Chapter 19. What Are You Doing to My Woman (2)
Chapter 19. What Are You Doing to My Woman (2)
A molester.
She'd never experienced it herself, but Serika understood the concept.
The type who lurked in blind spots—especially in a crowd like this—and tried to satisfy their own lust in secret.
It was a crime, a clear violation of another person. But she had never once imagined that she might become the target.
Because she'd lived her whole life without ever thinking she possessed that kind of allure.
"Damn, it's not every day a little groping makes a girl come that fast."
The turncoat held her limp body from behind as he spoke, kneading Serika's chest.
The voice in her ear dripped with unmistakable mockery.
"Been working hard on your self-development, have you?"
This one's going to be fun to play with.
As if that were exactly what he was saying.
"Nn, nghh..."
But it wasn't something she could dismiss as entirely wrong.
Something about it pricked at her, and Serika, struggling to steady her dazed mind, spoke with great effort.
"...Please, stop."
"This is... wrong. Hihk!"
In that instant, the molester twisted her chest hard. Since she wore thin cloth rather than armor, the sensation of his hand came through with brutal clarity.
"Oh, ohh, s-stop...!"
The moment he seized her nipples—already hypersensitive from the prolonged masturbation—her head wrenched back sharply. Afraid the sound might reach the people around them, she forced strength into her throat and, tears spilling down her face, pleaded with the man behind her to stop.
-Murmur, murmur.
But the press of the crowd was too thick; her hands couldn't move freely. Worse, her body had grown so sensitive that even an accidental brush against a stranger made her spasm and jerk away reflexively.
'N-no. I have to call for help...!'
Even so, Serika tried to rally her wits and cry out to the people nearby.
Her body was restrained, yes, but with so many people around, if she shouted, at least one of them would step in to stop this.
"Oh, now that's a good expression."
The words that followed, however, ripped her desperation out by the roots.
Serika, not immediately grasping his meaning, glanced back over her shoulder at the man behind her.
A lewd smile. But the way he licked his lips told her everything she needed to know: right now, her own expression was even more vulgar than his.
"Having other people see you come just because a molester touched you for a minute... that might not be so bad either, hm?"
"Th-tha... Ahhk?!"
He exploited her moment of hesitation and thrust into her sex again. Her body, already heated, responded acutely to his touch, and at last he drove her over the edge into climax once more.
"Hnghihk...!"
Her second climax.
By now the inside of her skirt was drenched, and her legs had long since given out.
-Squelch, squelch.
But the arousal fluid trickling beneath her skirt served only as excellent lubrication.
If anything, the man's hand seemed to gain momentum, plunging deeper still and mercilessly pumping at her depths over and over again.
'No. I'm...'
And yet Serika chose silence over a scream.
Because she was someone born with the fate of the hero.
Because the fact that she had surrendered to a man's hand and climaxed again and again could never be allowed to come to light.
'I am... the hero.'
But hero or not, she was still a fledgling who hadn't yet matured.
Her inexperienced nature left her lost, with no idea how to handle a situation like this. And all the while, the body that had been conditioned without her knowledge was transforming touches that ought to have been disgusting into pleasure she never asked for.
'If I feel it like this...!'
The moment even her thoughts ground to a halt.
By that point, the molester no longer even needed to clamp a hand over her mouth.
The sense of mission instilled in her translated into a conviction that this sight must never be revealed, and in the end it drove her to choose silence, to try to escape the situation by enduring it without a sound.
"Kah, hffha...!"
She could only clench her teeth and try desperately to resist the pleasure flooding through her feverish body.
But the tears and drool that flowed in the process only amplified the molester's sadistic desires.
"Well, this is a problem. I was planning to just cop a feel and move on, but the way you've been getting off so hard, missy, my little friend here got all worked up like this."
The moment mere wetness on his hand could no longer satisfy him, Serika became dimly aware of a rustling sound coming from below.
-Swish, swish.
The instant something slipped between the folds of her pushed-aside skirt and touched her.
It felt as though a slab of meat had been wedged between her thighs. Goosebumps erupted across every inch of her skin.
"Well, well. A baby face like that, and now I see you've got a nice firm backside too..."
"N-no..."
To use the crowd as cover, to exploit the blind spot from every direction, and go this far—
That was something that absolutely could not happen.
It should not be allowed to happen.
'In a place like this, with a man like this... my first time... I don't want that...!'
Her body may have already been defiled.
But her mind, which held no memory of it, was still no different from that of an inexperienced virgin.
"Eheheh! Whoa, the reactions are really intense now? From the way you're writhing, I'd say you've had plenty of experience. So come on, just let this old guy have a go, yeah~"
Of course, the obscene reactions she had shown were impossible to mistake for a virgin's.
The man felt not a shred of sympathy for her. He simply prepared to focus everything on resolving his own lust.
"There we go~ And now, mister's hole is going into the young lady's secret place~"
The thing that had been rubbing against her thigh finally pushed her underwear aside and readied itself to enter.
—WHAM!!
The sound of flesh being struck rang out.
And in that instant, the sensation that had held her body prisoner dissolved all at once.
The man who had been holding her, even the people who had formed a wall around them—everyone suddenly fixed their attention on the figure who had burst into their midst.
"Guhh?!"
"What the hell are you... huh?"
The mood of the crowd, irritated at having their enjoyment of the performance interrupted, stiffened the moment they saw who had forced his way in.
Murderous.
No, that definition fell short.
An aura that made it blindingly clear—touch anything, and none of them would walk away unscathed. That was what radiated unmistakably from the intruder.
'Dave?'
Yes, Serika knew him.
But wasn't this strange?
The Dave she had known until now had always seemed so gentle, so kind.
"Wh- what the fuck, you bastard, right when things were getting goo—"
The molester, still too slow to grasp what was happening, snarled and started to rise to his feet. The moment he did—WHAM!!
Dave's foot slammed into him, sending his heavy body crashing back to the ground.
"Gahak! You son of a bitch..."
—CRUNCH!!
Teeth came loose. Nasal bone snapped. Blood burst outward.
The molester, his head spinning from the merciless violence, felt something had gone terribly wrong and began to tremble.
"S-stop... just calm down for a—gurk!!"
Still pinned by the throat, the man took another fist to the face.
His eyes rolled halfway back, but that hardly mattered.
"You."
Droplets of blood scattered from Dave's raised fist.
But not a trace of hesitation showed as he drew it back once more.
"What the hell did you just do to my woman."
"H-huh? What?! Why are you—"
—CRACK!
The sound of bone snapping.
More brutal, pitiless violence followed, and still it seemed not enough. The hand tangled in the man's hair swung his head viciously toward the stone floor.
"You."
—WHAM!!
"What did you say to her."
His skull smashed into the stone as if it might shatter, blood gushing out.
The sheer ferocity of it made those around him afraid to even try to intervene.
"Do you have any idea who she is, you worthless piece of shit, that you'd lay your hands on her like that?!!"
There was no reason in this violence, no trace of ethics or morality. Only raw brutality.
The crowd, belatedly grasping the situation, simply backed away.
Even if they tried to stop him, it was clear he wouldn't listen—and the damage might easily spill onto them instead.
"Dave, stop...!!"
But there was one person.
One person who found the courage to step forward between them and seize his bloodied hand.
"Stop it. If you keep going, he really might die...!!"
Serika. The victim, the one the assailant had violated.
But it was not forgiveness.
She simply believed that wiping away her own humiliation was not something that should be done by someone else's hand...
And because she was terrified that her own pathetic inability to resist might drive him to do something truly irreversible.
"What's going on here?"
Armored soldiers approached from the distance, having belatedly caught wind of the disturbance.
Serika recognized them as the city guardsmen, but by then Dave had already taken her hand and was preparing to leave.
"...Come with me."
"Huh? Wait..."
"Getting caught right now won't do us any good. We can deal with the aftermath later, so hurry."
In the end, her body was pulled helplessly along. Even as they went, she could hear a few in the crowd murmuring about her and Dave.
"What, that guy... her lover?"
"Tch, and here I thought we'd get a good show."
A face flushed with a hint of excitement. A face tinged with disappointment.
People who had known she was being molested and simply turned a blind eye—they had been there in that crowd all along.
'...That's so cruel.'
Fellow humans, and yet—not only did they not comfort the victim, they actually cheered on the man who had strayed into depravity.
"It's all right."
As her body, still heated, trembled from the weight of that disillusionment, the man pulling her forward by the hand spoke in a quiet voice.
"It's all right. For now, let's just rest a little, and take some time to sort out our thoughts."
In a voice that was deeply gentle, deeply kind.
From the moment she heard those words, Serika stopped listening to what the crowd was saying.
'Yes. Dave... Dave came running for me.'
Thud, thud.
Her heartbeat grew louder.
'He is the only one who...'
The stronger that pulse became.
The more her sensitive sex began to throb, and ache.
***
...And then.
"I'm telling you, I don't remember!!"
After being taken into custody by the guards, the hawk-nosed man shouted at them, indignant enough that his lungs might burst.
"Don't play dumb! You think just because we weren't on the scene, what you did didn't happen?!"
"The testimony is all in! You're the one who tried to grope and rape her!"
"Don't give me that nonsense! Fine, I'm a beggar who lives off other people's coin, but I swear before the gods I'd never sink to crime...!!"
"Artful excuses if I've ever heard them. Drag him away!"
"I didn't do anything wrong!! What the hell am I supposed to have done?!"
The hawk-nosed man screamed as the guards hauled him off.
His wild resistance was that of a truly wronged man. And yet the guards simply dragged him away without the slightest hesitation.
'Wh-what in the world happened...! M-me, a molester? That's absurd!'
Yes, an utterly absurd situation.
The last thing he could recall was a golden-haired man with bronze skin who had given him alms.
So why, when he came to his senses, was that same man punching him senseless on the ground? And why had he—who had only taken the man's money—suddenly been reduced to a criminal?