Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Flustered
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If you're carrying out a mission, no matter what happens, you must never panic.
In the end, the world is full of unpredictable variables. What's truly important is not getting swept away by those variables and pushing through with your own will.
"Huh."
A voice echoed from beyond the shadow-filled corridor. It was pitch black, but she and I could sense each other's presence without issue.
"I know who you are. I've always thought it'd be nice to meet you sometime, and it looks like today is the day."
We were bound to cross paths eventually.
I always moved cloaked in shadows,
and she wielded her pitch-black emotions freely.
"Well then..."
She was an unpredictable woman.
Creep was already a serial killer who'd murdered fifteen people, but even worse rumors circulated about her.
Creep didn't just kill her targets. Every single one of their faces bore an expression of peace or a smile when they died.
"Pleased to meet you."
All of Creep's victims, without a single exception, shed tears of joy and relief as they died.
In the serenity of knowing they no longer had to suffer.
"Hic, heeek, hik, kuh-hik..."
However, on the flip side, the victims couldn't maintain their sanity during the days they were held by Creep.
The middle-aged woman I'd been supporting as she struggled to walk suddenly collapsed in place. She seemed to have neither the strength nor the will to keep going.
"I-I'm not trying to run away! I swear I'm not! This bitch just... she just decided to take me on her own!"
Right there, she pissed herself and screamed. It was more like a shriek, a wail, or a beast's howl.
Creep immediately led me straight to her room.
I considered shaking off her grip and resisting several times, but her gang was scattered throughout the common area in considerable numbers. Oddly enough, the two-person room where we'd be alone felt safer.
Ordinary people might be terrified, but I wasn't afraid of Creep.
She was just another human being. And I knew that better than anyone.
Villains deserved punishment, but in the end, they were human too. The evil born from human imperfection and immaturity corrupted their minds, but they could never transcend human limits.
Click.
The door locked. Now, only I, Creep, and the guards could open our room's door.
"Let go."
So I could act as I always did. I was no longer the guy who'd spent the day getting beaten and cowering on the floor.
In that moment, I could stand tall on both feet, just like when we'd clashed before.
But the situation was still dangerous.
Even if my body had recovered somewhat, I was still under the effects of drugs that restricted my overall physical movement.
Creep was merely sealed in her abilities, so physically and in combat, she was far from being outmatched by me.
"I said let go."
But "far from outmatched" also meant Creep couldn't act recklessly either.
If she tried something and ended up hurting herself, it'd be a bitter loss for her.
When she'd forcibly kissed me before, the finger she'd injured was still bandaged. Creep's recovery speed exceeded a normal person's, but it was nothing compared to mine.
So we were on equal footing.
I was no longer beneath her.
"I'm not the one locked up here. You're locked up with me. If you lay a finger on me, then..."
"..."
But
that didn't guarantee my safety.
"Honey, words aren't gonna cut it today, huh."
It happened in an instant. Creep lunged at me. The sound of her kicking off the ground made the bunk bed creak loudly.
It wasn't so fast I couldn't react, so I tried to push her away with my foot to keep distance. The room was cramped, making it disadvantageous for fighting, but that applied to both of us.
Thud!
Creep went flying. But our fight wasn't ending that easily.
She slammed back-first into the wall and slid to the floor, but without a moment's hesitation, she climbed onto the bed and grabbed my right leg.
Then she slowly, obsessively crawled up my leg. I swung my fist with all my might to stop her from climbing my body, but it wasn't enough against her nails digging into my flesh as she clung on.
Soon we were pressed close, grappling and rolling. We gripped each other's throats, shoving faces away, and whenever the balance of power shifted even slightly, our positions flipped.
"Aagh!"
It was a more vulgar, disgusting brawl than street punks fighting. Especially unlike me, Creep used every dirty trick in the book to vent her rage.
She bit, clawed, and even tried to gouge my eyes. I barely blocked the nails coming right at my face, preserving my sight, but getting attacked there meant I might never see again.
Of course, I wasn't just taking it. As I've kept saying, I threw punches with everything I had to shake her off.
But even with bruises forming and her lip splitting, Creep showed no sign of stopping.
She tore at my clothes.
Like a beast driven mad with fury, she wouldn't stop no matter how much she got hit.
Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulder,
and clamped down viciously on my trapezius, holding on for dear life.
"What the...?"
It was absurd,
but it was real.
Even as she lunged to kill me, she was trying to do something perverse.
"Crazy...! Get off me!"
That scared me more.
I'd thought we were fighting for our lives,
but Creep seemed to have other ideas.
"Get off!"
I yanked her hair with all my strength, but she bit down harder and held fast. It felt like chunks of flesh and muscle were tearing away. A little harder, and the whole muscle might crumble.
"Ugh..."
She really
pressed tight against me without a gap, grinding her hips as she panted roughly.
Even after we'd exhausted ourselves pouring out our strength,
Creep kept up her sticky movements.
Like a cicada clinging to a tree,
she wrapped her legs and arms around my body tightly,
then rubbed her soft breasts and skin against me while gasping for breath.
Her hot exhales from all the movement started mixing with moans bit by bit.
Blood smeared our mouths,
and our bodies were covered in scratches needing treatment,
but Creep didn't care as she began preparing for sex.
"You think I don't know what you're plotting with that Scardi bitch?"
Right by my ear, a voice thick with rage whispered.
From where she'd been biting me, drool dripping, came a stream of wet, hot hatred.
"Why? Planning to ship me off somewhere else? No way in hell. You think I'll go that easily?"
"Eek...! Get... off me...!"
I tore at her hair hard enough to rip it out,
but she tensed up and held on, laying down the law.
"I-I'm... never... going. Do whatever the fuck you want. If I go, I'm taking my honey with me. We're one body, right...!?"
My arm straining with effort
and Creep's neck trembling as she desperately held on shook violently.
It was a fight where neither could gain the upper hand,
so conversely, neither could kill the other.
"Ah, aha! Ahk! Yeah, maybe this is true love. Right? Honey!?"
But we could keep fighting.
We inflicted wounds all over each other's bodies, tormenting one another,
yet in the midst of it, we ended up ready for sloppy copulation.
"Lovers fight like this sometimes, don't they!?"
"Aagh! Ku... ugh! You... crazy bitch..."
Kiss marks appearing one by one on my body, and Creep's teeth marks.
Sometimes biting, sometimes sucking noisily,
and when I poured all my strength into prying her off, she'd cling tenaciously,
"Let go, please...! Just...! Let go...!"
Truly struggling,
even if I hauled my body up and slammed her head and back into the top bunk or the wall,
Creep never let go of me.
"Ha, ugh... hngh..."
When we were both utterly spent,
and even lacked the strength to speak,
Creep invariably reached down to her lower body and started aligning her hole with mine.
"F-fuck! Enough! Stop it!"
Every time I thrashed like a madman,
she'd hurriedly wrap her arms around me tight and hold on.
"Cr-crazy... f-fucking... bitch..."
"Heh, hng... haa... hek..."
We ended up clinging tightly,
both of us panting for breath.
Over and over,
then I'd thrash to shake her off again,
Creep would strain with all her might to hold on,
and after repeating that for over an hour,
our strength would hit rock bottom.
"Go on, keep fucking around with that bitch. Go ahead, do whatever. Get beat to shit and heal up good. I'll take it every day. Got it...? Honey? Yeah?"
Then,
Creep's twisted mental state would always outlast me.
"Haeuk... hi, hehek... it's in..."
Eventually...
Creep shoved my still not-fully-erect thing inside her hole.