Chapter 107
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Scardi (2)
"Crow, there's no need to be this aggressive. It just makes you look desperate."
Scardi propped herself up for a moment and snapped her fingers.
Two people who'd been waiting nearby rushed over, bringing her a fresh dress shirt and a pack of cigarettes.
"Shall we wrap up the greetings? Yeah, nice to meet you too. A gun for hellos is a nice touch."
The spacious, elegant room held two men and women, plus another five or six people standing by.
All of them fixed their eyes solely on Crow, watching his every move intently.
"Here, special smokes made just for you."
Crow snatched the cigarette from Scardi's outstretched hand like it was his by right.
He pulled one out right away, stuck it between his lips, and flicked his lighter. He hadn't even inhaled a puff yet, but the buzz was already hitting his body hard.
His fingertips trembled with pleasant vibrations.
It finally quenched that thirst.
"Just watching you is filling."
Scardi savored her cognac again, treating him like the perfect chaser. The thick fruit aroma and sharp alcoholic burn glided across her lips and faded.
One expensive glass had shattered,
but she didn't really care.
"How is it? To your liking?"
"…"
She teased him deliberately, trying to get a rise,
but he just calmly met her gaze, alternating between drags on the cigarette and sips of booze.
"You've been living a loss up till now, not knowing shit like this. Right?"
"And you?"
As he spoke, he plucked out the cigarette she'd just given him and handed it to Scardi.
"Do you even know what you're selling?"
"…I know damn well."
Scardi took it without hesitation, slipping it between her soft lips. Rin hurried over with a sleek lighter and held the flame to it.
"Haa…"
The deeply inhaled smoke billowed out as hot breath straight toward Crow. Amid the acrid yet sweet haze, both felt the drug's effects in full.
"Looks like there's a misunderstanding. You thought dealers don't touch their own product?"
"Yeah. You're even more trash than I figured."
"Misunderstanding. Regular folks fry their nerves on this stuff. But if you've got a way to fix that, why pass it up?"
Scardi smiled.
Crow smiled too.
They smiled like that until,
as the drug coursed through them, they started laughing out loud.
"Ah—hilarious."
Scardi laughed till tears welled up, staggering to her feet and approaching Crow. Even with the gun in his hand, she showed no fear.
"So, why're you really here? Come to drop off a gift? Truth is, I was gonna send my guys after you soon anyway."
Crow couldn't kill her even if he wanted to.
Scardi made contracts with her citizen debtors, attaching special clauses.
One terrifying line in those contracts read,
[Any injury severe enough to halt Scardi's vital functions transfers to the debtor.],
Of course, the price was steep,
but her debtors, drowning in massive debts to her, had no choice but to sign through their tears.
"Light another while we talk?"
Scardi grabbed his cigarette pack instead and pulled out two more. One went between her lips, the other she gently pushed into Crow's.
"Rin, light."
This time, Rin lit both their cigarettes. The sharp smoke rose, curling around their pressed-close bodies.
"Spit it out quick. You didn't call us here just to get high together... right?"
They sat overlapping completely.
Navels brushing,
Scardi stared straight at Crow and asked.
"Asked why you came, Cro... mmpf—"
But Crow didn't resist the blatant seduction. He pulled her in and kissed her outright.
The man and woman who'd just shared drug-laced smokes suddenly dove into a sticky, intense kiss.
Rin and the other gang members froze in shock, rushing toward them,
but Scardi's frantic wave stopped them cold as they watched.
The scent of cigarettes,
layered with premium cognac's fruit notes,
their tongues twisting and sharing it,
saliva flowing,
a slightly vulgar, erotic sound.
Chuup—chuuup—
Sharing one chair, they kept at the deep kiss. Crow led at first, but soon Scardi was rolling her tongue too.
"Pah…!"
After about a minute, they parted with hazy eyes, panting as they faced each other.
"Pay off some debt before you go, or whatever…"
Crow spoke first.
Their faces inches apart,
molten breaths tickling each other's noses.
"Oh, is that so?"
Scardi roughly wiped her mouth with her wrist, downed more cognac, then unleashed a second kiss on Crow.
But this wasn't chair-straddled anymore. They turned the table into a bed for a sloppy, full-on makeout.
The sudden man-woman tangle flustered everyone, but the pair reveled in the stares, devouring each other even harder.
"Haa… Expected the drugs, but not like this…"
"What, getting all hot and bothered?"
He'd planned to head back to his hideout before dawn,
but Crow scrapped that on the spot, focusing instead on unhooking Scardi's bra clasp.
Rin's face burned beet red; she couldn't even look. The other members coughed awkwardly or pretended not to notice.
"First time seeing this? Protect your boss right. Eyes up."
Crow kept mocking as he pulled Scardi into an embrace and shifted her to the bed. She couldn't hold back giggles at the sight.
"No idea what your game is. You really here to fuck?"
"Yeah."
But it wasn't pure fun laughter. Even Scardi couldn't hide the bewilderment and embarrassment creeping onto her cheeks.
"Fine… wait, okay. Just hold on. I'll strip…"
She'd never had an experience like this, so the thrill, anticipation, and tension hit her heart like it might burst.
Sure, last time Crow passed out, she'd taken his virginity—bigger than expected, tough going, but satisfying enough.
But him stripping her himself and starting caresses? Felt utterly bizarre.
"Eut! Hng…?"
Scardi couldn't believe that girly moan came from her own mouth. Not that she hated it…
"Ri, Rin… get everyone out for a bit…"
"Nah. She needs to watch. How else she gonna know when I slit your throat?"
Crow eyed Rin provocatively—her hand trembling on her sword hilt under the chandelier.
With little sexual experience herself, Rin could only react adorably.
"VIP treatment, right? You did it for me. I'll return the favor."
"Ha, what a clown…"
Scardi tried laughing it off, playing cool, but the throbbing pleasure rising from her inner thighs turned her womanly without realizing.
Couldn't deny it felt dreamlike.
She'd never cared for men before, but now the one she'd marked was ravaging her for real.
"I'm good with this. Thought it'd humiliate me?"
Even now, Scardi analyzed his intent and hidden motives,
but
"Don't raise your voice. Sounds desperate."
"…Ha?"
Crow threw her earlier words back and pounced like a kid. He mauled her springy breasts, sucking hard.
The slick tongue and suction made Scardi gasp raggedly.
"Hggh…! Didn't see this… hngt—gift coming…?"
"Quit talking. Arms up."
"Oh dear, scary. What wind blew in… chuup—"
The opulently decorated VIP room filled with sweltering heat. The pair's intense tryst set the whole space ablaze.
Crow's full body weight pressing down,
his potent lower presence,
melting deep kisses.
Tongues and saliva mingling ramped their arousal. The drugs doubled the sex-fueled ecstasy on hyped nerves.
They crashed sensitive bodies together honestly, embracing tight.
Normally Scardi would ride dominant, but Crow's bold assault seized control unexpectedly.
"Pah! What… yeah…! Gonna give it your all? Looking forward…?"
They mocked and tested till the end,
but both lowers were primed.
Wet squelching leaked beyond the bed. Crow crammed himself into Scardi and muttered.
"…Fucking tight."
He knew the woman under him was Scardi, yet treated her like any other.
"Let's go till we drop. Never fucked on drugs, huh? Shit was insane."