Chapter 73: Hans Being Taken (Hans's POV)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 73: Hans Being Taken (Hans's POV)
#WARNING# This is from Hans's point of view!
If you dislike NTR depictions, please press the back button and skip to the next chapter!!!
I repeat. This is Hans's point of view!!
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When Hans saw the crystal ball in Mehya’s hand, he didn't think it would contain an ordinary recording.
So, he had prepared himself. He vowed not to look away, no matter what kind of video appeared.
—“Haaah! Lord Sma, you’re the best! Hans could never do it like you!”
But the moment he saw the footage, he couldn't help but be shaken. The woman who said she loved him, the woman who said she would marry him, was being impaled by another man and acting like a total coquette.
She was trampling over a decade of memories, throwing them into the gutter as she mocked him. Because of a man she had known for only a month, she was belittling and crushing her childhood friend.
"Yuna... were you really that kind of woman? Were you just a filthy slut who moans while getting fucked just because his cock is a little big?!"
His heart, torn into a thousand pieces, screamed out, but his voice didn't reach the video. The female, having surrendered to the man’s whispers, ignored her childhood friend and simply ground her hips to conceive the child of a man she’d only met a few times.
"Stop it..."
He muttered to himself, words that couldn't be heard. Why aren't you pushing Sma away? Why do you like it? That man isn't the one you love.
I'm the one you like. You told me with those small lips that you’d marry me, and then you gave me that shy smile.
So why are you indulging in that man’s lips? Why are you giving him that seductive, longing gaze you never showed me? Why are you smiling so happily?
"Why! Why, damn it!!"
Why did she give up her lips so easily? She barely even hugged him, yet now she was clinging to that man as if she couldn't let him go, her pussy leaking juice everywhere!
He felt like he was losing his mind. Emotions—he couldn't tell if they were anger or sorrow—boiled over, and tears blurred his vision.
"Oh dear..."
Mehya’s voice didn't even register. Hans’s entire focus was fixed on the video. The sound of cum squelching inside Yuna’s pussy filled his eardrums. Her whimpering moans as she pulled away from kissing Sma blocked out everything else.
Was that bitch really the childhood friend he knew? Was that really the woman who was so shy about holding hands that they’d done nothing but shake hands since becoming adults?
Was the woman shamelessly soaking the man’s lower body with her juices really Yuna? He wanted to deny it. He wanted to believe they had just found someone who looked like her to film it.
"It's quite a shock, isn't it? I understand. I felt the same way."
But Mehya delivered the killing blow. Only then did it sink in for Hans.
That slut was indeed his childhood friend. The woman who let another man’s cum leak from her pussy, who begged for more sex even after it was over, who looked like a whore selling her body for ten copper coins on the street...
That woman was Yuna, his childhood friend.
Haha. How funny. He wondered why he had followed her around so devotedly when she was just that kind of woman. He had been obsessed with her, never realizing she was the type to choose a big cock over a decade of emotional connection.
He hadn't known she was like that. No, in truth, he probably had known. That’s why he had chased away all the men who approached her when they were young.
The inexplicable anxiety he felt when Yuna opened her magic shop; the reason he had fended off adult men who approached her by blathering about his friendship with Grandpa Franklin...
It was all because Yuna was a total slut.
In the space where his affection had cooled, a deep loathing took root.
"Mehya."
"What? Mehya?"
"Ms. Mehya. I understand why you showed me this video. You wanted to share the shock of seeing the person you love having sex with someone else."
"Hmm... well, something like that."
Mehya gave a half-hearted response since she couldn't actually relate. Hans took it as her being sparing with her words out of pity for him.
He used the "empathy technique" he had once seen in a dating book.
"I understand. We’re comrades sharing the same pain. To think they’d shamelessly mingle bodies with others without a shred of decency. It’s truly disgusting. Hideous. I want to beat those two to death."
"Umm..."
"I beg of you. Please bring Hans and Yuna here. Then, just undo my handcuffs. I won't let your hands get dirty, Ms. Mehya. How could I place such a heavy burden on the woman who took my side?"
"..."
Mehya suppressed a surge of nausea. Where did he get the confidence to spout such nonsense? Did he really think a mere Hunter who clears Low-Rank Dungeons could defeat a Guard?
If so, he was truly out of his mind. Then again, if he were sane, he wouldn't have been dragged here for insulting a Guard to his face in the first place.
Why were Hunters so incapable of knowing their place? Hans reminded her of the bastards who used to hit on her when she worked at the Low-Rank Dungeon. She wanted to break him just like the ones she’d locked up for disrespecting the Guards.
Coincidentally, Hans’s request aligned with Mehya’s goal. The only difference was that she wouldn't be the only one leaving after bringing the two of them in.
"Alright."
Mehya left the cell. Hans measured the passage of time by the meals that were brought in.
One day. His blood felt like it was drying up while he waited. He shed tears of blood imagining how many times Sma’s cock had gone in and out of Yuna’s pussy in the meantime.
He didn't want to think about it, but memories you want to forget only become clearer the harder you try. The virgin blood Sma had proudly shown him; the pussy stretched to its limit. Yuna, who moaned as if it didn't even hurt.
The slut who confessed her love to Sma. The slut who cried out that she wanted to get pregnant despite having been a virgin. The slut who, after listening to a stranger, dismissed him as having a small dick and said she didn't want the baby of the childhood friend she supposedly liked so much.
Lunch on the second day. The time when Bruce would bring bread covered in dirt. The door opened, and Mehya walked in.
"...Is it today?"
"Yes."
Mehya loosened Hans’s handcuffs. When he shook them as a test, it felt like he could break free if he just applied enough strength.
"Wait just a little longer."
"Yes."
Hans’s desire for revenge burned bright. He swallowed his rage, playing the video of Yuna losing her virginity over and over in his mind. And finally, Sma and Yuna entered.
"I heard you requested a visit? I'm here."
Yuna appeared with a smile, acting as if nothing had happened. Her innocent act was nauseating. Above all, seeing her standing right next to Sma was more than he could bear.
"Yuna. And... Sma."
"What kind of language is that toward Guard Sma? You should use formal speech with your elders!"
"Shut your fucking mouth."
"What?"
Seeing his childhood friend’s bewildered expression felt cathartic. How long had it been since he’d held the upper hand in a conversation with Yuna?
"Hans..."
"I said shut your mouth, you slut. Whose name are you calling with that mouth that was just sucking another man’s cock?"
"Ah..."
Yuna stumbled back and fell into Sma’s arms. Honestly, it was pathetic. It was nothing compared to the shock he had received, so why was she acting like it was so hard? Did she still want to play the innocent girl?
"You shouldn't talk to your woman like that."
That’s enough of his arrogant talk. Sma’s hands were occupied because of Yuna. Since he didn't know Hans could move, Hans could aim for an opening and deliver a fatal blow.
"Die!"
Clack.
The handcuffs binding his arms came loose. The cuff on his right ankle also released, allowing him to take a step forward.
Clang.
But his left foot was still bound.
"Huh?"
Clang, clang.
No matter how much strength he used, the cuff wouldn't release. What was going on? Mehya had definitely loosened the handcuffs, so why was he still tied up?
No, it couldn't be. It couldn't. Mehya had experienced the same pain as him. She had shown him kindness, even affection. She had discarded the thug who steals other people’s women and chosen him—handsome, young, and promising.
No matter how much he fueled his delusional hope in his panic, the situation didn't change. He was still bound, and Sma was laughing at him.
"Yuna, you see? That is Hans’s true nature. That’s the kind of guy he’s always been. There was never a single reason for you to like him, but he’s the kind of person who tried to ruin your life just because you met when you were kids."
"Yuna! Don't listen to that bastard! I'm your childhood friend! You said you’d marry me!!"
Hans’s cries didn't reach Yuna.
She leaned into Sma’s embrace. Sma kissed Yuna. She didn't reject the kiss. Sma began to undress Yuna. She offered her body to make it easier for him.
Her thin clothes fell to the floor, revealing Yuna’s naked body, which Hans had wanted to see so badly. Her skin was neither pale nor dark, but a healthy flesh tone; hickeys remained clearly visible; and her pert breasts, which he had only ever imagined until seeing them in the video, were now before him.
And her neatly groomed pussy hair. It had looked like normal pubic hair in the video, but now it was trimmed into the shape of a heart.
"Ah..."
Sma took off his clothes. A male organ so massive it was hard to believe it was the same body part Hans possessed was revealed. It was nearly the size of a woman’s forearm.
Yuna spoke to Hans.
"I was sorry. But I don't think I need to feel sorry anymore. I didn't believe it when I heard what you’d done, but now I do."
"What are you talking about..."
Too many things came to mind for him to guess. Was it the time he stalked Sma to find a weakness? Or when he chased away merchants and alchemists who tried to get close to Yuna under the pretext of helping her? Or when he drove a wedge between her and the boys she was friendly with?
Yuna didn't answer.
"This is my conclusion."
She kissed Sma’s cock. She gave it a loving look, as if gazing at the most precious thing in the world, then stuck out her tongue and licked it slowly.
"Stop it! You fucking slut! I said stop!!"
"Mmm."
Yuna ignored Hans. Sma’s glans entered her small mouth. Sma didn't even spare Hans a glance as he stroked Yuna’s hair.
At that, Yuna happily began a full-blown blowjob.
Slurp, squelch.
The lewd sound of saliva and flesh friction echoed through the room.
"Is it because I followed Sma? Or because I chased away those other men? I did all of that for you! I was trying to protect you from those wolves! So why... why are you betraying me? I worked so hard for you, so why are you sucking the cock of the bastard who threw me in prison just because I'm locked up..."
Tears of blood streamed from Hans’s eyes. He tried to rush forward but tripped. His heart ached more than his face hitting the floor or his ankle, which was raw from shaking the cuff so much.
"...What a mess."
Mehya, Hans’s last hope, walked in. Hans unleashed his boiling rage.
"Mehya! Kill those bastards for me!!"
"Bullshit."
"Huh...?"
Mehya walked gracefully over and knelt in front of Sma. Then, she stroked the shaft of the cock that Yuna couldn't fit in her mouth.
"Junior... I did what you asked, so you’re going to give me a reward, right?"
Mehya took off her uniform, revealing her breasts. Seeing her high, firm breasts made Hans’s head spin. Didn't Mehya hate that man? So why was she sucking Sma’s dick?
He had been played. She had never been disappointed in Sma from the start. She had seduced him just to extract information and hand it over to Sma.
"Ha, haha..."
He had been completely fooled without even knowing it. He didn't even have the energy left to be angry. His blurring vision captured the two women savoring the hated man’s dick.
Why was this happening? His heart was breaking, yet his cock reacted. Imagining the sensation of those soft lips and tongues, he rubbed his cock against the hard stone floor.