Ep.1 - The Great Thief Philmark (4)
Ep.1 - The Great Thief Philmark (4)
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After a long while, I was skin-to-skin with the bandit leader again.
The reason I put it so poetically was that today's rape felt more like sex than rape.
"Haa, hueut... hut..."
Her firm body grew hot because of me, and I embraced that heat, growing hot with her.
Instead of the brutal rape I endured that first night—by God's grace—the time I spent with her had turned into something like [quite intense sex].
"Hayuk! Heueugeuk... heueu..."
Her goddamn groans reverberated beyond the iron bars that confined me.
"Haa, haa..."
I was watching that fierce woman's face—the same one that used to strangle me as if to kill—flush red and go slack from closer than anyone else could.
Seeing that, I couldn't help but feel my heart ease as well.
She met my eyes for a moment, then slowed the frantic pace of her hips, leaned her lewd face close to mine, and stuck out her tongue.
"He... hee..."
Her heated breath crossed her tongue and touched my face, and the unbearable stimulation finally made me open my mouth.
"Chyuu... jyup... chut..."
A sloppy, deep kiss that felt like our tongues might melt followed.
The days I'd suffered under the endless sexual appetites of these women felt like a dream.
The sensation of this thick, intense sex—so different from being sucked and wrung dry all day—felt like it was gluing me and the bandit leader together with sticky adhesive.
Was that why?
I kept feeling my wariness toward her loosen.
I started to think she might not actually be that scary a woman.
I'd heard that hostages captured by terrorists sometimes end up joining them—was I falling into that category?
Still,
she was so pretty,
I kept finding my heart softening.
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"Boss, no matter what, this is too goddamn much...! If only you get to do it, what about the rest of us!"
"That's right! You know I don't normally say this kinda thing, right? But Boss, you're being totally selfish right now! We're a bandit crew, we share everything and use everything together like family, aren't we!"
The bandit women often came to vent their complaints.
Whenever their angry fingers and sharp glares were directed at me, I flinched involuntarily.
Their rage that seemed about to strike never reached me, thanks ironically to the iron bars holding me captive.
Guarding those iron bars was the bandit women's leader...
"No. I'm not changing my mind. He hasn't recovered his body yet, so leave him to rest."
"Stop lying! How does he look sick? Huh? No, and! Even if he's sick, we're the ones who captured him, so we can do whatever we want with him!"
"And Boss, lately you haven't been doing anything, just holed up beside that bastard! What the hell are you doing!?"
"Enough!"
The bandit leader's sharp voice pierced my eardrums. I felt a tearing pain and ringing.
"You little shits... what are you trying to pull? Since when do you backtalk me? Huh?"
The bandit women seemed to hesitate at the leader's sharp scolding, then lowered their eyes and muttered excuses.
"W-well, it's just... since we're all stuck here, we figured we could at least play around with that bastard..."
"It's not that we're talking back...! We're just a little upset..."
The bandit leader's clenched fists seemed truly terrifying to them.
Seeing them tremble like rabbits before a wolf was refreshing, I'll admit.
"Forget it. Well... if you really can't hold back, go catch some other bastards. I won't stop you from now on."
The bandit women, who'd been hanging their heads in dejection, soon widened their eyes at the leader's words and let out cheers.
"For real!? Booooss~!!"
They hugged each other and even shed tears. What a joke. Ugh...
"Once it's light tomorrow, let's go out and catch someone! Fuck, this is totally screwed, seriously."
"Boss, we love you!"
They soon left me behind and went off, discussing plans for tomorrow's new victims.
I wanted to object, but I didn't want to be a hero, wasn't in a position to worry about others, and had no ability to do anything anyway, so well...
I just prayed from inside the iron bars that they'd fail in their hunt as much as possible, and that the men would avoid them well.
"...Huu."
The bandit leader rubbed her temples, perhaps from a headache.
Seeing that, it seemed being the leader of bandits wasn't an easy job.
"...You don't need to thank me."
Ah, right. I'm honestly grateful you kept me from being gang-raped. If you even let me go, I'd kowtow for real.
Nah, don't ask for too much. Considering I'm a sex slave, I'm probably being treated in the top one percent.
Let's keep this mood going, and if I see a chance to escape, I'll run...
"..."
...Before escaping... if she somehow became my ally, would things be a little easier going forward?
She seemed to like me, so I figured with a bit more effort, I could definitely make her an ally.
...But come to think of it, this was the woman who captured me and fucked me raw. Maybe I'm crazy. Just because she's less rough than before, my resolve has weakened...
Raising Affinity and making someone a companion is something I have to think about very goddamn carefully. It's basically spilling all my secrets. I need to pick someone with no personality issues and who's strong.
Taking a woman who robs and rapes as a companion? Absolutely not happening.
Still, just in case, I'll keep the option open. If there's truly no other way, seducing the boss into leaving together might be one method...
"Y-you, for God's sake! Since I helped you... wanna do it one more time...?"
"Now? But you told the underlings I'm too sick to do it...! What if we get caught!"
"We can do it secretly. They'll all be busy thinking about capturing someone tomorrow anyway. So..."
She shed her own goddamn gear—the things covering her important parts—layer by layer.
I guessed she meant we'd just slip it out quick and get it over with, since getting caught would be really troublesome.
As a slave, I had no choice. She knew that too.
"You just have to keep it qui-Dragon-ly. So..."
She slipped inside.
Already the scent of a female wafted through.
The lewd smell that would only deepen when skin touched skin made my head burn.
"Let's do it?"
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"Haa, haa... heueu..."
The exhausted afterglow that follows sex.
Humans who lived by reason pursued carnal desire with maddening instinct,
and after a thrilling mating, they regained reason and gradually felt emptiness or relief.
We call that the afterglow. In the space filled with each other's sticky smell and lewd atmosphere, we felt that afterglow.
"You felt good too, right?"
She asked me, holding me in her own goddamn embrace, burying me in her soft breasts...
"...It was good, yeah."
If I said I felt bad, or that I actually didn't feel good... that would surely be a lie.
Sexual relations with an attractive opposite sex, as long as it wasn't done in some grotesque manner, brought great satisfaction to most. I could guarantee that.
"...Delin. From now on, I'll call you by name. Delin."
"...Well, okay."
Whatever she called me, I didn't really care.
But what was a bit goddamn worrying was that she was harboring considerable affection for me.
Even though I'd never been in a relationship, a forever-alone virgin, I wasn't so dense that I couldn't notice a woman's feelings when they were that blatantly obvious.
Fuck. But I don't want to raise her Affinity and bring her along.
But I don't want to live here forever either.
"Delin. Live here."
"..."
Sigh...
Why did she have to coax me with that mom-like voice every time we did it?
A friend's words came to mind. [Sex is great, but getting clingy afterward is annoying.]
I'd thought several times about smashing that smug bastard's head with a bottle when he said that, but now I see there wasn't a single wrong word.
Sorry for doubting you.
"I'll treat you well. I'll make you happier than when you lived as a noble."
"Ah... yeaah..."
"Does that mean yes!?"
"Ah, no! That's not what I meant... I just..."
"Delin. Look at my eyes. I'm serious. Just live here. I... I never thought I'd be like this either, but when I'm with you, I feel at ease for some reason, and I feel good, and..."
This crazy bitch... after dragging me here as a sex slave, what the hell is she rambling about!
"If you promise to stay here, I'll bring you everything you want. I can swear on my remaining eye."
"Ah, ahaha..."
No. I just want to go back home...
"Still... I have a place I need to return to..."
"What?"
"No, I mean... I want to see my family and friends' faces again, and I still have things I have to do..."
"..."
Her expression froze in an instant.
The creepy shift in her emotions gave me goosebumps.
"...You can't leave anyway. Get that through your head."
"Eu, eugeuk... it hurts...!"
The arms holding me tightened.
"You can't leave. You're living here. Don't waste your energy fighting it, just adapt. Eventually, you'll get used to life here too...!"
Not just her arms, but her hand that had been stroking my head also exerted strong force, stuffing my head completely into her own goddamn breasts and holding it there...!
"Eubueup..."
"Right. Since we'll be together anyway, you'll change your mind... I'll wait. Tell me when you do."
Fuck... I think I need to Load first.
Something's going wro
"Everybody grab your weapons! Emergency!"
Huh?
"Boss! Boss...!"
"What, what's going on?"
The bandit leader, who had been holding me, hurriedly got up and put on her own goddamn gear again.
What? What's happening?
Suddenly, the hideout interior felt extremely chaotic.
"It's... Neva that bitch and her loser knight bastards, they found the hideout and are setting up right at the front entrance!"
"...!"
Neva? Knights? What the hell is going on...?