Ep.6 - A Thief's Mindset
Ep.6 - A Thief's Mindset
Riko, unable to hold back, pounced on me roughly, spread her legs wide, and tried to move on to full sex, but—
"...Tch!"
—soon the strength drained from her hands, and she clicked her tongue and backed off. She was probably afraid the other women might catch on.
But even so, she didn't let go of my hand. After all, she wasn't the sweet and innocent type who'd leave my body alone once she'd been given subtle permission.
"...If you pull that betrayal shit again, you know what happens, right? You think I can't tell when you're acting all coy and scheming?"
Riko pressed me hard. The hand that had spread her thighs wide now grabbed my wrists roughly and yanked them high above my head.
In that state, I was dragged all the way to a tree standing behind me. I feared my back would be scraped against the rough bark, but she didn't shove me violently. Had she been worried about me too?
"Son of a bitch... you son of a bitch... what am I supposed to do? Huh? If only those goddamn idiots weren't here, I'd just..."
With both my wrists in her grip, we were pressed so close together I could feel her breath. Hot breath...
Even though she'd been sucking mine just moments ago, the sticky saliva had wiped away any trace of night flower scent, and only a raw, lewd breath drifted over me.
"How the hell did you get this fucking lewd? You fucking shithead... seriously... you're driving me crazy."
Maybe that was why Riko had only tried exploring me with her mouth. Her freely-flowing fluids would wash away even our debauched encounters...
"...Open up."
She shifted her stance. With just one hand, she clasped both my wrists together, and with her free hand she wrapped it around my back and pressed me against the tree.
The position became even tighter, and I surrendered my mouth. Without even a moment's rest, Riko's tongue plunged right in.
We shared a long, deep kiss.
Under the moonlight, we shared a kiss so amorous it would have shamed even that moon above.
"Jjyueup, jjeut, jjyureut... chyuuuup..."
At first, it was intensely fierce.
Like beasts.
Then gradually, it grew richer.
With long breaths.
Our hearts connecting.
So very slowly.
"Chyuuup... jyueut, jjeup..."
A sound both vulgar and sublimely beautiful echoed in my brain. That terrifying sound painted my mind in its hues.
I soaked in the excited breath wafting from her. I was swept away by the rough saliva riding over her tongue.
Moving past kisses where I'd only been on the receiving end, this time I moved my tongue too. Of course, Riko still led the way, greedily lapping me up, but I accepted her desire and worked my tongue diligently in return.
After that two-way exchange, Riko released my wrists. Before I knew it, both her arms had coiled around my back, embracing me fiercely. Caught in those solid arms that coiled from my back all the way to the nape of my neck, I became a bird that could not fly away, lifted into the air.
We kept kissing.
The kiss didn't end.
To Riko, who moved me around this way and that as if she couldn't contain her excitement, I returned the kiss as tenderly as I could, trying to help her settle down just a little.
My tongue, awkward but trying to move as gently as possible, clashed with her tongue, fierce yet endlessly burning with passion.
They tangled and twisted as if trying to become one, and ran wild. No, they danced.
Stealing each other's breath, stealing each other's spit, we made love.
Love...
In truth, it was an intensely embarrassing and awkward word, but ever since arriving in this other world, I felt like I'd grown accustomed to love.
She loved me, and it seemed I was gradually coming to love her too.
I couldn't be sure since I'd never experienced love before, but it felt like I was slowly opening my heart to Riko, who was rough and crude yet longed for me.
It was subtle.
From Riko, who rained down mad kisses as if she were devouring me, I drew comfort.
That she wanted me wasn't so bad. It wasn't a calculated emotion born from it helping me escape this other world, but the result of a strange and hazy feeling even I couldn't control.
"Pahut, haa... haeut... jjeup..."
Even when she pulled her lips away, Riko immediately dove back in and explored me again. Like a piece of candy about to melt in her mouth, I was rolled around and tossed about.
Riko's love, felt from my back, made my head spin. There was no empty space between us. Her heated body was pressing in and swallowing me whole.
My light body was being moved regardless of my will. She bent her waist as if trying to crush me, hugged me fiercely and rained down kisses, and then lifted me up and sucked at me as if she were trying to show me off to God.
I wrapped my legs around her waist. It was an unconscious reaction. An instinct triggered by the sensation of my body being lifted off the ground.
Of course, all those instincts I'd seen somewhere had always been performed by the woman's side, but now in this world, the sexual norms of my original world didn't exist here. Even the sole memories I'd held in my head were being buried under a greater purpose.
Pride meant nothing before survival. Survival, return—the two merged into one goal: returning alive.
I would survive and return. I would absolutely return.
Right now, I was just pretending to love her. That's all it was...
"Uueup... jjyuhup... chyuheek... jyueup..."
No.
I think I am in love with her.
Was it just tteok-jeong? Or had I changed?
A style like Riko's was definitely not my taste.
I had clearly hated those thuggish bitches more than anyone, the ones who called me out every single day to stroke my thighs or fondle my shoulders.
I had hated them all, those partying seniors who called me out to karaoke rooms during exam period just to try and seduce me, the bitches who treated me like a trophy and ran their mouths like I was their property.
So why was I drawn to Riko?
She was exactly the type I hated.
But why...
"Chyuut, chyureut... jjyueop..."
Perhaps my legs wrapped around her waist didn't feel so bad to her, because Riko continued the kiss even more fiercely.
Did she know how I felt?
That I was sick of women like her.
I was sick of them.
Really.
"Hee... hek... heeit..."
Riko released me for a moment and, right in front of my face, scrutinized my melted expression.
"Haa... Delin. You're mine. Got it? Don't go fooling around with other bitches. Keep it under control. You're mine. Understood?"
If there had been a mirror, I would have smashed it immediately. I didn't want to see myself drooling like that.
"Answer me. Promise me you won't wander around spreading your legs like some used-up whore. Right now."
Riko whispered, pushing me hard. Her voice spilled down over my face.
"I-I can't help it..."
"No. You can help it. Live with me. Run away with me, let's keep running until there's no need for bitches like them. Just power me up with the Soul Bond. Then, when I can beat them all..."
"I don't want to. I don't want to..."
I cut Riko off mid-sentence. As I shook my head and refused, Riko rained down kisses on me again. Offended by the interruption, her kiss grew even rougher.
Words were unnecessary.
But,
Philmark was calculating.
So she must have known.
That she couldn't just run away with Delin.
She didn't do business at a loss.
She stole every treasure she could get her hands on without discrimination, and she cut down and toyed with every bastard who tried to stop her.
"Jjeup... pueup... chyureut... chyuup-"
Such a woman was struggling desperately to obtain the treasure called love.
The Great Thief for whom nothing was unobtainable wanted one last treasure.
The only treasure that made her heart pound.
"Keheup... keup...!"
Philmark's kiss, so intense it was almost brutal, pressed down on Delin. Unable to even breathe properly on his own, he could only flail about, caught in Riko's arms.
Philmark did not give up.
There was nothing she could not obtain.
Even if something already had an owner, she would snatch it all away, stuff it into her own hideout, and enjoy it.
To her,
the world
was merely a grand stage to be stolen from and ruined until she was completely satisfied.
"Keuhek, kek... g-geueuk..."
Philmark's fierce kiss was a final punishment and a reward, a declaration of war against the one and only treasure that dared to torment her.
She would not be robbed. What she once held, she would never hand over.
She would accomplish what she wanted by any means necessary. Once a goal was set, she clung to it with gritted teeth and desperation.
"Ehek... pehep... chyut, chut, chyueut..."
Philmark would follow Delin.
She loved Delin. Because she loved him, she even followed him down this foolish path that would bring her losses. She would not give up on him.
Philmark would never choose that final option of killing everyone. She loved Delin. Because she loved him, she didn't want to be hated by him.
It was hateful. It was resentful.
She vaguely understood that his heart did not choose her. That not only did he not fully love her, but he was giving some strange love to other wenches too.
Yet even so, she had no intention of hovering around Delin and giving those other bitches a chance.
She had no intention of participating in some fair and square love game,
and no obligation to be bound by such customs.
She was a thief.
If she wanted to walk a noble path, she would have become a knight.
"Puha... haa..."
When the long, long kiss finally came to an end,
Delin was utterly exhausted, gasping for breath—but Philmark was smiling a satisfied smile, her eyes narrowed into slits.
"Let's just watch and see. Who wins."