Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Harassment
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Familiar voice.
Same scene.
"Stand up straight."
The guards check off the prisoners one by one as they come out of their cells. They count headcounts and verify that everyone on the roster is safely inside C Wing.
"Any patients? Patients..."
In the process, they also check the prisoners' health.
The guard passes by me and Creep, then flinches in surprise and stammers.
"Uh, ahem. Are you hurt?"
"No?"
Creep flashes an innocent smile like it's nothing.
But the bruises on her body, and the kiss marks on my neck and cheek, are too obvious to dismiss as some minor mishap.
"After morning rations, head to the infirmary. And you..."
So the guard makes a very wise call.
"...Well, the correctional officer said you still have recovery abilities, so just rest up and take care of yourself."
She sends Creep to the infirmary,
and tosses a few perfunctory words my way.
"...Yes."
Anyone could see it was biased, discriminatory treatment, but I say nothing and quietly accept it.
There's no gain in challenging that guard. My complaints would be ignored, and Orca would just summon me again for harsh words and a beating.
I don't feel anger toward them. I know they're the righteous ones who have to manage us villains.
Still,
a hollow emptiness creeps into a corner of my heart, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Breakfast is simple.
Two boiled eggs,
cheap sausage,
hard, crumbly biscuits.
Same as always.
The one silver lining is that no one's bothering me today.
"Eat up~"
Creep must have told her gang not to interrupt my meal. She seems eager for me to recover quickly so I can come find her.
Originally, she probably wanted to corner me and slowly suffocate me to death, but now she's even guaranteeing my meals. Last night's bloody brawl must have become her new entertainment.
I might even cut back on the favors I have to give Scardi. It's a one-sided exchange where Creep loses nothing...
"Huh? Baby, I'm telling you to eat well. Why aren't you even responding? You're making me sad."
She's permitting the meal, but not leaving me alone.
Creep sidles up and rests her chin on my shoulder. Her free right hand gently strokes my hair, oh so tenderly.
"Get off."
Taat-
Even shoving her away coldly just amuses Creep and the others.
"Oppa, you're so tough~"
"I'm shaking right now. Can't even hold my spoon..."
Mocking laughter, jeers.
Eating amid that feels dry and suffocating.
No taste, no warmth,
just fuel to fill my tank.
As I force down the half-hearted slop,
disgustingly enough,
what pops into my head is the smoked chicken leg and ramen Scardi force-fed me.
Once the meal ends,
"I'll be back~"
Creep leaves. A trip to the infirmary will take at least a few hours, so finally, I'm free of her grip for a bit.
"Ah, wait. Come here for a sec? Ear close, I have something to say."
"Yeah?"
But right before leaving, she still gives orders to her gang.
"Ah~ okay. Unnie, don't worry, go ahead."
Judging by how both women's gazes lock onto me,
"..."
my brief freedom was just wishful thinking.
Sure enough.
"What did unnie say?"
"Play with him however, as long as you don't fight inside. She said it's fine to heat him up a bit."
Instead of scheduled morning exercise,
I become the gang's plaything.
Resisting is pointless. If I try, they gang up and lynch me—far more dangerous than being alone with Creep.
"Agh~ this crazy bitch. Quiet down when you're pounding. Huh? Trying to break the bed? Shit, yesterday it echoed all the way outside."
"Strip him first. Whatever you do, expose the dick to make him obedient."
Truly,
nothing but vulgar comes to mind.
Like beasts who've abandoned their humanity, the villains snicker as they confiscate my clothes.
"Whoa~ it's big. Face-wise, I figured it'd be smaller than this morning's sausage."
"That's why unnie likes it~"
Gazes converge, disgusting jokes fly my way.
Exercise time—why not just exercise? What's so fun about trying to break me?
"But don't touch it. If any of you can't hold back, use his mouth. Don't mess with the lower half and piss off unnie, or you won't die pretty."
"How to use the mouth? Make him suck and he bites your clit clean off."
"Then tie him so he can't bite and grind on his face. What do you want me to do about it."
At least that's a relief.
They fear Creep.
No matter how much they roast me, they won't cross the line because of her...
"Th-then, let me use him a bit...!"
...Right?
Does she not read the mood, or pretend not to?
One of the naive villains from before creeps forward, glancing around nervously.
My expression,
and the other villains',
must all be similar.
"Is that bitch actually insane?"
"Agh! Someone control the kids."
They stop tormenting me to bicker among themselves.
"Think for once! You crazy slut! Big tits don't mean go full retard!"
"Her brain nutrients all went to those udders."
But unlike her anxious, sweating panic,
she inches right up to me, starts undressing,
then hesitates and dresses again.
Exposing her bare chest must be pretty embarrassing.
Even in her fidgeting hesitation, those massive breasts jiggle up and down fiercely. Living with that size can't be easy.
Anyway, she presses against my cheek and yells,
"S-suc... suck!"
Offering to let me suck.
Her deranged nonsense almost makes me pity her.
"Uh, um... unnies, she's not sucking..."
"Ha, real idiot... What do you want us to do."
"Look at his face. Mess up and you're done. Skip the mouth, play with the dick or shove your pussy in his face. Don't bleed needlessly."
She listens well enough. She jumps up and shoves her crotch right at eye level.
"Haa, haa... C-Crow right in front..."
Of course, she doesn't drop her pants fully, just slips a hand inside and rubs.
Still, she's close enough that the heat and sounds reach me subtly. The orange prison uniform twitches and bulges with her fingers.
"Hng, hueet..."
"What the hell is she doing? Was she always like this?"
"Nah. Just insane sex drive maybe... Or Crow's her type? Yeah, pretty face makes you wanna wreck him."
I try desperately to close my eyes and turn away,
but the other villains finally "help" by threatening me.
"Hey, watch properly. She likes it."
"Situation's hilarious, right? Khk..."
They shove my head even closer.
The idiot villain blushes furiously at how near my face is, but the others won't let me be.
A faint sourness, a weirdly lewd scent. I catch myself minding my breathing.
Still, this humiliating mess beats getting beaten a hundred times over. Definitely.
"...Hey, what are you doing! It's exercise time!"
Suddenly, a guard's voice rings out. What a miracle—she's right on time and saving me.
"Hiiik!"
The villain yanks her hand out and topples backward, frantically wiping her soaked fingers on her clothes.
How much rubbing to get that wet already?
"Aigoo, Guard. We were just helping her exercise. See? No hitting. Didn't even touch him."
The villains scramble to cover up and send the guard away.
But she doesn't leave—instead, she heads straight for me.
"...Got it. Everyone back off first. I have business with Crow."
In prison, "business" means almost one thing only.
A single [Event].
"Visitation. Association sent someone, so 10 minutes, then back to C Wing."
Visitation.
Someone else here to see me.
I don't know who yet, but her face faintly comes to mind.
"...Yes."
"And these every-other-day visits aren't regulation. This is the last pass—tell your contacts."
Justice from days ago won't come back. We ended badly for both.
That leaves one.
"Yes, understood."
Lily.
She's finally here.