Erasing the Number
199 4. [ No. 13 ] [ No. 13 ]_(53) When I looked up at the woman who had torn open space above the rubble of the collapsed building and attacked us, had I ever imagined it would come to this? The rich shampoo scent rising from her still-damp red hair, those ruby eyes sending me a sticky gaze filled with anticipation and excitement—they held only me. Her sharply angled eyes could make me flinch when she openly frowned, but right now, thanks to her visibly delighted expression, they were nothing but a seductive charm point. More than anything, she had entrusted this body to me, telling me to do as I pleased.
"You're not going to take your clothes off?"
"..."
Clothes—right, I needed to take them off. Even as the thought crossed my mind, I couldn't tear my eyes away from those lips just below her gaze. Maybe it was because I'd helped her order cosmetics recently, but the memory of her lips, dry and cracked, pale and trembling while she was locked up for a week, stood out in stark contrast to how they looked now.
"...Looks like you don't even have time for that. Fine by me."
"!"
She pulled her hands away from her chest and cupped my cheeks, slowly drawing my face down. I didn't even think to resist. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed against hers—the very lips I'd been staring at so intently.
"Mm... chu..."
Before I could even respond to the soft touch of her lips, her tongue—slick with saliva—pushed into my mouth. Until that moment I'd been trying to keep my weight off her, but the moment our tongues tangled and those wet, obscene sounds began echoing inside our mouths, my strength gave out. I collapsed onto her voluptuous body, pressing against her without any gaps.
This was only the second time, yet her sticky, intense tongue work still scrambled my thoughts. Worries like whether I was too heavy or that I should hurry up and strip faded into nothing. None of it mattered anymore.
"Hah, chu... You wanted to kiss me that badly?"
"Haa... haa..."
"Pfft, you can't even answer? Come here again."
Our breaths grew hotter as they mingled. Sticky saliva stretched into glistening threads whenever our lips parted, only to snap. My manhood, swollen with blood, was trapped between our bodies and rubbed against her through my clothes, but she simply smiled leisurely and focused on thoroughly exploring my mouth.
"Chuu... chup... chu... hah..."
"Just... a little more..."
"...Don't be so impatient. My mouth isn't going anywhere. Could you at least get rid of that annoying thing first?"
"Ah...?"
When had that happened? Without me noticing, my belt was already undone and the yukata half-stripped away.
"How deep were you? You're finally coming back to your senses."
"...Ugh."
My face burned, but honestly, I didn't care. I pushed myself up from her warm embrace, tossed the already-loose yukata aside, and removed my last piece of underwear. Finally, we were in the same state.
Twitch, twitch... Already fully erect and leaking in anticipation, my manhood caught her curious gaze. She poked it lightly with her finger.
"...It's disgustingly shaped. First time I've seen it this close."
"...That almost sounds like you've seen it somewhere else before."
"Yeah. Are you jealous?"
Jealous...? Even if she had experience, there was no reason for me to feel jealous... Actually, it did bother me.
"In the underground prison, most inmates aren't allowed to wear clothes."
"Does that include you, Scarlet?"
She sometimes reacted shyly, but overall she never seemed particularly bothered about being naked in front of me. Was this the reason?
"No matter how important someone is, once you strip away everything they're wearing, they're all just the same body with parts they'd rather not show others. It's necessary to break their dignity and make them deeply aware they're prisoners."
"..."
Scarlet herself spoke calmly, but hearing the reality directly was suffocating. Noticing my darkening expression, she chuckled and patted my cheek before continuing.
"Anyway, back when I was fighting to the death in the training grounds, there were quite a few male inmates too. Some of them got so excited just looking at my young body that they stood at attention like this and tried to force themselves on me."
"Wait a second. Then...!"
She reached out, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me down. I fell forward, my chest meeting the soft press of her breasts while her thighs rubbed against me. My burning erection was pressed flush against her smooth lower belly, twitching against her skin. Then her chilling whisper reached my ear.
"And the fact that I'm still alive and well... what do you think that means?"
"..."
It was enough to make the hairs on my arms stand on end. Of course it meant... that while she had survived, they hadn't.
"If I'd been defiled by those low-class beasts first, I wouldn't have been called by that person either."
"...I suppose that's fortunate."
"Boring reaction... It is fortunate, though. At least my first man is you, right?"
"Ugh..."
She playfully bit my earlobe and pulled away, easily toying with my heart while keeping complete control. Even though she'd given me permission to do whatever I wanted... I was pathetic as a man.
"Still, it's a shame."
"...?"
"Even the kisses you like so much are all results of that person's tastes. My first kiss, first experience, first climax—everything... was taken by that person."
"..."
I knew she was deliberately saying these things to provoke me because I wasn't taking the lead. But... why did it make me so angry?
"Ah, you're really upset."
"...Of course I'm upset."
"Hehe, not satisfied with just being my first man? Then..."
She trailed off, released her arms from around my neck, and teasingly rubbed her thighs together while lifting her hips to stimulate me. Then she whispered into my ear again.
"I'll give you the chance to overwrite my memories... Will you make it so that the one who felt the best when I was held was you?"
The moment she finished speaking, I was the one who pressed my lips to hers first, pushing my tongue inside.
"Mm... ngh... your breath tickles... hah... chu... mmph..."
'Desperately moving your tongue like that... You're still so clumsy. It's really cute...'
Cute, huh...
"Hah... I'll definitely... definitely overwrite them for you."
"Chuu... chuup... tch, wait a sec..."
While I diligently explored her mouth from above, my hands finally began to move as well. Even though the yukata covered her down to the ankles and wasn't particularly form-fitting, her superior figure couldn't be hidden. I slid one hand beneath her hips—those hips she'd been swaying so openly to steal my gaze—and grabbed firmly. My other hand moved to embrace her shoulder, pulling her closer, when—
"Ow."
"Phaah! I said wait a second...!"
"...I'm sorry."
I must have gotten too carried away. After biting her tongue, I pulled back to see her looking up at me with a sulky expression. She'd told me to do as I pleased, yet...
"I get that you're desperate, but you're clinging too hastily."
"..."
"Well, I was the one who provoked you... but slow down a little, okay?"
"Yes..."
After being scolded once, my confidence dropped significantly. That said, my manhood—pressed against a pleasant female body after so long—only grew hotter and harder with time. Still, I couldn't ignore her request.
"For now... I'd like you to leave some traces of yourself on my body..."
"...!"
There was no reason to refuse such a request in the first place.
"Huu..."
After taking a deep breath, I lowered myself and began slowly licking down from her nape. Between the shampoo scent, the faint onsen fragrance, and her uniquely sweet feminine scent, all my senses were blissfully satisfied.
"Hng... mm... like that... no... a little harder..."
'Traces of affection... Ah, this feeling... It's been so long...'
Every time I licked, sucked, and occasionally bit along the side of her slender neck, leaving reddish kiss marks, her voice grew sweeter. I wanted to thoroughly coat her entire body with my saliva, marking every inch.
"Hngh... How is it? Did it leave a clear mark?"
"Chup... Yes."
"Hnn, then what are you doing? The breasts you've been staring at so much... are still completely clean."
Watching her ask again while happily trembling her shoulders to confirm the kiss marks were properly left, I made up my mind. Just as she wanted, I'd leave my traces so thoroughly it would be filthy.
"..."
But instead of immediately pressing my hungry mouth to her large breasts in excitement, I paused in between and gently licked around her beautifully defined collarbone before pulling away.
"...?"
"Come to think of it, I forgot something."
Before leaving my traces, there was still one thing that needed to be erased first.
"There's no reason to keep this mark anymore."
"That..."
Even if the stigma couldn't be helped, the prisoner number tattoo clearly etched on her chest could be easily removed.
"Ah... it tickles..."
I strongly willed the tattoo to disappear from her body and began licking over it with my tongue. As expected, Undine's ability responded to my wish, cleanly erasing not only the number 18 but also the mottled marks from previous removals and re-inkings, returning her skin to its original smooth state.
Once the number she had taken pride in was cleanly erased, she carefully traced the spot with her fingertips, her expression complicated. I called her name.
"...Scarlet."
"Yeah..."
"Do you feel regret?"
Hit right where it hurt, she flinched once. Then, as if there was no point hiding anything from me, she let out a laugh mixed with a hollow sigh and answered with an awkward smile on her lips.
"Honestly... I do feel a little regret. This number was a clear goal and guidepost for my life until now."
For her, who had longed to raise her number and receive more attention and affection, the number 18 that she'd fought so hard to obtain must have been like a medal.
"But it's fine now."
"Scarlet..."
"...Because I can fill this empty space with your traces instead. Right?"
She removed her lingering touch from where her number had been and looked at me with a face that seemed to have shaken everything off—a bright, refreshing smile I'd never seen before.
"..."
And that smile was brighter and more beautiful than any expression I'd ever seen on her. For a moment, I forgot I needed to answer.
"W-what... Suddenly looking at me with that serious face again..."
"...I will."
"Hm...?"
Until now, everything I'd done to save her had been of my own accord. But now, I finally felt certain.
"...I will take responsibility... and make you happy, Scarlet."