Day Eight
Watching Erica get violated by another man right before my eyes... and yet, branding it forever into my brain that her heart belonged to me alone.
We’d settled on roughly one hundred days for that sacrilegious process.
If, over that span, I could witness with my own eyes that her feelings never wavered... then the ancient trauma rotting inside me would finally be overcome.
“...Are you really okay with this, Erica?”
My voice trembled faintly.
In the end, I had accepted this mad proposal, where a strange excitement and fear tangled together so tightly that I could hardly tell them apart.
Erica sat on my thigh, gently cupping my cheek with both hands as she smiled sweetly.
“Heehee, don’t worry, loser...♡ It’s all just part of fixing your trauma and making you my real man.”
“...”
“Exactly one hundred days. I’ll show you plainly whose woman I am, right in front of your eyes, so you just go ahead and smash that pathetic fear to pieces...♡”
She lightly brushed my cock with the tips of her fingers, then fastened my trouser buckle for me and gave me a wink.
“Then I’ll go find the man myself♡ I happen to have someone in mind already...♡”
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Erica’s steps as she left the room looked, on the surface, as proud and composed as always.
But the moment she entered the dark shadow of the inn corridor, her shoulders began to tremble ever so slightly.
“...Ahh. Honestly.”
Leaning against the wall, Erica drew a hand over her chest.
In front of Eric she’d put on all sorts of seductive airs, acting as though netorase was nothing at all and blowing smoke with that shameless confidence of hers... but the truth was, her insides were already burning black.
Revulsion. Disgust. Shame.
Just the thought of another man’s cock entering the body that belonged solely to Eric made every hair on her body stand on end and brought a wave of nausea surging up her throat.
For Erica, any touch from a man other than Eric was no different from filthy waste.
But... this is the only way. Eric’s soul is still bound to that tragedy from that day. If I’m going to break it head-on, I have to push myself to the limit.
Erica’s gaze cooled.
She couldn’t choose just any man.
With some half-hearted arrangement, there would be no way to overcome the trauma buried deep inside Eric’s heart.
She needed someone who could drive his possessiveness and jealousy to the very edge...
Someone who could thoroughly train her body...
A man like that.
At the same time, once one hundred days of netorase were over, he had to be a rootless piece of trash she could erase from this world without leaving the slightest trace, all without Eric ever knowing.
After all, the only man who could lay claim to her body was Eric alone.
The name of the man who fit those conditions perfectly was Veron.
A notorious pleasure quarter on the outskirts of the kingdom.
There, in one shabby gambling den where the stink of sweat and liquor hung in the air day and night, was the man Erica had come looking for.
“Hey, Veron! You lost again? You bastard spends all his money at the tables and chases women all night, and now he’s gonna have to sell a kidney or something!”
“Shut up, you fuckers. Just one more roll. This one’s the real jackpot, I’m telling you.”
With tousled brown hair and a rough beard he hadn’t shaved for days, the man was throwing dice with visible irritation.
He had copper-toned skin and a hard, muscular body visible beneath a loose leather shirt.
Veron was a notorious womanizer, a man who had squandered his fortune at gambling—in other words, the very image of the dregs, the exact opposite of Erica.
But there was one thing.
His so-called night skills were so outrageously good that the women who passed through his bed were said to end up drooling and half-mad, and a strange rumor had spread about him because of it.
“Oh my, what a noble lady to show up in a place this filthy?”
The dealer’s eyes shifted toward the entrance of the gambling den.
The rough men, Veron included, all turned their gazes in the same direction.
There, standing at the doorway, was a graceful, noble-looking blonde beauty utterly out of place in this dingy street of brothels.
Snow-white skin and arrogant crimson eyes.
A voluptuous chest and a narrow waist, curves that seemed impossible on such a petite frame, seized every eye in the room.
With Erica’s arrival, the rowdy gambling den fell silent in an instant.
“Damn, what the hell did that little brat eat to grow tits like that?”
In his life, Veron had never once seen a woman so noble and beautiful.
She was on a different level from the cheap whores of the pleasure quarter... the aura of an untouchable aristocrat, paired with a body practically bursting with obscene allure, made his loins begin to burn.
“Hey there, little noble girl. Do you even know where you’ve wandered into?”
Grinning thinly, Veron rose to his feet.
His blatant gaze slid over Erica’s white neck and the deep valley of her cleavage as if he were licking them.
Erica suppressed the disgust surging up inside her and looked down at Veron with her usual haughty smile.
“Ku-huhu...♡ So you’re Veron? Just like I heard, you really do waste your life in spectacular fashion, you pathetic piece of trash...♡”
“Hah, listen to that mouth on her. I oughta—”
Spitting to the side, Veron took another step toward Erica.
The sour stink of sweat and alcohol made her brow crease.
Thinking she must be frightened, Veron reached out, trying to casually brush his hand over her narrow waist and hips.
“Since you came all this way, why don’t you have some fun with me? I’ll make you cry all night long.”
“Hee?”
His fingers were just about to touch the hem of Erica’s clothes.
Then—
Paahhng—!
“Get lost. Keep your filthy hands away from me.”
Her blood-red eyes flashed with something chilling.
The shockwave bursting from Erica’s fingertips slammed straight into Veron’s body.
“Aaaagh!”
With a scream, he went flying backward, smashing several wooden tables to splinters as he crashed into the far wall.
The sudden impact made him vomit blood as he rolled across the floor, and the gambling den instantly erupted into chaos.
“Cough... hack! Y-you crazy bitch. You were a magician?”
Clenching his teeth, Veron dragged himself up.
He looked as though he might tear a dagger from his chest and lunge at her any second, but... when he saw the dozens of razor-sharp wind blades spinning around Erica, he could only freeze in place.
The girl he had taken for easy prey was... a high-ranking magician who could turn him into minced meat with a single gesture.
Tap, tap, tap—
Erica walked forward, the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor, and looked down at Veron’s head where he lay sprawled out.
Those were cold eyes, the sort one might cast on a crawling insect.
“If you ever try to touch my body without my permission again, I’ll burn you to ashes, loser...♡”
“...Tch, what the hell do you want from me, anyway? If it’s money, I don’t have a single coin!”
“Hee, still talking down to me, are you...?”
Wiiiiing—!
The wind blades around her spun faster and faster.
Veron realized he had completely misread the situation and slammed his forehead desperately into the floor.
“I-I was wrong! Please, just spare my life, I’m begging you, please...!”
“Hmph...”
With a prim little snort, Erica drew her magic back. Then she reached into her clothes and pulled out a heavy leather pouch, tossing it in front of Veron’s face.
It landed with a crisp jingle.
Golden coins spilled out in a glittering stream through the mouth of the pouch.
For Veron, it was a fortune he could gamble his whole life away and never so much as glimpse.
“W-what is all this...?”
“Don’t get the wrong idea. It isn’t free. I’m here to make you an offer.”
“An offer...?”
“Come into our party as a Porter.”
“Huh!?”
Veron thought for a second that he must have misheard.
That terrifying magician bitch who had just blown him away was offering him a place in her adventure party?
And he himself was nothing more than a man with no magic, poor with a blade, with no special ability or power to speak of.
“Th-that... if you don’t mind me asking, why...?”
“I need your night skills.”
“N-night what? My night skills?”
At his incredulous repetition, Erica flinched for a moment, but then kept her aristocratic expression in place and clicked her tongue in mockery, prodding his chin with the tip of her shoe.
“My lover is a perverted loser who gets turned on when I have sex with other men...♡”
“...”
Veron stared at Erica blankly for a moment, then quickly started putting the pieces together.
So that meant... after joining the party as a porter, he was being asked to screw her in front of her boyfriend...
...
Veron kept his head bowed and stole a glance at Erica.
In all the years of his life, he had never seen or heard of a woman more beautiful or more voluptuous than this one.
Her appearance was as cold and noble as an aristocrat’s, but the atmosphere clinging to her was more obscene than that of the brothel girls in the pleasure quarter.
The erotic charge of that strange gap left Veron’s mouth dry.
Even if he had to be worked like a dog as a porter for the rest of his life... if he could get his hands on a top-tier woman like this, there was no way he could refuse.
And on top of that, she was handing him enough gold to live in comfort for the rest of his days!
There was no such thing as a better deal.
Leaving aside everything else, he was more confident in his night skills than anyone alive.
Every woman who had passed through his bed had ended up soaked in pleasure, drooling and begging.
And if that arrogant woman looking down on him like he was a bug were to end up drenched in pleasure beneath his cock...?
As he imagined Erica writhing and breaking apart on the bed, a hot current shot through Veron’s lower body.
Vulgar greed flooded the whites of his eyes.
Forcing down the corners of his mouth as they tried to rise on their own, he spoke in a groveling tone.
“Ah, I see... such a deep meaning behind it all...! Just leave it to me!”
“Kikik... negotiation established...♡”
Erica quietly looked down into Veron’s eyes.
Outwardly, he was spread flat on the floor in a perfectly submissive posture, but the filthy fantasies roiling beneath that gaze were impossible to hide.
This trash... she already had a pretty good idea of how he was imagining tearing her body apart and defiling it.
She could more or less guess every dirty thought running through his head.
But the corners of Erica’s lips only curved more seductively.
Well, whatever...♡
After all, this man was only a disposable consumable.
He would pay the price for daring to lay hands on her noble body in a way he could never even imagine, exactly one hundred days later.
Because in one hundred days, I’m going to erase him without leaving a trace...♡
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