Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Chapter 3 - Backroom Deal
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I shake off the terrifying thought swirling in my head and fill Orca up.
The cum I scrape together from the bottom is even less in volume than before and noticeably thinner.
"Hah... huff..."
Pregnancy doesn't happen that easily. So, I try to convince myself that everything's still fine for now.
I struggle to pull out my sticky, clinging cock. Even as I extract it against the pressure of her pussy, a gooey pleasure clings to me.
"There... that's it..."
My heart aches. The blood flow is surging too hard through my body, putting a strain on it.
But since I've met Orca's demands, today should finally be over.
That has to be enough.
"Haaah..."
Orca lies sprawled on the sofa, basking in the afterglow of sex.
Her heated body cools rapidly. The sweat beading softly on her armpits, nape, and forehead settles and fades.
Her cold aura ability is cleanly washing away the lingering pleasure.
"Alright. That's good enough. Now it's time for your shot."
"Huh...?"
She brings both hands to her eyes like she's shielding them from the bright light and speaks calmly.
"I never promised anything about that. All I agreed to was sending Lily to Wing C. You'll keep getting the shots."
"W-wait a second."
I crawl off the sofa and over to her side, asking once more.
"What are you talking about...? Orca, this is seriously dangerous for me. My body's acting weird..."
"You'll be fine."
She moves one hand aside and turns her head to look at me. The sweat has cooled, but her upper body still carries the thick scent of a aroused woman as it leans toward me.
"I've got you, right? Just do as I say, and nothing bad will happen. Promise."
"Yeah...! That's why I'm doing everything you ask. So please... at least take out the aphrodisiac component... I can endure anything else. But that stuff is really..."
"Is it really that bad? How about this instead."
She strokes my cheek and jaw as she speaks.
"Solitary confinement in exchange for keeping the shots. I'll manage you personally. It'll just be the two of us. Of course, I'll look after Lily too."
A gentle tone emerges from Orca after so long. Her lips and face are so close they're crystal clear.
"I don't want to use the drugs on you either. But it's for your safety and training. If you stay in solitary, though, I'll step in and help directly. I swear it."
It's a familiar yet unfamiliar gaze and vibe. I've seen it a few times before, but I can't place who it reminds me of.
Orca whispers sweet temptations of love. I huddle pathetically between her arm and breast, racking my brain.
"What do you say, Crow?"
A little more,
and Orca pulls me in. Her cool body temperature heats up again, wafting a sweet, warm scent.
"Let's do that. Then you won't need the drugs anymore. Right?"
She turns her body toward me kneeling and hugging in front of the sofa, adjusting her position to lie back.
Her pure white, soft breasts, collarbone, and nape,
shift vividly with every movement of her arms.
"Crow, if we do that, I'll trust you. No matter how long it takes, I'll help you get back to hero work. You're different from the other villains. You're Crow, aren't you?"
One arm pulls me close,
the other brushes back my bangs.
Like lovers,
Orca whispers to me and presses her lips to mine.
"Crow, let's do it..."
Just a light brush,
enough to faintly feel the texture of her lips.
She pulls back and gazes at me with those clear blue eyes. Blinking her large, pretty eyes just right, Orca waits for my answer.
But I can't respond easily.
Could I really handle life in solitary? Could I spend all day attached to Orca, fulfilling her every whim?
Even if I could, would Orca really help Lily? If I'm not around, who would protect her? Scardi?
No. Going to solitary would be like betraying Scardi. She'd have no reason to help Lily anymore. Scardi only protects her because I'm by her side.
In the end, I need to stay near Lily, and both of us need to stick close to Scardi. No matter how much Orca cares, Lily becoming a target for the other villains is a given.
"...If you don't like that, just take the shots. Understand?"
As my hesitation drags on, Orca lowers her voice threateningly.
Even the loving caresses turn sharp and rough. She shoves me away and sits up on the sofa, glaring.
"I gave you a chance. Crow, you still don't get it—this prison, no one protects you but me. Think Scardi can shield you? No matter her connections, she's just another inmate under my watch."
She's right. Even if Scardi wields influence inside, if Orca draws her blade for real, Scardi would have to tread carefully.
"Why? So happy rolling around with those other bitches? That's why you're hesitating, huh."
Like a woman declaring breakup to her beloved,
she sits at an angle, staring daggers at me.
"Fine, take the shots. Body breaks or not, you're getting them. Deal with it. Eventually, you'll come crawling to me first. Begging for help, begging to stay in solitary with me."
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The drug is killing my body. It's breaking down faster than it can recover.
Since arriving at the prison, my body hasn't had a real break, but even so, the true fear creeping in now is
something I've never felt since gaining my powers: a sense of [dissolution]. I can't explain what it is exactly. Just... a bad premonition.
"S-Scardi..."
I can't stop trembling and end up seeking her out. I knock on her door, and Scardi—who was already prepared—steps out and scans me up and down.
"Come in."
I perch on her bed following her lead and shove a cigarette between my lips in a hurry. Once again, I'm indebted to Scardi.
"L-lighter. Gimme a lighter too."
"Here."
I can't forget the peace of mind I felt just days ago. Scardi's cigarettes are a desperate need to quiet the drug's grip, even a little.
"Phew... haa..."
I miss Lily. Like the match girl envisioning her parents in the match flame, somehow I see Lily in the cigarette glow.
"Kehk! Cough!"
I inhale too deep, scratching my throat raw. Coughs burst out uncontrollably.
But the trembling eases a bit. Nicotine hits fast, bringing some stability.
Still, one cigarette burns out quick.
Like a moth's brief life plunging into a streetlamp, the cig vanishes in seconds.
"Um, maybe... one more...?"
"Smoke as many as you want."
She opens a full pack and holds it out—never has she seemed so merciful. I hesitate, taking just one at first, then sneak a second while gauging her.
She said as many as I want, so it's fine. Shaking off the drug comes first.
I finish the first,
light up the second and puff hard,
and finally stick the last one in my mouth.
But no matter how much I suck in and hold the smoke, that earlier calm doesn't return.
Forcing my brain to figure out why,
only one answer emerges.
Even so, tonight,
I don't want to dirty that dank bathroom again.
"Th-thanks. I'll head out now."
So I express my gratitude and force my legs to carry me away. I can't stay by Scardi any longer.
"Rest more if you need. You won't last alone like that."
She's right—cold sweat soaks me, fever spiking—but
"...Nah. I'm way better."
I step out anyway,
and lie alone on my bed sheets, desolate.
Tonight my body chills unusually, and for the first time ever, I cough.
Cough—
Am I catching a cold? Never happened once since getting my powers.
I need to recover...
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"...Not following him today?"
"Nope. Push and pull, right?"
For a first love, she's remarkably skilled. Scardi, who never slips up, skips the usual clumsiness of young romance.
Of course, she aches to rush out and hug Crow tight, but she reins herself in and lies back on the bed.
"Still, one worry. He's already showing addiction signs. Next time I see the lady, tell her to ease up on the narcotics."
"Everything else okay? Does the aphrodisiac need to be that potent?"
"No. We need certainty there."
Neither Orca nor Crow
knows about Scardi's organization's backroom scheming.
"...He has to get desperate enough to break."
Truth is, they'll never know.
Bribe or intimidate a few on the company side, swap the drugs—done.
And the one taking responsibility for it all is Correctional Officer Orca.