Ep.2 - Real Sex Shown Right Before Your Eyes (1)
Ep.2 - Real Sex Shown Right Before Your Eyes (1)
The Great Thief Philmark!
She had finally revealed herself.
"Hmm..."
Neva and Delin,
into their intimate, sensual bedchamber, she stepped.
Seeing that bandit woman he had encountered after so long, Delin felt an instinctive terror and dread, as if his heart had stopped,
like a pitiful little rat before a snake.
"E, eha hee..."
Tak—
Delin trembled, desperately trying to distance himself from the thief, but his back soon hit the wall.
Philmark watched the scene, licking her lips as if etching it into her eyes. However, she didn't rush at Delin right away.
"Keu... keuheuk..."
There was an order to all things. First to deal with was Neva, collapsed on the floor and grinding her teeth in vain...
Grabbing her by the hair and yanking her up, Philmark whispered.
"I said I'd definitely kill you. Farewell."
With those parting words, Philmark flung Neva into the corner.
The pitiful woman, unable to muster even proper strength in her body, had no means to resist Philmark's actions; she simply flew limply and collapsed in a heap.
"Delin. You missed me so much, didn't you? I know it too."
Thud, thud...
Philmark walked to the door and closed it with care.
Click—
The sound of the door locking.
The moment he heard that sound, Delin could only let out a helpless cry.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohhht!"
"You know that won't work."
She was right.
Taking that in, he screamed all manner of cries this time.
"Hieee! Hayeouhaeyeo!!"
Plop—
Delin, who'd scrambled off the bed as if fleeing, hit the floor as though begging for someone to protect him.
Bang, bang, bang!
"Yeohii! Yeohi!"
He was hoping the people below would hear the noise.
It couldn't be helped, as it was the only thing he had left to cling to, but the sight was pitiful and wretched beyond measure.
Our Philmark quietly watched the clamoring Delin for a moment, then soon walked over to him—tok-tok-tok—grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and headed for the bed.
Delin flailed and screamed until the very end, but ultimately nothing changed.
Already knowing that sad truth, Philmark covered Delin's mouth and whispered into his ear.
"If you screech and raise a racket, the only ones who'll die are the little shits who come up here. You think the ones who just cook and clean could beat me? Want me to slaughter every last one of them so they can join that bastard on the road to the afterlife?"
The man's voice, which had been ringing with desperate cries, subsided. Perhaps he was frightened by that chilling threat, or perhaps he'd accepted his own powerlessness.
Either way, it didn't matter. Nothing changed either way.
"It's been a while. Right."
Philmark brushed away a single tear rolling down beside Delin's eye with her finger and smiled.
That lewd, insidious smile was no different from the one back in the thieves' hideout, and Delin shook his head with all his might as old memories resurfaced.
'No..!'
"Hmm... no? You're saying that because you don't like it?"
In answer, his eyes, brimming with defiance, shot toward Philmark.
His admirable will, overcoming fear, was worthy of a round of applause.
"Fine. Okay. If you don't like it, it can't be helped."
Philmark, surprisingly, backed off obediently as if retreating and climbed off the bed, then:
"You fuck! It's because of you! You shitty bitch!"
She unleashed all her rage, mercilessly driving kicks into Neva, who was groaning on the floor.
"Ah.. ahe! Ahee!"
Startled, Delin crawled over on all fours and grabbed Philmark's waist.
Of course, his feeble strength couldn't stop the woman's kicks. So he mustered a little more courage, squeezed his eyes shut, and covered the fallen Neva with his body.
Even though she'd spoon-fed him, and sometimes revealed chilling glimpses of herself, she was the righteous female knight who had saved him.
She'd pushed herself on him, subjected him to sex, and stubbornly insisted they become husband and wife... but he couldn't just stand by and watch her die.
Was it because, honestly speaking, he'd enjoyed the sex too? The sweet vanilla sex with the beautiful knight Neva?
No.
Truthfully, Delin couldn't quite understand it either.
He had no certainty about his own actions and feelings.
But he threw himself forward and blocked Philmark's path.
Because he couldn't let Neva die.
That was all there was to it.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Philmark, breathing roughly from the euphoria the violence brought, saw Delin covering Neva as if shielding something precious and ground her teeth.
"Look at this? Ha!"
Kwaak!
Philmark grabbed Delin's hair tightly!
"Ahak! Aheuuu!"
At the sensation of his hair being yanked taut, Delin screamed once more. Pain as if his scalp were about to be torn off continued to torment him.
But Philmark, heedless of Delin's tears and screams, roughly lifted him as he was and hurled him onto the bed.
It had been a fleeting moment, but Delin's action had been enough to enrage Philmark and divert her attention—the attention of Philmark, who had been kicking with murderous intent—onto himself.
Whether it was a good thing, he didn't know. But as Delin had hoped, Philmark no longer kicked Neva with her feet.
Instead...
"Looks like you got attached already? Huh!? Couldn't even last a single week!"
"Ehek! Eheek...!"
Delin's carotid artery and airway were compressed. Put simply, Philmark's hand was roughly strangling his neck.
"You whore-like bastard...! I spent the whole week watching for a chance, thinking only of you! Even when I was being tortured, I thought only of you!! And you... with a bitch like her...! Why her, of all people!"
"Ekeu... geukeuk..."
Yet she couldn't bring herself to truly strangle Delin. Her grip strength could certainly snap his neck in two, but the emotion called love that had settled in her heart prolonged Delin's life.
"You fucked too, didn't you? Fuuuck... I can tell without looking. I know everything!"
The sensation of being choked just enough not to die or lose consciousness.
The careful control of her strength, choking him just to the brink of blacking out, forcing him to personally feel every bit of that horrific sensation.
Delin, his face flushed bright red, trembled and spasmed. His hand tapped Philmark's sturdy wrist, begging for mercy.
"Heuook..."
"Still... I can forgive you. You didn't do it because you wanted to, right? You couldn't help it. That bitch must have threatened you. Since she helped you escape from me."
When Philmark relaxed her grip, her words softening somewhat, only then could Delin breathe roughly and shed tears freely.
Looking down at that sight from above, Philmark spoke.
"Even if it's not the case, it doesn't matter. No matter how defiled you become, in the end, all you need is to stay by my side."
"But..."
"See, you can't forgive me. You son of a bitch."
Philmark walked back toward Neva—thud, thud—grabbed her by the hair, and slapped her across the cheek.
Smack, smack, smack!
"You! Fucking bitch! Just die!"
The slaps, loaded with emotion as if unleashing everything that had built up, continued.
Smack! Ssmack!
"Cunt! Shit-whore of a bitch!"
Only when Philmark was satisfied with the numbing sensation ringing in her hand did the merciless slapping come to an end.
But perhaps Philmark's vengeance wasn't over yet, because she dragged a chair over, positioned it squarely with a good view of the bed, sat Neva on it, and bound her tightly with rope pulled from her own waist!
"Keu... heuuk..."
"Heyuk, heuyuk..."
Delin, on the bed, still feeling the lingering sensation of being choked,
both of them knew intuitively exactly what Philmark was about to do.
"Watch carefully from here. Keep your eyes wide open until the very moment you die."
Smack!
After slapping Neva's wounded cheek one last time, Philmark stripped off her own clothes without hesitation.
That superb body, where the thieves' tattoos, a few scars, and beautifully maintained, pretty muscles were all harmoniously blended, approached Delin clad only in a lewd pair of panties and a bra hanging loosely at her hips.
"No... nooo..."
"Dumbass. What do you mean, no."
That labored word was buried beneath Philmark's single curse,
and the boiling lust of the thief who had held back for a whole week ignited upon the bed.
"Delin. It's been a while, right? I'll do you so intensely you won't even remember that idiot."
"Uuuung..."
Shaking his head from side to side no longer carried any real meaning.
It merely gave Philmark a bit more excitement by offering a hint of defiance.
"Oh? Seems he doesn't like it~?"
As if he'd like it!
How could she do this kind of shit in front of someone who's half dead...!
Thinking this, Delin tried to resist to the very end, even though his neck had been choked so brutally.
Yet his clothes were stripped off one by one.
First his top was removed, and Philmark briefly embraced Delin's exposed upper body, licking her lips.
Next, his pants were taken off. His underwear came down with them. Despite Delin's resistance, briefly clinging to his waistband, the pants and underwear had no choice but to slide down.
"Yeah. Fuuuck... that's it..."
Philmark pulled Delin into a tight embrace. On Neva's spacious, plush bed, the man and woman pressed their bare skin together and felt each other.
"Delin. Delly-in... I endured it all while thinking only of you. Let's never part again now. Ssuup..."
Just like the first time she'd raped him, Philmark inhaled Delin's scent deeply and wore an ecstatic smile.
"Haa... Delin..."
"Hiee... hieee..."
"Come here. What's there to dislike?"
Chuup—
Their lips met.
"Uuuuup..."
However, Philmark's tongue, which had attempted to enter his mouth, met with Delin's fierce resistance and was forced to retreat.
"Ah, I'm seriously going crazy... haa... You're doing this on purpose to piss me off, aren't you?"
Smack, smack!
Delin's cheek was slapped by Philmark's palm.
"Aheu! Heuu!"
Even though she was hitting him fairly lightly, Delin had no tolerance for the pain. It felt like being punched with a fist.
"Open it. I said open it!"
And yet he held out.
"This little...!"
Of course, it was utterly meaningless.
Delin's mouth was promptly pried open by Philmark and toyed with by that lewd tongue.