"The bitch underneath them is so unimpressive they go soft."
Kiss.
Jiha kissed Enril's cheek, then her ear, whispering intimately.
"And here I am, getting horny all over again."
.......
Enril twitched and tilted her ear toward him.
The expressions were so vulgar they should've made her frown, but there was no trace of distaste on Enril's face.
No—her expression was actually softening, little by little.
Because at the end of the day, wasn't the man whispering to her that Enril was the finest female, the most desirable woman?
Truth be told, Enril was a peerless beauty, and she'd heard plenty of praise for her looks.
Of course, Enril had never paid it any mind. If a man looked at her in a way that displeased her, she'd gouge out his eyes and kill him.
No man had ever been her equal, let alone stood above her. This was the first time.
She'd never received praise like this before.
Splish.
With water-slick hands, Jiha touched Enril's firm breasts.
Enril's ass was extraordinary, but her chest was full too.
When Jiha's five fingers grasped the light-brown mounds, they quivered as if trying to hold their shape against his grip. Absolutely spectacular.
"Ah, nnh......."
As the man kneaded her breast with his left hand and toyed with her buttocks with his right, Enril's breathing grew steadily hotter.
But more than anything, it was Jiha's voice whispering in her ear.
"The pathetic bastards lusting after you are settling for other women and trying to get off, while I've got you all to myself. Feels good."
.......
Enril was the best woman, so he couldn't hold back and fucked her.
He was deeply satisfied to have tamed this beautiful black panther that other men couldn't even lay a finger on.
Listening to it filled her chest with pride.
.......
Enril twitched and hurriedly schooled her expression.
The corners of her lips had nearly softened into a faint smile.
Pretending not to notice, Jiha whispered into Enril's ear again.
"You did well, holding back against those jealous, second-rate bitches."
"Well......."
She could have just killed them and been done with it.
But she couldn't exactly cause trouble in Iroha's territory, could she?
Jiha knew perfectly well that Enril had made that judgment, but the important part came next.
"Now everyone knows you're my woman."
"Ah......."
Enril paused.
Back then, hadn't Jiha wrapped his arm around her neck and declared it outright?
The situation had been so unfamiliar she'd been flustered, but she hadn't disliked it.
Thinking back on it now, it was the sort of thing that would stir up all kinds of gossip.
Enril hesitated, then spoke.
"......We could have Iroha keep everyone quiet. Even if we didn't, no one in this business would be reckless enough to go around asking about rumors."
"You want to hide it?"
.......
"You want to keep it a secret that I can fuck you and come inside you whenever I please?"
When Jiha whispered against her ear, Enril flinched and ducked her head.
The man's breath, his voice, sent a shiver down her spine and made her body tremble.
Kneading the dark elf's breasts and buttocks to his heart's content, Jiha asked again.
"Answer me."
"......You must have some idea in mind."
That was Enril's reply.
Jiha was a thorough man, his mind no ordinary thing.
The operations he'd laid out like flowing water, the way he turned the tables—she couldn't keep up with any of it.
She was already obeying him in practice, offering her body, refusing to disobey.
Surely this was part of some calculation on his part, and—
"That's not really an answer, is it?"
Smack!
Jiha raised his hand and slapped Enril's buttocks.
Her rear was so large that when he struck the part above the waterline, droplets scattered and the plush flesh quaked visibly.
.......
Enril swallowed her moan and tried to endure it.
Watching her with a blank expression, Jiha raised his hand again.
Slap! Smack!
"......Ngh."
Enril let out a low moan as her buttocks kept getting struck, struggling to hold it in.
She'd resolved not to answer even if Jiha got angry.
Truly formidable pride.
So Jiha kept spanking her while biting the tip of her ear.
"Ah."
Enril jolted at the sudden caress.
Jiha stopped spanking her and whispered.
"What do you want me to do?"
.......
The question he'd asked while shielding Enril from those women earlier.
Enril trembled, at a loss for what to do.
A man protecting her? It was absurd by any common-sense measure.
She was a Unique—in all of Warsland, those stronger than her could be counted on one hand.
She could have massacred every last woman in that room, whether it was a hundred or a thousand.
But Jiha had protected her. That much was true.
Because just then, Enril had felt incredibly reassured when Jiha stepped forward and spoke for her...... and she'd felt relief.
"......I really don't know."
"Yeah?"
At her genuinely uncertain tone, Jiha stopped his hand and slowly rubbed Enril's buttocks.
As if apologizing for hitting her when she didn't know what to say.
But it was fine for Jiha to do that.
Because he was indisputably Enril's superior.
In Warsland, where only the strong survived, a superior killing someone beneath them wasn't even worthy of remark.
And Enril herself showed no sign of discontent.
"Then I'll give you time to think. But if I want it, you spread your legs and take it, anytime."
.......
"Not answering?"
As Jiha pressed firmly against the nape of her neck and smiled, Enril averted her eyes.
The words were too crude to answer easily, and besides.......
"......I'm already doing that, aren't I?"
Her voice carried a hint of veiled complaint.
She'd already given her body to Jiha and had no intention of resisting, so why was he doubting her all over again?
Like a subordinate annoyed at having her loyalty questioned.
So Jiha smiled and said,
"Answer."
.......
"I'm doing this because I want to hear you say it."
Enril's lips quivered, and then she tilted her head.
Smack.
A kiss.
She threw herself against Jiha, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his.
Tongues and lips mingling, soft and slick.
Enril sucked at Jiha's lips again and again, pulling him into a tighter embrace.
The sensation of water-soaked breasts pressing and rubbing against the man's chest.
Jiha naturally reached out, grabbed Enril's buttocks with both hands, and kneaded.
"Nnh. Haaah......."
When Jiha took hold of each cheek and deliberately spread them apart, her private place widened with a wet sound.
Thump.
When Jiha released his grip, her buttocks returned to their original place with a soft collision.
The sound of plush flesh swaying obscenely.
Then Jiha seized Enril's buttocks again, one in each hand, and spread them wide once more.
Her private place, indecently exposed.
Jiha couldn't see it directly, but Enril squeezed her eyes shut, freshly mortified.
And yet, understanding what Jiha wanted.......
She slid her hand downward.
Splish, splish.
Between the sounds of a man and woman sucking at each other's lips, water splashed up.
The dark elf's hand found Jiha's cock and gripped it.
Not that there was any work to do—the thing was already fully erect and raging.
While kneading the breasts and ass of Enril in his arms, tormenting her with words and savoring her flustered reactions, Jiha had gotten worked up too.
And the way Enril dodged the question by kissing him instead of answering—that was cute, endearing even.
"Nnh. Haaaah."
Enril held Jiha's shaft. Jiha held Enril's buttocks with both hands and spread them.
A man and woman each gripping the other's most secret places.
Enril pulled her lips from Jiha's, looked into his eyes, and slowly lowered her hips.
Schlick.
Her cunt, soaked with water and honey, swallowed the fully erect cock in one greedy gulp.
Ravenously.