Chapter 139 - Woof Angel Winte!
'Ah, I'm fucked.'
Clarice sensed mortal danger. She figured she'd take a serious injury. Even if Hypno had said he'd save her, she honestly couldn't quite believe it.
The boar wolf's fangs were a hair's breadth from touching Clarice.
Thwack!
"Hngh!"
Claaang!
Wintineas slipped between the boar wolf and Clarice, crossing her twin swords to block the beast's fangs. But she only managed to stop the attack itself—she couldn't halt the momentum behind the swing. Wintineas and Clarice went flying backward.
"Winte!"
Thud!
Right after Wintineas and Clarice were sent tumbling, Hypno's Cheonma's Orb smashed into the boar wolf's flank.
-Grahk!
Struck dead-center by the Cheonma's Orb, the boar wolf's ribs shattered completely. A jagged bone fragment pierced its heart, and it dropped dead on the spot.
"Winte, you okay!?"
Hypno had used his boosted dynamic vision from his enhanced stats to fire off Lightning at the last possible second, planning to swoop in and save Clarice. He wanted to see her freaked-out face after her narrow escape. But he hadn't expected Wintineas to jump in and save her herself.
Wintineas, who had ended up sprawled on the ground next to Clarice after flying back, looked up at Hypno with a totally unfazed expression.
"I'm…… fine."
Then Wintineas turned her head and asked Clarice,
"You okay…… Clarice?"
"Uh…… y-yeah."
"Good…… then."
Wintineas stood up and extended a hand to Clarice.
"Here."
"Mm……."
Clarice, still dazed, took Wintineas's hand and rose to her feet.
"Oh, gotta grab the loot."
Wintineas turned and walked toward the boar wolf's corpse. She swung her twin swords at its fangs from both sides.
Clang!Crack!
"Ah."
She'd swung to cut out the fangs, but her swords sank only halfway into the boar wolf's teeth before snapping.
Wintineas stared blankly at her broken blades, piecing together what had happened. 'Back…… then.'
She figured her swords had cracked when she'd blocked the boar wolf's fangs. In her hasty block, she'd been off-balance, and the fangs had damaged her long-used blades.
"Winte, your swords broke!"
"Yeah…… they did……."
"You okay? Got spares?"
"No…… none."
"Were they special keepsakes or something?"
"Huh? No."
Hypno had worried the twin swords might hold sentimental value, making Wintineas sad. But they were just ones she'd picked from a blacksmith's recommendations after swinging a few around until she liked them. No real attachment.
"Alright then, let's head back."
"No…… we haven't hit the quota yet. Need three…… more."
"Got it."
Hypno grabbed the boar wolf's half-severed fang and snapped it off with one twist.
Snap!
He stored the broken sword blades in his Cheonma's Orb, then looked at Wintineas and Clarice.
"Winte! I'll bag 'em quick! Hey, Clarice, stay out of Winte's way just in case."
"Yeah, hurry…… back, Hypno."
"Tch. Fine."
To give Wintineas some space fast, Hypno kicked off the ground. He left a cratered footprint and a cloud of dust as he vanished into the forest.
Clarice gaped at the sight, stunned.
'Fuck…… that monster. At that level, why bother with magic? Just be a martial artist.'
As Clarice stood there dumbfounded,
"Phew……."
Thump. Wintineas went to a tree, spread her cloak as a mat, and sat down.
"……."
Clarice's gaze locked onto Wintineas. 'Normally, when I'm getting fucked or railed, she just chills and flirts with that bastard…… but just now, why…….'
"Huh? What's…… wrong?"
"……Hey, why'd you save me?"
"You were in…… danger?"
"But you just let me get railed?"
"That's…… 'cause stealing is bad…… Hypno punishes you for it."
"So my virginity's in zero danger, huh!"
Wintineas tilted her head at Clarice's shout and asked,
"So you'd rather…… go to jail?"
"Wh-what?"
"If Hypno doesn't punish you…… I'll report you. Better than…… jail for you?"
"Ugh……."
Clarice had no comeback. Even she knew spilling her crimes to the guards would land her at least ten years inside.
"And…… you look like you enjoy…… getting railed."
"Hey, say it right! I never enjoy it! That bastard forces the moans outta me!"
"……? Hypno never forced moans except…… the first time. You go 'oooh' or 'hiiiguuk'……."
"Aaaah! I can't hear you! La la laaa!"
Unable to deny it, Clarice plugged her ears and pretended not to hear.
Ignoring her, Wintineas kept going.
"And you love…… Hypno's cum…… too."
"No! Hell no! As if that bastard's cum tastes good!"
"It's…… cool and tasty…… though."
"What? Cool?"
"Yeah. Hypno hypnotized…… me so his dick and cum…… feel super cool."
"Hah! So what? You're just hypnotized to think it tastes good too."
"No…… I just feel it cool…… that's all."
"What? Then the taste…… is real?"
"Yeah."
'No way…….'
"You're saying that fishy shit tastes good?!"
"It does…… chewing it makes the flavor deeper…… even better♥"
"Liar…… you're lying!"
"It's…… true."
"How's that nasty fishy crap good?!"
"That fishy taste…… is good."
Seeing Wintineas's genuinely disappointed face at having her favorite flavor denied, Clarice was horrified.
'I thought her mouth was whore-tier from her clothes…… but her taste buds are full whore too!?'
"You drool…… watching me and Hypno, then gulp down…… his cum."
"That's 'cause that bastard hypnotizes me to crave it! Without that shit, I'd never touch it!"
"It's really…… tasty. Sticky, clings to your mouth, scent lingers…… slides down your throat with that texture…… swish it around, flavor spreads over your whole tongue…… ah."
Mid-description of Hypno's cum, Wintineas glanced at Clarice.
"You're…… drooling."
Hearing it all, Clarice's mind vividly recalled Hypno's cum—especially the kind she'd tasted after he and Wintineas made love, masturbating while savoring it. Unknowingly, she was drooling.
"Wha!? Slurp! Fuck! Fuck!"
'Why the drool, dammit! Right, it's all hypnosis! That bastard's hypnosis!'
"Even without…… hypnosis, you'd like it…… Clarice."
"No fuckin' way!"
Clarice desperately denied it. Then—
"I'm baaack, Winteeee!"
Hypno returned.
"Welcome…… back, Hypno."
"……Where's the fang?"
"In the Cheonma's Orb, obviously. Winte! Let's go!"
Hypno lifted his arm slightly, inviting Wintineas to perch like before.
"Yeah."
Wintineas hopped right up from sitting onto Hypno's forearm.
"Ah, store the sword in the orb too, Winte."
"Yeah."
As Wintineas put the hilt in the Cheonma's Orb, Hypno turned to Clarice.
"Hey, hop on quick—we gotta go."
"……."
Clarice didn't want to be carried like Wintineas. Knowing Hypno, he'd grope her thigh on a whim, and it grossed her out. But stubbornness might lead to some bullshit later.
'Fuck.'
Clarice inwardly cursed her situation and climbed onto Hypno's other arm.
Squish squish.
Hypno immediately kneaded both Wintineas's and Clarice's thighs.
"Mm, your bodies are top-tier, even if your mouths suck."
"Fuck! Why grope?!"
"Huh? 'Cause you're my toy. I grope if I want."
"Wha……!"
'Th-this bastard…… he means it……!'
Clarice recoiled at Hypno's sincere toy-treating gaze.
"Alright, let's roll. You'll see—it's fun."
"Fun my…… ass."
Hypno kicked off.
Boom!
"Whaaa?!?!"
'Fuck. Kinda fun. Annoyingly so.'
Clarice fumed at enjoying the high-speed wind-rush back to Sliem.
◇ After arriving in Sliem.
Hypno headed straight to the adventurer guild, collected the reward, then asked Clarice,
"You've lived here forever. Know a good blacksmith? Winte's sword broke saving your ass."
"……Tch, follow me."
His point was valid, so Clarice clicked her tongue and led them to the best-reputed smithy she knew.
The place reeked of artisan pride and tradition. A small reception building sat beside it.
Clarice pointed. "For custom orders or repairs, they handle it there. I'm out."
"What, why?"
"Fuck, you'll just flirt it up without me! Freedom time!"
"Yeah, yeah. But steal on 'freedom time' and it's punishment time—got it?"
Flinch!
"I ain't stealin'! Fuck, what do you take me for……"
"My masochistic klepto toy for watching."
"You prick! Drop dead!"
Clarice flipped Hypno off and bolted.
"Winte, let's go in."
"Yeah."
Hypno and Wintineas entered the building.
"Welcome."
A young man greeted them—dwarf-like build, slightly scaled up, with small horns. 'Dwarf…… minotaur mix?'
Normally, Hypno would've hypnotized him for answers, but Winte's sword came first.
"What can I do for you?"
"Repair job."
Hypno set Winte's broken twin swords on the counter.
The youth examined them, nodded, and said,
"Hmm…… two days for repairs. Ten thousand rupas."
'One silver coin.'
"Here."
Hypno paid up and left with Wintineas.
Grinning down at her, he said,
"Winte, whaddya wanna do now?"
Wintineas hugged his arm tight, rubbing her cheek against it.
"Date…… time♥"
"Hell yeah!"
Hypno grinned dopily at her cuteness. 'Sword repair means Winte cuddle time!'