Chapter 77
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Forest Layer (3)
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Warning: This chapter contains depictions of rape. Readers sensitive to such content should proceed with caution.
There was no need to even use poison. Having witnessed Milton's death firsthand, and piecing together from the circumstances that Dillon had met the same fate at my hands, Joann spilled everything one by one in a voice trembling with fear.
The reason they'd ambushed me. Information about a clan called the "Black Swamp," which ran a kind of loan-sharking operation. And how they'd originally planned to target me.
"I... I opposed killing anyone..."
"Shut up."
I slapped Joann across the cheek to silence her pathetic attempt at evoking sympathy, then twirled my knife over my hand as I sank into thought. I'd already overheard their whispers earlier—my amplified hearing had caught every word. What the hell...
Ha, damn it... That Labyrinth Guild employee who sold my info—how far did he peddle it? When I grilled that guy Takara last time, he swore an oath of info exclusivity... But a rule-breaker like him wouldn't honor something like that. Still, word was he was dead...
And honestly, this pisses me off to no end. Sure, I was the first to discover that ruin on the 9th floor, but aside from some minor junk, all I found was that weird scrap of paper—which I didn't even keep. Vivian already had it. So why keep coming after me?
Even seasoned adventurers are being paid off to hunt me down... Looks like partying up is off the table for a while. If this keeps up, going solo might actually be safer.
Well, then... what about this woman...
"P-please spare me! I'll testify once we're out! Y-you killed my party members, so you need a witness, right? I'll give you everything I have! And... even from the 12th floor back, you need a party for a safe return, don't you? I'm a mage! I can be useful! P-please!"
Reading the murderous intent in my eyes, perhaps, Joann clutched at my pant leg, tears and snot streaming down her face as she begged for her life.
Joann desperately touted her usefulness in every way she could, but my killing intent didn't waver. She'd come for my life from the start—shouldn't I just kill her? Ha, damn it. Witnesses and investigations be damned for now. Might as well end her right here...
"Ah... ah... fine! Use my body too! Adventurers build up urges down here, right? Mine's tight! Even Hanson said it felt amazing!"
I had zero curiosity about what kind of relationship this injured guy Hanson and she had...
......Use her body, huh... Hmm...
"Strip, then."
"Huh?"
"You said it yourself. I can use your body. Let me check it out. Strip. Right now."
If I'm killing her anyway, might as well test out Lust Absorption. Time to satisfy that curiosity too.
Objectively speaking, Joann wasn't unattractive. With a face dotted by faint freckles and big, round eyes, she could pass for cute to someone whose tastes aligned.
Of course, sharing a home with Alensia, she just looked average to me. After crossing paths with stunners like Gloria, Hiss, and Lena, women at her level barely registered anymore.
"I-I'm stripped..."
Just in case, I activated Sensory Block to numb my mana senses and watched from inside the tent as Joann shed her clothes one by one. Her face mixed shame and terror in equal measure; her fumbling hands struggled with the buttons several times over.
Sensory Block
-Rip!
"Kyaa!"
Her trembling hands dragged it out too long, so I stepped close and yanked her clothes apart. The blue robe tore away, revealing her dainty underwear and bare skin beneath.
Joann reflexively covered herself with her arms, but a tap from my knife's flat side on her hands made her trembling limbs drop away.
Her body bore the marks of long-time adventuring—small scars dotted her skin here and there. As she reached back to unclasp her bra, I ignored her efforts and sliced through the middle of the lilac garment with my knife.
-Flop.
Her breasts spilled free, hidden no longer. B-cup... no, teetering on the edge of C, maybe?
I reached out and grabbed one exposed breast. Joann squeezed her eyes shut, grasping her situation, and didn't resist.
Between the full mounds, her nipples gleamed in a shade midway between pink and brown. Unlike my usual encounters, I offered no gentleness—just pinched and yanked.
"Eut..."
Joann winced in pure pain, no pleasure in sight, but I ignored it. I trailed the knife downward, severing the matching panties' straps.
They fell limply to the ground, baring her mound.
"Lie down."
"......"
Under my forceful command, Joann obeyed, lying back in the tent. Without further instruction, as if aware of her place, she spread her legs. Her expression had softened from sheer terror—now that I'd shown interest in her body, she seemed to think herself safe, trading fear for humiliation.
We'll see how long that lasts.
I reached for her privates. Recently shaved, the faint stubble prickled my fingertips. Beyond it, I rubbed her folds. Maybe from the brush with death earlier, but surprisingly, after a few strokes, she grew wet despite the situation.
"Eup..."
Biting her lip in humiliated restraint, as if fighting pleasure. Ha, aren't you mistaking who's victim and perpetrator here?
You're done for. No holding back now.
Sensory Block (Target: Joann)
I blocked Joann's pleasure senses. Then ruthlessly shoved my fingers into her.
"Aak!"
Devoid of any pleasure, she screamed at the brutal intrusion's pain. Ignoring her, I scraped inside her relentlessly. Her body squirted in response, but Joann felt none of it—only pained groans escaped her.
One hand tormenting her below, I buried my face in her chest. Her nipples had perked despite herself; I latched on, grazing teeth lightly to bite as I mauled her breasts.
"Kk..."
Pain from her chest drew another stifled scream; she clamped her own mouth shut. Terror that defying me meant death—and inwardly, wonder at how technique-less I must be to stimulate without pleasure.
But contrary to her thoughts, my skilled fingers had already found her weak spots. I targeted them mercilessly, teasing her clit like a pea with one, raking her G-spot with my middle finger.
-Squish!
-Splurt! Sploosh!♥
My fingers pierced her depths; she squirted again, but grimaced in agony alone.
-Slurp.
I pulled away from her saliva-slicked breast and freed my now-erect cock. Joann, inwardly scorning me amid the pain, caught sight of it.
'It's not even wet enough... won't go in properly...'
-Thrust!
"Kyaaak...!"
Against her expectations, her repeatedly climaxed, squirting, softened folds took me without resistance. Even then, Joann felt no pleasure—only pain, now laced with doubt and fear.
'Something's wrong! No way it feels like nothing this much!'
-Squish! Squish! Squish!♥
As I thrust, flesh slapped and fluids splashed. But unimaginable—no pleasure, pure torment.
She'd had sex before. Never like this, pure agony. Like torture.
'Sensory Block cuts pleasure... amplified pain only...'
Watching her reactions, I kept pumping. Her pussy, past five climaxes, could barely squirt anymore, twitching feebly, signaling its limit around my cock. I ignored it, thrusting on.
-Smack! Smack! Smack!
Relentless hips battered her; sharp pain stabbed Joann with each collision as she swallowed her agony. Soon, my cock swelled with release.
"W-wait! At least outside..."
No pleasure, but feeling my shaft's throb, Joann realized my intent and twisted away in panic. I pinned her down, driving deeper instead.
-Spurt! Spluuurt!
I flooded her womb. Realizing it, Joann paled, glaring daggers at me—momentarily forgetting her place to reproach. Meeting her eyes, I withdrew my cock, slick with fluids.
"C-cumming inside! You bastard...!"
She tried to rise and argue, but couldn't. Puzzled, she looked down at her saliva- and semen-coated body, quivering uncontrollably.
Ha, swearing out of nowhere? Forgotten your situation? No matter. If you can keep that attitude.
"What's this? No strength in my body..."
"Curious myself."
I cut her off, pulled up my pants, and sat watching from a distance. She eyed me questioningly, but I didn't care.
"Too risky to try on lovers or other women, but someone after my life? No holds barred."
"...What? Ian, what are you—?"
My ominous vibe unnerved her; fear flickered in her eyes.
Sensory Block released.
Sensory Release activated (Target: Joann).
"Ah."
"Aaaaaaaah?! Ooooh?!♥ Haaang? Kyaaung?♥ Uh? Ah? Uoooh!♥ He... Hek! Ngooooh!♥ Hwe? Haeut? O? Uh? Uaaah? Hwaang♥ Oooh!? Kkaang?"
-Splurt! Sploosh!♥ Twitch! Twitch!♥
"Ngooooh!♥ Uoooooh? Haa! Uh... Ah... Uh... Eut... Hwaang? Aaut? Kyaaaaa! Ngooooh!♥ Haeut! Haeut! Haaaaang! Kyaaaaaah! Heeut?!"
-Drip... Drip... Splu.. Sploosh... Drip...
"Kehung? Haak! Uheok! Orgasm! Orgooorg!♥ Ugiigik? Ngiieeeet?♥ Ku... Hek... Haak... Uaa..."
Screams at first. Then moans. Finally, beastly howls as Joann's face twisted into utter ruin.
Well... now she's got an entertaining expression.