The Witch of the Ruins (8)
Two days had passed. I was squatting there, gazing down at Adelaide.
Her lips were crusted with dried love juices, but she couldn't even muster the will to wipe them away.
“How’s it feel?”
“……”
“Felt good, right? Be honest. It was your first time.”
“……”
“Well, it was mine too. Means no one else ever touched you—not even the NPCs. How’s that? Feel honored?”
“……”
No answer came. Her chest just heaved up and down with ragged breaths.
I let out a soft chuckle and reached out, brushing her tangled hair behind her ear. Adelaide’s body jerked once.
A conditioned reflex. She’d reached the stage where her body reacted before her mind could even catch up.
Knowing it’d be like this for a while, my own body started heating up again.
God, she was too fucking hot. How was I supposed to resist a beauty like this squirming and moaning under me?
“Look at you, all obedient now.”
Part of me wanted to push further, but for the moment, this was enough. I’d always wanted a toy that fought back—not some lifeless doll.
At the same time, breaking down a proud knight like her had been a blast, but we couldn’t hole up in these ruins forever.
It was time to move to the next phase. After all, I only had one goal.
I picked up her panties, soaked through with her juices, and stuffed them back into her mouth. Adelaide lay there on the floor, naked, her gaze shaky as she looked up at me.
Ah, one more round? It was driving me insane. They say late bloomers don’t know when to quit, and damn if that wasn’t true.
I toyed with the idea in my head for a second before shaking it off.
“Get up. We need to talk.”
“……?”
Adelaide rose to her feet, still naked, the panties clenched between her teeth.
“We’re leaving this place.”
“……!”
“It’s boring. And we’re running low on food.”
“……”
“So here’s a proposal.”
I flashed a grin and yanked the panties from her mouth. A thick string of saliva stretched out before snapping.
I leaned down to meet her eyes.
“Guide me to a big city. Do that, and I won’t lay a finger on you until we get there.”
“……You’re asking me to sell out the others……?”
“Others? Why would fakes like you count as people?”
“……”
“So, no?”
Her brow furrowed.
She opened her mouth to refuse right away. Predictable.
To someone as noble as her, trading other NPCs’ lives for her own freedom would be unthinkable.
Especially not for the enemy who’d defiled her. No way she’d agree, even if she tried to see it in the best light.
But she didn’t have a choice.
“Fine, if you don’t want to, whatever. Guess you’ll live here forever.”
“……”
“Actually, just living would get boring…… How about being my toilet instead? You’ve got talent for it, from what I’ve seen. Every night, licking my pussy, gulping down my piss. Sound thrilling? Imagine getting to use a vice-captain’s noble body however you want.”
“……Ngh.”
“I won’t hog all the fun, either. Once a week, I’ll make you cum till you pass out. Orgasm hell…… What do you think?”
Her face flushed crimson. She bit her lip hard, her fists trembling.
She was dying to lunge at me. But she knew my shadow was linked to hers.
“Pretty good deal, right? Better than dying. I’ll even feed you—jerky and bread, your favorites. Though it won’t last forever.”
“……”
“Dessert? You know what I mean.”
I grinned, prodding her.
Adelaide stayed silent. But I could tell her mind was running calculations.
Stay here? Death, or a life as my toy, tormented until the end.
Go out? Her last shot.
I didn’t miss the subtle shift in her eyes.
Of course. Outside meant variables. Before I slaughtered more NPCs, she could make her move.
Meet others, find a chance to run. Or maybe even slit my throat someday.
Ah, so cute. Her intentions were so obvious, I nearly burst out laughing. But I played dumb. That’s what made it fun.
Let her cling to hope, then watch it shatter into despair. That’s true pleasure.
Just imagining it nearly pushed me over the edge.
After a long silence, Adelaide finally spoke.
“……Fine.”
“Oh, really? Smart choice.”
“But on one condition.”
“Condition?”
“Give me back my armor and sword. I want to keep at least a shred of dignity as a knight.”
Bold demand.
She clearly planned to strike when the moment was right. I pretended to mull it over, pressing a finger to my lips.
Not trying to act cute—it was just this body’s ingrained habit. Nothing I could do about it.
“Hmm…… Well……”
“……Refuse, and I won’t cooperate.”
“No, I’ll give them back, but……”
I stood and kicked her armor, shoved in the corner.
Clang. The heavy metal rang through the basement.
“Looks heavy. How’s a porter supposed to carry luggage in that?”
“……Porter?”
“Duh? I can’t carry it myself. Adelaide, can you even wear that without mana?”
“……What about the sword? At least for self-defense.”
“No. Too dangerous.”
“You’re breaking your promise?”
“Promise? I only said I wouldn’t touch you. Never said I’d return your stuff.”
“You……vile……!”
“Why? You’re the desperate one.”
I stepped close and whispered in her ear.
“What, want my fingers shoved in again?”
“……Ngh!”
Adelaide recoiled in panic. A flash of terror crossed her face. Lessons learned through the body don’t fade easy.
“You knights sure hate wasting a virgin. I’ll toss you some clothes—wear whatever. Village is full of ownerless rags.”
“……Understood.”
In the end, she bowed her head to me.
A step back for the advance. Inside, she was probably sharpening her resolve: I’ll cut that witch’s throat someday.
Didn’t matter.
Let her struggle. That’s what made it fun.
The next morning, we were ready to leave at first light.
Adelaide and I had thrown on simple clothes from a half-intact house’s wardrobe. The sizes were close enough—lucky break.
“Hmm……Adelaide, doesn’t fit right? Your tits are squeezing too much, no?”
“……Shut up.”
“Not bad, though. Makes you look sluttier—kinda hot. Like a sex slave.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Begging for it?”
“……Aren’t we going?”
Adelaide hurriedly crossed her arms over her chest. The shirt buttons looked ready to pop. Fitting for a vice-captain—impressive rack.
A heavy pack hung from her back. It weighed a ton, but she carried it without strain. Insane base stamina.
We stepped outside. Morning sun lit up the ruined village.
The full horror came into view—hidden by night before. Nameless birds pecked at flesh on the corpses.
“……”
Adelaide’s steps halted. Veins bulged on her clenched fists. Emotions flickered across her face.
She set down the pack and bowed toward the bodies. Eyes closed in silent prayer. Knight’s respect? Or guilt for failing them?
I watched without interrupting. For some reason, I didn’t feel like it.
“Done?”
“……Let’s go.”
“Yeah……What? Not following?”
“……Shouldn’t I lead?”
“Nah. You follow behind. You’re the porter.”
“You don’t know the way.”
“Just point the direction. No backtalk—follow.”
Turning my back gave her an opening to attack.
Especially a Swordmaster. No sword didn’t matter—she could improvise a weapon.
But I turned anyway.
Thud, thud. Humming a tune, I strode forward.
Her piercing glare burned into my back. Thick killing intent on my neck.
Now. She’s off guard—cut the witch’s throat. I could almost hear the hallucinated urging.
She must’ve wanted to drop the pack and charge, snap my neck.
Her footsteps shifted subtly behind me.
I asked without turning.
“What? Pack too heavy?”
“……No.”
But she backed down. For now, at least.
That’s how it’d go—one surrender at a time.
I nodded, satisfied.
“If you’re tired, say so. Won’t help, but we can rest.”
“……Thanks for the pointless concern.”
Sarcasm dripped from her voice. I chuckled and faced forward again.
“Nice weather, huh?”
“……”
“Not expecting an answer. So, which way?”
“……North. Through the forest.”
“North. Got it.”
The sky was clear blue. Peaceful scenery.
I headed north without hesitation. Adelaide followed silently.
“Hurry up. Get late, we camp in the woods.”
“……Don’t rush me.”
I knew she was biding her time for an opening.
Right now, porter duty—but someday, she’d wield a blade.
And she knew I sensed her bloodlust. Knew I was ignoring it.
Just imagining how it grated on her pride was delicious.
Things wouldn’t get boring anytime soon.