Chapter 220
**CHAPTER 62: The Dog (3)**
Shinsung
Thick blanket covering us, Orihime moved her hips beneath it. She pulled me close like a blanket and rubbed my crotch with rough, deliberate strokes. Her reddish-brown nipples were soft and warm against my chest.
“It’s hot…”
“Having sex like this… hah… heat rises in the body, and fluids mix… I wonder why sex has to be so heavy. My stats are already low, and the environment wasn’t helping at all.”
“A female Oni can only give birth to healthy offspring if she mixes her own juices with the male’s before receiving the seed…”
Under Orihime, my cock was pressed against her entrance, ready to thrust in. Since we’d made the Apostle Covenant, she’d softened toward me, but there was still that wild, feral edge. She really was a woman made for a flesh-eating animal.
“It’s not bad at all. Your cock is really not bad at all…”
“In what way?”
“It looks small from the outside, but when it goes inside… it fills you completely…”
Orihime kissed my forehead. Where horns should have been, she kept planting soft, endless kisses.
“What does this even mean?”
“I said I’d comfort you with love… Oni people press their horns together to convey their hearts. Since you’re human and don’t have horns, you do it like this instead…”
The inside of the blanket was sweltering with our body heat. The damp blanket made my whole body feel heavy, probably because of Orihime pinning me down.
“Why is my mood changing so fast?”
“…I don’t know either…”
Orihime stroked my hair back and started moving her hips again. Slap. Slap. Her sweat-slicked hair slid sideways. My half-hard cock slid in and out of her wet pussy.
Orihime let out a soft laugh. “Grandma used to say the male’s cock is everything.”
“You’re awake and talking?”
“Yeah, she was a fun old lady.”
Orihime’s breathing had grown ragged. No matter how many times I came, she’d taken it all.
“If that was how it was going to be, why did you hit me?”
“…That was my mistake. Because of Yu Dahui… I’m just making excuses. I’m truly sorry.”
Slap. Slap. Orihime rocked her hips gently. Her hard nipples and soft breasts rubbed against my chest. The pain had been excruciating, yet I couldn’t remember why. It didn’t matter— as long as I was buried inside her pussy, right?
“I’ve tasted a lot of males… to be honest, there’s never been one as delicious as you…”
Orihime hugged me tightly and slid both hands under my waist. She grabbed my ass with her outstretched hand, pulled me closer, and pressed our lower bellies together. Her upper body naturally collapsed onto mine. She buried her face into the blanket beside my cheek.
With my lower body still lifted, I came again. I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Haaah… maybe this is the breeding instinct that only feels right right before death. Even if I do this, I can’t escape Yu Dahui…”
Her voice was sad, like she was trying not to cry. “I suddenly want to make an heir today…”
Orihime hugged me like she was chaining me. “…I think secretly getting pregnant and raising your child while hiding it from Yu Dahui would be a pretty good revenge. What do you think…?”
She spoke in a whisper. I thought it over carefully. I didn’t know how long I’d stay, but the child would disappear the moment I regressed. About those children… “Ah, never mind.”
I didn’t care about the child I hadn’t had with Yu Dahui. With every other woman besides her, I’d already used Shinsung to impregnate them. Sally was already pregnant. “It doesn’t seem bad…”
I nodded slightly. I had to be careful not to get caught by the crystal recording it all.
“Okay, from now on, if I rough you up, please understand.”
Orihime grabbed my head and pushed her hips harder. She rubbed and sucked my cockhead repeatedly, pulling it out and swallowing it again. I just hugged her and felt her pussy clench tightly around me in a way I didn’t expect.
Slap. Slap. Boink. Boink! Lewd sounds kept bursting from the blanket. That day, I had sex with Orihime over and over and over.
“Starting today, you’re my slave, got it?”
Orihime whispered, and the debuff of the room disappeared. My stats rose a little. From around level 2 to level 5. It felt pretty good.
“Slap-slap-slap! Slap-slap-slap!”
Orihime and I were mixing our bodies in the thick blanket. She was hugging me and riding me. “Next time, don’t do it under the blanket. Nothing will be visible at all. What is this?”
The blanket was just trembling, but nothing was visible. Thinking about it was fun, but Yu Dahui wanted to see it with her own eyes.
“I understand. I’ll be careful from now on.”
“And you seem way too gentle. If you’re going to be like that, I’ll do it myself.”
Yu Dahui said what she wanted. Rough, coercive, violent even. No shame allowed. Use the given settings to create a pitiful feeling. It was delicious, wasn’t it? I couldn’t quite figure it out.
Orihime didn’t react at all to Yu Dahui’s demands. Talking to Yu Dahui felt more like talking to herself. ‘Yu Dahui really treasures Kim Jinwu.’ She just wanted to see how shy Jinwu would get, nothing more. She dumped all the troubles that came from it on me, unwilling to face them herself.
“Not bad at all.”
The situation was turning out well for Orihime. Jinwu, disappointed by Yu Dahui, had agreed to cooperate, and Yu Dahui, completely in the dark, had ordered him to do it.
“She’s using this as revenge…”
Orihime felt guilty, but she tried to act fine. When she received my seed, she felt ovulation. Since she was definitely pregnant, I just had to wait until the child grew inside her. An Oni child grows in the womb for six months. During that time, I’d have to pretend to be under her control.
“I wonder what expression Yu Dahui will make when she sees your lover’s child…”
While Orihime was thinking that, Yu Dahui gave her final warning.
“Don’t eat Jinwu’s semen unless you really have to.”
“I don’t feel like eating male seed anyway… why?”
“If I say don’t, then don’t.”
Orihime started getting interested in Jinwu’s semen.
Shinsung is active. All dimensional restrictions bypassed.
I returned to my original position. I whispered love words that weren’t love at all with Orihime and spent the night on a shabby bed. Orihime didn’t understand why I was staying in the prison, but I found it kind of fun. Maybe a civilian life experiment. When would I get to try a slave experience? That was what I was thinking.
“Not bad at all.”
Orihime changed my chains for me. She subtly avoided the crystal and switched my 90% debuff to 30%. Now my current stats were hovering around level 30. Thanks to that, I didn’t get beaten in prison anymore.
“Wake up! Morning is here!”
The guards woke the slaves for the morning.
“Tch, what kind of bed is worse than the blanket?”
When I was being fucked by Orihime, the prison bed was even more uncomfortable than that blanket. Suddenly, the urge to run away popped up.
“Get out right now!”
What was I supposed to do today? I followed the crowd with a stupid expression. Up, up, up. Deeper than any escape could ever reach. In the training ground turned courtyard, we did morning exercise, then went to eat breakfast.
“?” What? It felt kind of familiar. Suddenly my mood turned sour. My inventory still had my full suit neatly stored away. After breakfast, we each headed to the labor camps we preferred. Beside me stood Roksunder, I didn’t know when he’d appeared.
“Did you sleep well?”
“The bed was so uncomfortable I couldn’t sleep at all.”
“Tsk tsk, you have to get used to it.”
Roksunder had been grinning since earlier, like something good was coming.
“Is there something wrong? Why do you keep smiling like that…?”
“Of course there is. You just arrived here, so you wouldn’t know.”
Roksunder said, licking his lips.
“Yesterday I told you that getting a woman is important.”
“I remember.”
“Today is that day. It’s the day of the meat party.”
Roksunder’s crotch was already stiff; he was scratching it through his pants.
“It’s the day the Oni girl gives herself to the slaves once a week to show off. For a little while, you’ll have freedom. Go talk to a suitable girl and make a deal.”
“How much are we talking?”
“It depends on the level. If you’re a little pushy, you can ask for up to ten thousand coins. A slave girl asking for ten thousand coins—whose name is that?”
While only having a pussy, Roksunder muttered that. His greasy tone made me laugh without realizing it.
“Hey! Stop laughing and pick one right now!”
“Hey, hey!”
One of the guards pointed at me and shouted. The other guard who was shouting tried to stop him.
“What? Why are you stopping him? That collar is Orihime’s dog.”
“The shape is different. It wasn’t like that before.”
“Either way, it doesn’t matter. You’ll die soon anyway. Poor thing.”
I unconsciously became a celebrity. The dog of Orihime was a famous existence. The ones forced to be fucked and eventually killed.
“Today you can get free meat. Envy me.”
Roksunder glared at me with envious eyes. After everyone knew I was Orihime’s dog, the stares from the female slaves changed. Since she’d chosen a male, they expected him to be superior in that area. ‘That doesn’t make sense.’ Thinking from my perspective, the slaves I chose were supposed to be obsessed with the girl I picked. It was too little.
“Male or female, you don’t have to say anything. If it’s kept secret, even if it’s an Oni girl, there’s no way to find out.”
Roksunder explained.
“The male who gets forcibly fucked by the Oni girl wants to fuck the woman with his own will. There are quite a few female slaves who accept that brutality as pleasure. Quite a few interests are tangled up in it.”
“The Oni girl has a lot of males she lets play with. We’re heading to the labor camp, and usually they call us around this time. Your tired body won’t be to the Oni girl’s liking.”
“You mean they take us to get fucked before we do labor?”
“That’s right. If we’re not called now, it means the Oni girl is playing with another male. It’s a warning to the other girls too.”
I headed to the mine with Roksunder. I picked up the pickaxe, and unlike yesterday, it felt lighter. I was swinging it like I was holding a pencil.
“Oh… it feels completely different from yesterday?”
“The condition wasn’t good.”
Roksunder looked at me with surprised eyes. The guy who was swinging the pickaxe and groaning had dug a tunnel— of course he was surprised.
“Thanks. Thanks to you, I’ve already finished my quota.”
In less than an hour of starting, I’d finished the quota. The remaining time was almost free time. While we were killing time, someone came looking from far away.
“Were you here? We’ve been looking for you.”
“You…”
Familiar face. The guy I’d thrown two million coins at—Hoseon—was coming over.
“…Your face is something else.”
“Yeah, something like that happened.”
Hoseon still looked sickly thin. Even at my level, one hit would shatter him.
“I went back and searched again, but I couldn’t find where he went.”
“…I was kidnapped.”
“Yes, I heard.”
“Heard from who?”
Hoseon spoke like he already knew everything.
“…Saintess Christina is looking for you.”
The night before Jinwu met Hoseon. Exactly, the night Jinwu was milked dry by Orihime and passed out completely.
The Christina party headed toward ‘512. 112.’
The entire path was Christina’s room, so no obstacles.
They arrived and checked the surroundings.
They wanted to investigate.
“Who are you?”
“Ah.”
Christina faced Hoseon. Hoseon had come to this room ‘512. 112’ looking for Jinwu. Because she’d told him to come back if they ever met again after parting last time.
“I came to meet the room’s owner…”
Hoseon tensed up. Facing the Christina party, he had no choice but to tense.
His ankle had a collar showing his identity.
Christina looked at him kindly. “You don’t have to be tense. I came here looking for that man too.”
“…Eh?”
“Kim Jinwu. The owner of this room. You came looking for the strange man, right?”
“If he’s a strange man…”
Hoseon didn’t deny Christina’s words. To him, Jinwu was a strange guy too.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“That man was kidnapped.”
“…I see.”
“You’re surprisingly not surprised?”
Hoseon couldn’t answer. If he’d made so many enemies, saying it wasn’t strange wouldn’t make sense.
Christina kept giving information. Hoseon, combining Christina’s information with what he knew, came to a conclusion.
“…It seems he was kidnapped by Orihime.”
“Then things will get a little harder…”