Chapter 139 - Even Patience Has Its Limits
Fiz had a bloodstained cloth draped over her shoulder. One of them had taken an arrow, and it looked like it was this bodyguard knight. Well, I ought to save her at least. Lately, thanks to all these women, my long-buried humanity seemed to be stirring back to life.
“Oh, d-don’t come any cloooser! Stay back!”
“Guh! Once you taste my cock, it’ll feel so good! Come on down!”
“We won’t eat you!”
Fiz clutched her wound in silent despair, while Natasha screamed down at the monsters clambering up from below.
“If you’re gonna kill us, chop the tree!”
“Holes are way better alive than dead!”
Chopping the tree might send both women plummeting to their deaths. And that word—hole—Natasha clearly knew what they meant.
“Eeeek! You do wanna eat me!”
“We won’t eat you!”
“We just wanna shove our rods in your hole!”
“That’s fucking, you dumbass, lowly monsters!”
She ought to be begging the monsters for mercy, but nope—spouting that instead. Actually, begging wouldn’t change a thing. Getting fucked was inevitable anyway. So whatever.
“You. You! Get back down!”
“Pretty lady. I’ll thrust in nice and slow, savor every bit!”
“Keep that disgusting thing away!!!!”
Sigh. Leave ’em much longer, and more monsters would show up. I signaled Kelly, and we charged the ones at the tree’s base. Didn’t take long to wipe them out.
“You two alright?”
“Why’d you take so damn long!”
Natasha hopped down from the tree and kicked my shin. This fucking bitch?
“Lady Natasha. Baron Dran just saved us...”
Poor Fiz, spouting more sensible words that’d never reach her.
“It’s ’cause you pulled that stunt without asking! And that demon’s here too. Who the hell are you? A demon?!”
So my brilliant improv—that bought everyone time to escape—was the problem?
“I’m human. This demon girl’s my slave.”
“A demon slave? That make any sense? You’re a demon spy, aren’t you?!”
“Actually, Her Imperial Highness the princess gave me another demon slave.”
“Ugh.”
Princess. That shut even Natasha up.
“I-I’ll check with an official dispatch later. If it’s bullshit, you’re a demon’s lackey!”
This fu—cking bitch. Hoo. Hold it. I could take it twice. Third time? No mercy.
“Here— Gyak!”
Kelly swiftly beheaded a monster trying to signal our position. We nodded. Couldn’t stick around because of her. Talk while moving, or find better cover.
“Wait! I’m not done! Aaaah, take us with yooou!”
...
We paused to check Fiz’s wound. This spot wouldn’t stand out. She’d already yanked the arrowhead and done textbook first aid. I pulled some potent ointment from my subspace pouch and slathered it on. Fiz grimaced, groaning.
“Ah... Aah.”
“The more it stings, the better it works.”
“Hey. You’re not eyeing Fiz all lewd, are you?”
“Lady Natasha. Wartime situation—think I would?”
“You did it earlier.”
My eyes met Lilith’s. We’d fucked publicly in front of everyone. Lilith ducked her head, face crimson. Even a succubus gets embarrassed.
“Strategic sex. Got us out of that encirclement, didn’t it?”
“Ah... Haa...”
Damn, kinda hot. Have I lost it for pussy lately? Fiz was worth a fuck, sure. But no need to stir shit. I wrapped the wound lightly with fresh bandages.
“Fiz. How’s it feel?”
“Fine. Walking’s no issue.”
“Good. Relieved to hear it.”
Won’t worsen now. Good salve meant quick healing. But no magic? Wouldn’t mend overnight. Needed Elinne or Ray. Or Seira—dragon, right? Bet she knew healing spells.
“Really okay?”
Direct subordinate and all, so I double-checked.
“Yeah. You know I’m tough.”
Deep gash, honestly. Fiz gritted through it, not wanting to worry Natasha. Her call—nothing to say.
“Baron Dran. Thank you. See us to the rendezvous, please.”
“Lady Fiz. Normally, yeah. But not now.”
“Pardon? We should regroup, no?”
Original plan: hit the set rendezvous, regroup. But now...
“Demons left their posts only now. Prime time to off the monster bosses, smash key bases.”
Conclusion from Lilith plus the two demons’ intel. Kelly agreed.
“Just us... we might not make it...”
“Tough, yeah. En route to the boss, find a hidey-hole? We’ll tuck you in.”
“Hey! Abandoning us after all!”
Natasha barged in, jabbing a finger at me.
“Escort us to rendezvous! That’s an order.”
“No.”
“Defying me now?”
“You’re Hab Kingdom. I’m Gaia Empire nobility.”
Couldn’t play nice forever. Time to get nasty.
“Kelly! You don’t think that, right?”
“Heehee. I’m Daron’s girl—can’t help it. Daron♥”
“W-what the... you two...”
Kelly hugged me from behind, mashing her tits against my back. Mood heated fast; Natasha panicked, dropping the Kelly grilling. Switched to blind threats at me.
“You... Baron Dran! You’ll regret it. I’ll make you pay when we’re back!”
“L-Lady Natasha.”
Fiz sensed the mess, tried reining her in.
“Sorry. Lady Natasha’s never been through this kinda shit...”
“Whose side are you on!”
Slap!!!
Natasha backhanded Fiz’s cheek. Did it to me before—no reason to spare her sub.
“Sorry. But Lady Natasha...”
“You’ll pay too! Baron Dran!”
Natasha whirled on me.
“One last chance. Or I’ll punish you somehow!”
“Threats?”
“Obviously? Hey! Quit glaring!”
“Haa.”
“Haa? Sighing at me? You insolent—”
“Why’d I ever promise to escort a bitch like you?”
“What?”
Whoops. True colors out.
“Kelly. Let’s roll. Wasted enough time. Ditch these two.”
“Eh. For real?”
Kelly figured it too harsh. Thought I’d drag ’em along, fuck or beat or whatever.
“Wait! Where you going!”
“Don’t mesh? Split ways. Right?”
“Where... Aak!”
I shoved Natasha grabbing at me. Reality check, bitch.
Natasha stared blankly, then snapped back.
“Y-you hit me?”
“Yeah.”
“This!”
Grabbed her wrist. Her turn to slap my face—nope.
“Empty-headed bitch—tantrums all you got?”
“W-what? How dare you!”
“That ‘dare’ shit. Whatcha gonna do?”
Gripped hard, shoved her back. First rough manhandling? She looked stunned.
“Truth? I could kill you here, shut that mouth forever.”
Natasha yanked at my hand. Futile against man’s strength. Shook her sore wrist after I released.
“Changed my mind.”
Been going soft lately. Old me? Would’ve railed Lilith proper. Love’s fault...?
“I’ll teach you reality myself. Wild world like this? Force is power. Absolute.”
“Hic.”
Natasha hiccuped, terrified. Fair.
“Scram now? Or defy more, get fucked like Lilith?”
“You... me...”
“Think I won’t?”
“Baron Dran. No—Lord Daron!”
Fiz suddenly prostrated.
“Lady Natasha’s got a fiancé—must stay pure. Please... forgive her anger. We’ll obey you first.”
Damn, softening me up.
“Fiz! Up! We go alone!”
“Miss. No guarantee we make rendezvous solo.”
“No! We can! You—do you! We’ll manage!”
“Oh. Great then.”
“Fiz! Let’s go!”
Natasha spat her “you’ll regret it” one last time, stormed off fuming with Fiz. But... wrong way?
...
And soon enough, the pair hit crisis.