Realization
The materialized energy shattered into fine particles, scattering through the air like motes of magical dust. I staggered back as blood surged up my throat from the impact of my qi disintegrating.
“Ugh…!”
Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. When I forced my head up, I saw Shakra—who had also been thrown back—staggering before she vomited what looked like a whole bucketful of blood and collapsed.
“Kuhuk…! Cough!”
She was already carrying internal injuries. The additional shock of her dark sword-qi shattering was more than her body could endure. It wouldn’t kill her, but she’d need extended rest. Using mana in her current state was out of the question.
I kept my eyes locked on her without blinking as I pulled out a potion and drank it. Thanks to the Priouli family’s mana cultivation method and its renowned stability, my internal wounds weren’t too deep. The potion seemed sufficient to heal most of it.
Once the churning in my gut settled, I slowly approached her. Sensing my presence, Shakra staggered to her feet.
“To think I lost to a piece of trash like you… Damn it!”
She radiated a murderous aura, as if ready to swing her dagger at any moment, but fear flickered unmistakably in her eyes. Not many people can face death with true indifference.
“D-die!”
When I closed the distance, Shakra finally cracked under the terror and lashed out with her dagger. But an attack from someone who couldn’t channel mana and whose body had taken catastrophic damage posed no threat whatsoever.
I caught her wrist with ease, stopping the blade cold.
“L-let go! Let go of me!”
She swung with her other hand. The earlier clash had already shattered her dagger, so this was a bare fist. I seized that wrist too.
“Ugh! Get the hell away!”
Shakra’s tenacity for life was extraordinary. With both arms pinned, she resorted to her legs. The dull kick to my shin made me grimace. I swept her legs out from under her so she couldn’t resist anymore, forcing her to her knees. Using the Threads of Infinity, I bound her hands and pressed her head to the ground.
The moment I grabbed her waistband, the struggling Shakra seemed to realize what was happening. Disgust and contempt twisted her face as she sneered.
“You… You’re not seriously planning to rape me right now? You sex-crazed bastard! So I didn’t mishear you earlier. You filthy piece of trash. I wonder what those stupid bitches would think if they knew their precious savior was nothing but a rapist.”
“……”
“Is it fine to do it here? Those bitches from earlier might come back any second. You wouldn’t want them to see this, would you? Right?”
Shakra’s thoughts were transparent. If I took her bait and tried to move locations, she’d seize the chance to escape.
I still have time.
This academy was enormous. Finding reinforcements capable of defeating Shakra within its grounds would take far longer than a few minutes. I had at least another ten minutes, which was more than enough time to finish.
Refusing to rise to her provocation, I yanked down her leather pants, then pulled aside her black panties—thoroughly soaked with sweat from our battle. Her bronze-colored pussy lay exposed before me.
When I gently spread her tightly closed folds, the striking pale pink interior—made even more vivid by her dark skin—came into view.
She doesn’t seem all that experienced.
Elves were said to take only one partner in their lifetime and possessed relatively low sexual desire. I wasn’t sure if the same applied to dark elves, but Shakra didn’t appear to be the type with a particularly strong libido.
“You trash! Rapist! Sex-crazed piece of shit!”
Her fierce resistance only confirmed my suspicion.
As a result, my cock hardened. Some might call the reaction sudden, but watching a beautiful, shapely dark elf bare her pussy while desperately fighting back filled me with a strange, depraved thrill.
The growing pressure became unbearable. I quickly undid my pants and pulled out my throbbing length. Shakra’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of my massive cock springing free.
“W-what the hell is that?!”
It seemed none of the cocks she’d taken before had been anything like this. Savoring her obvious agitation, I pressed my glans against her entrance.
When I ground the head firmly against her folds, pre-cum flowed out like toothpaste from a tube, thoroughly wetting the point of contact. After rubbing it up and down to spread the fluid, I gripped her hips and thrust inside.
Squelch!
“Ugh…!?”
Her plump labia stretched to their limit as they swallowed my cock. Shakra let out a low moan, her body trembling violently. But only the head had entered so far.
I drove forward with more force, forcing my length deeper. Eventually my cock sank to the root, the tip pressing firmly against her cervix. The moment I ground against that tight, donut-shaped opening, Shakra twisted and curled into a ball.
“Kuhuk! It’s… too big…!”
Was this what they called a sense of conquest? The woman who had pushed me to my limits was now completely helpless from nothing but my cock. The sight was so arousing I could barely contain myself.
I pulled out, forcing apart her tightly clenching inner walls that seemed to reject me.
“Haah…”
Shakra let out a sigh of relief as the fullness in her belly disappeared. But it was far too early to relax.
Thrust!
“Kyaaahuk!”
I drove back in. Her vaginal muscles, which had only just begun to recover, stretched to their absolute limit and began to spasm. Matching the rhythm, I kneaded her jiggling bronze ass and rocked my hips.
Squelch! Squelch!
The endless flow of pre-cum made each thrust smoother. As if answering, her pussy began to secrete thick love juices. Soon the only sounds echoing through the space were wet, obscene slaps.
Trembling from the spine-tingling pleasure, I moved the hand kneading her ass up to her breasts. Her full mounds deformed deliciously in my palm, the firm elasticity driving me wild. Her stiff nipples scraped against my skin.
Unable to hold back, I slipped my hand inside her clothes and twisted her nipples hard.
“Ahht!”
Shakra let out a small moan. This time it wasn’t mixed with pain and humiliation—it was unmistakably a sound of pleasure.
So this is her weak spot.
I stimulated her nipples even more relentlessly.
There was still plenty of room. In fact, it was higher than I’d expected. Shakra apparently possessed a stronger sense of chastity than I’d given her credit for.
She seemed shocked by her own moan and desperately tried to hold the next ones back. She thrashed as if wanting to cover her mouth, but the Threads of Infinity didn’t loosen in the slightest. The best she could do was keep her lips tightly sealed.
But when I twisted her nipple and slammed into her cervix at the same time—
“Kyaaht! Ahn… Ahaang!”
Once the dam broke, lewd moans poured out without pause. Enjoying her reactions, I pounded her slippery pussy until suddenly Shakra began crying and apologizing to someone.
“Huk… Gaen. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”
I didn’t know the details, but it sounded like a man’s name. Her lover, perhaps?
The thought of violating another man’s woman made dark, filthy desire surge from the depths of my gut. I couldn’t resist the temptation.
“Huu… How does it feel to be fucked somewhere your lover can never reach?”
“You… You bastard!”
“I wonder what Gaen would say if he saw you right now? I’m dying to know.”
No man would be happy seeing his woman panting beneath another man’s cock. It was only natural. Knowing that, Shakra resisted more violently than ever.
“Shut your mouth! Don’t you dare speak Gaen’s name!”
“But… you already know how he’d react, don’t you? Then let me change the question. Whose cock feels better—mine or Gaen’s?”
“Obviously Gaen’s cock feels bett─”
Smack!
I timed my thrust perfectly. My massive, brutal cock stirred her entire vaginal passage, dragging out overwhelming pleasure.
“Ahaaaung!”
The lewd, nasal moan was the clearest proof possible.
“For someone who claims that, you’re enjoying it way too much. Why don’t you just admit it?”
“Shut up! Shut up! I’ll kill you!”
Shakra flew into a frenzy. She was venting her self-loathing and rage at having reacted despite herself.
Incredible.
Marveling at the fact that I’d reached 90 for the first time, I slammed my hips forward again.
Bang!
“Huk!?”
Shakra’s wild thrashing suddenly stopped as her back stiffened. She had reached a light orgasm. Taking full advantage, I began thrusting like a madman. In an instant, Shakra lost all will to resist.
“Haaung! Ang! Ahht… Haaaang!”
Before the crashing waves of pleasure, her only defense was trying to suppress her cries. Even that failed, and obscene moans kept leaking out.
As I pistoned into her like a machine, a sharp tingle suddenly shot through my prostate. My climax was at its limit. I wanted to keep violating her pussy longer, but the Rape Declaration countdown left me no time.
I buried myself to the hilt. My cock, fully prepared to ejaculate, throbbed violently as every vein bulged.
As if sensing it, Shakra looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“D-don’t.”
“……”
“Don’t do it! This isn’t a place for filth like your seed! It belongs only to Gaen─”
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
I ignored her and unleashed everything. Shakra was a member of the Dark Cult who had tried to kill me. There was no reason to show mercy.
“N-nooooo!”
Shakra screamed in despair. The place she had carefully preserved for the man she loved had been forcibly taken.
Yet as if to prove mind and body were separate, her pussy reached its peak. It gushed love juices while greedily milking my shaft. The powerful contractions made my already intense ejaculation even stronger. An enormous volume of thick semen flooded her womb. There was so much that her belly swelled, hiding the outline of my cock that had been visible beneath her skin.
Squish! Squish!
I kept rocking my hips, wringing out every last drop before finally pulling out. As my cock withdrew, a torrent of semen poured from her maximally stretched entrance. Every time Shakra took a ragged breath, another thick clump gushed out like it was being pumped, soaking the floor.
While I caught my breath, Shakra turned her tear-streaked face toward me.
“I’ll curse you. One day you will die in utter regret! No one will mourn your death!”
“……”
“Everyone will turn their backs on you. Anyone who has seen your true nature will!”
Shakra knew I had no intention of sparing her life. This was her last, desperate attempt at revenge. Her words planted a seed of unease in my heart.
But unfortunately, her curse stirred no emotion in me whatsoever.
“Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen.”
“What…?”
“You’re wrong.”
Staring into Shakra’s eyes—widened in shock—I snapped her neck.
Crack!
Her cervical vertebrae shattered, completely severing the connection between brain and body. The hatred drained from Shakra’s eyes as they sank into darkness.
“Huu…”
Feeling the situation had finally been settled, I stared down at the corpse for a moment, adjusted my clothes, and pulled a scroll from my subspace. It was enchanted with fire magic—more than enough to burn a human body without leaving a trace.
Rip!
The moment I tore the scroll, a small flame appeared near Shakra’s chest. It grew instantly, engulfing her entire body. When the flames finally died down, only charred remnants remained.
After cleaning even those traces with a magic purifier, every sign that someone named Shakra had ever existed in this world vanished completely.
“Huu… So this is really the end.”
A bitter taste filled my mouth. As I mulled over the filthy aftertaste, I stuffed my mask and robe into my subspace pouch and stepped into the waiting room passage.
If I hid in an appropriate room and emerged later, the coward who had betrayed his friends and survived would be complete.
I won’t be able to stay near Abel anymore.
Even if Abel forgave me, the people around him would never allow it. I had become a loner once again.