Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Nursing (2)
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Not many men could suppress the surging urge to ejaculate. Especially when relentless pleasure was tormenting him, he'd inevitably give in and unleash his masculine instincts.
Even I, despite declaring I wouldn't submit to villains, ended up trembling uncontrollably, bracing for release.
Creep's caresses were clumsy and awkward, but paradoxically, that made the pleasure even more intense. Her unpredictable tongue and lips kept brushing against my most sensitive spots.
Enduring it like that,
the dizzying rush toward climax suddenly erupted in my mind.
"Urk?"
Creep sensed the impending ejaculation in my place, as I clenched my teeth.
The trembling different from before,
my waist lifting slightly,
and my breathing growing ragged.
Creep seemed to ponder, in that instant, what to do once I came,
"Hngh, glrk—"
but before she could finish her thought, her mouth was already a sticky mess.
The amount was more than expected,
and for a girl experiencing a man's seed for the first time, there was no way she could swallow it all past her throat.
Semen flooded her inner cheeks and palate, coating everything stickily.
What her mouth couldn't contain trickled down my shaft and soaked into the bedsheet.
"Eugh, no!"
Creep belatedly cursed her own inexperience, pressing her lips near the overflow,
...and swallowed it all.
Like precious food had spilled, she gulped it down hurriedly, her face twisted in distaste.
"Mm... haa..."
It had come from my own body, yet it somehow felt repulsive.
There was no need to dive in like that—it was just some bodily fluid.
And yet, Creep beamed with joy, clutching my hand tightly.
Then she said,
"I ate it all! Good job, right?"
...What kind of answer was she even expecting from me?
Creep seemed utterly lost in her own little world.
And I, too, had desperately tried to pull her into that world.
"This way, no need for cleanup, and nothing goes to waste. It's from your precious body—can't just throw it away. Right?"
Precious seed?
Precious seed.
The oddly endearing term lodged itself in my brain.
"It's fine. From now on, just cum inside my pussy. I only took it in my mouth this once."
That scorching word—pussy—
and the radical idea of creaming inside it.
Everything started making me even more uneasy.
Creep didn't just want sex to humiliate me, torment me, or satisfy her own lust.
"W-Wait... what...?"
She wanted my child.
Here, in this filthy prison,
she dreamed of sweet romance.
With my head still foggy from the recent orgasm, only cold guilt lingered,
but her words snapped me back to reality.
"It's a promise."
"No, no. No..."
My body could barely move, let alone speak,
but I had to refute her insane demand.
"W-What are you talking about? You..."
I could endure it all.
No matter how defiled I became, I could hold out.
But a child? That was a whole different matter. Having a kid with someone I didn't love—forced into it, no less.
Thud—
The bed was high, but instinct drove me to thrash free.
Excruciating pain surged through me, but staying in this room was worse.
I needed to call a guard.
No matter how they looked down on me, if they heard what was happening, they'd separate me from Creep.
If not, they'd find some other solution...!
"What's that reaction?"
But unlike me, panicking and flailing,
Creep had never looked more serious.
"You don't want to?"
Her face hardened again. I knew exactly what that meant.
Still, the thought of pregnancy sent chills down my spine, shattering any rational thought. Only terror at needing to escape consumed me.
If Creep got pregnant with my child,
if that happened,
I wouldn't be able to stay sane anymore.
Click—
That's why I tried to open the door and flee.
Dragging myself across the floor was agony, and even reaching the switch was torture,
but I had to open it somehow. Beg anyone for help.
Anyone would do. A guard, Scardi who'd helped me twice, or just anyone reasonable.
Creep was clearly unhinged. If I left her like this, she'd commit something irreversible.
"Guard! Any guard...!"
The moment the door cracked open,
I strained my raspy voice with all I had,
Bang—!
but the gap slammed shut under Creep's kick before a sound could escape.
"Ah, figures."
This room belonged to Creep,
and I was less than a cockroach, unable even to come and go freely.
"You always pick the hard way, don't you? Why not just take the scenic route?"
"..."
"...Eh, whatever! That's part of your charm!"
When a pest like me chose defiance,
there was only one outcome.
My panicked rejection had thoroughly irritated her, so it was time to pay the price.
"Huh, you're recovering faster than I thought. One more day, and you'll walk again. Still plenty of your ability left, huh?"
My breathing quickened.
"Maybe I should just chop it off?"
Creep's horrifying words amplified my dread.
"No. That'd be ugly. Better to hobble one leg—then you can't run."
"W-Wait... why, why are you doing this to me...?"
"What're you talking about? That's my line. Why're you doing this to me? We could just be all lovey-dovey. You pick the bad path, so I have no choice. It's not my fault—it's yours."
Creep grabbed my leg, dragging me deep into the room,
then scanned the cluttered shelf, eyeing items one by one.
"Mm... nah. I'll do it myself."
Do it herself?
With those words, Creep hoisted me up.
Laid me on the bed,
carefully wedged my ankle into the bed frame near my legs,
and...
"Don't move. Got it?"
"Wai—!"
Crunch—!
She climbed onto my calf, applying her weight.
"Agh, aaak! Kkhaaa...!"
An alien pain hit me. The sickening sensation of a vital body part twisting wrong.
Intense agony that triggered spasms.
"Don't thrash. Or it won't snap right."
"Y-You psycho bitch... ngh...!"
At this rate, my ankle would be wrecked.
Who knew how long recovery would take.
No way. If I couldn't use my leg properly, every activity would be restricted.
But my body was still weak,
we were alone in this room,
and no escape from Creep came to mind.
"P-Please... nooo...!"
Then,
miraculously,
someone knocked.
Knock, knock, knock—
Steady rhythm,
like something long and hard striking the door.
"Creep, Crow, both of you—open the door and come out."
An unfamiliar voice. Definitely a guard, not a C-Wing inmate.
"Now."
"Ow..."
Creep paused twisting my ankle, slumping submissively as she obeyed the guard.
The door swung fully open,
and right outside stood a guard gripping her baton.
"Hold on. You're sharing a room?"
"Yup, we live together."
"...Whatever. Anyway."
The guard sniffed around the room briefly,
grimaced, and tossed words at me.
"Crow, get ready for visitation."
Visitation.
Those two syllables carried so much emotion and backstory.
Finally, my comrades had come for me.
I could escape this isolated hell and face my old allies.
"Y-Yes, ma'am."
I couldn't contain my joy. Emotions welled up so fiercely, tears threatened to spill.
"But what's wrong with her?"
"She's still adjusting, got a fever. I'm taking good care of her."
"...Fine for now. Don't cause trouble—keep it quiet."
"Of course~"
The guard's sharp indifference toward me,
Creep's shameless grin—none of it mattered.
From the moment I heard "visitation,"
reuniting with my comrades became my top priority.
"Thirty minutes. Prep and wait at the C-Wing exit."
They must've been worried sick hearing about me.
I had to explain my false charges,
and beg for help.
Though I'd failed to root out corruption and ended up imprisoned,
I trusted my comrades would reform the organization and clear my name.
"..."
So overjoyed,
I didn't even notice my own expression as I struggled to stand.
Creep stared at me blankly, but I ignored her.
My comrades came first,
my only lifeline.