Ep.7 - Reunion
Ep.7 - Reunion
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As they slipped out of the inn, stepping along the worn wooden corridor, not a single soul inside caught the sound of their footsteps.
Even with Delin thrashing and biting her hand, Riko moved like the wind, cradling him in her arms.
She was free.
Nothing could impede her stride.
Only the cool, intimate moonlight descended before her, illuminating where to tread.
She was a truly free woman, and so she carried off the man she intended to make her own, heading somewhere meant only for the two of them.
"Eugeup! Eugeueup!"
Of course, that was a romantic notion from the woman's perspective. From the man being abducted's point of view, it was hardly a welcome event.
By anyone else's standard, he was at an age to enjoy carefree college life after a long adolescence. Yet, still clinging to his boyishness, being subjected to such cruel treatment was a harsh trial for a 21st-century human accustomed to the comforts of civilization.
Moreover, from a 21st-century human's perspective, bearing a child is something you do from a place of economic and social stability. In other words, you leave offspring once you've found a sense of ease in your surroundings...
"Eueup! Geueueup!"
How could Delin, who couldn't even properly enjoy freedom of his own body, possibly welcome a pregnancy?
He was dragged along, tears welling up and spattering onto the ground. Though his footsteps made no sound, the sound of his falling tears resonated clearly, pitifully.
Just minutes ago, he had been gaining a sense of psychological stability from Riko. But that was when no heavy responsibility like a pregnancy weighed on him, and Delin now struggled desperately against the horrific reality.
"Eueueueup!"
"Bite in moderation. I'll pull your teeth out... *sigh*. Never mind."
Conversely, the emotions Riko felt right then were the exact opposite of Delin's.
The first man she had ever taken into her body, the man who had absolutely no intention of leaving.
And yet, the man who betrayed her body and clung to other women, using his body however he pleased.
The man who made fury surge up in her, making her want to slap him, but whose face melted her anger the moment she looked at it. The man who made her want to treat him well, but made her want to beat him like a dog when she saw him whimpering beside other bitches.
"Isn't it a good thing, since it happened anyway? They say men take better care of their kids than their wives. So what's your problem?"
Riko felt a touch of disappointment seeing Delin utterly unpleased by the news of the pregnancy, but at the same time, she was relieved that she could now fully possess him.
A thief's intuition...
Should I call it that?
A 'sense' verging on instinctive wariness, one that prevents her from losing the treasure she has claimed.
He had a whorish body that seduced her like a prostitute selling himself, yet he exuded the air of a wanderer who might vanish at any moment.
Even for a vague feeling whose reason she couldn't pinpoint, Riko didn't ignore her intuition. The reason she had survived this long was because of her exceedingly sharp senses.
"You'll like it anyway once the baby's born, so quit playing hard to get. Are you the one giving birth? I'm the one giving birth."
And so, Riko was satisfied with the fence called [pregnancy], the thing that could seize a man's heart and bind him utterly, leaving him powerless. Her steps were lighter than usual.
As if blessing the love of the two walking through the night, the moon was bright as ever tonight. She had already secured a nest to share love without restraint, so now all that remained was to enjoy the cute little bastard in her arms as she pleased.
"Ah. But... sorry, I'm gonna have to 'work on' your ankles and mouth again."
"Eueup!? Eueueup!"
Delin jolted in shock. He was so startled that he even let go of Riko's hand he had been biting, and drool dripped down his chin.
"Wha—how can you... Uueup!"
There was no time to resist.
Before the drool dripping from him even hit the ground, Riko lifted him and ruthlessly violated his mouth.
"Eueueup! Eueueueup!!"
Soon, a viscous, sticky liquid, unlike slippery saliva, flooded in. At the sensation he had felt before, Delin struggled and screamed...
"Eueu! Euueu!"
He was reduced to a mute body, babbling like a three-year-old toddler again.
"Eueueut! Eueup!"
Pushing aside the heavy tongue that refused to move, he desperately worked his throat and babbled. He shuddered at this inhumane treatment, but...
"I told you to stay still. Try that shit one more time."
"..."
The deep eyes of the woman who had made her name as a Great Thief, staring right at him after snatching his face up close,
Made him unable to even part his lips, transforming Delin into a meek lamb.
"You should've done that from the start."
She cast the curse again, smearing her own toxic sap thickly onto Delin's ankles and grasping them tight,
And then she headed to a safe place where she could slake her lust freely.
The name of that place...
"Inside [Bam Dalbit], don't kick up a fuss. Stay quiet like a good Dovahkiin. Got it?"
Somehow, I felt like I'd heard it before.
Unfamiliar and awkward...
"It's full of nothing but crazy bitches. Well, they're all weaker than me, though."
A rest stop for thieves.
Fuck.
So that's why she suggested coming to Khalid.
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"Boss! Whoa, you really were running around with this bastard!"
"Of course, you little shit! You're not a real woman if you don't have at least one dick-wielding bastard hanging around."
Amid the loud, chaotic atmosphere, Delin squeezed his eyes shut. He'd never been to a club, but he was dead certain that even the biggest club would be less noisy and less unpleasant than this.
"Our boss really is the best! So, where are those minion bitches?"
"I just stuck 'em anywhere and left. They're bitches who can't even peep in front of me, you know? I could shove 'em in the stable and they'd just sleep on their own. What would those worthless things dare to do anyway?"
"Ahahaha! That's our boss, all right! Here, cheers again!"
The two women's glasses clashed as if about to shatter.
The name of this place was Bam Dalbit.
I didn't know its real name.
Those who live dark lives communicate in their own cant, so there wasn't a woman who gave a damn about real names.
Living by the cover of night, every one of them had hoods pulled on and were staging an uproarious drinking party like a rowdy mess hall. Among them, the most conspicuous table was, of course, Philmark's.
She was a celebrity.
Notorious for her ill repute, she was the idol of all thieves, their rival, and the competitor to be excluded.
But no one dared to step forward rashly.
She was strong.
So strong that even if everyone in the tavern rushed her at once, she could easily clean them all up and tilt her glass again.
"So, the others still aren't here? No info came in while I was wandering around for a bit?"
"...No. Even after meeting you, Boss, I kept waiting here and tried to gather info, but nobody knows anything. No news, either..."
A slightly somber conversation was exchanged.
The Philmark Bandit Troop had once been composed of six members, but at the table set for them, only two thieves tilted their glasses.
"...It's fine. The fact that there's no news of them being caught means they're probably all running around hard. No need to worry, you little shit. If I find 'em while I'm out and about, I'll send 'em straight here."
"Boss, are you heading out again?"
"Yeah. Some annoying shit came up... I'll probably be going kind of far. In the meantime, you take good care of the others."
Sitting meekly and sipping beer he didn't even like, Delin sensed sorrow in Riko's voice.
She was a woman he always felt was violent and rough, but sometimes she showed that sort of side.
"Anyway. Did you get all the equipment I asked for ready?"
"Of course! The moment you're done fucking your goddamn brains out and come back, I'll have it ready for you, so don't worry and just head on out!"
"Yeah, I knew I could count on you. Little shit! I asked for a place with reliable soundproofing, right? 'Cause I'm gonna screw this one's brains out tonight until he's half-dead."
...That didn't mean my mood had improved.
'She says she's pregnant and she's drinking that much, and spouting dirty talk...!'
He was not only shocked by the pregnancy itself, but furious at Riko for treating the pregnancy as if it were merely an extension of sex.
"Alright, I'm off. See you later."
"Yes, Boss!"
...Of course, that didn't mean he was in any position to resist or struggle.
Because even as he was once again seized by Riko and dragged somewhere, the sharp, threatening gazes of the dangerous women lined up all around were trained on him.
As much as he truly hated and resented Riko, it was better to leave with her than to spend another moment in this terrifying place.
"He-eu..."
He hadn't meant to let out a moan.
It was a sigh.
He reluctantly accepted the situation and resolved that once they got to the bed, he would curse at Riko again and resist with all his might.
The footsteps guided the two to a considerably suggestive guest room,
And amid the erotic scent that wafted out early, he was thrown like a piece of luggage onto an antique bed,
"Alright, I'll set aside exactly three hours. We'll go hard for three hours and then Load."
And was immediately pounced on by the woman who stripped her clothes off in a flash and approached like a beast, giving him no chance to act...!
"Eueu! Eue-eu!"
Delin kicked his legs furiously and held out.
"You're turning me on again. Let's see how long you can keep resisting."
...Though the meaning of that kicking seemed to be distorted on the receiving end.
Anyway, Delin held out for an hour, resisting fiercely.
And after that, utterly exhausted and dripping sweat, he was fucked like a dog beneath Riko.
It was summer.