Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Nursing (1)
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It was at least a few more hours later when I regained consciousness again.
"..."
The first thing that came into view was the wide steel frame of the bunk bed.
At the same time, I felt the texture of a damp cloth draped over my forehead.
"You're awake?"
It was Creep. My body tensed up again for a moment, but for some reason, she was helping me recover.
"They say if you have a fever, putting a wet cloth on your forehead like this helps."
Of course, instead of a properly soaked towel like normal people use, she had taken off her own top and slapped it right on my forehead—and she wasn't wearing anything on top herself.
It was such a bizarre approach to caregiving that it hardly deserved the name. Still, just like always, her touch carried a gentleness that could almost pass for a mother's.
I couldn't understand why the word "gentleness" even came to mind for her,
but in reality, Creep was looking down at me with a worried expression, tending to me.
"I even made you some porridge?"
She even blushed like she was embarrassed, bringing over a bowl,
scooping up a bit of its contents and holding it right up to my lips.
"Ahh~"
"..."
I agonized over it for another long while—should I eat it, or turn my head away?
But one sentence from her
made it impossible not to.
"Come on, honey. You need to get better quick. Otherwise, your friends will worry so much when they come visit later."
She was right.
I looked like hell. We were approaching the end of day three, but my body was turning into a total rag from the nonstop stress and beatings, day and night.
This wasn't some light assault—it was straight-up attempted murder, which delayed any chance of recovery.
Even my weakened healing ability couldn't keep up; new wounds formed faster than the old ones could heal, so my body wasting away was inevitable.
"Right?"
So, I opened my mouth.
Not for Creep's sake, but because I hated the thought of my comrades worrying about me when we reunited.
I repeated it to myself dozens of times inside: This isn't compromise.
I'm just using Creep to recover my body.
"Good boy, such a good boy."
I accepted the food she offered.
Creep called it porridge, but it was far from it.
I could feel the uneven texture of instant noodle strands, roughly broken up. Given how hard it was to get rice in the prison, she'd probably crushed the noodles and soaked them in water to make something porridge-like.
Or maybe not—there was a sweet taste, so perhaps she'd used something like soda.
"Tastes good, right?"
Even so, it was delicious.
More than the potato chips I'd scarfed down in a rush,
this bland, rough noodle porridge tasted better.
"Eat well, rest well, and you'll be better in no time. The swelling's already almost gone. My honey's so tough, and he recovers fast too."
My body had been pushed to its limits bit by bit, but now that I'd started resting, I could feel my strength returning little by little.
Still, with Creep, who knew when her mood might shift? How far would this sudden kindness go?
"...You're so pretty. Really."
The hand stroking my forehead slid down to my cheek,
then to my nape and chest.
The motherly touch that had handled me like a child turned into the caress of a woman craving her lover.
I felt her gaze drawn to my body. That sticky, pitch-black tar-like stare kept savoring me.
"Ah, seriously..."
I hadn't expected her kindness to end this quickly.
"Honey, do you need to pee or anything?"
She switched attitudes on a dime, testing the waters.
Creep climbed onto the bed. The cheap bunk bed frame creaked loudly throughout.
"No need to be shy. This kind of thing... girlfriends are supposed to do it, right? Yeah."
Her face flushed red. If anything, Creep seemed more nervous than me.
Surprisingly, she tensed up like she had no experience with men.
Me, I wasn't a total novice with women, so even in this forced situation, I could maintain some composure. I'd already been through it with Acid and Black Owl, after all.
It just filled me with anguish—the sense of betrayal and helplessness swelling inside.
The torment of having to do this with a woman I didn't love,
and worse, one of the most vile villains.
I had no strength left to move my body. Resistance wasn't an option.
The best I could do right now was numbly accept whatever pleasure Creep gave me and silently yearn for reunion with my comrades.
I didn't want to let out any gasps under her.
My body? I could give that up easy. It was nothing. This was just another form of violence inflicted on me.
From the moment I entered this prison, there was no escaping this humiliation. All I had left was to resist to the end, never submitting—that was my only weapon, my counterattack.
"Hng, mmph..."
Creep's face burned like it might explode as she slowly pulled down my pants. My prominent lower half stood out starkly compared to a woman's, and it seemed like too much stimulation for her.
"Haa..."
From point-blank range,
she exhaled slowly, her face right in front of my underwear.
"Whoa..."
Please,
at least keep your mouth shut.
Or better yet, spew something disgusting and crude like Acid or Black Owl would.
That might've made it easier to stomach.
But watching this—like some innocent first time with a first love—it was messing with my head.
"Crow, so this is what you look like."
Her breath tickled me. With all my nerves focused down there, every one of her actions drew my full attention.
"Weird smell. But definitely my honey's scent. Mmm. The texture's strange. Kinda soft, but a little..."
I didn't want to get hard,
but the body is brutally honest.
No matter how steadfast the mind, it can't stop basic physiology.
"...It's getting firm. You're erect, right? When it gets this big, it means you feel good, yeah?"
Creep smiled. A smile of pure, innocent joy as she brought her cheek and lips even closer.
"I love you too, honey."
With that, Creep mustered more courage.
Her fingertips tugged my underwear down.
It caught briefly on the stiff tip of my glans before slipping down,
but Creep carefully slipped her hand in, grasping me and giving a light squeeze.
Finally, my bare skin was fully exposed. My erection bobbed in the air, uncovered, trembling between her cheek and shoulder.
"Bigger than I thought, and so hot. A little sticky."
Weakened as I was overall, my mind couldn't control my body, so it followed natural instinct.
It grew harder, a clear fluid leaking from the tip as a gauge of arousal.
Every word from Creep lodged in my brain.
"Yeah, I love you."
Innocent, yet sensual.
"I'll love every part of you. This texture, this feel, this smell, this taste..."
Boldly, Creep savored her first time. She stuck out her tongue, teasing the tip with light licks, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
"Mm, not sure. What flavor is it...?"
Not getting much taste from licking like ice cream, she pressed her lips to the tip and started sucking gently.
"Slurp—"
Too much stimulation. Her soft lips quivered, and I swear I felt every fine wrinkle.
I'd never expected such tender caresses.
I'd braced for something violent and filthy, fitting her reputation and personality,
but this... it was like with her...
No, maybe even more passionate, brimming with love than back then.
"Hng, ngh..."
It took effort to hold back my voice.
My hand naturally reached for Creep's head.
Every movement screamed pain through my body, throbbing aches following,
but staying still was torture—I had to move.
Slurp—! Slrrp—
But Creep didn't care, devouring all of me. Like a passionate researcher, she opened her heart fully, accepting everything.
"N-no, stop..."
I tried pushing her away, but she wouldn't budge. Her hands gripped tight, sucking the tip relentlessly, savoring the masculine taste.
"Haa—"
Then she opened wide, taking the whole front into her mouth.
My mind went blank.
Already hypersensitive, the sensation doubled.
The pressure inside Creep's mouth, her sticky saliva,
her moans,
the lewd, thick sounds,
buried in it all, I became a slave unable to move.
Unable to pull Creep off,
my lost hand could only cover my face.
I couldn't bear watching this affectionate fellatio,
nor show her my tears.
At least in this darkness,
I could only pray for it to end quickly.