The Bakery Girl (9)
I made my way to a deserted spot behind the faculty building, a place no one ever bothered to look, and began to retch.
“Uuuugh! Uuuek!”
I shoved my fingers down my throat, desperate to vomit up every last drop of the semen I had swallowed.
“I’m crazy, I’m crazy! How could I do something like that…”
I tried with a devastated heart to force it all out, yet nothing came up from my throat.
I had only meant to repay the professor’s kindness with my hand, but somehow it had ended up like this.
No—what the hell had that even been?
Anton, standing before me, tense and trembling.
In that moment I had wanted to defeat him.
Using a woman’s weapons, I had wanted to bring the man I admired to his knees and make him my captive.
So I got greedy, and that was how this disaster happened, wasn’t it?
The professor must have enjoyed himself, but…
“I’m dizzy… Hahaha.”
They say when a person is truly shaken, empty laughter spills out.
I let out a hollow laugh and forced my trembling body to settle.
Even now I wanted to run back to the professor and tell him that what had just happened was a mistake.
I wanted to die for doing something so utterly insane.
“Crazy bitch, why the hell did you kiss him? Haa… haa…”
I had endured worse things before, but those had been forced on me; I could always make excuses.
But what had just happened…
Was my mind starting to change because my body had changed?
“No way… No! It’s not!”
I shouted the words in a strong, conviction-filled voice.
“What’s not?”
“Who…?”
I flinched and spun around, then froze in horror.
A familiar face stood there. The red-haired troublemaker of the swordsmanship department.
Sam—the one who had raped me.
“May Blair, it was a real pain hunting you down…”
“Why are you looking for me, you bastard!”
His brow twitched. He couldn’t possibly have failed to understand what I meant.
“Because I want to do it one more time.”
That thick-skinned face nearly left me speechless.
“Haa? What? Even shamelessness has its limits.”
I drew the sword at my waist.
I swore to myself I would not be taken so easily this time.
He smirked and met my gaze head-on.
The moment I saw Sam’s fierce, sharp eyes, my body flinched of its own accord.
Right—thinking it over again, if I fought I would obviously lose. How could I possibly win with my skills?
The place was deserted, but if I could just get inside the building someone might help.
I decided to buy time and edge closer to the building.
“Who do you think you are, deciding you can do whatever you want with me? Are you that special?”
I kept the anger out of my voice. Provoking him could get me hurt.
“A freshman girl like you? I can do whatever I want. Curious, are you?”
“If that Dufresne bastard hadn’t interfered, I would have dragged you off and spoiled you rotten.”
“You’d be clinging to my side right now, whimpering. Ah, and I heard Dufresne got cut because of you?”
Sam drew his sword and began walking slowly toward me.
That characteristic vile smile made me want to throw up all over again.
“Stay back! You vermin!”
Part of me wanted revenge.
Of course it was a stupid idea. I knew perfectly well a few months of sword training would never be enough to beat him.
But how was I supposed to just endure it? The memory of being shamefully violated was still as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.
It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt. No—it still hurt right now. My chest felt tight and heavy.
And the fear rising inside me stabbed straight through my heart.
I quietly bit my lip and gripped the hilt hard.
“Nice look in your eyes. Try making that face while I’m thrusting into you.”
He watched me with a pleased expression.
Disgusting bastard… The instant the thought crossed my mind, Sam’s figure vanished from in front of me.
“Where—?”
The whoosh of a swinging blade rang out.
My eyes snapped upward.
But already the descending flash of steel was reflected in my pupils.
Clang!
Sword met sword.
The blade left my hand, arced through the air, and buried itself in the ground.
“You’ve improved a little. Looks like you trained pretty hard. I’ll give you credit, May.”
Sam tilted his head and smiled.
“This is really fucking annoying…”
The hand that had lost the sword trembled with pain.
But I couldn’t beg for mercy now.
I twisted my body and sprinted toward the building that held the professors’ offices.
Thud!
I lost my balance, crashed down, and rolled across the dirt.
Sam must have kicked me in the waist.
“Kh…”
The thick taste of blood filled my mouth.
In the end it was useless…
“Please save me! Help me!”
As a last resort I screamed with every ounce of strength I had left, praying someone would hear and come.
Thud!
It hurt.
Sam’s fist slammed into my solar plexus.
I couldn’t even scream.
My body stiffened; strength refused to answer.
Is this the end?
A sweet metallic taste rode my ragged breath. The limit was closing in.
I never should have come here… I thought that while clutching my stomach and gasping.
My blue eyes glared up at Sam, filled with hatred.
“What are you glaring at? Making one like you disappear is nothing.”
I forced a deep breath. My mind was clouding, but I clung to it.
Sam walked over to where I lay and roughly seized a fistful of my hair.
“Ugh… Don’t!”
I wanted to cry. I had sworn I would never cry again after that day.
Pop! Pop!
He tore open my uniform blouse; the buttons flew off.
“Yeah, this is it! How is any man supposed to hold back looking at this?”
He grinned and began groping my breasts.
“Is your pussy doing all right?”
Tears spilled over.
There was nothing I could do, and I hated my powerless self so much it burned.
Frozen solid with terror, I couldn’t even resist.
“Please don’t…”
The moment the words left my mouth, Sam shoved his hand under my skirt.
“Hic…”
A short sob escaped with my breath.
“What? You’re soaking wet.”
His fingers wriggled between my legs as he kept talking.
“Did thinking about me doing you get you this excited? Pfft…”
He yanked my hair hard.
My lips trembled.
I had no idea what to do, and the frustration brought more tears.
“Please save me…”
I pleaded in a tearful voice.
Sam gave no answer. He simply looked down at me with an excited face, drunk on his own power, wearing a thoroughly satisfied expression.
“Why pick a fight when you knew it would end like this? Huh?”
“Shall we do it right here? Or do you want to go somewhere quieter?”
“….”
I never dreamed I would feel something this complicated. It was too tangled to put into words.
Resentment, injustice, shame, fear, agony.
Tears dripped steadily down my cheeks.
“If Professor Anton finds out, you’ll be in serious trouble.”
It was humiliating, but I used the professor’s name.
A dozen things swirled in my mouth; this was all that came out.
“Professor Anton? If he lays a hand on me he’ll get fired. You don’t even know what family I come from, do you? Hehe…”
With a chilling smile Sam hauled my body upright.
“People might see us here, so come with me for a bit.”
My body, staring at him in silence, already looked like a wreck.
Dirt and wounds everywhere, the uniform long since ruined. Just standing left my breathing rough and my eyes losing focus in short bursts.
Suddenly Sam’s gaze sank into something cold and sharp.
“Paul?”
In the small clearing behind the faculty building, Paul stepped quietly out of one corner, drew his sword without a word, and walked forward with heavy, deliberate steps.
“Kyaa!”
Sam shoved me aside and dropped into a stance, eyes locked on Paul, tension written across his face.
One mistake and I die. Paul’s footsteps grew careful, as if he were walking on thin ice.
His golden eyes catalogued every twitch of Sam’s body, hunting for an opening. He was moving slowly now, but the opponent was Sam—one of the strongest among the second-years.
Sooner or later the patience of the two men locked in this standoff would snap, and then movement would be forced.
That instant would be the chance.
He had to find a gap somehow and finish it in a single stroke.
How long had the war of nerves between Paul and Sam already lasted?
Sam’s arm muscles twitched. A phantom trajectory drew itself across Paul’s vision.
Now. Paul thought it and thrust his sword forward.
Impact slammed into his body.
“Keok…”
Paul’s eyes flew wide as blood burst from his side.
The cut was not deep, yet the body that had been sliced by the blade shuddered violently.
His gaze shuddered with it.
He twisted on pure instinct, shielding himself, enduring the searing pain.
Sam’s attack had been cunning.
Paul had been deceived; the real strike came from another angle.
To be precise, he had noticed midway through. By twisting he managed to keep the wound from going deep.
“Hup…”
“Dodged it? I heard you’re the one Anton’s been favoring lately.”
“Don’t trust Anton too much. Half the reason I ended up like this is because of that guy.”
Finished speaking, Sam settled back into stance.
Then he launched the blade with a sharp whoosh—lightning speed.
The steel tore through the air and drove hard into Paul’s shoulder.