11.9 I Do It. 3P - Conclusion -
By the time Ian came back to his senses, his throat was parched. His whole body was slick with sweat, sticky in places. His roughly grown hair, which he'd just tied back haphazardly, was soaked through and plastered to his neck and face.
...I'm pretty sure I had it tied up.
It must've come loose amid all the intense thrusting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.
"Huuuuh...."
"Nngh... hng... hik? H-heuk...."
Beneath him lay what looked like a brood sow, swollen and marked with bite marks all over... No, it was Bella, trembling in a dead faint. Her lower half was hoisted up, and thick semen oozed from her inflamed pussy. Her ass bore a neat little bite mark where he'd chomped down hard. Her breasts, spilling out from being face-down; her back, her arms, her thighs—all sported similar imprints.
Of course, those weren't his teeth marks....
"Darling, here's some water for you."
"Ah, thanks."
"Let me wipe your sweat too. Your hair's come undone—want me to tie it back?"
"Yeah, please."
"Sure. Hang on, I'll just give Bella some water first."
That would be Cheong-ah's handiwork, delivering the water. She'd started off reluctantly, prodded by his not-quite-coercion, but as Bella's reactions grew more intense, she'd gotten into it, tormenting her with real gusto.
"Bella? Wake up, Bella. I brought water. Drink some."
"Muu.... Water...? U-ugh.... Where...?"
Bella barely stirred at the word "water," her hand flailing weakly at empty air.
"Too tired? Want me to feed you?"
"Ugh.... Yeah, th-thanks.... You bitch. Are you messing with me?"
Cheong-ah was about to dump the cup of water onto the back of Bella's hand at her request to be fed. Even in her dazed, prone state, Bella recoiled in horror and glared daggers.
Cheong-ah tilted her head innocently at the reaction.
"Why? You love this stuff, don't you? Darling said you get more excited the more humiliation and pain you feel."
"Fuck.... That's only during sex with Ian. That playtime's over, you crazy bitch. Cut it out. And that slap earlier? Don't even start."
"Really? Too bad. You seemed to be having so much fun."
"Ha, you fucking psycho. I'm never doing this with you again."
"Got it, sorry. Here, let me feed you properly then. Lie back right."
"......Yeah."
At Cheong-ah's apology, Bella rolled limply toward the edge of the bed, right up to Cheong-ah. She picked up some of the pooled juices and cum in the process, but thirst came first—or maybe her laid-back nature just didn't care.
"Puhhh.... Refreshing. It's not even that cold, but damn, it hits different when you're wiped out."
"Right? Water tastes so sweet and delicious after sex with Darling."
"Ha.... But I can't go any more. My pussy's fucking killing me."
Bella grumbled, and Cheong-ah frowned slightly.
"You sure talk filthy even outside of sex."
"What's wrong with it? Pussy's a pussy. And what's 'relations'? Sex. Say it—sex."
"No way, gross. Anyway, get up and drink the rest yourself. I need to tie Darling's hair."
Bella jerked her chin toward the corner.
"Yeah, okay. Oh, the hair tie's in the corner—I tossed it there. Didn't want it getting splattered with that bastard's cum."
"You had the presence of mind for that in the middle of it all? Impressive. But seriously, what's with calling Darling 'that guy' and shit? You were all 'husband, husband' and clinging to him earlier."
"......Shut up, you shitty bitch. You're dragging up stuff I was just starting to forget."
Ian slipped into the conversation then, smirking slyly.
"What, so you won't call me that anymore? I liked it."
"Tch.... Says who? Just 'cause you like it, I gotta do it?"
"You really won't?"
"Argh! No, I fucking won't! You dog bastard!"
"Aw, that's cold. I loved it every time you called me husband."
"No helping it, Darling. She doesn't mind filthy talk, but calling you by a sweet name embarrasses her. And honestly? It's kinda cute."
"Yeah, I guess. The way she stammers all tsundere-like is adorable."
"You bitches! Cut it out!"
"Hehe.... Okay, okay. No more teasing."
Bella finally snapped from the embarrassment, yelling shrilly. Cheong-ah chuckled, picked up the hair tie from where Bella had pointed, and moved behind Ian.
"Time to tie your hair, Darling."
"Ah, yeah. Thanks—must be a hassle every time."
"No biggie. I like doing it."
Bella, gulping down the rest of her water, asked,
"Hey, why do you always let Cheong-ah tie your hair?"
"Ah, well...."
"He can't tie his own properly. But he ties mine great."
"Huh. You handle crossbows and stuff fine—decent handiwork usually. Weird."
"Right? I think it's kinda mysterious too."
As Cheong-ah tied his hair, she recalled how he'd looked when they first met. His hair hadn't been this long back then....
Looking at him now, Darling's changed so much.
Skinny as a rail back then, bones barely visible under taut skin. He'd seemed tall and sturdy-framed, so his clothes hid it well—but strip him, and the emaciation was stark. Now, muscles bulged everywhere, his body sculpted like a knight's wet dream. Cheong-ah deserved most of the credit.
Forcing three square meals into the starving wretch daily. Training his stamina from crawl to run. When he collapsed on the brink of death, dragging him up for strength work. Who else's merit could it be?
She'd even wondered how the hell he'd survived three years as an adventurer in that state. Then she realized he was sharper than he let on—spotting herbs, dodging dangers with eerie precision. Even now, with her sight restored, he sniffed out monster traps she could barely distinguish. That talent was....
If only he hadn't been born without mana affinity....
He could've been a famous adventurer. Well, he was making a name now... albeit in a rather infamous way.
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"All done, Darling."
"Thanks."
Ian thanked Cheong-ah and felt his stomach rumble emptily, demanding to be filled. He hadn't noticed during the frenzy, but now it hit hard.
Grrrowl—grrrrowl.
"Man.... Getting hungry."
"Figures. Skipped lunch and just pounded away till now. Only a freak wouldn't be starving."
"How'd you know that?"
"Know what?"
"That we've been fucking nonstop since lunch. How?"
"Uh, wh-what? Uh.... No idea?"
Suspicious. Why's she suddenly stammering?
"Bella. You didn't...."
"What? Spit it out."
"...install some listening magic tool in our room on the sly?"
Bella's face twisted in outrage. "What the fuck? You psycho! Think I'm you? Buy that perv shit? Who you calling a pervert?!"
"If the shoe fits.... Why snap then? Making me look bad."
Tch. Guess not.
"Anyway, starving. What time is it?"
Glancing at the wall clock: about 11:30. Inn probably took guests till 8, tavern downstairs till midnight?
"Still open, probably."
"D-Darling. You're not going down like that, right?"
"Huh? Ah, just throw on some clothes and...."
"Oh, come on. A husband's looks reflect on his wife—me. You reek of sweat and god-knows-what. No way. Wash up with Bella. Now."
"We'll be late though...."
Cheong-ah waved it off. "It's fine—I'll go order ahead. I already washed up."
...Already? No wonder she vanished toward the end.
Ian nodded, smacked Bella's ass. "Got it. Hey, Bella—bath time."
"Hey, fuck...! Hurts, you maniac! You beat my ass raw and hit it again?!"
"Oops, sorry."
Bella glared sullenly, then spread her arms. "Tch.... Can't get up anyway. Carry me."
"Right."
He scooped her up princess-style and headed to the bathroom.
...Come to think of it, she is a real princess.
"Bella."
"What."
"You're an actual princess."
"Why bring that up?"
"Just... so it fits, right?"
Urging her, Bella nodded glumly. "Yeah. Exiled or not, a princess is a princess."
"How's the princess carry feel, Princess?"
Her face froze icy. Pure "you poked my wound for this?" vibes.
"Sorry."
"......Dumbass."
They showered quickly amid the chill, then emerged.
"Panties."
"Here."
"Pants."
"Yeah, leg here."
"T-shirt."
"N-no bra?"
"Just scarfing food and crashing—what for? Bras are stuffy anyway."
"Fine."
Dressed Bella, threw on his own clothes, headed downstairs. Lively despite closing time. Spotting Cheong-ah.... There, waving from their usual dim corner booth.
"Darling, Bella. Here."
"Bella, c'mon."
Supporting her shaky steps, they approached—
"F-Finally up, huhhh.... Yeonjaaa."
—and beside Cheong-ah, a tiny girl sprawled face-down on the table, head lolling. Dina, cheeks hollowed, utterly drained.
"D-Dina...?"
"What's with the brat?"
"I lack the strength to rise from hunger.... Mind thy tongue, beast wench."
"The hell."
What's her deal? Eyeing Cheong-ah, she smiled awkwardly. "Heard she waited since 6 for us. Wanted dinner together."
...Since 6?
"Dina. If we were late, you should've ordered and eaten."
"How could I? Eating alone while Yeonja descends would shame me...."
"Still, that's too long."
"Nor did I foresee such wait...."
"......Sorry."
"Tis fine. This much is uuugh.... Naught.... So.... hungry...."
Her voice trailed off, eyes drifting shut.
"Ahh! Dina, wake up!"
By the time food arrived....
"......Damn, she inhales it."
"Silence, beast girl."
Dina devoured like a storm, perking right up.