13 - Uterus Massage ON
"Don't use your body carelessly anymore. Your mouth, your tits, your pussy, your asshole—all of it belongs to me now."
At his utterly ridiculous audacity, Rienna ground her teeth, but then let out a deep sigh as if she wasn't even angry anymore. She didn't want to admit it, but seeing how thoroughly she'd been subjugated by some overwhelming force... she figured there was no escaping it for the time being. Even if she harbored thoughts of running away, she couldn't act on them. Even with the glaring vulnerabilities right in front of her eyes, her body wouldn't obey when she tried to exploit them and strike. Hell, even her emotions seemed manipulated—hostility would well up, only to wither away bit by bit. She judged it a powerful, advanced domination technique, one she had no counter for.
"Aaah, so take it out already."
With a smirk at her plea to remove his hand, Han Jin-seong pulled it out, then wiped the saliva on her pale breasts as if it were the most natural thing, before kneading them again.
Rienna furrowed her brow at his odd fixation on her chest, but soon parted her lips with a faint sigh.
"...Do you still have more questions?"
"Oh, right. Why'd you come to this city?"
Her question prompted him to ask something he'd just remembered. It was also an attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy mood. But Han Jin-seong had no idea he'd just leaped into a minefield.
"...To rescue my sister."
"... ."
The moment he heard that, Han Jin-seong instinctively sensed something off. Another landmine? No way. He opened his mouth cautiously.
"...Your sister?"
"A month ago, my sister was kidnapped by humans. I tracked her down and found out she was in this city."
"Aha, and? Did you save her?"
By now, he had a pretty good guess. A stunning elf who put most bitches to shame had been captured for a whole month. What she'd gone through... he could imagine without hearing the details.
Rienna fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a trembling voice.
"No. I killed her."
"...But you came to save her?"
Han Jin-seong narrowed his eyes. It made no sense. She'd come to rescue her, but killed her instead?
Her face drained of color, turning ashen as paper. She clutched one arm with shaking hands and barely continued.
Her voice quivered finely, cracking as if even recalling that moment was agony.
"...Death was kinder. Her limbs had been severed, all her teeth yanked out—she'd become a mindless wreck, reduced to a human cum dump. So..."
"Ah."
Rienna shuddered violently, tears welling in her eyes just from remembering her sister's pitiful state.
Suddenly, Han Jin-seong recalled a piece of intel he'd gathered while wandering around: an elf who'd bitten off her owner's cock, got her limbs chopped off, and was donated as an onahole to the slave market. Who would've thought that was Rienna's sister?
Fucking hell, those bastards.
Han Jin-seong sighed. Even he, who couldn't resist fucking any woman that caught his eye, knew when to read the room.
"Yeah."
Without another word, he lifted the hand that had been fondling her breasts and gently stroked her head.
Smooth—smooth—
Feeling his unexpected comfort, she blinked her teary eyes wider in surprise. He looked human, but was a monster. He acted human, yet somehow... it didn't repulse her like a human's touch would. The sensation of being held and stroked for the first time in her life... wasn't half bad, she thought.
It was surprising that a man who'd mercilessly raped her against her will could offer comfort like this. And it felt weird to sense such emotions from the guy who'd chosen to defile her filthy, disgusting hole. But as the pain of personally ending her sister's life eased just a little...
She spoke with evident relief.
"It's fine. I've already gotten revenge on the bastard who did that to her."
"Huh? Revenge?"
"I unleashed every torture I knew, made him die in the most agonizing, horrific way. Wanna hear? Hehe. First, I immobilized him, then used a razor-sharp dagger to peel the skin off that useless dick of his bit by bit..."
"No no no, skip that."
"...Oh."
She'd been getting excited to spill the details, but deflated at the sudden interruption. Meanwhile, he remembered the radio report about Gu Du-ak's assassination.
No way... Nah, that guy wasn't a eunuch, right?
Mimicry replicated everything perfectly. If Gu Du-ak had been dickless, he'd have noticed the second he mimicked him.
"No way his name starts with Gu, right?"
"...How'd you know? I think it was Gu Du-ak."
"That dude had a dick though...?"
"...?"
She frowned in confusion, but Han Jin-seong nodded.
"Rich kid like that probably donated to the church and got it fixed. And..."
When he'd mimicked Gu Du-ak, he hadn't dug up any such memories. Partly a flaw in the Mimicry skill, but also his own fault—he hadn't bothered probing deep. To him, Gu Du-ak was just trash who'd landed a high position thanks to daddy's connections, hitting on women everywhere. No need to dive into some gross guy's head. Too much hassle anyway. He'd only mimicked him to feed his cock to Yoo Jua.
He hadn't expected the prick's crimes to be buried that deep. Mimicry basically dumped the target's core info, recent actions, and current status into his head upon success. Deeper memories or old shit required him to actively probe with intent. Probably to avoid info overload—the sheer volume would be insane. He'd have to check properly later.
"So you could've just slipped out after that. Why stick around?"
At his question, Rienna answered with a sullen look.
"...I planned to, but for some reason, even though the assassination didn't get exposed, security ramped up tenfold and messed up my plans. I heard our gear storage got raided."
"Oof."
The guy who'd recently looted a workshop himself let out a short exclamation.
"Talk about bad luck. Shit happens. Life doesn't always go according to plan, right?"
"...?"
Han Jin-seong smoothly moved to the next question.
"Don't elves use ancient tech gear? Y'know, the wings that boost from your back or the lightsaber popping from your wrist."
"...If you're talking about Sylphid Wings and Lumina Edge, I turned those in."
"Why the hell would you turn those in? Shouldn't you have taken them?"
To boost survival odds, you grab every little thing. But she'd ditched her gear, tanking her combat power and ending up chased by morons like this.
When he pointed it out, Rienna spoke bitterly.
"Everyone opposed me coming here in the first place. But I wouldn't back down, so they said if you're going, leave everything behind. So I did."
"...?"
Wasn't that just a polite way of saying 'please don't go'? And she took it literally and dumped everything?
Damn.
Han Jin-seong marveled anew at how stubbornly literal this elf was, clicking his tongue.
"Alright, I've asked everything. Here's your name back."
"...Really?"
"Yeah, Rienna. Or should I call you Asshole Cleanup Slave No. 1?"
Her face flushed at the blatant remark. But after hearing it so much, she seemed somewhat accustomed, sighing as she muttered,
"...Rienna is fine."
"Rienna. Wanna play a fun game now?"
"...?"
Han Jin-seong started rubbing his rock-hard, throbbing cock against her beautifully slim waist.
Realizing what that hot, rigid thing was, Rienna's face burned red and stiffened.
"Y-You shameless bastard...!"
She jolted in horror, trying to rise, but his hand was faster. He pressed her back down and gently placed his palm on her lower belly, right over her womb.
"Haah...♥?!"
At first, it felt like sweet affection, but as his fingers slowly circled, softly pressing exactly where her womb sat, Rienna gasped sharply.
"How's it feel? Good, right?"
His voice, laced with amusement, tickled her ear.
Good...?
Rienna was speechless. Her body, already hypersensitive from the first anal sex, the womb violation through her ass, and the Erotic Tattoo Contract, reacted swiftly to even the gentlest touch. A faint heat bloomed deep in her lower belly, from her womb, spreading through her whole body. Each press made her womb twitch, sending tingles up her inner thighs.
"Haaah...♥"
A lewd moan slipped out unbidden. She clapped her hands over her mouth in panic. Too late. Her body was honest. As his fingers pressed deeper, her shoulders jerked, and clear nectar trickled from between her legs with a churup♥.
"I-It doesn't... feel like anything...!"
Her words betrayed her actions. She shook her head claiming it was nothing, but her hips unconsciously shifted back, angling to savor his touch more. It was mortifying how just rubbing her belly set her ablaze, but the surging pleasure wouldn't stop. Sweet shivers lingered in his wake, slowly crumbling her reason.