#034 This is Inevitable
"Then shall we sort out these kids. No particular reason to keep them alive, is there?"
Aria, nestled in my arms, gave a small nod.
Not a trace of anger or pity flickered in her eyes. Only cold, calculating reason remained.
But those who overheard our conversation squeezed out desperate voices, begging for mercy.
"P-please, spare our lives, my lord!"
"We'll serve you as our master and follow you loyally! Just give us a chance...!"
Their raw desperation flowed straight into me—the fierce will to survive.
Yet the moment I claimed Aria, their fate had already been sealed.
—Aslan! How are you going to kill them? Hmm? Tell me, tell me!
'What would you suggest?'
—Shove a stake this thick up their—
'Yeah, that's enough.'
I really couldn't listen to another word from this demon.
Before Beres could continue, I swiftly moved my hands and feet. Backing away from the carnage, I traced mana-infused characters into the air with relentless precision.
The spell activated.
Blade Wind—Tornado.
Fierce gales howled as a massive whirlwind formed behind the carriage. I'd adjusted its scale, so the pulling force wasn't at maximum, but it was more than enough to drag away the collapsed, powerless bodies.
The enemies watched in despair as the carriage and horses were sucked in first—only to be shredded into a mist of blood and gore that scattered across the ground.
"S-save us!"
"I don't want to die like this!"
They clawed desperately at the dirt, but their resistance was futile.
While the magic raged, I calmly walked over, retrieved the three corpses I'd left hidden in the forest, and hurled them into the vortex. By the time I threw in the last body, only one man remained.
He had decent skill, stubbornly holding his ground. But even he reached his limit and began sliding forward.
"A-Aria! Please, spare me...!"
He begged the black-haired woman clinging to my side like a desperate plea to a goddess.
Her reply was ice-cold.
"It's always important to know when to quit, Crack. Try not to forget it in your next life."
"N-no! Uwaaaagh! I can't die like th— AAAAAAGH!"
With that, the pursuit squad sent to capture Aria was annihilated.
Right on cue, my mana ran dry. The character magic slowly faded, vanishing completely along with the wind as if it had never existed.
I surveyed the area. The ground was drenched crimson in every direction.
With a light stomp, I cast another spell.
'Overturn.'
The blood-soaked earth flipped over. The dark soil buried below rose to the surface while the stained topsoil sank beneath it.
A final touch with character magic would finish the job.
Rain.
Dark clouds gathered overhead—strangely concentrating only above this patch of forest. They swelled and merged before unleashing torrents of water onto the ground.
"Doing it this openly will make them send men from the gate."
"It's fine. The way things are running lately is a complete mess. The watchdogs aren't doing their jobs."
"So that's what you meant by..."
"Exactly. I've done this more than once or twice."
Aria looked surprised. Had she taken me for a talented but naïve rookie?
Either way, we needed to leave quickly. Even if this path saw less traffic, a main road was still a main road.
We fled the scene and made our way to a small riverbank south of the capital.
Blue waves rippled gently over the beautifully pebbled shore, flowing lazily downstream. The sun had climbed directly overhead, making the fields and water sparkle like scattered jewels.
We moved farther downstream to a more secluded spot. At this hour, children and elders would be lining the banks with fishing rods.
Beneath the thick canopy where sunlight barely reached, I led Aria over, sat down, and pulled her onto my lap.
"Do you know what I'm about to do?"
"...I'd have to be a fool not to."
She pressed her crotch firmly against my hardening length, planted her bare feet on the pebbles, and gazed down at me quietly.
Those beautiful ruby-red eyes stared straight into mine. There was no wavering, no emotion—just an endless depth that made me feel as though I were glimpsing the fleeting nature of the vast wilderness itself.
It was the kind of look you saw in people whose souls had aged along with their years.
Yet when a breeze stirred her black hair, sending it dancing, a spark of life returned to her eyes—accompanied by a faint hint of annoyance, or perhaps ticklishness.
Perhaps, in many ways, she's the woman who suits me best.
—Why?
'Similar age, quiet personality, and we both work in magic.'
—Hmmm~ By that logic, I'd suit you pretty well too, wouldn't I, Aslan?
'How so?'
—Compared to other humans, the age gap is small, plus my body is young and cute. And above all, we share the same demonic ideology...! It hits all the right spots♥ Absolutely perfect!
'Not sure if that's a compliment or an insult...'
—It's obviously a compliment! Our compatibility is spot on, you know? When we have time, how about getting nice and sweaty in bed together? I'll be the one on top doing the—
I ignored Beres's nonsense and looked back up at the woman.
She was delicately tracing my eyebrows with careful fingers.
Hoo. There is one problem, though.
Beres wasn't entirely wrong. My personality was far from normal by ordinary standards.
Without parents, I'd spent my life scrambling through back alleys just to survive. I never had the chance to learn proper humanity.
The only reason I'd managed to retain any semblance of it was meeting my master on the battlefield.
Even that had lost much of its meaning after the war.
Whenever I had time, I'd cast out a cheap fishing rod and lose myself in thought. The commoners who looked up to me and relied on my teachings. The rotten class system and the nobles' abuse of power.
That was probably why I'd been able to retain some shred of humanity.
"You seem deep in thought, Master."
"Being called Master feels strangely embarrassing."
"Would you prefer a different title?"
I shook my head. What man wouldn't want to hear "Master" from a capable beauty like her?
When I lifted my gaze, she leaned in smoothly—as if her years hadn't been wasted—and pressed her lips to mine.
Our lips met again and again. Our tongues tangled and danced dozens of times.
"Not your first kiss, I see."
"Kissing isn't. Pellermil's son tried it often enough."
"Which means...?"
"I have no experience below the waist yet."
She rose slightly, directing her gaze downward. My raging erection strained against my clothes, threatening to burst free.
"Want to suck it?"
"Yes."
She lay flat on the ground and gently tugged my pants down. The moment my massive cock sprang out, her eyes widened behind her glasses before narrowing again.
"This is... truly remarkable. How can a human body possess a troll's cock...?"
Her genuine, serious admiration left me feeling strangely satisfied. How was I even supposed to respond to that?
She reached out carefully, grasping my length and turning it this way and that. My enormous shaft seemed to have ignited her scholarly curiosity.
"Um... are you going to suck it or not?"
"Ah, forgive me, Master."
Aria swept her fallen hair back behind her ear, opened her mouth wide, and took the glans between her lips.
Inside the warm wetness of her mouth, her lewd tongue immediately went to work, swirling around the head.
It felt incredible. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation—until Beres's sudden shout cut through.
—Aslan!
'What?'
—This girl... she's a quarter.
'What...?'
—She's got demon blood in her!
I bolted upright in shock.
The woman tilted her head, looking up at me in confusion. But when I asked the question, her own eyes flew wide open.
"Aria, you're a witch?"
"...Yes, Master."
Not yet.
I need to wait for the right opportunity.
She thought while gently stroking Kael's eyebrows.
If they engaged in passionate sex, surely an opening would present itself. She knew a woman's body was vulnerable right after losing her virginity, but that was also when a man became most defenseless.
At the peak of satisfaction from claiming a woman's first time, when lust clouded his judgment... that would be her chance to escape.
...I'm sorry.
Aria gazed quietly into the man's eyes, recalling the sincere confessions he'd made earlier. She could feel with her entire being how much he desired her.
But she couldn't stay with him. That would be repaying kindness with betrayal.
He simply didn't have the power to withstand Duke Pellermil. Staying together would only bring harm to them both.
This is... unavoidable.
Black hair just like hers. A face far too young and adorable for someone with such immense magical talent.
Kissing him had made affection bloom inside her far too quickly.
If only the circumstances were different, I truly would have wanted to stay with him.
Especially after seeing that enormous cock. Though she had no personal experience, she'd lived long enough and spoken with enough noble wives to know that the thicker and longer the tool, the greater the pleasure.
Aria lowered herself, taking his length into her mouth as instructed and sucking with wet, obscene sounds.
To fit something this large inside me...
What would it feel like?
Fragments of excited conversations between noble wives suddenly resurfaced in her mind.
『I acquired the most well-endowed slave recently. It was so thick I literally couldn't close my mouth from the moment he entered until he pulled out. Hohoho.』
『Oh my goodness... Where did you find him? The underground auction? I should look for a bigger one myself. The one I have now feels rather lacking.』
『A decent one is supposed to appear this Friday night. You should go check it out~』
For a moment, regret washed over her at the thought of leaving behind something so magnificent.
She had performed countless experiments and potions on slaves at those wives' requests. She knew exactly how long and thick those "impressive" ones were.
And she was certain none of them could compare to the cock before her now.
Aria, get a hold of yourself. You've always regretted missing the right moment to stop.
She recalled the men who'd died earlier to steel her resolve. No matter how delicious the meal, it meant nothing if you died.
With the mindset to at least enjoy this moment, she gently caressed the massive glans with her tongue. But the man who had been savoring it suddenly sat bolt upright.
He stared at her with wide eyes before slowly speaking.
"Aria, you're a witch?"
"...Yes, Master. But how did you—?"
A witch referred to a woman with more than a quarter of demon blood. A half-demon might be noticeable, but she was only a quarter. No one but a priest could detect it—and even then, only through physical contact.
So how?
The man pondered briefly, then scratched his cheek.
"I'm currently contracted with a demon. That demon told me you're a witch."
The moment she heard those words, a strange peace settled over her heart. She didn't understand why.
After careful thought, she arrived at one plausible explanation.
After my house was destroyed, I've lived believing I was completely alone. Enemies surrounded me on all sides. Perhaps... I felt a sense of kinship with him over our shared black hair and connection to the demon race.
It was a cool, professor-like deduction. But while it made logical sense, it did nothing to calm the storm now raging inside her chest.
The peace vanished. A fierce gale tore through her heart.
She tried desperately to gather her emotions—but his next words completely shattered her defenses.
"You can't tell anyone else that I'm contracted with a demon, alright? I won't tell anyone you're a witch either. This is... yeah. A secret just between the two of us. You understand what I mean, right?"
A secret just between the two of us.
Not with anyone else—only him and her...
Her chest burned with sudden heat as one clear thought crystallized in her mind.
Both he and I are beings who would be killed if discovered by the world... We must protect each other. We must embrace each other. This meeting... is inevitable.
Aria shot to her feet, then leaped onto Kael.
Her black hair fanned out dramatically before settling as her crimson lips crashed against his.
Using her tongue and lips with aggressive hunger, she licked at the edges of his mouth and declared,
"I offer you everything I am, Master...♥"
"W-wait... calm down, Aria Plainble!"
But she didn't seem to hear him. She attacked with such fervor it seemed she might devour his very soul through his mouth.
Even so, she was no match for his strength. When he gripped both her shoulders, she sensually licked her swollen lips and caught her breath.
Then she lunged again, crying out,
"This is inevitable. Do not refuse it—accept me♥"
"W-wait...! You're way too excited right n— Mmph!"
The two of them melted into a deep, devouring kiss, exploring each other's mouths with ravenous intensity.
It looked less like a kiss and more like a predator tearing into the flesh of its prey.