Guardian: Derek Walker 13
"Kuhk!"
Bianca's body soared through the air. Her rage-filled kick slammed into Walker's side. His massive frame crumpled like an old house collapsing from rotten pillars. Rita let out a sharp scream.
"W-Walker!"
"Sis!"
Bianca threw herself into her battered sister's arms. Drobin, who had rushed in right after, embraced Rita as well.
"Rita! You're safe now! I'm here!"
"D-Drobin! Wait! Walker..."
Rita's eyes darted to Walker, sprawled pitifully on the floor. Drobin glared at him with fury. One look at Rita's swollen face made it easy to guess what this bastard had done to her.
"Don't worry, Rita. It's not your fault. We're still getting married. Nothing happened here."
He said it to reassure her. In Drobin's imagination, Rita had already suffered terribly at Walker's hands.
Rita tried to protest that it wasn't true, but Bianca and Drobin were beyond her control, lost in their rage.
"He's right, sis! You did nothing wrong! It's all this guy's fault!"
Outraged, she kicked Walker's side hard as he lay there. Seeing it, Rita screamed as if she'd been struck herself.
"Bianca! Stop! Listen to me for a second..."
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything, Rita. I'll protect you from now on!"
Drobin turned his gaze to the fallen Walker and, just like Bianca had moments before, delivered a vicious kick to his side.
"You bastard! Even if you saved the village... How dare you touch my fiancée... I won't forgive you!"
"Stop! Stop it! Please, just hear me out!"
Unable to take it anymore, Rita shoved Bianca and Drobin away and shouted. She rushed desperately to Walker's side.
Rita checked the spot where Bianca and Drobin had kicked him. Thanks to all the fat, it seemed to have ended in just a bruise. A small mercy. If a bone had broken, emergency treatment would have been tricky.
"R-Rita?"
Drobin was bewildered by Rita worrying over the man who had violated her. Bianca felt the same. Her sister was kind, sure, but not to the point of fretting over her assaulter.
Instinct told them something was off. And then they remembered what they'd just done.
"Huh? That guy over there... Gibbs!?"
Only then did Drobin notice Gibbs's corpse in the corner of the warehouse. At that moment, he realized he'd made a huge mistake.
"You two! How could you jump to conclusions like that!? Walker saved me!"
Rita, uncharacteristically flushed and yelling, stunned them. Bianca rubbed the leg she'd used for the dropkick, staring back at her sister.
"S-Saved you?"
"Yes! He saved me from the village chief trying to rape me! You didn't even listen—how could you!? What do we do? Walker looks completely out cold!"
"N-No way... F-First, we need to treat him..."
Even the level-headed Drobin was at a loss. He knew exactly how idiotic his mistake was.
If Walker died here, he'd be the ungrateful wretch repaying kindness with enmity.
"We need to move him first. Drobin, help me!"
"Got it! Let's take him to Grandma Junaid's!"
Drobin grunted as he lifted Walker. Without his hunter-honed strength and stamina, the sheer weight would have been impossible. Luckily, there was a small cart in the warehouse. The three used it to transport him.
When that punk Drobin kicked my side, I nearly lost it. I wanted to kill him right then, but I held back for the future payoff. I'd collect the debt properly—his fiancée and her little sister included.
For the record, Bianca's hit barely hurt. Physically or mentally. When she dropkicked me, I got a peek at her panties—clean white ones. Definite plus.
"Walker, are you awake?"
I hadn't really passed out, but I played along, stirring groggily. Rita and Bianca stood with hands clasped politely over their stomachs, faces uneasy. Drobin loomed beside his sister. The moment I opened my eyes, he bowed his head.
"Walker! I'm sorry!"
No pathetic excuses—just a straight apology. That much, I liked.
"What the hell happened?"
"I misunderstood and attacked you. I have no face to show. I'm truly sorry!"
"I see... Oh, what about the chief?"
"We checked—he's dead. Looks like his head hit the floor. I've called the villagers... Hah... We barely got to savor victory, and now this..."
This was probably his worst fear. The gloomy mood in the room said it all about the village's plight.
"We've settled it as the drunk chief trying to rape Rita, fighting you in the struggle. It's basically true. A chief suffering such humiliation... The youth squad will investigate internally. Of course, it won't trouble you at all. We'll do everything to help you recover."
"Tricky situation. I can't feel my arms. Probably broken in the fight."
Creeeak!
The door opened. Luna and Kelly entered from outside. The already chilly atmosphere turned ice-cold. Bianca averted her eyes and bowed deeply.
"Master. Are you alright?"
Luna and I had already kissed.
"The rest is manageable, but my arms are wrecked. Luna, any potions left?"
"The last one you gave that girl over there."
"Ah... Troubling."
Bianca's face turned beet red. A few words, and she was the world's biggest bitch—repaying savior's grace with bitter enmity.
"I'm... sorry."
That was all Bianca could say. I grinned inwardly.
"You'll have to help out till my arms heal, Luna."
"Understood. Until your arms fully recover, I'll stay by your side and assist."
"But what about the orcs attacking?"
"You're more precious to me than this·whole·vil·lage."
Luna emphasized each word deliberately. The guilty trio hung their heads in shame. Rita finally lifted her face.
"Until you recover... I'll tend to you, Walker."
"R-Rita..."
Drobin's voice trembled. Rita looked resolute, as if tying the knot meant untying it.
"It's my fault for not stopping them sooner. I should take responsibility. Until your arms heal, I'll be your arms."
"S-Sis, if that's the case, let me instead..."
Rita shook her head at Bianca's words.
"This is my duty."
I liked what Rita said. Her volunteering like this was unexpected. Why would a tiger like me refuse a lamb walking into its den?
This is turning out more fun than planned. I just wanted to plant a debt in her heart...}
Such developments were always welcome.
"Fine. I'll accept your help."
I spoke firmly, no room for argument. Guilty Drobin and Bianca stayed silent. And so, Rita became my temporary maid.
A normal person's arms don't run away at night. Rita stayed in my quarters for the time being. Her room was right next door.
Come morning, she entered promptly. Hands neatly clasped, posture impeccable—like a trained maid. I gave her her first task right away.
"I need to piss."
"P-Piss, sir?"
Tough first mission. But not unreasonable—everyone has to.
I rose and headed to the bathroom. Rita followed hesitantly.
"Pull down my pants."
"Yes."
Rita averted her eyes, carefully tugging them down. Few virgins could do this casually. But with her solemn duty as my limbs, she pushed through her embarrassment.
"Pardon me."
Unprompted, she gripped my massive cock, aiming it at the urinal. The feel of her soft hand made it twitch awake.
Shiiiii!
A powerful stream shot out like a waterfall. Rita turned away from the satisfying sight. After, I asked her to shake it off.
"Yes..."
Her voice a meek whisper, Rita shook out the last drops. Then she pulled my pants back up.
"Arms this bad, can't even piss alone. Thanks."
"N-No, just doing my duty."
I reminded her of Drobin and Bianca's sin. Maybe my imagination, but her tone grew even more submissive.