Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Do Whatever You Want
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Creep hums a little tune. Listening to the childish melody coming from right beside me, I stare blankly up at the ceiling.
The bed is too narrow even for one person to lie down comfortably. Even so, we're pressed together so tightly that we can feel each other's body heat.
It's getting a bit hot, and sweat is starting to seep out. But I don't want to move. I don't even have the energy to.
"Honey, do you know this song? It's such a good one."
This time, a new tune comes out as her hum. I recognize the familiar rhythm. I vaguely remember what song it is, too.
"Nanananana~ Nanananana~"
It's incredibly slow,
and lyrical.
It's a song by an old singer that doesn't suit Creep at all,
but she sings along from the first verse to the last, following the melody perfectly.
Though her playful voice changes the song's feel quite a bit, the impression it gives isn't all that different.
"Sorry. I don't know the lyrics."
We pass the time imagining the song in our heads, even though neither of us knows the words properly. The languid atmosphere stretches on like a lazy, leisurely Saturday morning.
Mmuaah—
As the song ends, Creep purses her lips and presses them to my cheek.
I don't even care about that sort of thing anymore, so I just stay still,
"I'll wash you up after your nap. You haven't been able to shower properly. You smell like you. Well, I like it, though."
Creep keeps planting kisses on my cheek without getting tired of it. One becomes two, two becomes five, and...
Feeling the soft touch of her lips, I drift off to sleep. My body, neglected in a near-death state, protests desperately for rest.
Sleep,
eat,
and pass the time like that.
That's all.
For now,
I'm just a little tired.
"Honey, can you lift your arms?"
After about three hours of napping, Creep leads me to the shower room. Following her lead, I raise my arms or legs as she peels off layers of clothing one by one.
"There. Now... I'll wash you first. Let's make the water lukewarm. Too hot or too cold is bad for the body~"
Creep strips off her own clothes without hesitation,
then helps me stand and walks with me under the showerhead.
"Alright, shall we wash your hair first?"
It's like dancing.
Her body presses against my back, and we move together as if overlapping completely.
"You'll need a haircut soon. Don't worry. I'll ask Boss Scardi separately. She always calls in a stylist from outside. It's allowed by the rules."
From the back of my hand to my elbow,
I receive support wrapped in her palm and the inside of her arm.
Like a mother whale nudging her calf,
Creep maneuvers my body.
"Doesn't the shampoo smell nice? It's the best one among the standard-issue ones."
Foam starts at my head and flows down both our bodies. A sweet, subtle scent spreads out.
It's not some fancy fragrance. But it's familiar, ordinary, and pleasantly floral.
"Mm... hold on a sec. I want to shampoo too."
Worried I might slip,
Creep wraps her right arm around my waist and shampoos with just her left.
Once again, a pleasant scent fills the air.
A soothing aroma for body and mind.
"Alright, all done! Can you pass the body wash? Yeah, that blue tub. That's the one."
Now we wash away the grime while looking at each other's bodies.
There are no mirrors here. To prevent them from being broken into weapons, none were installed from the start.
So Creep examines my body closely and washes it slowly.
This should feel more humiliating than being raped or gang-assaulted—having to allow someone full access to my naked form.
But I say nothing, merely feeling Creep's gentle touch and the slickness of the body wash.
"The blood's mostly washed off now."
Little by little, ever so slightly,
Creep's hands slide down my body.
As she washes me with her whole body embracing mine,
her two hands apply body wash meticulously even to the most sensitive, intimate areas.
"Let's clean your dick well too. Oh? It's gotten pretty big. Feeling good?"
Caught in an uncontrollable physiological response, I can't even make excuses. My body melts under Creep's soft, tender touch.
"You've been suffering without it for a week, huh. Right?"
In truth, teetering on the edge of death, it would be a lie to say sexual desire had built up.
Even so, the curves of Creep's body,
her nipples pressing prominently against my back,
her caressing hands, our shared body heat,
and the pleasantly warm water arouse me plenty.
"Hey, honey. Should we do it now?"
Creep's left hand presses just below my navel,
while her right cradles and gently strokes my cock as if supporting it.
"Let's. What do you say? Say it yourself. If you don't want to, we won't. But if you do... I'll make it feel really good and gentle. Softly..."
Her thumb strokes and caresses the tip of my glans. The twitch isn't limited to my groin—it spreads through my whole body.
"How about it?"
Creep whispers. Her sweet voice keeps reminding me of the beauty of the female form and the pleasure it brings.
"..."
I clamp my mouth shut and endure,
"Hng, ah...!"
but I can't hold back a moan against her teasing touch any longer.
"D-do whatever... you want. You're gonna anyway... right?"
Even managing words through my hoarse throat, we both know it's just hollow pride.
So Creep grins slyly and hugs me tight.
"That's right. My honey did nothing wrong. This is just me wanting to do it with you, so relax and just enjoy it quietly."
The shower drags on.
We can't leave the shower room,
and under the pouring water, our lips meet.
"How was it?"
"Not sure."
As their first kiss ended, the two shared their impressions amid the lingering thrill of the forbidden act.
There was no way to know when they'd started feeling drawn to each other. What mattered now was that, in this moment, their hearts had briefly aligned.
"Me too."
Justice smiled sadly. Under the moonlight on the rooftop, she looked especially beautiful.
"Want to try again?"
"...Yeah. Of course."
Gazing down at the moonlit city, they kissed again. Unlike their clumsy first attempt, they now let their tongues roam more freely, exploring each other.
Justice embraced Crow,
and Crow embraced Justice.
In place of everyone below who had no idea they'd nearly died today, they raised a toast
and shared love for the first time.
It was the rooftop of the building where Crow often went to rest. Even the janitor rarely came up, giving it a sense of isolation from reality.
Yet they could hear every sound,
and it was closest to the sky.
There, they hurriedly stripped off their clothes. Their hero duties were tucked away in their battle suits for the moment.
"Ow...!"
Justice finished undressing first. Freed from her constricting clothes, she felt a boiling sensation she'd never experienced before.
"It hurts."
"I know. Sorry."
She pushed Crow down and took her place on top. Though his head throbbed dully, he didn't refuse her kiss.
"...What do we do?"
"What do you mean? You're already groping away."
"No condom."
"True. What now? Usually, the more experienced older one brings them."
"Don't tease. You're the one who wanted to."
An older woman should lead in such situations, but Justice—inexperienced as she was—panicked briefly and fumbled to put her clothes back on.
"I'll go buy some nearby."
"...No need. I actually have one in my wallet."
Of course, Crow was always prepared.
Truth be told, he hadn't bought it himself—the Director, unable to contain his nosy old-man meddling after watching them closely, had shoved it into Crow's pocket,
but either way, he was grateful they could enjoy their first time without breaking the mood.
"...Hoo, you sly bastard. How long have you been after me? So thorough."
"Says the one kissing so aggressively, Noona."
"Don't call me Noona. If you're gonna, use proper respect at least."
Heroes aren't born.
They're made.
They live amid countless threats,
overcoming and repelling them,
but
once they shed their hero suits,
ordinary men and women remain inside.
"Shall I lie down again?"
"...Would you?"
After that day, every so often,
when their souls needed solace, they would overlap their bodies.
On that lonely, solitary battlefield,
comrades were like lovers, after all.