#241 The Villain Drops His Guard
"I love you, Master..."
"Yeah?"
Flame Witch—no, Ignis—looked up at me with hazy eyes from my embrace. I tossed out a somewhat mischievous question.
"Then do you like me? Or do you like White Knight more?"
"You, Master."
"..."
Not mischievous at all. I hadn't expected an answer to pop out so fast, without even 0.1 seconds of hesitation.
"Oh, right. I've got something I've been wondering about you."
"What is it?"
"What's the deal between you and White Knight? I heard you two have been dating for a while, but you've never had sex? Is it some premarital purity thing?"
"Don't even mention it."
"Huh?"
"That bastard White Knight..."
Her face heated up just thinking about him, and Ignis furrowed her brows as she explained what had happened. Despite her passionate pursuit, he'd ignored her completely, only pretending to love her in front of others—treating her worse than a bug when they were alone.
I couldn't hide my bewilderment at her response.
This woman, and he treated her like a bug?
"That fucker eunuch or something?"
"Eunuch?"
"How could he treat you like a bug? Doesn't make any goddamn sense."
I stroked her cheek with a tender gaze.
"You're so beautiful..."
My hand slid lower, grabbing her voluptuous breast.
"So sexy..."
Lower still, caressing her soaked pussy, drenched in cum and her own juices.
"Such a hot woman."
"Ahh..."
Touched by my words, Ignis's eyes burned even hotter as she gazed up at me. Hope I don't get burned here.
"Ignis."
"Yes, Master."
"Master, huh..."
"What's wrong?"
Hmm. Master is Yuna's exclusive title for me. But it's not weird for a slave to call her owner Master, right? I'll let her keep it for now and change it later if something better comes up.
Anyway, I got to the point with Ignis. Taming and training her had all been buildup for this.
"There's something I want."
"What is it? Just say the word. I've got tons of money. Whatever you want, I can buy it for you."
"Gumiho."
"Gumiho? Is that a luxury brand? Never heard of it."
"Gumiho, Valencia Association President's secretary."
"...Pardon? Who? Master, I think I misheard. Could you say that again?"
Ignis thought she'd misheard, but she hadn't.
"Gumiho, Valencia's personal secretary. I want her."
"..."
Clearly shocked, Ignis stared blankly at me. Then... tears started welling up? Tears?
"Hey, why are you crying all of a sudden?"
"Sob... Am I... not enough for you?"
"..."
I stared blankly at Ignis, tears streaming down her face. Could a person change this much? Was this the same proud, unbreakable woman?
One funny thing, though—seeing her cry made my dick throb hard as fuck.
Goddamn, that's hot.
I climbed on top of her and shoved my cock in.
Squelch!
"Hahk! M-Master..."
"Why are you so fucking cute?"
"C-Cute...? Sob!"
"You're so cute it made me hard. So take responsibility."
"Yes! I'll take responsibility! I'm Master's cum dumpster!"
A blast of hot wind followed. I came inside her and continued the talk.
"Ignis, it's not that I hate you or you're boring. And I'm plenty satisfied."
"Then why...?"
"Can you handle all my lust?"
"Th-That's..."
Ignis trailed off, unable to answer. Obviously.
For the past six days, I'd fucked and trained her like the incarnation of lust itself—endlessly. My dick stayed rock-hard, ready to go again right after cumming. If I hadn't fed her water and food in between, letting her recover, she'd have died from exhaustion. And she's an S-rank hero, no less. Death by overfucking? Ultimate humiliation.
No matter how alluring Ignis was, one woman couldn't handle my sex drive alone. She'd need a raid team of at least five to take me on.
Bedroom raid boss. Fucking badass.
"One woman can't drain all my lust, so I keep a harem. Jealous? Wanna leave me?"
"No way! I'd rather die than leave you, Master!"
"Don't actually die. I never abandon my women."
"Haa..."
Ignis sighed in relief. Had she imagined me dumping her? Her face had gone pale for a split second.
"Anyway, I want Gumiho. You'll help, right?"
"..."
"What? Not gonna help?"
"W-Well..."
"Guess no choice then."
"Wh-What're you gonna do?"
"Endless sex till you say you'll help. No food this time. Live off my cum for nutrition."
"Master?"
"Yeah?"
"Of course I'll help. Just say the word. I'll do anything."
Ignis flipped her attitude fast! Nice. Perfect slave mindset.
"Thanks, Ignis. Time for your reward."
"Reward? What kind...?"
"Endless sex, duh. Get ready. I'll fuck you nonstop, no time for meals."
"M-Master? Wait! This feels off somehow!"
"Nothing off about it. Pussy right here!"
"W-Wait...! Haaah~!"
I'd planned a week to train Ignis. Day six today—one day left. Can't waste it. Gonna roll in bed with her till tomorrow.
*****
Long time since I visited Peter Elder's tailor shop. Old folks are supposed to have keen insight—did Peter foresee his fate?
Whatever. He's gonna work his ass off for me either way.
"Behold my entrance!"
"You're here."
"Huh?"
Peter, at the counter, approached me like he'd been waiting. What's up with him? Sun rising in the west?
Normally, he'd sigh at the sight of me. Today? Straight welcome, no sigh.
Is he dying?!
People do weird shit when death's near! Is Peter at death's door?! No! At least finish our kids' costumes first!
"I've got a question for y—"
"No!"
"—ou. Huh?"
"You can't die! I've got so many costume requests for you! Don't die yet! If you're dying, let me kill you—after the costumes!"
"...You drunk?"
Peter glared.
"Sober as fuck?"
"Then why the midday bullshit?"
"...Not dying?"
"Who the hell said dying?!"
"Phew... Good."
Damn, thought it was real.
"Why no sigh then?"
"What? You speaking English? Make sense."
"You always sigh at me. No sigh, straight welcome—thought deathbed vibes. Y'know, people do uncharacteristic shit before dying."
"..."
Peter stared, baffled. Yeah, baffling. So why no sigh?
"Whatever. Got a question."
"What?"
"The Siren monster in District 105—you connected? You mentioned monsters days before she showed. Coincidence?"
Siren out of nowhere? Why?
"Why bring her up?"
"Answer first."
"Too aggressive? Cops at least sit suspects. You got me standing?"
"...Sit."
Thud! Peter irritably dragged a chair over. Wasn't sitting anyway.
"Let's not do this here. Outside. Day off okay?"
"What?"
"Got something to show you. I'll cover sales. Come with."
"Where?"
"Peter."
I mimed tossing something.
"Like sea fishing?"
*****
Took Peter to District 143. Heroes still swarming 105 post-Siren, so two districts over.
"Ugh, stinks."
District 143 was rundown. Few people, ragged clothes. Trash everywhere, no cleaners.
"Why here?"
"Follow and see. Almost there."
Peter grumbled behind. Every ten minutes—shove candy in his mouth?
Real candy. The exam good-luck kind.
"..."
"..."
"So hot my mask might melt."
Locals glared. We were outsiders threatening their order. But no reaction—just watched. Knew I wasn't prey from my look.
We drew stares to the pier, paid the captain, rented a boat, headed out.
"Got nine lives? Sea's dangerous..."
"Quiet till boarding, now whining?"
"Who whined?! Monsters in sea too! Why this tiny boat?!"
"Chill. You'll see."
"Sigh... Answer properly, or..."
"Or what?"
"..."
Peter turned away, pissed at my pace.
Hiding his identity or not? So sloppy...
Despite insane powers, runs a tiny shop. Wants quiet life? Hide better. Tiny boat into monster-infested sea, barely grumbles post-launch. Normal person? Hell no. Proof he fears no sea monsters.
I knew his secret—that's why. Others? Just "weird old man."
"Yeah... here."
Pssshhh! Motor died noisily; boat stopped.
Siren! Your one true master is here! Show yourself!
Master!
Cool—telepathy via thoughts.
"Peter, remember our bet?"
"Bet? Monster taming possible or not?"
"Yep. I bet yes, you no. Loser grants winner's wish."
"Why bring up now? Quitting...? Huh?"
Peter shut up mid-sentence. Staring behind me, eyes wide, urgent.
"B-Behind! Behind!"
"Let me introduce, Peter."
"You crazy fuck! Run—"
"My monster, Siren."
"...What?"
Arms wide, casual.
Then—
Boom!
"Gaaahhh!"
"...Huh?"
Our boat got hit.
...Fuck?!