Kant Kepri (4)

A bright red liquid trickled from Heni's pussy, spilling out around the cock buried inside her. It was blood. There was no mistaking it.

It could have been a tear in her vaginal walls — but the instant I pushed in, I felt it. The barrier blocking my cock ripped apart. If I wasn't imagining things, that was a hymen.

Why the hell does she have a hymen?

The fact that Heni still had one hit me like a brick. Fairies look exactly like humans. Female fairies have hymens too — and under ordinary circumstances, that hymen gets torn on the day they're summoned. That's just how it works. No red-blooded man is going to leave a beautiful fairy who just swore him lifelong loyalty untouched. And there's no universe in which a fairy refuses a Master who's got his sights on her. If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠anything, she'd be the one doing the seducing. A fairy turning her Master down? I'd swear on the heavens that has never happened.

I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠never summoned a fairy myself, but even I knew that much. Which is exactly why this threw me. Heni having a hymen meant Kant had never once laid a hand on her since the day he called her.

Kant. The same Kant who all but drooled over masterless fairies. And he'd never touched Heni?

What the fuck? Is this guy some hardcore NTR freak?

Was that it? The type who just couldn't feel any sexual pull toward his own fairy?

"Aaaagh! Get away from Heni! Get the hell off her, you son of a bitch!"

Judging by the way he was howling, he was an NTR freak, all right — just not the hardcore kind. So then why hadn't he ever slept with his own fairy?

This bastard is genuinely impossible to figure out.

I'd thought I had a decent read on Kant. I was wrong. He was a far more unpredictable, far more disgusting piece of work than I'd given him credit for.

Well. Anyway...

From where I was sitting, this was a jackpot. It's a trashy thing to say, but whether in my last life or this one, I'd never once been with a virgin. Every girlfriend I'd had back on Earth had already been with someone else. Not that I had some weird hang-up about virgins. Virgin or not, if I loved someone, I didn't much care what their past looked like.

Well — with caveats. If they were a psychopath, a kleptomaniac, or the type who got off on gambling, I couldn't spend a lifetime with them no matter how much I loved them. Try to build a life with someone like that and you're both going straight to hell together.

Anyway. Back to the point. Judging by the way Kant was acting, he'd cherished Heni. Deeply. Maybe he'd had some purpose in keeping her virginity intact all this time.

And I'd just swallowed whole the girl he'd so carefully protected.

Nice. Fuck, this is really, really nice.

I'm realizing it all over again, but yeah. I'm trash. I rammed my cock into the pussy of a fairy who'd kept her virginity, right in front of her Master. The Master is losing his mind. The fairy is crying tears of pain and loss. What would be a one-of-a-kind tragedy to anybody else looks, to my eyes, almost beautiful.

I gripped Heni's waist and started to move.

"Aaaaagh!"

"Uwaaaaagh! Alan! You son of a bitch! I'll kill you! I swear to god I'll kill you!"

Heni screamed. Kant's eyes bulged like they were about to pop out of his skull. I rolled my hips and spoke to him over the sound of it.

"Don't you want to know how I made Rina my fairy? I was just about to tell you. Or would you rather not hear it?"

"....."

At the offer to learn how to become the Master of a masterless fairy, Kant's mouth snapped shut. He was furious — his own fairy was getting fucked right in front of him — but he wanted that method even more.

"Heh. Heh heh heh. I'm a piece of work, I'll give you that. But you? You're disgusting."

I laughed in his face and kept rolling my hips.

"Kh-hh... I'm sorry, Master. Ngh! I'm so sorry... hic...!"

"....."

Even with my cock buried in her, Heni was apologizing to Kant. My arousal spiked past anything I could control. I fucked her from behind like an animal, hips slamming forward. She still wasn't my fairy, so her pussy didn't produce a drop of wetness.

If Heni had been human, her body would have forced out lubrication on its own even in the middle of being raped, just to protect the vaginal walls. But she was a fairy. Rather than wet herself to spare the tissue, she chose to let the wounds carve themselves into her flesh. That wasn't her will. It was instinct — the instinct of her entire race.

"Huuuph! I'm cumming!"

"Khhnnn!"

I pumped my load into Heni's pussy. Her face twisted. Kant couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of his fairy being violated. He'd bitten through his own lip; blood ran down his chin. And still he didn't look away. No — he wouldn't look away. Not if it meant learning my trade secret for turning a masterless fairy into his own.

The moment I finished emptying myself inside her, a familiar window bloomed in front of my eyes. Three more times. That was all. To take a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠3-star fairy, four ejaculations were enough.

Three-star. Easy.

Coming three more times was nothing to me. In my rush to make every fairy in the sanctuary mine as fast as possible, I'd already figured out how to cut down the time it took to finish. Whether that was something to be proud of, I wasn't sure.

I started moving my hips again, working on the remaining count. The load I'd just dumped inside her stood in for the lubrication her body refused to give me, and the slide got easier.

"....."

Kant still wouldn't look away from the sight of Heni being fucked.

"Anh! Ahhng~! Ah, aahh... Master! It feels so good!"

"Th-that's impossible..."

Heni was moaning sweetly, rolling her own hips, and the sight of it hit Kant like a physical blow. A fairy — climbing on top of someone who wasn't her Master, moving her waist of her own accord? That didn't happen. That couldn't happen. Minutes ago she hadn't even been enjoying this. She'd been in pain.

Kant tried to deny the freak occurrence unfolding in front of him. It wasn't an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠illusion. It wasn't a lie. It was reality, plain and undeniable.

"See that, Kant? This is how you do it. This is how you take a fairy who already has a Master — not just the ones who don't. Hey. Tighten that pussy up."

I smacked her cute little ass.

"Hah~! I'm sorry, Master! Nngh~!"

Heni clenched down, and the grip around my cock went tight.

"The soul bond... it's breaking..."

Kant watched it happen in real time: his fairy becoming mine. The soul-link tethering Kant to Heni snapped. The mark engraved on her lower belly — Kant's mark — vanished, and over the bare skin a snake emblem bloomed in its place. Mine.

Status window.

The system itself confirmed it. Heni was my fairy now. She was no longer Kant's. She belonged to me — Alan Han.

"Hup!"

"Nnnnngh~!"

Heni felt me spill into her again and cried out, sweet and wrecked, her whole body shuddering. I pulled out, and everything I'd pumped into her came sliding out of her pussy in a thick, pale trickle.

"....."

Kant stared at the cum pooling on the ground in front of him like he couldn't believe it was real.

"See? That's how you steal a fairy."

"S-so you just have to violate them?"

"Heh. Heh heh heh."

I burst out laughing. Kant was back to speaking politely, as if the cursing had never happened. The second he thought he could get what he wanted, the rage just... evaporated.

"Yeah. You just have to fuck them."

"...More."

"Hm? What was that?"

"Simply violating them does not make you a fairy's Master! Tell me the rest! There is something you haven't said. Isn't there?"

"Oh, fuck. How did you know that?"

I was genuinely impressed. Kant was sharper than I'd given him credit for. And then something clicked, and my face went hard.

"You son of a bitch... you've already tried it, haven't you?"

"....."

"Wow. Unbelievable. You fucking bastard. Wow! I said it before, but as much of a piece of shit as I am — you are a genuine, grade-A piece of shit. You've raped other fairies!"

"....."

I let the contempt sit in my voice, and Kant's mouth stayed shut. Silence is as good as a confession. He'd done it. Sometime in the past, Kant had violated a fairy who'd lost her Master. If he hadn't, he would have denied it on the spot. And he'd been so sure I was holding something back — that kind of certainty doesn't come from guesswork. It comes from experience.

Wow. He really was trash.

A fairy who'd lost her Master was still someone else's fairy. And he'd put his hands on her anyway. Kant was a real piece of garbage.

What? I'm the same?

Come on. Even I don't sink to that level. When I take another man's fairy, it's to give her real happiness. And the fairies who've ended up in my arms have been happy, haven't they? Kant never managed that. His sorry dick couldn't pull a single despairing fairy out of her suffering. Which means everything he did was just trash being trash — serving nobody but himself.

What, don't call me a hypocrite?

Please. The world is already this cold to me. The least I can do is go easy on myself. And honestly — who isn't a hypocrite? Hypocrisy is human nature.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes! I want to know! I'll tell you everything I know, so please—"

"Then die first."

"...What?"

I drove my sword through the nape of Kant's neck. The blade punched out the other side and buried itself in the floor.

"Khhek?!"

The life started draining out of his body. He looked up at me with a question in his eyes — why? — and then the light in those eyes went out completely.

"I got this ability after I died, you know. So if you want it that badly, you've got to die too. But it won't work for you. I can come back. You can't."

I was kind enough to clear up his last lingering question. Then I pulled a sack from my inventory and dropped his head into it. This was the exam paper I'd be turning in to Montblanc. All that was left was to get it graded.

"Is it over, Master?"

"You worked so hard, Master."

The moment Kant died, the fairies who'd been hiding nearby stepped into the open. Loshuka, Beka, Jenny, Tria... and Aila. Every fairy from the sanctuary who was already mine. I'd stationed them around the area just in case. They wouldn't have been much help in a real fight — but if things had gone south, I'd been ready to throw them in.

"Yeah. It's over. Strip everything that bastard's wearing. Dump the body somewhere out of sight. Hungry beasts will take care of the rest."

"Yes."

The fairies set to work collecting Kant's weapons and armor. I watched them for a moment, then stretched.

I almost would have felt bad.

Thank god Kant wasn't a good person. If he'd been decent all the way to the end, I would have remembered him for the rest of my life.

"Let's head back down."

"Yes, Master."

Once the area was cleaned up, I returned to the sanctuary with my fairies.