Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: It's the Worst
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Like lovers,
Creep lovingly strokes mine. Each time the skin slides back and forth, drawn by her hand, I feel helpless waves of stimulation and my legs tremble uncontrollably.
Even though proper intercourse hasn't really started yet, my body is more honest to sexual pleasure than usual.
"Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we just lived like this, getting along and having sex? I think your resistance is cute too, but I also like this sweet, cozy vibe between us."
But when I plunge deep into Creep's thoroughly soaked depths, I still feel an unbearable anxiety.
Unlike the pleasure that swallows me up as if drawn in, the fear of a new life possibly being born between us is overwhelming.
"Ah, not inside."
"Why?"
Creep hugs me tightly and moves her lower body back and forth. Her great physique makes her adept at handling her own body. Even without much practice, she's fully awakened to how to please a man.
I'm sandwiched between the wall and Creep, hugging her back. The squeezing sensation is so intense that if I let my guard down even a little, I feel like I'll collapse right there.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to!"
"That's no reason."
Creep kisses me, refusing to hear any more. This feels like our first proper kiss.
I turn my head to cut short the tongue-twining kiss, but she wraps her arm around my neck and draws out a kiss I can't escape.
The shower water cascades over both of us. The sound of droplets falling mixes with the wet sounds of saliva mingling.
Creep's tongue sweeps through my mouth. Our hot breaths clash. I swallow something that's either my saliva or hers.
My heart wavers strangely.
It's not happiness,
nor sadness.
"Pah— Haa... Still hate it, baby?"
"...I hate it."
Still, I don't want to cross that line.
I don't want to come inside Creep.
"Whaaat, really...?"
The urge to ejaculate surges. I know that soon, I won't be able to hold back the semen.
"I love it so much... Ung... You really are beautiful when you resist..."
"...Hngh!"
But in the end, Creep
hugs me tight once more and takes all my sticky semen deep inside her again.
My body trembles. A momentary burst of pleasure and release.
"Haa..."
Creep's voice melts away. In the woman's joy at the peak of orgasm, I feel an ecstatic sense of conquest.
"It's still coming out..."
I lose count of how many times it twitches. Thick, white fluid quietly spills from the gap where we're joined.
"How was it?"
But right now,
I really have no strength left to resist.
I slide down and collapse just like that.
"It's the worst."
Semen overflows, trickling stickily down Creep's thighs right in front of my eyes.
I don't even know what I want anymore.
Even as I form this weird relationship with Creep, I'm still bound to her, drawn in against my will.
Sometimes she beats me herself,
sometimes her gang drags me off and I'm their plaything all day,
sometimes she strokes me gently, acting like she's my mom or something,
and occasionally,
she says things that are hard to understand.
"You know, alcohol is really bad for your body."
Like now.
After finishing our shower, we've come back to the room and are lying together on the bed.
I'm not lying next to her because I like her. I've just realized that to escape these nerve-wracking fights with her, I need to change my [perception and attitude].
"You shouldn't drink alcohol."
"I don't."
"See! My baby's so smart. Everyone who drinks is just stupid. Wanna know why?"
"No."
She reacts with sincere delight to my curt, annoyed words. In these pointless conversations, I just lie there and rest.
"Alcohol makes people cowardly. It clouds your mind and makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. Some idiots claim that's your true self, but that's not it. People's true selves don't come out from that cowardly booze."
Before long, Creep's hands and feet start roaming over me again.
"Your true self comes out when you're so exhausted and worn out that you let everything go."
Once more, her sticky hand begins teasing my sensitive spots.
Her index finger starts at my navel and slides down, shamelessly slipping into my underwear,
trying to awaken my weary instinct yet again, with a small, lewd knock.
"I don't want to hear your murder philosophy. And I don't feel like doing it anymore today."
Even as I firmly refuse, she doesn't stop. Instead, she flashes that innocent smile and whispers seductively.
"But I'm gonna do it."
Creep doesn't stop stimulating me. It's like leaving me alone even for a moment would cause some disaster; she clings persistently, grating on my nerves.
She was so sweet and tempting in the shower,
but in the room, she picks fights with me.
"Stop me if you can."
"Fuck! Cut it out!"
That's why curses slip out before I know it.
After venting so refreshingly, I'm momentarily shocked by the vulgar word I uttered,
"If you want a kid, fuck some other guys! I said no! Fuck! I hate it! Cut it out!"
"But I don't wanna."
Creep giggles and yanks down my pants and underwear at once.
A surge of rage boils over.
Betrayal toward Justice,
frustration at this shitty situation,
helplessness craving comfort...
Unable to hold it back, I slap her cheek,
and she slaps mine back hard, and we start wrestling,
trading curses and insults amid the creaking of the cheap bunk bed,
you shitty bitch, crazy bitch, psycho,
creepy bastard, orphan,
uneducated trash,
retard, dog bastard,
and after all those words are spent, we tumble over each other, rolling onto the floor, banging heads against the wall until blood flows,
wrenching joints, biting,
strangling throats, grabbing hair,
and before long,
we're both utterly spent, embracing each other again,
kissing. This time, the kiss tastes of blood.
Ironically, in this cycle of violence, I feel an inexplicable sense of relief.
Like when Justice first held me...
"Ba, heuk, baby—"
Creep giggles as she speaks. Right after the kiss, she chokes my neck again and punches me, but her smile never fades.
"You're the best—"
Smack—
She kicks my chest hard with one foot, sending my body flying into the air and slamming my head into the bed frame.
The world spins. Unable to support my weight, I collapse onto the bed, and Creep climbs on my back, wrapping her forearm around my neck.
"Shh!"
"Guh— Kek—"
Pressure on the carotid can knock a person out in seconds. But Creep doesn't want that boring game.
She intentionally loosens it just a bit,
just barely enough, delivering long, nauseating agony.
"Babyyy! I love you today too, ung!?"
My body jerks upward. My waist and legs flail in the air until she eases up a little, letting me drop back onto the sheets in convulsions.
Like a fish dragged onto land,
in the scant oxygen and blood, I thrash desperately.
"You know what? I love you the most in the world...!"
The end of my desperate struggle and fight
is always her.
Honestly,
personal opinion,
Creep could subdue me easily but seems to give me chances on purpose.
That's why,
no matter how much I struggle, I can't win.
"So! I'm coming in your pussy today too! Got it!?"
Even trying to flee the bed,
her legs lock around my waist, holding me in place.
"I won again today, so fight harder tomorrow, got it!? Got iiiit!!"
My neck bones feel like they'll snap.
In that shock and pain,
Creep giggles again and releases my neck.
"Now let's make a baby again. Come on, daddy!"
Even giving it my all under her unbeatable strength, I feel a paradoxical sense of security as she rapes me.
We skipped dinner and had sex all day. Honestly, I needed air more than food, so I wasn't even hungry.
She really loved choking me. She said the sensation of her two hands gripping my neck, pulsing with blood and life, was ecstatic.
I didn't want to hear commentary from a serial killer, but Creep always spouted trivial stories whenever she raped me.
The next morning,
when we went out for roll call,
we were both wrecked again.
"What the hell...!"
I could barely stand,
my neck covered in bruises.
Creep's clothes were torn, exposing bruised skin and scratches everywhere.
"Creep, go to the infirmary! Crow, pack your things and move to another room right now!"
"Ehh—?"
Even then, Creep jolted in surprise and whined to the guard.
"Ah, we fell off the bed while sleeping... We can't sleep if we're apart... Sob sob..."
Of course, her plea was denied.
I thought I'd finally regained my freedom and escaped Creep, but
"..."
Moving to another room didn't solve anything. Maybe living with Scardi would've been better.
She just stared at me blankly,
never stepping in.
My face flushed red for a moment. Thinking of Scardi as some ally of mine.
I was probably crumbling bit by bit.
"It's okay, baby. We can roam free at night anyway, so I'll come visit every time."
Creep whispered tearfully in my ear.
Like a pure maiden's promise to her beloved as he departs.
"..."
I just
silently laid out a mat in a corner of the common area and lay down.
It didn't bother me much.
Nothing had changed.
Just that thanks to the guard's actions,
from now on, every time I'm raped, all the villains would gather to watch—
that's all I thought.
But that guard wasn't entirely my curse.
"Oh right. And, Crow? You have a visitation today, so go to the infirmary and get treated first. At least put a bandage on your face before you go."
For the first time in ages,
a visitation was scheduled.