Fairies Who Reclaimed Their Souls (1)
"Alan, dinner's ready!"
"Ah, yes. Just finishing this—I'll be right there."
At Aila's call, I split the last of the firewood and set the axe down. I wiped the sweat from my face with the towel slung around my neck, washed my hands at the tap, and headed for the dining hall.
Kant, my assassination target, had left the sanctuary yesterday on some errand. I'd considered tailing him, but in the end I chose to stay behind. Following him wouldn't have changed a thing—whatever he was off doing, he was still a man I had to kill. Better to use his absence to set a trap.
His rank and level were higher than mine, but I could resurrect. I wasn't about to lose to him. Still, it was going to be a nasty fight, no question.
Tonight. I'll start tonight.
There was no telling when Kant would be back. I hadn't lifted a finger yesterday even after he left, just in case he doubled back. A full day had passed now. Safe to assume he wasn't walking through that door anytime soon.
Starting tonight, I would lay the trap for that big fish named Kant. And the first piece of that trap...
"...Welcome, Alan."
Is you, Loshuka.
The 3-star Fairy. Loshuka.
"Rina, how are you feeling today?"
"....."
"...Alright. I understand."
Rina answered Heni's question with silence, as she always did. Looking at the girl whose despair was still written all over her face, Kant's Fairy allowed herself a bitter smile.
"Shall we turn in, then?"
"Yes, Aila."
"....."
Aila, freshly washed, waited until Heni and Rina were in their beds before she put out the light.
Rina still hadn't gotten over her master's death. She tried to kill herself at every opportunity, and to stop her, at least one other Fairy always shared her room. The strongest person in the Fairy Sanctuary was Kant Kepri. The next strongest was Rina, which was why Kant's room sat right next to hers—so he could reach her in an instant if she ever tried to take her own life.
But Kant was away on whatever business had called him off, and that was why Aila and Heni had been staying in Rina's room since yesterday. One of them alone might not be able to stop her. Two of them could.
Nn... nngh?!
"...Hm?"
Aila had been heading for her own bed when she thought she heard a muffled moan from beyond the door. Had she imagined it? She cocked her head and listened.
"Is something wrong, Aila?"
"No, it's nothing. I thought I heard something... I must have imagined it. Go to sleep."
Aila shook her head at Heni's question and lay down.
"Hah... that was close."
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmngh!"
"Shh. I told you to keep quiet."
"Nnnn! Nnnngh!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Loshuka kept thrashing even after he'd told her to be still, her mouth stopped up by his hand, and the man's face twisted in irritation. He reached out and closed his fingers around her throat. Air cut off, Loshuka beat at his arm with everything she had, trying to tear it away—but a Fairy with a Strength stat of a mere thirty-nine couldn't budge him.
A fist drove into her solar plexus.
"....!"
What her resistance bought her was a merciless beating. The blow to her gut nearly blacked her out, and after a few more punches to the stomach with his hand still locked around her throat, the grass-green-haired Fairy went limp, every ounce of strength draining from her body.
"Kh—hack!"
Sensing the fight go out of her, the man flung the whimpering Loshuka onto the bed. Then he came toward her at a leisurely pace, the unhurried gait of a predator that already had its herbivore by the throat.
Step. Step. Step.
With every stride, his clothes sloughed off him like a snake shedding its skin. By the time he stood over Loshuka, there was not a thread left on him.
"Ngh!"
He wound his fist in her grass-green hair and forced her eyes to his. A grin spread across his face.
"From now on, you don't make a sound until I tell you to. You make a sound, and it's going to hurt. A lot. Got it?"
"Why... why are you doing this... Alan..."
The name slipped from Loshuka's terrified lips and stripped the man of his anonymity. He was Alan—the only man left in the sanctuary.
His open palm cracked across her face.
"Aah!"
"I said no sound until I tell you. Do my words not count as words to you?"
Another slap.
"Hhk!"
"Oh? Another one?"
A third.
"....."
Three slaps in, Loshuka barely managed to swallow the scream that tried to tear out of her. Alan stroked her burning cheek as if she'd done well.
"There. Good girl. Bad Fairies who don't listen get punished. But our Loshuka is a good Fairy, isn't she? So she's going to do as she's told."
"....."
Loshuka trembled, shaking so hard her teeth nearly chattered. Alan's face crumpled.
"I said don't make noise. I didn't say ignore me. You can at least nod."
"Ngh!"
He grabbed her breast through her clothes, savage, as if he meant to tear it off. A moan escaped her. When he raised his hand again, ready to strike, she bit down hard on her lip and nodded in a frantic hurry.
The picture of total surrender. Alan lowered his hand, smiling with satisfaction.
"That's our Loshuka. A good Fairy. But Loshuka—everything you just got hit for? That was all you. If you'd listened the way you're listening now, none of this would've happened. Right?"
"....."
Afraid of setting him off again, she nodded at once. The smile at the corner of Alan's mouth deepened.
What... what is happening?
The Alan in front of her left Loshuka reeling. She had been about to go to bed when he appeared at her door. His pretext was a drink—just one, together. She had been on the verge of accepting. And in the instant before she nodded, a man's voice, thick with rage, had poured into her ear.
You filthy bitch! You couldn't even protect your own master, and now you want to whore yourself out?!
The voice abusing poor Loshuka belonged to none other than her dead Master, Bak Ismail. The dead man hounded her like a vengeful spirit. Whenever she tried to be kind to another man, he was there, condemning her without fail.
Bak Ismail had not been some great dark sorcerer who could cheat death, nor had he returned as a genuine wraith. The voice was nothing but an auditory hallucination, born of the guilt of a Fairy who had failed to protect her Master.
...I'll have to decline.
So Loshuka had turned Alan down. A woman who couldn't protect her Master had no right to be happy. She was supposed to live in pain for the rest of her life and atone.
Up to that moment, she had expected him to give her that familiar wry smile and leave, the way he always did.
Hah... this fucking bitch is really pissing me off. Can't we do this the easy way, you stupid cunt?
...Alan? Kyaah—?!
He didn't leave. He didn't smile. His face twisted like some street thug's, and he clamped a hand over her mouth, shoved her down, and pinned her. Which had brought them here.
Is this... is this really Alan?
Loshuka could not believe that the naked man wearing that dangerous smile was the same person. That kind, gentle Alan—smiling like that.
Then he pressed forward.
"Been a while since you had a cock, hasn't it? Go on. Suck it like you're starving."
The words came out of him like something a lowlife would say, and he dragged the thick weapon hanging between his legs across her lips. Loshuka startled and bit down on instinct.
Alan's face warped into something demonic.
"Not gonna suck? How many more hits is it gonna take to knock some sense into you?"
"...Hhk."
She was no different now from a herbivore with a carnivore's jaws locked on the scruff of its neck. The only thing left for her to do was whatever Alan told her. Tears welled and slid down her cheeks—and her lips parted.
"Mmph—?!"
The instant they opened, a vein-ridged cock shoved into her mouth. Alan grabbed her head and used it like a toy, rocking her on him. A cockhead the size of a newborn's fist battered the back of her throat without mercy. Loshuka squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the surge of nausea.
"Tsk. No technique at all. Then again, I'm not your Master, so I suppose that figures. Well—it's a little early, but..."
"Ghhk! Kh—hack!"
Alan clicked his tongue, dissatisfied, and shoved her onto her back. Air rushed back into her lungs and she coughed herself raw. Before she could gather her wits, he stripped her nightgown and panties off in a single pull. Smooth mounds, and a cunt so dry there wasn't a hint of wetness on it, lay bare before him. He rubbed his spit-slick cock against her.
"N-no... please don't..."
"Yeah, I will. And Loshuka—I told you not to make a sound."
He ignored her pleading and drove his hips forward. The thick shaft forced her walls apart and shoved its way in to the root. A scream tore out of her at the savage pain between her legs—and died just as fast, because Alan clapped a hand over her mouth the moment he was inside.
"From this day forward, I'll be your master, Loshuka."
He pinned her with his weight and started to move. Helpless under a strength she couldn't hope to match, Loshuka could only pray that this hell would end.
I'll get you back for this! If I can't have my revenge, I'll become a demon and curse you for the rest of your miserable life!
The thrusting went on, and there was nothing in it but pain. A Fairy felt not the slightest pleasure when she lay with anyone but her own Master. It was a law as fundamental to Masters and Fairies as breathing—an axiom no one questioned.
And yet... that law had begun to come undone.
"Nngh—I'm coming!"
He spilled into her.
...Huh?
Like a single shaft of light punching through a wall of cloud, a thread of pleasure cut through the pain. After so long without it, the dizzying sweetness wrenched a moan from her before she knew it was coming.
"...Hahhn~!"
"....."
Loshuka looked up at the man panting above her. A moment ago she would have killed him by any means she could find. And yet—it was strange. Somehow, Alan looked precious to her. The way a Master did, when you looked at him.
What—what is that supposed to mean? Master? There's no way this bastard is my Master!
The thought startled her so badly she tried to crush it. The denial didn't last.
"Nngh—second one!"
"Nn, nnnngh~!"
Alan came inside her again. The pleasure before had not been a trick of the mind. A sensation that shook her skull to its foundations ripped through her, and there was no holding the sounds back.
Master, Master, Master... why can't I... remember my Master's face...?
The face of her dead Master was slipping away.
Ah... ahhh... he's so precious...
The Alan she had loathed now looked beloved.
"Nnnnngh!"
"Hhn, hahhn, aaaaaaah~!"
A third climax. A fourth. The moment Alan felt himself peak he didn't hold back—he poured himself into Loshuka's cunt every time. And still his cock stayed as hard as if he hadn't come once.
He came, and came, and came.
When the fifth and final climax was over—
To Loshuka, Alan was no longer the man she had wanted dead. He was her one and only Master in all the world. The unique, irreplaceable one.
"Please—please love me, Master! Let me feel your love! Ahhh, I love you, Master! I love you!"
Of her own will, Loshuka threw her arms around him and clung, begging for his love. The phantom voice of her former Master—the one that had called her a whore—had gone silent. She couldn't hear it anymore.