New Bond
A few days after the Ogre subjugation ended, I sat facing Silas in a secluded hospital room at the adventurers' guild-designated facility. The sharp scent of medicinal herbs filled the air as I regarded the veteran thief, his right shoulder tightly wrapped in bandages. The space where his arm had been was now empty.
"If you hadn't held the creature's attention from the rear with those strange curses of yours..." Silas moistened his dry lips and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I would have bled out before the main force even arrived. And my disciple... she would have rotted away in that cave forever as the monster's plaything."
I lowered my head in silence. A bitter, hollow laugh echoed inside me. I hadn't risked my life to save him. I had only wanted to push my new Substitute Doll to its absolute limit and had coldly calculated the time and gains until the main force arrived. Still, there was no need to shatter this seasoned thief's fragile sense of debt by voicing the truth.
Silas pushed a heavy leather pouch across the table with his remaining left hand. A clear, ringing sound of gold coins clinking together followed. "Not silver. Gold. Every coin of the reward the guild gave me. And..." He pulled an old parchment scroll from his robes and offered it. "Watching you fight, I could tell your body has potential, but you lack even the basics of movement or technique. This is the foundational manual for Shadow Steps, something I picked up in the back alleys during my youth."
Silas glanced bitterly at his empty right shoulder and continued. "You could buy something like this, but it's absurdly expensive for a pebble-rank like you, and it requires solid connections in the underworld. Consider it a surface-level repayment to the man who saved my life and pulled my girl out of there. Take it."
"...I'll accept it gratefully." I took the manual and the pouch of gold without hesitation. His words were framed as repayment, but the bloodshot eyes of the old thief staring at me carried an unspoken weight. If Elara ever falls into trouble, please don't pretend you don't see it.
With this, I gained a reliable Silver-rank connection in Silas, solid capital, and another weapon for survival—mobility and escape techniques I had desperately needed.
A few days later, thanks to my now-full purse, I left the rundown shack in the slums and settled into a proper room at an inn in the commercial district. With money in hand and the beginnings of survival skills under my belt, a faint sense of leisure finally began to bloom within me. That leisure, however, quickly turned to frustration in the face of the damnable side effects brought by the Ogre Tattoo.
The mark etched across my chest was a passive that remained constantly active—I couldn't turn it off. Beyond the excessive vitality that refused to subside no matter how much I tried to drain it, a wild, beastly scent and primal energy unique to ogres seeped from my body regardless of my will. Eventually, while wandering the night streets in search of a way to deal with my painfully swollen member, I stumbled upon a certain scene in a back alley on the village outskirts.
"Haa, haa... more... something bigger..." In the dark alley, the woman staggering with unfocused eyes was none other than Elara. Though she had been rescued by the Ogre subjugation party and returned to the village, her mind had already completely melted under the horrific pleasure the ogre had implanted in her. Rumor had it that every night she wandered the back alleys like a bitch in heat, seeking the scent of beasts and massive cocks. She had become the subject of filthy gossip—dragging low-rank mercenaries and vagrants into the alley and mercilessly milking them dry.
"Aah... it's not enough... something this small won't fill me up..." Elara sat on the ground, her torn robe barely covering half of her ample breasts, panting heavily. Between her thighs, glistening fluids flowed endlessly, soaking the stone pavement.
Watching her from the shadows, I pressed a hand to my forehead. The cold survivor I usually was would have cursed the madwoman and walked away without a second glance. But now, with funds and skills giving me a sliver of breathing room, Silas's pitiful gaze from when he handed me the manual clung stubbornly to my ankles.
"Fuck, there's no 911 or mental hospitals here." "Can't be helped. Before some real scum drags her off and sells her as a whore, I might as well lock her up in an inn room for now."
Clicking my tongue, I swallowed the self-justifying monologue. Deciding to at least get her to an inn room, I approached her without much caution—completely unaware of what signal the thick scent emanating from my body would send her.
I walked toward her naturally, with no intention of overpowering or lecturing her. "Elara. Get a hold of yourself. What are you doing in a place like—"
The moment I reached out my hand, her head snapped toward me at an unnatural speed. A feral, savage gleam lit up in her previously unfocused eyes. I had made a fatal miscalculation. The ogre's scent and my erect member weren't a sedative to calm her. They were an aphrodisiac that perfectly pulled the trigger of climax imprinted in her brain.
"A-Aaaah...! M-Master's scent...! Master!" "Shit, wait—!"
Before I could even step back in surprise, the overwhelming agility of a Silver-rank rogue exploded. Even with my ogre-enhanced dynamic vision, her speed was only a blur. She slipped into my arms in an instant, tripped my legs, and mounted me like a beast.
"Ughiiit! Scent... Master's scent is coming from youuu!" The Silver-rank female adventurer, completely lost to reason and in heat, charged at full force. Her dazzlingly quick hands shattered my belt buckle in a single second and roughly pulled out my throbbing length with a firm grip.
"Hey! Let go of that...! What the hell are you doing?!" I tried desperately to resist, but I couldn't push her away with strength alone. More than anything, the soft, burning touch of a woman's flesh—something I had never experienced in my twenty-eight years—pressed against me so explicitly that the rational circuits in my head short-circuited with a pop.
Against my will, my cock swelled even larger, as if about to burst. "Haa, haaah... It's human-sized, but the scent... the energy is the same...! Use this, shove this into meee!" "Wait... ack! Ngh!"
Schlick—! With a wet, violent sound, a hot, aggressive membrane swallowed my length, and my vision flashed white. My first time. The soft, civilian fantasy I once held on Earth—of a romantic night with someone I loved—shattered pathetically beneath the forced cowgirl position of a Silver-rank rogue in this insane otherworld's damp back alley.
"Aaaang! It's hot, it's insideee! Master's energy is coming innn!" Elara cried out in ecstasy and began slamming her hips down with her full weight. Thud, thud, thud! A maddening pleasure that felt like it was scraping my brain directly exploded up my spine to the crown of my head.
Fuck, am I really getting raped by a crazy woman in an alley right now? This is literally a crime... haa, I'm losing my mind... A modern sense of injustice and confusion flashed through my mind, but my body had already betrayed reason and was reacting like a beast. Elara, chasing the phantom of the ogre, twisted her hips frantically. Her inner walls greedily bit down on me, demanding endless pleasure. Even as I tried to regain my senses, my hips moved on their own.
At this rate... ngh, I'll pass out from being milked dry... A suffocating urgency washed over me. Clichés from novels I had read on Earth flashed through my mind. If I lost control in this abnormal situation and got dragged along, I would lose the initiative forever. I had to seize control and become the dominant one in this beastly relationship if I wanted to survive. But any usual calculations were impossible under the onslaught of pleasure.
Right, this is a world without police or hospitals. The only way to save this woman is... agh, damn it, I can't think! Just overwrite the ogre's heat with my own energy... yeah, mutual salvation. In exchange for calming her down and moving her somewhere safe, I'll make her my bodyguard... ngh! My petty modern rationality snapped one by one before the surging pleasure, merging with my selfish survival instinct into a messy self-justification. It was a beastly struggle to survive—or rather, to escape this maddening sensation that felt like it would explode at any moment.
I lowered my flailing hands and firmly grabbed Elara's wildly bucking hips. "Ah, aaaang...!" Silas had been right. Without technique, I had no idea how to match rhythm. I simply surrendered my body to the ogre's strength and thrust my cock upward clumsily toward her descending waist. The beastly, off-beat impacts. Yet Elara let out a scream as if her brain were melting and clung to me.
"Ughiiiiiit—!!! Haa, aaaah! My brain... my brain is meltinggg!" Elara's body jolted violently as she let out a beastly scream. I grabbed a fistful of her hair—thrashing in the ogre's phantom—and yanked her toward me. Her unfocused eyes and my own bloodshot gaze, clouded with pleasure and confusion, locked together. In that instant, a thick, burning heat erupted from the tattoo on my chest and enveloped us both like mist. My mana and the tattoo's energy were forcibly driven into her membranes and mind, erasing the ogre's lingering shadow.
"Remember this. From now on, the one tearing into you isn't that ogre. It's me." The forced words came out like a beast's growl, scattering against her ear. The words leaving my mouth weren't mine. They were vulgar, violent, and viciously selfish. A thrilling shiver ran down my neck at my own crude declaration, but I couldn't stop. The thread of reason had long since burned away. All that remained was the primal lust to subjugate this mad bitch beneath me.
"Call me... ngh... Master!" When I yanked her hair harder and slammed my hips upward crudely, Elara's back arched like a bow. "Aah, aaa...! M-Master...! Master, Master, ngh! Deeper...! Break meee...!"
Ah, this is... the limit. Something snapped in my head. My vision flashed white, and the vitality amplified by the ogre tattoo moved my hips violently against my will. "Uoooooh!!" With a beastly roar, I grabbed Elara's hips hard enough to break them and drove myself as deep as possible one final time.
Schlick—! It wasn't a simple climax. It was like branding her deepest place, overwriting the condensed ogre energy inside Elara with my own. A massive amount of scorching fluid poured into her womb without mercy, spreading and claiming every inch. "Ughiiiiiiit—!!! Haaaaang!!" Elara's eyes rolled back as her entire body convulsed violently. Her inner walls squeezed me as if trying to crush me, and a mixture of my seed and her fluids trickled down her thighs to the ground.
Instead of the ogre's phantom, my presence was now forcibly imprinted in her mind. A hollow feeling settled over us as a storm-like silence descended. In the dark alley, amid the damp air, only rough breathing and the musky scent remained. Elara lay collapsed on my stomach, letting out faint whimpers as she continued to tremble.