Lord Cassian (1) - The Fallen Guardian
Lord Cassian (1) - The Fallen Guardian
In the middle of the night, in the forest.
The metallic scent of blood and the heavy fragrance of night-blooming flowers hung in the air.
[ Jjigeok, Jjigeogeok. Peok, Peok. ]
And squelching friction sounds echoing through the quiet forest.
The sloshing sounds of flesh colliding with flesh.
"Aah, haaaah...! G-Guardian-nim... Hngh!"
Rose was lying on the dirt ground, letting out cries of pleasure.
Currently on top of her, thrusting his hips, was none other than the Lord's Guardian Bain.
"...Keueuk..."
He had an expressionless face as usual, but
he was letting out rough breaths and gritting his teeth.
Thick drops of sweat, unseen even when he slaughtered Magical Beasts, ran down his forehead and dampened Rose's chest.
It was less like lovemaking and more like a battle.
Bain gripped Rose's crossed wrists, held above her head, with one hand, and with his other hand, he ceaselessly kneaded her voluminous breasts as if they would burst.
While doing so, he ruthlessly thrust his hips between Rose's legs.
As if he was trying to cut off an enemy's breath with a sword.
"Aah... Haaah... Uhh..."
Of course, Rose, as always, felt no pleasure whatsoever.
But as always, she was acting like a crazily aroused prostitute.
Half-closing her eyes, twisting her body, and clenching her inner walls,
she let out moans in time with Bain's deep thrusts.
Even amidst the terror, she instinctively realized that was the only way she could survive.
At the edge of her vision, she could see three corpses sprawled on the ground, their necks severed and intestines spilled out.
They were the corpses of the mercenaries who had been harassing her just moments ago.
A few hours earlier, in the middle of the night.
When she opened her eyes, Rose's mouth was gagged with a dirty cloth and her hands were bound behind her back.
"Mmph...! Mmmph!"
When she came to, two men's rough hands were crudely groping inside her dress.
The one positioned near Rose's upper body was the Scarred Mercenary who had begged Bain for his life earlier that day.
He licked Rose's neck with a snake-like tongue, while pushing his hand into the gap of her dress and kneading her breast.
The other man, positioned between her legs, had pulled Rose's skirt up to her waist and was stickily stroking her snow-white inner thighs as if admiring a work of art.
"Oh, you're awake? It must be suffocating with your mouth gagged, but bear with it. Your oppas will show you heaven."
"Mmph...! Mmmph...!"
The Scarred Mercenary, noticing Rose was awake, grinned lewdly.
[Chureureup]
Then he stuck out his long tongue and disgustingly licked a wide path from her chin, across her gagged lips, nose bridge, and eyebrows.
At the same time, with both hands, he roughly tore open the bodice of her dress, and Rose's suppressed, enormous breasts bounced out into the air, jiggling.
"Fuck, look at these tits. In all my life, I've never seen a whore's breasts this firm."
The man's calloused fingers twisted Rose's pink nipple as if pinching it.
"Hngh...!"
"Her nipples look so demure, like a noble lady's. But this bitch is already aroused, they're standing stiff, aren't they?"
The guy stroking her thighs from below, not to be outdone, buried his head. His fingers delved into the gap of her thin underwear and began to rub Rose's private parts.
"Down below is already soaking wet. Like a good whore, she's already dripping wet."
A little distance away, the remaining man, who was keeping watch, swallowed hard and urged them on.
"Hey, hurry up and finish. When's my turn?"
"Don't rush, you bastard. The night is long."
The man on watch uneasily glanced towards the tree stump where Bain was sleeping.
"But he really won't wake up, right? If that monster bastard wakes up, we're all fucked."
"Don't worry. With the elixir I put in his evening soup, even an ogre wouldn't wake up for ten hours. Do you know how much that cost?"
The Scarred Mercenary licked Rose's collarbone and grinned vilely. But the one on watch still looked uneasy.
"What if that bitch tells later?"
"As if that would happen."
Sreung.
A cold dagger, drawn from the man's embrace, stroked Rose's cheek.
"She's just a common whore anyway, isn't she? Do we really need to make a big deal just because we used her hole first? If you spout any nonsense... you won't be safe either. You know that, right?"
Rose nodded her head in terror.
But apart from that terrible fear, under the men's touch, Rose's body began to react.
[Jilcheok.]
Her mind was filled with disgust, but her body was secreting lubricant.
Her stiff, pink nipples made it seem as if she, too, was ready to accept them.
This terrible discrepancy between body and mind made Rose even more frustrated.
"Alright, then, shall we have a taste before the Lord-nim does?"
Just as the man was lowering his pants and about to force Rose's legs open.
Seoeoeok!
A blue flash sliced through the pitch-black darkness.
"Huh...?"
The mercenary positioned between Rose's legs' vision spun around.
An incredibly clean and sharp slash.
Without even a spurt of blood, the man's head detached from his body and rolled on the ground.
"Sh-shit! What the... Keok!"
The Scarred Mercenary screamed and raised his dagger, but as a blue trajectory flashed once more, his upper body was sliced diagonally and his intestines spilled out.
The man on watch was already dead, a sword impaled between his eyebrows, leaning against a tree.
"These pieces of trash..."
Bain, with a distorted expression, looked down at the mercenaries' corpses.
And when his cold gaze slowly turned to Rose.
Kkulkeok.
The Guardian unconsciously swallowed.
Rose's mouth was gagged with cloth, and between the parted folds of her dress, her luscious breasts were exposed.
The pink nipples, situated in the center of her breasts, were already stiff and erect.
Her skirt was rolled up to her waist,
and between her fully exposed thighs, the lubricant her body had secreted was flowing down, glistening.
"..."
Bain, with an expressionless face, slowly approached.
He roughly untied the cloth that gagged Rose's mouth.
And he gripped the parted fabric of her dress near her chest.
Rose thought he would close her dress.
But Bain's hand hesitated, then instead of her dress, he tightly gripped Rose's bare breast.
"...Guardian-nim...?"
Bain's eyes were trembling.
The Guardian's reason, tasked with carrying out orders, and the male instinct, wavering before the seductive charm laid out before him.
That brief internal struggle was utterly shattered the moment Rose's soft skin touched his hand.
Cheolkeok-
Bain let out a rough breath and unbuckled his pants.
"...Aah...!"
That was how their encounter began.
Aside from roughly kneading her breasts, there was no other foreplay.
He didn't kiss her, nor did he offer any tender words.
Only a violent piston-like thrusting to release his surging lust continued.
"Ah... Aaaah... Guardian-nim... Too... too deep...!"
But Rose did her best to feign arousal.
Simply hoping this terrible act would end quickly.
"Kueeeuk...!"
Finally, Bain's body convulsed violently, and deep inside Rose, he ejaculated hot semen.
And after catching his breath on Rose's trembling body, Bain soon got up as if nothing had happened and adjusted his pants.
Picking up the sword he had thrown on the ground, he spoke coldly.
"What happened today never happened."
"......."
"If this matter reaches the Lord-nim's ears... the women of the brothel you came from, and the life of your pimp with the broken arm cannot be guaranteed."
Rose, with vacant eyes, nodded her head.
Down her thighs, Bain's semen trickled down.
'That's the worst thing I've ever heard after sex...'
A noble Protector? A magic knight?
In the end, this guy too merely possessed power; unable to control his own desires, he was no different from the trashy mercenaries who threatened the weak.
***
And finally, the journey that had continued thus far came to an end.
Rose was kneeling on the red carpet in the opulent reception room, in the deepest part of the enormous Lord's castle.
"Raise your head."
She didn't know who the Lord was, but
she had expected him to be a hideous middle-aged pig-like noble, steeped in greed, whose belly protruded like a mountain.
A man who would order his subordinates to bring him a beautiful prostitute for his lust. He probably wouldn't look normal either.
But the voice that came from above her head was chillingly young and gentle.
What reflected in Rose's eyes as she cautiously raised her head was a young handsome man with silver hair, as if imbued with moonlight, and sharp, sculpted features.
"Indeed. Her beauty is enough to captivate men's souls, just as the rumors say. She exceeds expectations."
The spacious and magnificent reception room.
Behind the young Lord stood two knights,
while Rose and Bain, who had brought her, were prostrate below him.
"Hmm."
The Lord rose from his seat and slowly approached.
Having approached right in front of Rose, he looked down at her, kneeling, with an intrigued expression, and opened his mouth.
"So, bringing such a beautiful prostitute..."
The Lord's gaze passed Rose and fell upon Bain, who was prostrate beside her.
"The Guardian didn't do anything lewd, did he?"
Instantly, cold sweat ran down her spine.
Bain's chilling threat. And the faces of her colleagues from the Entertainment District and Khan flashed through her mind.
Rose bit her trembling lip and replied.
"...Yes. Nothing... happened."
"Is that so?"
The Lord smiled gently and lightly extended his hand towards Bain.
Pishuk-
"......?!"
And then came the sound of something breaking.
What Rose saw when she turned around was Bain's forehead, pierced as if by an invisible spear.
"Keo, heok...."
Teolseok-
The superhuman who had instantly slaughtered Magical Beasts and eliminated mercenaries. That powerful Guardian, without even a scream, rolled his eyes back until only the whites showed and collapsed to the floor.
A puddle of brain matter and blood stained the red carpet.
Rose was so shocked she froze, unable to even breathe. She couldn't understand what was happening.
She had clearly said nothing happened, hadn't she?
Such a strong Guardian, dead with just one gesture from the Lord?
"Kael. What do I hate most in the world?"
"It is lying to the Lord."
The Lord smiled and approached Rose.
Then he reached out his hand and gently cupped Rose's chin, which was trembling with fear.
"Poor thing, you're trembling with fear. But don't worry."
The Lord's beautiful face drew close to Rose's ear. His low whisper pierced her eardrum.
"That Bain bastard must have threatened you to lie. I am not such a foolish Dominator that I cannot even grasp such circumstances."
Rose's pupils trembled minutely with fear.
"However, you must remember from now on that I detest lies. I am not a lenient person who would overlook the same mistake multiple times."
The Lord released Rose's chin and straightened up.
He looked down at Bain's corpse sprawled on the floor and gave an order.
"Kael. Dispose of that trash and take the woman. Wash her thoroughly, and put makeup on her. And for the dress... black would be good."
Having finished his command, the silver-haired Dominator, without looking back, with light steps, exited the reception room.