The Fairies Who Reclaimed Their Souls (6)

Of the three beds, only the one at the far end had its blanket bunched up in a telltale bulge. That was Rina's.

I walked over and yanked the covers back.

"Hup!"

"Figured as much."

The instant the blanket came away, a fist wreathed in orange light came flying at my face. I'd expected a punch from under there, so I swatted it aside and stepped back.

If I just dumped my load into her pussy while she was asleep, this whole thing would be over in seconds. But this was a 5-star Fairy we were talking about. Nothing that easy was ever going to happen.

I'd already run through the worst-case scenarios, and one of them was exactly this — Rina coming at me swinging.

Rina, who'd been lying on the bed a moment ago, was already on her feet in a fighting stance, glaring at me. Lean, leopard-like muscle rippled across her body, every taut fiber of it flaunting its presence without a shred of restraint.

"Just a bra and panties, huh? That how you always sleep, or were you waiting for me?"

She said nothing.

"Not going to answer? Fine. I like that stance."

The look in Rina's eyes said she had no intention of exchanging a single word with an enemy. I shrugged and mirrored her, settling into a stance of my own.

"But can you even take me? You're fucking weak right now."

Rina currently carried the worst possible negative trait — Soul Loss — which drained every one of her stats by a single point with each passing day.

Originally, most of her primary stats had sat above 85. Now they'd cratered into the sixties. Her lowest stat, Luck, had hit zero a long time ago.

Her skill levels were unaffected by Soul Loss, but that hardly mattered. Skills needed stats as a foundation to do any real damage. No matter how high the skill level, it couldn't perform if the numbers underneath were garbage.

Rina stared me down a moment longer. Then she moved.

She bounded over the bed in a single leap, soared into the air, and threw a punch at my head.

I didn't dodge. I took it clean. The impact snapped my head to the side, but I didn't give an inch of ground.

My current Durability was 98 — 88, plus 10. A punch from Rina with no skill behind it was something I could tank without breaking a sweat.

She'd thrown that punch to feel me out. I'd taken it for the same reason — to get a read on her.

This much is nothing.

One hit. At this rate, she'd need to land hundreds of basic attacks just to put me down. Her probing was still ongoing. Mine was already done.

"Be a good girl and become my Fairy!"

I reached for her.

Rina tried to slap my hand away and counter in the same motion. But with her Strength dropped to 63, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she couldn't budge my arm.

When my hand kept coming, unbent, toward her throat, her eyes went wide and she scrambled backward.

"You're not getting away!"

I chased after her, reaching to grab her. Playing tag in a cramped room wasn't going to last long — and on top of that, my Agility was a full 40 points higher than hers.

Rina seemed to realize running was pointless. She snapped back into a stance and prepared to counter.

But why isn't she running?

She could smash a window and bolt. I'd catch her soon enough, sure — but she wasn't even trying to flee. Did she actually think she could take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me down?

Well, if she doesn't run, that's better for me.

I had no interest in a tedious game of cat and mouse. Kant could burst in at any moment. I needed Rina as my Fairy before that happened.

The close-quarters brawl began.

Four arms tangled in a chaotic blur. Twisting her body to slip my hands, Rina lashed out at intervals with vicious strikes aimed at my solar plexus, my throat — even my cock. Attacks aimed at vital points weren't something I could just tank, so those I had to block or dodge.

Fighter class, huh? Holy shit, her footwork is insane.

The fact that she could move this nimbly at a range close enough to feel each other's breath — I couldn't help but be impressed.

Nngh... If I went at her with killing intent, I could put her down. But I can't, and it's driving me crazy.

I planned to have Rina fight when I took down Kant. That meant I had to capture her as intact as possible.

One of us could kill. The other had to take their opponent alive and unharmed. No matter how massive the stat gap, it was obvious which side was fighting with the heavier handicap.

Then Rina sprang up with startling agility, drove both legs into my chest, and flipped backward in a fluid backflip. The distance between us opened in an instant.

"Where do you think you're— huh?"

Rina's fists bloomed with orange light.

The reason she'd been fighting bare-knuckled until now — and the reason she was using a skill now — was simple. Her probing was over too.

"Tsk."

Guess I've got no choice.

I'd wanted to settle this before she went all-out. Too late for that now. I'd have to go all-out myself and pin her down.

Main Attribute Shift.

Rina's attribute was Light. Light's weakness was Void. That meant the damage I took from her dropped by 20 percent, and the damage I dealt rose by the same amount.

That alone was a massive buff. I didn't stop there.

Lust Release.

Invisible energy spilled from my bracelet and soaked into my body. Stimulated by Rina standing there in nothing but her underwear, my cock swelled in an instant. Right now I had only one desire in the world — I wanted to fuck Rina senseless.

Molt.

The instant I used Molt, the Lust Release curse clinging to me vanished. Every stat ticked up by a single point, and my gem count plunged from 1,570 to 570.

But none of that was why I'd used the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skill. I'd used it for this.

I felt snake scales pushing up through the skin beneath my clothes.

Reinforced Snake Scales raised my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Durability by 3 points and cut incoming physical and magical damage by 10 percent. Combined with the attribute shift, the total damage I took was now reduced by 30 percent.

To capture Rina intact, my defense had to be overwhelmingly higher than her offense. That was the only way to pin her without leaving a mark.

The moment my preparations were done, Rina's Fist Aura came screaming in. Not once — she poured it on in a relentless barrage.

It was a mana-charged attack, no question, and the impact was considerable. But with 30 percent of that force shaved off, I could tank it.

I walked straight through the aura hammering my chest. Rina's face twisted. She'd probably never seen anyone close the distance this stupidly before.

Deciding this wasn't going to work, she sprang sideways.

I sprang with her — and caught her in midair. She clearly hadn't expected anyone to jump faster and higher than she had, and her face flooded with shock.

We hit the floor hard.

"Heh heh heh. You're not a bitch — you're a she-cat."

"Nngh! Let go of me!"

"Not a chance."

"...Aaaaagh!"

Rina thrashed in my grip, but I only crushed her tighter against me. Pure, overwhelming Strength cinched around her body, and she couldn't hold out — a scream tore out of her.

"Hup."

I pinned her with my weight so she couldn't wriggle free, reached down, and hooked her panties aside. Then I just tore my own pants and underwear clean off. They were ordinary clothes I could replace with a handful of coin. I wasn't attached to them.

The instant my cock pressed against her ass, Rina's eyes flew wide.

"N-no! Don't! I don't want this!"

Her struggling turned frantic. She'd finally figured out what I was about to do to her.

"Too late. Accept your fate, Rina."

"Hhk! No! I don't— kkhhhh?!"

A scream like a wounded animal ripped through her clenched teeth.

"Kh... tight as hell."

My cock had forced the door open and driven inside. Thick as a spear, it split her inner walls and pushed deeper, and deeper, until it slammed into a wall and stopped. The brutal strike against the mouth of her womb tore another scream out of her.

When that thick cock began to piston, scraping vaginal walls dry as desert earth, Rina howled like a beast. She bucked and twisted, desperate to get away from me, but a woman locked in my grip had nowhere to go.

I pinned her upper body with my arms and wound my legs around hers. Coiled around her like a snake, I moved nothing but my hips.

I kept that same position, thrusting, for about ten minutes before I felt it coming.

I'm finishing. Right now.

Ordinarily I would have held out to the edge and then some. But this wasn't about the pleasure of sex. The point was acquiring the Fairy named Rina.

I didn't hold back. I emptied myself inside her, pulse after pulse after pulse.

Hot semen flooded her womb, and Rina let out a low, broken moan. Tears had already wrecked her face.

Twelve percent from a single load? So that's... nine times? Is it because her rank is so high? The count jumped hard.

To make Rina mine, I needed to finish inside her nine times in total. I'd just done it once. Eight more to go.

Heh heh heh. Eight times is nothing.

I'd knocked both Aquaril and Oralisa unconscious even when my Stamina had been lower than it was now. Eight loads was a walk in the park.

But why did she get so quiet?

Rina had been howling like an animal. Now she was suddenly far too still. A nameless unease crawled up my spine, and I turned her face toward me.

"...Khack!"

She coughed, and blood sprayed across my face. For a second my brain just... stopped. Why the hell was she coughing up blood?

"...You fucking bitch!"

It didn't take long to figure out what she'd done. She'd bitten through her own tongue so I couldn't keep violating her.

What she hadn't counted on was this —

"You'd better brace yourself. I'm taking your ass next."

I had a healing skill.

I used Multi Heal on her wounds. The bleeding stopped, and the severed stump of her tongue sealed over in seconds.

This isn't the time to linger.

I kept Multi Heal running and started moving my hips again. The skill could close injuries, but it couldn't regenerate a severed body part. If I left her like this, Rina would spend the rest of her life without a tongue. I needed to make her my Fairy fast and get her to a healing center for proper treatment — a high-level, high-grade healer's skill could restore even a severed limb.

"You stupid bitch! Biting your tongue won't kill you!"

I cursed her for the idiotic choice while I kept thrusting.

Biting your tongue doesn't kill you. You don't bleed out. The tongue doesn't roll back and block your airway. The idea that it was a way to die was nothing but an old wives' tale.

"Ah, this is so fucking annoying!"

At least I'd learned one thing. Rina's personality was anything but ordinary.