#276 The Secret of the Costume, and the Point of Connection
Spurt-! Spurt-! Spurt-!
"Last shot!"
"....."
The semen spurting from the tip of my cock flew through the air and splattered across Dark Lady's body. Her face, her breasts—they were absolutely coated in my cum. Once the final ejaculation was done, I stood up from my spot and gazed down at Dark Lady lying on the bed.
Her mind completely blanked out, she stared vacantly at the ceiling. Legs splayed wide open, her pussy leaking a milky mix of fluids, breasts marred with handprints and kiss marks, nipples swollen red from all the sucking and biting.
Until morning light broke, I'd ravaged her all night long. Whenever she passed out from the relentless waves of pleasure, I'd splash water on her or jam my fingers up her ass to wake her. Then I'd pump another load inside her.
An hour ago, she didn't have the stamina left to endure anymore—no matter what I did to her body, she wouldn't wake. So I hugged her limp form tight and shook my hips furiously for a full hour. I'd said I'd fuck her all night, after all. A man doesn't go back on his word.
I wasn't the type to say one thing and do another.
"This one's got no need to submit to me, huh?"
Basically, I want all the women I fuck to become mine. That's why, mid-sex, I relentlessly torment them into submission. But looking at Dark Lady, I felt like maybe one could reject me to the end and it'd be fine.
A woman who glares at me with eyes full of hatred, yet whose body craves my cock despite it all. Having one like that didn't sound half bad.
"Still, gotta make her mine in the end, right?"
Dark Lady was Shadow Killer's closest confidante, loaded with info on him. Now that I'd decided to kill Shadow Killer, I needed that intel.
"Speaking of, that bastard's been way too quiet."
Ever since I bisected him before, Shadow Killer hadn't shown his face once. I'd torn him in half, but his wounds healed right up. So I figured he'd pop back soon. But even after a good chunk of time passed, Shadow Killer hadn't made a single move. Not even when his secret underground base was under attack.
"Guys like him shouldn't stay this quiet."
A psycho like Shadow Killer being silent meant one thing: he was plotting something sinister. No way that lunatic would retire quietly—he was definitely scheming. This level of silence screamed something massive brewing.
"Anyway, thanks for the fun time."
I grabbed my clothes, got dressed, and headed out of the basement. What a blast.
*****
Maybe because he'd made a women's costume once before, Peter Elder pulled off a miracle and whipped up the new costume I'd ordered in just a week.
A gold off-shoulder dress that bared most of her thighs, accented with red. Exactly what I'd pictured.
"As expected of you, Peter. Top-notch."
"Praise is always welcome. Thank you."
I gave him a thumbs-up, and Peter Elder smiled with a nod.
This was for Elis. That's why the overall color scheme was gold. Sure, someone might wonder why give a powerless girl like Elis a costume, but precisely because she had no superpower, she deserved extra gear. Lately, she'd been showing real interest in Sanctuary Armor, which lets even normals use superpowers. Nothing wrong with a hobby, so I'd gift her this costume to go with the Sanctuary Armor.
She and Jina could hit the streets at night, capturing villains.
"How much leather's left?"
"Funny you ask. We'd barely made two outfits, and it's already gone. All those failed attempts in between..."
Peter Elder said sheepishly. I pulled a chunk of C.Gull.Zepes leather from my inventory, handed it over, and packed up the costume for Elis.
"Oh, Peter."
"Yes? Something else to make?"
"You catch on quick."
This time, for Jina. I handed over her measurements, and Peter Elder's face stiffened.
"...The sizes are different again."
"Girlfriend."
"...How many are you dating at once?"
"Trade secret."
"....."
Peter Elder eyed me with a look that could freeze water. Come on, old man! Jealousy's a loss!
"Oh, right. Got a question about this suit."
"What is it?"
"What monster's hide was used for this suit?"
"Pardon? Why ask that suddenly?"
"Just curious."
I'd worn this suit for ages without knowing its origins. Unless I scored some top-tier item, I'd wear it forever—time to learn its real effects. The system was weird: some items got full info, others zilch. No rhyme or reason.
An old creation, so Peter Elder pondered awhile before speaking.
"That suit... probably made from a fox-like monster's hide."
"...A fox?"
Fox-like monster? Suddenly uneasy.
"Yes. As I recall, it had nine tails. A gumiho, was it?"
"....."
My unease became reality. The suit I'd worn almost nonstop was made from gumiho hide. Gumiho—Raonjena's kin...
'Oh, fuck. God help me.'
Toss the suit?
'Wait. Why didn't Raonjena notice?'
Raonjena's nose was sharp. She could pinpoint me through Siren's scent. Yet she'd never mentioned my suit.
'Is it really gumiho hide?'
I asked Peter Elder.
"You sure?"
"Pardon?"
"This suit—really made from gumiho hide?"
"Yes. Now I remember clearly. Eight years ago, Nain specifically said it was gumiho hide. He'd hunted tons, had heaps of pelts—rambled on about it."
"...Nain? Who's that?"
"Oh..."
Peter Elder's face paled, like he'd spilled a forbidden secret. Seeing his shock sparked suspicion.
'No way?'
What if Peter Elder was in league with the monster hunters who slaughtered Raonjena's family? He probably didn't fight himself—been in Dark City over 50 years.
'Then he bought or got the hide from someone.'
"Peter. Tell me the truth. Who's Nain?"
"Well..."
He bit his lip, reluctant. Suspicion grew.
"Please, Peter. It's crucial."
"...Crucial? Why? You have no ties to them, Steel Armor."
"I do now."
"Now? What do you mean?"
"First, confirm this. Are you close to this Nain?"
"Why ask?"
"Sorry, just answer. It's vital. Close?"
He hesitated, then shook his head.
"...No. Just business. No friendship."
"Good. Here's the deal. I'll share my story. You share theirs."
"....."
Peter Elder stared, baffled. Ignoring his lack of consent, I spoke first.
"Remember, Peter? Our bet on taming monsters."
"Yes."
"My story starts there. The monster I tamed wasn't Siren. It was a gumiho."
"...Gumiho? You said gumiho?"
"Yeah. Eight years ago, a gumiho fled monster hunters into Dark City."
"....."
To the stunned Peter Elder, I told Raonjena's tale—without specifics. A gumiho hiding in human form among us, recently found and allied with me.
"...A gumiho's your ally? Possible?"
"Only 'cause it's me. You saw me tame Siren."
"True... Haha, Steel Armor, you're absurd."
"I'll take it as praise. Point is, she wants revenge on the hunters who killed her family."
"...My god."
Peter Elder was dumbfounded. Me too—this web of connections?
"Wait. You're helping her revenge? Outside the walls?"
"Yes. Promised her."
"No! You can't!"
"Huh?"
"They're dangerous! You could get hurt!"
"....."
'How much of a pushover does he think I am?'
Superpowered or monster, nothing matches me. Yet he warns of danger 'cause he doesn't grasp my power. Didn't hate him for it—pure concern from ignorance.
"Don't worry. No matter how strong, they can't beat me."
"You're strong, sure. But beating them? Impossible. Especially their turf! They're..."
"Peter."
"....."
I gripped his shoulder, silencing him. Staring down, I infused iron confidence.
"No one in this world is stronger than me. Hunters strong? A hundred, a thousand—even then, they can't win. Got it?"
A thousand might be tough. But I'd flee. Full speed, they couldn't catch me.
"And I'll go out for the gumiho. Fighting hunters is inevitable. Set in stone. So tell me everything. No holding back."
"....."
Feeling my resolve? Peter Elder, dazed, finally spoke.
"First, promise. If the fight turns sour, run without hesitation. Even if your gumiho ally's in peril."
"Won't happen, but if I'm in danger, I'll bolt. My life's precious."
Lips said yes, mind said no. Especially if Raonjena's at risk. But to convince him and get intel, I nodded.
"I trust you, Steel Armor."
"Now talk?"
"Yes. First, they're..."