Chapter 29. Please Stop. I Have Someone I Love...!!
Chapter 29. Please Stop. I Have Someone I Love...!!
I had met many women before, but even so, I had been unable to find any viable approach with Ymir.
She had an antisocial streak so pronounced I suspected she might harbor a genuine hatred for humans despite standing on humanity's side, and she was a single-minded eccentric who showed no interest in anything beyond her own research....
Above all, she possessed the skill to be selected for the hero party, so the moment I tried to force hypnosis on her, she would likely react instantly and burn my whole body to ash.
I could not even conceive of closing the distance and lulling her into lowering her guard.
For that reason, I had practically given up on the idea of using her and discarding her as I had with Serika.
At least, I had given up—until I learned that the subject of her research was the power of a witch.
"Haah, ah.... Ugh...."
Yes, if it involved the power of a witch, I could not simply remain idle.
Time already passed cannot be turned back. It might already be far too late to do anything about it, but still....
Still, if my reason for giving up truly was that I 'had no other choice,' then I must not discard an opportunity to begin, however belatedly.
"Ugh, w-wait...."
And in that context, Ymir personally asking me to investigate information had come to me as a certain kind of opportunity.
She needed information about witches, traces of whom had already vanished, and I knew information about witches that she did not.
So I could use this as a chance to distort the source of the witch-related information I knew, feed it to her, win her favor, and draw closer to her.
"Just a moment, please wait. Please, I'm begging you...."
"......Haa."
But why was the woman I had chosen as a starting point for that operation so full of complaints?
"A slave does not talk back to her master."
"I-I'm sorry. But, my body feels so strange.... I-I was thinking, maybe something is wrong....."
A woman sitting with her legs spread on the bed, her eyes glistening with tears.
She wore modest glasses and had blue hair tied in a ponytail. She worked as a receptionist at this city's adventurer's guild.
Handling administrative work in a place where adventurers roving from many regions gathered.
Naturally, a receptionist was the easiest source of information for a low-rank beginner like me to approach, but could I really be satisfied with just information exchanged through words?
Even for a guild employee, the information she could release to outsiders was strictly limited.
Thus, to obtain proper information, the most suitable method, one could say, was to seize control of her mind and engage in this act in order to stimulate emotions rooted in her unconscious.
"You don't say anything. You just accept what I do. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes.... Haak!!"
A ragged gasp burst out the moment I put my fingers back inside her sex.
Even that, as if obeying the command to suppress it, she muffled with the back of her own hand.
Yet still her gaze was fixed downward, between her own legs, until the moment moisture pooled inside her once-tight cunt and her slick-soaked fingers rubbed against her vaginal walls with a wet, squelching sound.
"Ahh, ughh!"
The receptionist let out tearful moans, as though caught in a situation she could not fathom. As if trying to stop the fingering, both her hands fluttered helplessly in the air, but in the end, they never moved to impede my actions.
"S-see, it's strange. Something is strange... Th-there, it, it feels strange.... Ahak!!"
Squirt!
The moment she climaxed, her arousal fluid gushed out and soaked the bed.
Her body, having arched its back, soon collapsed onto the bed, her naked form laid bare before me.
"Oh, ooh, ah.... Ahhak...♥"
Well, well, look at her, eyes rolling back and drool spilling out.
Seeing her so blissed out from just a bit of fingering, she seemed to have been developed to some extent....
But for someone like that, her insides were on the tight side, and the emotions unconsciously surfacing despite her inability to suppress them bordered on shame—wasn't that rather strange?
"Give me your hand."
"Y-yes. I-I understand."
The woman who had struggled to force out an apology slowly extended her hand toward me.
A ring fitted on the ring finger of her trembling left hand. A couple's ring matched with the man who had become her lover, but what drew my attention more was how only the nails of her index and middle fingers were abnormally short.
Well, of course. Nails scraping against her inner walls would be a nuisance, so she must have trimmed them.
"Who would have guessed? The receptionist who so aloofly hands out quests has a hobby of masturbating by herself."
But even if her experience was limited, her hole was already thoroughly soaked from the caresses up to this point.
With her hands braced against the wall, her hole was accepting my cock far too easily.
"Haah, ugh, haak...!"
The moment the moans leaking past her lips gradually grew heavier.
They weren't as crude as Serika's mating cries, yet I felt that clumsy sense of rejection only fueling my arousal further.
The humiliation of taking a stranger's cock into her body, yet in the end still feeling it anyway.....
A trembling that laid her psychology bare naturally stirred the sadism of the one violating her.
"What did you say your name was?"
"M-Martina.... Heuu, euk!"
I whispered into her ear and roughly kneaded her breast.
Compared to Ymir's, it fell far short, but it was the perfect size to grip in my hand.
A suitable asset for continuing the caresses alongside the act itself.
"Haah, ah.... Aheu, heukk!"
I teased her nipples with my fingers, repeating the thrusts again and again.
The moans she had persistently held back could no longer endure the stimulation coming from both above and below, and she gradually began to release them louder and louder.
"I-it's strange. This kind of thing.... I've never felt anything like this before...!"
"So you never felt this much during sex with your lover?"
"Th-that person is.... Boundlessly kind and caring, but.... He said a purely physical relationship would, rather, harm our love...."
"...What, so you're telling me you've done nothing with this lewd body of yours?"
"Y-yes. He said, he wanted to date me purely, so, just once before he left for a distant post, and then.... Ahk!"
With that final ragged breath, her whole body went rigid and then, gradually, the strength drained from her legs.
Was it only natural, having experienced an unfamiliar climax several times over? For my part as well, the violent act left me slightly short of breath. Taking a brief rest, I placed the alcohol I had prepared beforehand on the table, brought a poured cup to my lips, and chewed over her words.
"Rejecting physical relations on the grounds of dating purely..., what utter nonsense."
Pure love....
Could there be any phrase more contradictory? People are passionate because they crave each other, and by that very nature, they do not shun even obscene acts. A sexless state, falling into an inability to connect while overlooking that fact, would practically be no different from causing the relationship itself to warp.
"...Anyway, this should about do it."
Of course, that might depend on how one thinks of it, but was any of that important right now? This relationship with the woman was merely part of intelligence-gathering anyway. So let's stop the body-warming up here and move on to the main task.
"Here, drink up."
"Y-yes...."
Martina, despite her exhausted body, accepted the glass of strong liquor.
After that, the moment she took a sip of its contents, her body began to sway.
Physiological processes still applied even under hypnosis. The intoxication had surely left her in a state where my words barely registered properly.
"...Good."
Now, what came next was the important part.
I took a mouthful of the liquor remaining in the bottle, pulled her body into my arms, and snapped my fingers.
Snap! With that sound, the hypnosis was released.
"......Huh?"
Vitality returned to Martina's empty eyes, and she began to look around at her surroundings, including me.
"W-what is this.... Dave? H-how? Why am I with Dave...."
A naked man and woman alone together on a bed. And all around, the distinctive scent of alcohol hung thickly in the air.
Even if her mind was dazed from intoxication, if she was capable of thought, she would immediately understand what kind of situation this was.
"Ah, aah...."
Martina, staggering as if in shock, tried to raise her unsteady body.
"Th-this is some kind of mistake. I-I, leaving him aside for this.... Nngh!"
Without waiting for her, I sealed her lips in a kiss and immediately pushed her body back down onto the bed.
"Nngh!! Nghh!"
She'd want to pull away.
She was surely thinking she had to pull away, for the sake of the lover waiting for her.
But she was already fucked to the point her hips were about to give out, and on top of that, had drunk strong liquor.
"...Ngh, hnngh, haah."
Even through repeated kisses, Martina failed to offer any significant resistance, ultimately choosing to squeeze her eyes shut. By the time the kiss finally ended, her upper body was laid onto the bed, accompanied by moans soaked in undeniable pleasure.
"Haah, ugh..."
The sight of her slumped over, gasping for breath. She was trying somehow to pull herself together, yet still—perhaps from guilt—she could not even properly meet my eyes. Her face looked on the verge of tears.
"Dave. We're... drunk right now."
Along with that conclusion she had finally reached, Martina was trying to somehow write off everything that had happened before as if it never occurred.
That resistance was so utterly pathetic that my hand naturally reached out for her body.
"This is, just an unfortunate accident. So let's end it here. I-I... have someone I love, so anything more than this...."
"Don't think about anything."
I placed my hand on her chest and looked steadily into the eyes of the woman collapsed on the bed.
The woman who did not refuse even when touched by the hand of a man she barely knew.
"Don't think... about anything...."
"Yes, right now, just enjoy it."
Yes, one could say her heart had already been swayed by that alone.
A momentary wandering, a momentary lapse....
Even if one were to call that a sin, as long as she committed it in a place no one knew and turned her eyes from her past, no one would be made unhappy.
"Enjoy it... there's no way that's possible...."
"Your love remains unchanged."
And on top of that, hadn't the deed already been done? A clear mistake and an accident, one she hadn't even been aware of. That alone created room for her to accept this situation.
"You're simply lonely right now. Soothing that loneliness is also necessary to continue your love with him."
Even if this moment came with guilt.
That very clarity of heart would also be proof that the love she held for him was true.
"You were lonely, weren't you?"
Add to that a spoonful of truth.
The effect would be even stronger if I pinpointed and spoke of the innermost feelings she had unknowingly confessed.
"That's...."
"If you can't soothe that loneliness, those feelings you carry might later turn into a sense of betrayal."
I wedged myself into that gap and threw her heart into confusion.
By brazenly insisting that even if the means to soothe loneliness were misguided, she could be forgiven as long as it lacked intent.
"So for now, don't think about anything. Just...."
I consoled her that the truth didn't matter, that it was enough if we both simply felt that way.
"Just accept it, and afterward, just forget about it as if nothing ever happened."
Again and again, I impressed upon her that everything happening here.
Would have no effect whatsoever on the feelings she held, nor on her relationship with the person those feelings were for.
"...I-I don't know."
Such persuasion might not evoke affirmation, but in the end, it blocks the option of denial.
"I-I really don't know. Whether it's okay for me to do this...."
Yes, ultimately what she chose was to give up on thinking for herself.
Even the acts that followed, I wasn't the one wishing for them. She was just staying still, and the man holding her was doing everything, so she bore no fault at all....
Truly, it was laughable resistance.
She must have known that the moment she couldn't immediately voice a denial, her body was already craving the pleasure wrought by my hands.
"Yes, Martina, just stay still."
But she and I, once strangers, had grown this close through a single encounter.
Deeming this sufficient, I naturally aimed my cock at her spread legs and said,
"From now on, I'll handle everything for you."
A relationship destined to grow distant as she desperately tried to forget.
Could she not be called the optimal card to use briefly and then discard?