The First City (4): Shattered Plates

Clang— Clang— Shards of glass scattered and rained down across the floor. Whether because the plates were high-quality or simply products of high-tech manufacturing, almost no tiny fragments fell. On top of that, the angle must have been just right, because the glass shards landed away from our side. Right now I was on my knees, bent over like a dog, so I had been worried about the falling debris in more ways than one—but thankfully, it was fine.

『Uh... uhh.......?』 『Uhh..........?』 “Uh.......” “Huuue......?”

In an instant, the entire shop fell into silence. Every gaze converged on a single spot. And at the center of all those stares stood Danbi, who hurled the remaining shard in her hand away with a vicious scowl and spat on the floor.

“Quit messing around at the dinner table, you damn thugs.”

“.......”

“Who the hell starts spouting bullshit during a sacred mealtime, you pieces of shit?”

Whoa... Danbi... you really are that kind of person... the whatever-it-was one.

“Haaaaah.”

The lackey whose neck had been twisted by Danbi’s blow slowly lifted his head. Blood streamed down his monkey-like forehead; it looked painful at a glance.

“This bitch, what the hell do you think you’re—”

Claaang! One more time. Another round. Before the man could even finish, Danbi snatched up a fresh plate and smashed it over his head.

Whoa, last time it was the back of the head, now the forehead. Complete coverage, front and back. Impressive.

“Shut your mouth. You stink.”

Gulp... The sound of swallowing echoed here and there. The bleeding lackey pointed at Danbi with trembling hands, then slowly collapsed. He landed right on the scattered glass shards; even without looking, it was easy to imagine how shredded his front must have become.

And as if playing whack-a-mole—or as if obeying the law that 1+1=2—the moment the lackey fell, the men at the far table rose with a clatter. Every one of them looked thuggish and wore the same badge as the others. Danbi glanced at them once, grabbed another nearby plate, and hurled it at the fallen lackey’s head. A finishing blow. With another loud crash, yet another plate shattered. The fallen lackey did not move.

“Wh-what the hell, I thought they were just slaves—urk?!”

“A~ You should’ve stayed still like I said~.”

The lackey who had been reaching for Danae—rather than the one already taken down by Danbi—found his attention stolen. Danae slipped behind him and wrapped her arm around his neck, choking him until he gagged. Between her magically enhanced strength as a magical girl and the weight of the restraints, he couldn’t easily break free.

“That can happen too.”

I lightly struck the restrained lackey’s abdomen, knocking him unconscious at just the right level.

『Those women—are they picking a fight?』 『They don’t look like they belong to our star at all.』 『The slaves haven’t been trained properly. Want me to educate them?』

Having completely interpreted our actions as provocation, the men who had just stood up approached us with menacing auras. There were five or six of them. Yet each one was built like an orc, so massive that one man looked like two or three. Some even had four arms or two heads. I glanced briefly at Tutu.

“(You guys handle it~)”

He said with only his lips while tilting his beer mug. In any case, he had no intention of stopping us. Well, I hadn’t expected help. As long as he didn’t interfere, that was enough. It had been a while since I’d found such good punching bags.

* * *

“Phew... It feels good to move around properly after so long~.”

Straddling the belly of a thug whose face looked like violence incarnate, I muttered lazily. They had seemed like terrifying brutes, but even with the restraints on, their level of strength was manageable. Still, they weren’t weak; a dark bruise had already formed on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my wrist from where one had grabbed me earlier. Tch.

The shop had turned into a complete mess centered around us. We punched and kicked, while the thugs fired lasers and breathed fire; it was a miracle the place hadn’t caught fire. Thud! Thud!

“Tsk, these guys were nothing special.”

Danbi, still not fully cooled off, had grabbed one of the already-defeated thugs and was repeatedly punching him in the face. Danae wandered among the fallen men, playfully placing food on their faces. Thud! Thud!

Hey, Danbi, go a little easier... The poor guy’s crying....

‘At least nobody’s dead.’

Because Tutu had warned us, we held back from killing. They probably wouldn’t die even if we tried, and they didn’t seem to care much about murder anyway, but apparently killing “badge-wearers” would cause serious trouble.

“Uku, uku-ku! What a delightful sight!”

“......What? I thought you weren’t going to touch them, so I figured they were on your side.”

“Nope, just annoying bastards. They’re the hands and feet of some noble. Getting to beat them up feels reeeeally good.”

“That so?”

It made sense that he hadn’t interfered if they were servants of high-ranking people. That’s why you shouldn’t mess with anyone who has powerful backing. ......Wait? Then why did he just watch us attack them without lifting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a finger?

“Of course. On top of that, their market value just went up.”

“What... You can’t mean?!”

Only then did I realize what was happening and widened my eyes in shock. Tutu continued laughing merrily.

“Uku-ku-ku! If I sell the girls who happily beat up my subordinates as slaves, I’ll get a much higher price, uku-ku-ku! And the fiercer the beast, the more expensive it sells, uku-ku!”

“Shit... So you were aiming for this from the start....”

“That’s ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right. And—”

Tutu slammed his mug down and swept his disgusting gaze over me from head to toe. A chill ran across my skin where his eyes passed.

“All of you, get down on all fours like dogs. Right now.”

Tutu’s command. My body—and Danbi’s and Danae’s—reflexively dropped to the floor exactly as ordered.

“Ugh...!”

“......Damn bastard...!”

“Don’t do thiiis~!”

“Uku-ku-ku! How amusing! Females who were just beating strong men into the ground are now rolling around at a single word from me. This sight makes for excellent drinking snacks.”

Tutu laughed cheerfully and downed his drink while we three glared up at him, grinding our teeth. During the days we spent in the bandits’ hideout, we had been relentlessly fed hypnosis drugs and trained by Tutu and the bandits. Trained to fear them, to react to their words within a second, to obey their commands beyond what was asked—like perfectly trained mutts. And now, even without the drugs, we could no longer disobey the bandits’ orders. We had become well-trained bitches. Annoying. Grinds teeth.

“Well then~ Looks like things are nicely sorted. Hey, toss those guys behind the shop. Miss~ Bring us more drinks! And clear three—no, three and a half clean tables! I’ll make sure your sales go up~!”

Tutu casually ordered more alcohol and commanded the three of us to climb onto the tables. Then, while they ate and drank, he made us masturbate right there. Those bastards.

“Nngh... aaah...!”

“Hnn... ngh... Doing this in front of so many people... masturbating....”

“Ugh...! I-I won’t forgive you...! You fucking bastards...!”

Thoroughly conditioned, we obediently began masturbating as ordered. The customers, who had been cowed by the sudden fight, now cheered and watched our masturbation show. The sound of additional drink orders rang out one after another. Before I knew it, the number of customers had increased; some were even standing while drinking. They must have heard the rumor from somewhere. Disgusting, jobless bastards.

‘This... this isn’t going to end easily... How long does he plan to make us do this...!’

“Nngh... hnn...!”

Danbi, crouched on the table with her pussy fully exposed to everyone, climaxed. At the same time, a liquid—whether urine or squirt—shot out in a powerful spray. The lewd fluid rained down into a cup held by a waiting thug below, who cheered “Ooh~!” and gulped it down. Ugh. Is that really that good? Is this planet full of perverts?

“Hey~ Make this side cum quickly too~!”

“No... ngh... That’s... D-don’t rush me... My womb is throbbing....”

“Just hurry up already!!”

“Hik...!”

The thug who had been happily drinking Danbi’s love juices looked envious and began pressuring me to hurry. It was fortunate that Tutu had forbidden them from touching us. At the urging shouts, I felt my pussy and womb twitch while I focused even harder on my masturbating ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hand. Lightly stimulating my nipples, rubbing my clitoris over its hood. Feeling the tingling pleasure that threatened to melt my brain, I prepared to accept the approaching climax. But at that moment—

“Here, hydration time~ Drink up~!”

“Mmph?!”

Suddenly the spout of what felt like a kettle was shoved into my mouth without warning. Glug glug glug—a bitter liquid poured straight down my throat. It was... alcohol...!

The alcohol was clearly high-proof just from its taste and smell. The intoxication hit me all at once; my head spun. I nearly collapsed right there on the table and caused a disaster, but I barely managed to stay upright with the last shred of reason I had left. However, once drunk, self-control becomes impossible. That applied to my masturbating hand as well.

“Nng... nnghaa... N-no... Hgiaaaaaah...!”

My body had already been modified so thoroughly that even a breeze could make me feel pleasure. Normal touching sent waves of ecstasy strong enough to melt my brain. Even though I was masturbating under Tutu’s orders, I had been moving my hand as carefully as possible to avoid intensifying the stimulation—an instinctive act of self-preservation. But now, with the sudden flood of alcohol and the resulting intoxication, that instinctive restraint shattered. Like a horse with its reins cut. Like a fish meeting water. Before I knew it, the hand that had been gently rubbing my folds and clit, the hand that had been softly teasing my areola and nipples, suddenly pressed down with force.

The result—

“H-Hiiiiiiiiiiik...!”

I shamelessly twisted my hips under my own caresses, panting vulgarly. The wave of climax I had been barely holding back pierced straight through the center of my head and burst into white. My womb throbbed, my spread folds opened wide, and with a powerful squirt—! lewd fluids and love juices erupted simultaneously.