Vendetta - 1
Morvanel's body was smaller now, making her look like a tall, slender woman compared to a man, but she still felt alien. She appeared as a haughty, cold, and sexy lady, yet she radiated an aura that warned against any casual treatment. So this was what an empress was like? The six legs sprouting from her back looked like alien tentacles, threatening enough to skewer a person with ease. As expected, SSS-rank beings all possessed something that defied common sense.
"Anyway, darling, weren't you underestimating the underworld too much? Look at this—poison smeared on the dagger. If someone as delicate as you got stabbed with it, you'd be done for in an instant."
Morvanel grabbed the dagger floating in midair and licked it like a child savoring candy. On closer inspection, she had caught the thrown dagger with some kind of wire and fixed it in place. Since she was a spider, was that spider silk? Was her ability to handle spider silk like wire? Moreover, she looked completely fine even after licking the poisoned blade. She must have poison resistance as well.
"Th-that's impossible. That's a deadly poison that can kill an ogre in one hit!"
"Hey, dark elf. Are you comparing me to such an ugly and hideous monster right now?"
When Morvanel snapped her fingers, hairy spiders came crawling from somewhere and clung to Kathleen's body all over. They looked similar to tarantulas that people often kept as pets, but the thought of them crawling all over one's body was utterly horrifying. Torture using insects was common enough, but it wasn't a pleasant sight to behold. I'd seen heads explode, bodies torn to rags by cannon fire, and all sorts of cruelties, yet I couldn't help but frown. No wonder people had arachnophobia.
"S-stop it! Get these damn spiders off me!"
"Oh my, I'm so glad you like our cute little ones this much."
Morvanel stood before Kathleen with a wicked smile, thoroughly mocking her. Whether the spiders had injected venom or not, Kathleen couldn't even scream—she just broke out in a cold sweat, unable to speak. The once-confident assassin had become a pitiful prey caught in a spider's web.
"Anyway, since she threw something like this at my darling, she needs to be punished. What would be good? Should I let our little ones eat her, or should I have her lay eggs under that pretty skin?"
"Ugh……"
"How about stripping her completely naked first and then throwing her to the spiders?"
"Good idea, darling."
Stripping someone naked was a traditional technique often used during the dictatorship era. It was excellent for breaking down resistance through sexual humiliation. It was easier to understand if you thought of it as a form of disarmament. The legs on Morvanel's back sliced through Kathleen's clothes and the spider silk like sharp blades. Although the webs binding Kathleen's body were cut, she couldn't move due to the poison and collapsed to the floor. She looked too weak to even speak. She might have tried to scream for help, but she lacked the strength. Perhaps she was resisting the poison with sheer willpower, or maybe Morvanel had only injected enough to keep her conscious.
Handling wire-like spider silk and deadly poison—Morvanel's powers were perfectly optimized for assassination and murder.
"Please… get these spiders off me……"
"You didn't really expect to die peacefully after pointing a knife at someone else's throat, did you? What a shame. If you'd just washed up nicely and spread your legs, this could have ended pleasantly. But you had to go and ruin everything."
"Ruin it? How dare you say that after extorting money from our gang and humiliating us?"
"Still, I called the girls, spent money, and even sold you expensive liquor. I even cut off that mage's head. I did everything, you fucking bastards!"
"Calm down, darling. In this underworld, face is everything. Honestly, even I was surprised. A perfectly normal mercenary extorting a gang? That really does damage one's reputation."
These guys were the ones shaking down powerless merchants, so what did it matter? I was a bad guy too, but what was the big deal about taking some money from thugs? In open-world games, raiding bandit hideouts when bored was fun and profitable. I tried it here too, but reality was different from games—I'd been too naive. They could have killed me at the bar, but they probably planned to take me out quietly at the hotel instead. That was just my guess, of course.
Stupid Kathleen. If it were me, I'd have attempted the assassination during or right after sex. She didn't even know how to assassinate properly! Female spies trained by the KGB supposedly mastered seduction and sex techniques, but compared to them, these gangsters were hopelessly amateurish. Anyway, if you got hit, you had to hit back—that was only natural.
"What a magnificent body. It'd be a shame to kill her."
"Hmm, she's not as good as my figure though. So this is your taste, darling?"
"Kugh… just kill me already……"
"Killing you outright would be boring, wouldn't it? How about sending you straight to a Silvareich Empire camp? The elf friends there would throw you in a gas chamber or run all sorts of fun experiments on you."
"What? The Empire? You, don't tell me—"
"Relax, I'm not an Empire informant, but I did work with some of their guards. I also threw your fellow dark elves into camps and played dice games using their necks as stakes."
"You demon wearing human skin—go to hell."
"Ooh, that look of contempt is perfect. It's really turning me on! And telling someone who's already lived in hell to go to hell doesn't mean much. You can't even scratch properly—maybe you weren't taught well."
Despite appearances, I came from that hellish place called the Hellfire Peninsula, also known as Hell Joseon. A land with no dreams or hope, where the living world itself was hell. And now they were telling me to go to hell even after dying! It was like telling a starving African child who already starved to death in this life to starve again in the afterlife. Damn, that was hot. That beautiful woman was looking at me like I was an insect. My cock was getting rock hard. That copper-toned, healthy, sexy skin would look perfect covered in a man's milky white semen.
I dropped my pants and aimed my cock at Kathleen's face.
"Oh my, darling, why are you suddenly doing that…"
"Because it's turning me on."
It had been a long time since I'd masturbated. After coming to this world, I'd been having sex with Tirga and Lati, so there was no need. This felt fresh. Ah, the sensation was coming! As I rubbed and kept rubbing, pleasure built up and all my energy gathered in my dick. How nice would life be if just rubbing it like this made everything feel good!
I came all over the face of the dark elf girl lying powerlessly naked on the floor. The technical term was bukkake, I think?
"To think you were hiding such a magnificent thing. My darling gets more charming the more I look at you."
"W-wait, Morvanel. If you suck it like that—"
The kind spider lady knelt down and cleaned my cock thoroughly with her mouth. Tirga's fellatio was still about 2% lacking, but our spider girl knew exactly how to make a man feel good. Thanks to her, my cock stayed hard and eager for more stimulation.
"I worked so hard to fuck that girl, so killing her now would be a waste."
"Hold on, darling. We need to verify these assassin types first—they might have done something strange to their bodies."
"Verify?"
"You never know. There could be toxins in her pussy or womb. In the underworld, some people play those kinds of tricks."
When Morvanel snapped her fingers, spider silk grabbed Kathleen's legs and spread them apart. Her folds opened, creating a very vulgar scene. Even a gynecologist's exam wouldn't spread the legs like this. Then tiny spiders summoned from somewhere crawled into Kathleen's vagina. Whoa, even watching this was intense.
"Don't… mmph!"
"Shh. If you scream, my cute friends will go into your mouth too."
A spider the size of a human face with fluffy fur clung to Kathleen's face. The pitiful dark elf woman couldn't do anything. She just thrashed in pain and shed tears. This sight was pretty arousing too. As expected of an SSS-rank—she wasn't just strong, she had torture skills like this. Her performance was top-notch.
A moment later, the spider crawled out of her vagina, but Morvanel apparently wasn't satisfied. She inserted her index and middle fingers into Kathleen's pussy and stirred vigorously inside. After pulling her fingers out, she concluded that Kathleen's vagina was safe.
"Still, it doesn't look like they did anything inside. It's safe to fuck her as much as you want."
"Nah, I'll pass. More importantly, there's something we need to do first."
"What is it?"
"Vendetta. Wiping the Nero Colpo gang off this city. Can you do it, Morvanel?"
"Of course, darling. That's my specialty."
Vendetta meant bloody revenge. In simple terms, it was a declaration of war to exterminate every single member of the Nero Colpo gang. If you messed with a mad dog, you had to be prepared to get bitten to death.
"What about that dark elf?"
"Feed her to the spider friends. She killed the mood. And once we clean out the gang, we can use that money to sleep with even more expensive and beautiful girls."
"Hehe, got it, darling."
"Wh-what are you doing? Stop!"
"I'll at least let you scream. Though not for long."
Spiders of various sizes burst out from somewhere and swarmed Kathleen's body. They weren't ordinary spiders—they had to be monsters from this world. When I opened the hotel door and stepped out, two gang members in suits were standing there. They seemed to have sensed something was wrong, but they died with their hearts pierced by Morvanel's long legs. It was as natural and fast as breathing. The six legs on her back were definitely not for show.
"My loyal subordinates sleeping in the abyss, Morvanel calls you—heed my command and descend here."
At that moment, with dark smoke, numerous monsters that were hard to distinguish as insects or spiders appeared in the hotel hallway. Maybe they should be called a different race rather than monsters? Some had human-like upper bodies.
"Did you call, Boss?"
"Consigliere. The one I love was nearly killed by the Nero Colpo gang. And he wants a vendetta. Do you understand?"
"Of course, Boss."
"Command your members to clean them out thoroughly, without missing a single one. The lower-ranking friends will provide information on them."
The moment the boss finished speaking, the monsters disappeared. A summoner who commanded other summoners—her value was enormous. The more I saw, the more I liked Morvanel.
"My darling just needs to wait leisurely with me."
"No, if possible, I want to deal with Ulk myself. Will you come with me?"
"Of course. I'll give orders to my subordinates. Don't touch the boss."
Just wait, you orc bastard.