#61. Kidnapping (3). #61. The Kidnapping.
The room we were in right now was 799. 411.
The owner of 799. 411 — the player Orihime Redoniz.
Strength, Agility, Mana — Lv. 35.
Orihime Redoniz. In the novel, she was basically the main villain on the 4th floor. In the story, she was the one who kept interfering with Yu Dahui and Christina. The reason they kept getting tangled up was simple. ‘The guy Yu Dahui likes is being kidnapped, so…’ There were so many guys she had. The moment one of them got taken, Sodahui naturally recognized Orihime. One to protect and another gets snatched. One rescued and another dies. No exceptions. While staying on the 4th floor, it kept dragging them in until the novel eventually turned into the story of how Orihime died.
‘Falling into the heroine position by accident….’ I was sure I had been sleeping with her. But I was the only one who got kidnapped like that? Well, getting kidnapped wasn’t all that weird on its own. I couldn’t be sure that Orihime could beat Yu Dahui. Still, it was a big upgrade from how the novel portrayed her, and even so, it seemed like the clear was still a long and brutal way away. The thing that bothered me wasn’t how it happened, but why.
Why the hell was she suddenly looking for me?
There was no connection between us. She came to kidnap someone with zero connection? What was the point of all that trouble?
‘……’
I carefully sat up. Orihime was watching me closely, her gaze from above unbearably cold.
‘Fucking hell….’ This wasn’t a joke. The feeling was suffocating.
Dahui, hurry up and regress already…!
I wanted to escape from right in front of Orihime.
“Weak. So weak it’s laughable.”
“What did Dahui do?”
“……Still, she knows how to squeeze a man out of you.”
Orihime let out a light laugh.
“Yu Dahui? She made him half-broken and sealed him away?”
“……Eh…?”
Oni had their own special abilities. In the novel, the only oni we saw was Orihime herself, but the setting mentioned another tribe. Red oni and Blue oni. Red oni were masters of sorcery. Blue oni had bodies far superior in raw power. Orihime was a mix of oni and giant race. The mixing of oni traits with giant blood had produced a hybrid strain. A oni who was overwhelmingly strong both in sorcery and physique — Orihime was born.
What shocked me wasn’t the sealing. ‘……The Blessing of Suicide…?’ I couldn’t figure out why Yu Dahui had been sealed. They could have regressed at the perfect moment during a fight, so why not?
There was only one possibility….
A surprise attack. She had been sealed before she could even use the Blessing of Suicide.
“Oh? Your eyes are still sparkling. Yeah, as long as you keep twitching like that, you’re still a man. I’ll have to check properly.”
Orihime casually flicked her fingers. Then she peeled off her top robe and tossed it aside. Even though the pressure bandage wrapped around her breasts, there was an overwhelming aura radiating from her.
“Once you know who I am, you’ll know exactly what I’m about to do. Stand up right now.”
I checked my own status. Thanks to Yu Dahui’s sealing, I was basically doomed to die without moving a muscle.
Level…? ‘The sealing has been lifted?’ Somehow the seal was gone. Stats hovering around 50 levels, black magic circulating perfectly. I shot up from the floor.
Without Dahui, I couldn’t regress. Without Elena, I couldn’t be rescued either.
‘No debuff on me….’ It was probably just her personally lifting it for me.
“You’ve got more aura than the other men, huh? Maybe it’s because you haven’t been matched up yet?”
“Where’s Dahui?”
I kept my tone defiant as I asked.
Fighting was always about aura. That was why the phrase “first strike, guaranteed victory” existed. “If you beat me, you can save your lover. Of course, if you beat me, you’ll own me and all my other slaves. So don’t worry. Just prove you’re a man with a good seed and I’ll give you everything.”
Orihime stretched her body. Even though we were facing each other, the height difference was enormous. I had never imagined a woman would look down at me like this.
[‘Pluto’s Hand’ activates.]
“Oh? Using some tricks?”
Invisible hands. But Orihime moved like she could see the Black Hands clearly. Her dodging was fluid, like water flowing.
‘Fuck.’
[‘Weakening’ activates.]
[‘Medusa’s Curse’ activates.]
[‘Tomb of the Dead’ activates.]
I dumped every black magic spell I had. Heavyened her body, grabbed her feet. But she flicked them off like they were nothing.
“Is that all?”
Orihime swung her fist at blinding speed. BOOM!BOOM! Just empty air, yet the impact cracked like thunder.
[‘Physical Reinforcement’ activates.]
I never used it normally because I didn’t have an opponent, but today it was necessary. Black magic scaled with skill level, so the stats skyrocketed differently than when I had been abusing it at the academy. ‘20 levels? I gained 20 levels.’ Of course, the mana drain was insane. It felt like it was leaking away nonstop. The black hands were all vanishing one by one.
“Oh? You’ve changed suddenly?”
Orihime grinned and punched straight at my head.
A normal punch, but somehow more threatening than any attack I had seen. CRACK!
“Cugh!” My vision flashed white. I dodged one, but another came from the side. The heavy hit nearly knocked me out. I was still standing, so in a way I had to praise myself. Thud, drip. Drip. Drip. Blood poured down from my left eye. Complete blindness in my left vision.
“Can you take that? You’re just a human?”
“Compared to how much you talk, you hit like a limp noodle? Kyaaah, ptoo!” I muttered while gently touching my jaw. ‘Fucking hell, it’s not just bruising — it’s gone. Like it vanished. My mouth was smashed too, maybe I should have kept my dentures.’
“Is she alive for the sake of the joke, or is she worth using as seed… Let’s see once and for all!”
Orihime charged in. She barely rolled her foot, yet she was right in front of me in a blink. [‘Pluto’s Hand’ activates.]
“You think blocking will stop me?”
The black hands exploded. In the split second, I dove straight into her embrace. I poured everything into my fist and drove it into her abs. BOOM!
Never in my life had I hit anyone that hard. Even though I hit with all my strength…
“Did you push yourself? Is this your best?”
Orihime looked down at me without a care. 70 levels in strength. 70 in agility. 70 in mana…
“Not bad at all for a human. You pass.”
WHAM! Her palm wrapped around my head and slammed me into the floor. After that, everything went black.
Orihime valued strength. More precisely, she could sense the inner will of a person.
In the Tower of Struggle, where everything was quantified by the System and people lived by those numbers, those who possessed a strong spirit were incredibly rare. From that viewpoint, Kim Jinwoo had a weak body yet his soul had been acknowledged. ‘An interesting man.’
Orihime accepted his attack and faced his soul. Feeling that soul, she was flooded with a feeling that couldn’t be described in words. She had surrendered instantly to Kim Jinwoo, a power so absolute it was hard to understand. That was why she wanted to taste it. She decided it was a rare delicacy.
Orihime carried the unconscious Jinwoo to the inner room. The room was decorated exactly like oni living quarters. She laid him on the thick blanket. His penis hung limply, not even half erect. Just one finger of Orihime’s. Puf.
Orihime gripped his cock between her index and thumb, playing with it back and forth. It had been a while since she saw such a puny penis. She played with it to her heart’s content, then covered him with the blanket and waited for him to wake up. Since the treatment was finished, she just had to wait.
She loosened the pressure bandage to prepare for penetration. The heavy breasts swayed as they came into view. It was annoying enough that she wanted to cut them off, but she left them for the sake of the offspring she would bear later. Orihime kept the bothersome breasts as they were.
She pulled down her under-robe. Her firm thighs and calves glistened with sweat. On her pale, milky skin, small muscles stood out, highlighting her healthy physique. When she finally stripped completely, Orihime was naked. Anyone could see she had an excellent figure.
“Ugh… oof…”
Buried under the blanket, Jinwoo groaned. He started to wake up, writhing in pain.
“You’re awake?”
Orihime approached him. She slid into the thick blanket and stroked his body.
‘He really does have a sturdy body for a man.’ It was funny how different they were. Women like her, no matter how hard they trained, always had soft skin. Men, on the other hand, were weak yet had tough bodies at the same time. “…What are you doing right now…?”
“Doing? Beating the loser like the winner should.”
Orihime laughed slyly and climbed on top of the flustered Jinwoo. Because of the height difference, she completely covered him. Jinwoo struggled, thrashing to get away. But it was useless. There was nothing he had that was better than her. Just by piling on top, he couldn’t do anything. On top of that, how was he supposed to escape?
“I’ll give you credit for getting hard even in this situation. A man who can’t even get a hard-on has no value to me.”
Jinwoo’s penis rose. Orihime felt the thick shaft poking her lower belly.
‘Exactly human size?’ Orihime grabbed his cock. The length and thickness that fit inside her hand were not particularly thick. “Well, expecting more from a human is too much.”
“Let go… I’ll kill you before that.”
“Hah, you’re gonna kill me?”
“Ugh…”
She had fucked every rumored strong man — orcs, ogres. They had all bragged in front of her. The bigger their cocks and the stronger their stamina, the more they bragged. But she never let them stay. She couldn’t satisfy them. “The only way for something as pathetic as you to kill me is this one way.”
“……”
“By fucking you to death with this little thing.”
Orihime mercilessly killed those arrogant men. Jinwoo was the same.
“I can turn you into a woman. Make you crave my seed. How’s that? Do you think it’s possible?”
Oni went looking for strong men and, when they found one they liked, they took his seed and became his slaves. They raised healthy offspring. It was their culture to cherish the man who sowed the seed. “…Fine, you fucking bastard. I’ll tame that dick with my cunt.”
Jinwoo glared at her. His hands, which looked small compared to hers, squeezed her breasts hard.
“Aha ha, that’s right. That’s the posture a man should have. Manly, proud. Even if you’re going to die, you should die planting your seed in a woman…!”
Orihime swept her tongue over her lips while rubbing her pussy with her hand. Even though Jinwoo was groping her breasts, she felt no pleasure. She just thought it was meaningless struggling.
Slurp-. Orihime rubbed her entrance against him. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance.
Of course, if it wasn’t good enough, he would die. That much arrogance was allowed before he had to go look for a woman to fuck.
Orihime felt something a little strange. She lifted her hips slightly to take a peek at his cock. It was supposed to be a tiny human-sized dick…
‘…Something feels off….’
Slurp-. She lowered her hips again. She had only taken the tip in. Yet the feeling from the walls of her pussy was far beyond that.
‘It’s filling me completely…?’ She was half-human, half-oni, half-giant. A cock that size shouldn’t have been able to fill her completely.
“You fucking bastard, what are you doing with just the tip? Put it in already!”
“Hah, uha ha ha! So cocky? Looks like a good face!”
Jinwoo twisted her nipple hard. He pinched hard enough to rip it off, but Orihime felt no pain. Instead, she placed her own hand on top of his and encouraged him. Jinwoo tried to thrust his hips, but he couldn’t insert. Orihime had expertly straddled him, locking his waist in place. She grabbed both his wrists and pinned them down. Jinwoo thrashed, blushing with shame at the humiliating position.
“If you don’t satisfy me as much as your aura, I’ll kill you as cruelly as I can. I can afford to treat a man who has aura but no manners like this…!”
Orihime slammed her hips down. Jinwoo’s cock slammed into her deep pussy. Thrust!
“Haang…!”
Orihime jumped at the unexpectedly delicate voice. She felt his massive cock pressing against her womb.