Chapter 220
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 220
Chapter Title: Gleipnir -3-
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"Then, um, really just a little...!"
Was this the posture of someone who hadn't fully let down their guard?
She crawled forward like a cat, only to flinch and pause with hesitation every time.
Each pause made the chains covering her eyes jingle softly.
Clink—
When Gleipnir drew right up to my nose,
a sweet scent, utterly unlike that of iron chains, teased my nostrils.
'What is this fragrance?'
Only when she was close enough for our breaths to mingle did I catch her scent.
Even someone as sensitive as me felt my senses greatly dulled in this mental space.
'Don't think stupid thoughts... Get a grip.'
I had no idea what price I'd have to pay later, so I couldn't let my mind go soft.
I bit my tongue hard, using the sharp pain to steady my fraying tension, and held my breath.
Gleipnir reached out toward me, squinting her eyes in focus.
But when it didn't go as planned, she tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
"?"
I was just as puzzled.
I'd steeled myself for whatever after she suddenly moved without any explanation, but nothing happened.
Perhaps sensing my quizzical stare, she bowed her head deeply, avoiding my eyes.
"I-I'm trying it for the first time too, so my senses aren't... great."
"Am I the first one who's ever damaged you?"
Gleipnir shook her head hurriedly and mumbled before speaking up.
"Until now, even when damaged, I'd just wait..."
Gleipnir—from Norse myth, the fetter that bound the wolf Fenrir, who devoured the gods, until Ragnarok.
Its wielders must have been transcendent beings far beyond frail humans like us.
Untouched by time or the ages.
"Is this the first time you've been bound to an ordinary human like me?"
"...Yes."
For a clump of flesh and blood like me to receive such a legendary artifact was sheer luck, no doubt.
But from Gleipnir's perspective, having such a weak master must leave her uneasy.
I wanted to ask why she'd chosen me, but
the atmosphere wasn't right for a straight answer just yet.
"An honor. So, am I the first to come here too?"
Clink—
The thick chains crossing her tiny face split into dozens of thin threads like silk, fully covering both her eyes.
"Long ago, she... came once."
That alone made it clear who Gleipnir meant.
'The War God. So she came and went.'
I was curious for details, but right now, her stalled posture mattered more.
"...I see. So, what do I need to give you? If it's not taking properly, I'll help. Mana? Blood?"
I pulled out a dagger, ready to draw blood on the spot if needed.
Gleipnir shook her head wildly.
Her flustered fumbling as she clasped her hands reminded me of Chloe, yet
'It feels different somehow.'
I wasn't frustrated.
I just waited patiently for her to speak.
"Pardon the intrusion after so long. It's unfolding just as I predicted."
"?!"
My head whipped around at the voice that shouldn't be here.
Gleipnir looked shocked too at the War God's arrival—it wasn't with her permission.
"Mind if I borrow this brat for a moment? Seems like you need an explanation."
"What the hell all of a sudden?"
Under my glare, the War God smirked, resolving my confusion.
"Didn't she say herself it's fine to watch except when you're getting intimate? Come along."
'I didn't expect her to peep into my mental space too...'
The fact it was even possible was astonishing.
Before I could protest, she strode out of the inner sanctum.
I told Gleipnir to wait and followed.
Only after putting considerable distance from the sanctum did the War God stop and turn.
"It was quite the sight, watching you struggle to open that child's heart, meager as it was. Her innate temperament is truly that of a wind guest."
I had no energy to quibble over terms like playboy or philanderer right now.
"Even so, popping up like this startles the homeowner. You didn't get permission like I did."
At my point about it being no different from breaking and entering, she grinned amusedly.
"Oh? I came personally to resolve your impasse. True enough... this is her space, so this way is convenient."
"Convenient my ass."
My curt retort brought a zzzt piercing through my head.
A familiar sensation.
—I'll explain without dragging it out. To make that sweet child say embarrassing words herself... What a lewd, nasty hobby.
Her voice echoed in my mind as before,
but without the disorienting haze—thank goodness, as she'd promised it'd be comfortable.
"I really don't know. How am I supposed to guess if she won't say?"
Forcing her to say embarrassing words as a hobby?
I did have a taste for making Eclair say dirty lines, but right now, I genuinely didn't get it.
—Tsk tsk... To simplify it to your level: it's akin to gui-jie. Does that ring a bell?
'...'
I knew the term gui-jie, of course.
A spirit draining one's vital essence through intercourse, leaving one lifeless.
Not a positive image, but I vaguely grasped what she meant.
Just vaguely.
"No—that's still weird."
Beautiful appearance aside, she's chains?
I couldn't wrap my head around chains and sex being connected.
—Your mind's clogged with delusions. Jing isn't merely a byproduct of pleasure's end, nor just the vigor that begets life and vitalizes beings. Jing-qi manifests and sustains all creation—it's the spirit's energy too.
With an air of determined persuasion, the War God built her explanation further.
—That child lost her power one fateful day and endured unspeakable loneliness for eons. Forgetting isn't humanity's privilege alone—even an immortal must let memories fade.
The 'fateful day' she meant was likely Ragnarok from myth, akin to Armageddon.
If Gleipnir lost power when Fenrir broke free, it fit perfectly.
How ancient an event that must have been in reality was beyond imagining.
—She's never once used her innate ability to absorb jing without contact. Weakened as she is, she only vaguely senses its existence.
"So, my inadequacy is the main issue again?"
Not anger—just confirming what I already knew.
I was grateful she nodded readily, forcing me to face the harsh truth.
—Precisely. Enough reflection. The key point: for divine arms like her, receiving the master's jing brings myriad benefits. For instance—
Her chattiness brimmed with excitement—who knew where the fun was in this?
Listening, I grudgingly admitted there were only upsides.
Ultimately, the crux was:
"She's an artifact, not human. How do I give Gleipnir my jing? Just tell me that."
I'd come prepared to offer blood, mana, flesh—most anything.
Handing over jing seemed trivial by comparison.
My lifestyle screamed overflowing vitality; no numbers needed.
—That's the nasty hobby—forcing you to say it. Her humanlike form isn't superficial flair.
With that, true to her pact of not watching during intimacy, she vanished like a mirage.
Now I understood.
"...Fuck."
My steps back to the sanctum felt leaden without her.
Before Gleipnir, I laid it all out bluntly.
No hiding, straight talk.
⋯
⋯
"I won't force you. I can say for sure I'd have refused Gleipnir if roles were reversed. Just say the word, and I'll go back to that woman for another way."
I rambled, but it boiled down to feeding her semen.
If someone told me that, I'd draw steel—but Gleipnir smiled faintly, no disgust or malice.
Incomprehensible from my view, but a relief she didn't hate me.
"...It's really okay."
After hearing it out, Gleipnir knelt, face flushed, mouth open wide, waiting.
An invitation to unload it all here.
"Whew—I'll make it quick."
Mind made up, I moved fast once permitted.
Click—zzip—
Belt undone, pants down—my cock was already hard, throbbing.
The mere thought of dumping my load into this beauty's mouth and making her swallow had done it.
'I'm a lunatic. A total piece of trash...'
For today's atonement, I'd pet Gleipnir gently till death and clean her with holy water.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The vulgar sound echoed in my mental space.
'How long since I did this by hand?'
I positioned the tip near her lips and stroked.
Her hot breath from the open mouth tickled my shaft.
What more visual stimulus did I need for release?
The beautiful girl with mouth agape, awaiting my semen—it was perfect.
Gleipnir's allure was undeniable,
and staring longer,
'If I think of her as some other race, not human...'
that worked.
My strike zone was broader than I thought.
Didn't track time, but lost in it, climax built fast.
"...Here it comes."
She stuck out her tongue, opening wider at my words—I unleashed straight into her mouth.
Splat. Drip!
A massive load, thick white ropes pouring in, thick enough the color told.
It piled so high her pink tongue vanished, spilling to stain her lips and clothes.
Gulp—
When the torrent stopped, she swallowed the pooled semen.
My cock twitched again, but seeing her tremble, I yanked up my pants in a panic.
"You okay...?"
"Ngh...!"
As I knelt checking her, subtle changes stirred in the space.
Shattered chains on the floor floated up,
fragments converging like rewound time, snapping back into place.
Repaired without five years' wait—joyous,
yet crashing waves of self-loathing.
'Shit... This sucks.'
Not physical post-nut clarity, but mental sage mode.
No single load had ever brought such emptiness.
Appearance and reason aside, inescapable: I'd fed my weapon semen.
"...Sorry. This was really fucked up."
"I-I'm really fine..."
I pulled a handkerchief, dampened it with holy water.
Recognizing her as Gleipnir, my hands moved habitually.
"Let me clean you. Hold still."
"..."
Kneeling on one knee, I wiped her mouth.
She didn't flee, accepting my touch.
A faint smile at the corner—no bad feelings?—it stabbed my guilt deeper.
"Really sorry. Next time, no business like this—I'll bring books, tons of 'em, and... uh... fun stuff only."
Even bound, making her swallow semen on first meeting?
"Sorry" wouldn't stop spilling.
"...Should I go grab books now? Like a hundred?"
She shook her head, whispering her request.
"Right now, just... pet me like usual..."
"As much as you want!"
What wouldn't I do if asked?
I sat; she wriggled close, draping over me—not chains now, but warm, soft skin and sweet scent tempting me.
Yet guilt overwhelmed, no cracks.
After unknowable time petting her head, reading another book aloud, I finally left the mental space.