Benny, I Was Wrong (1)
146 years ago. Benny sometimes thought of herself as a package delivered to the wrong address. The Heavens didn’t feel like a place made for her.
“I was only trying to make her a leg because she didn’t have one. What’s wrong with that?”
“Didn’t have one? So?”
Her bold answer earned her a prize. The prize was called confiscation. The adults wrenched the prosthetic components from little Benny’s hands.
The technique of welding nerves and metal with mana. A miracle that let people without anything below the knee walk again. Detachable steel prosthetics. They didn’t care how brilliant the invention was. Instead of praising the little girl for accomplishing it alone, they dictated what she must never do.
Unauthorized. Unapproved. Free services violating fair-trade principles. With so many stamps slapped on her, Benny could no longer legally build prosthetics. Not for the rest of her life.
In their place, the Medical Association released similar prosthetics onto the market—at a price high enough to buy real limbs several times over.
It was only the opening act of the war Benny would fight for the rest of her days.
Two years ago.
“Uwaaaaaah—! Goddamn it!”
The box-shaped helmet that concealed her identity bounced off the stone wall and flew straight back. It slammed into Benny’s forehead with a loud crack. She clutched her face and screamed again.
“Hooooooock—! It hurts!”
Nothing ever went right. This was yet another failed negotiation—she’d lost count. Today, the fledgling Heavenly corporation Galarhorn had another shackle clamped around its neck. By the old corporations and noble houses of the Heavens. There was no way to stop them.
Companies registered for gladiator fights always held priority over those that weren’t. Gladiator fights—proxy battles where warriors settled the scales of profit in place of their employers. If you didn’t want someone butchered on your behalf, you had no choice but to keep biting and tearing.
Her rage refused to die even late into the night. As a result, she failed to fall asleep at a reasonable hour again. With her sleep pattern wrecked once more, Benny slammed her cheek against the mansion wall, growling.
Tomorrow her gloom would hammer her sleep-deprived skull, and every time her body ached for the rest of her life she would regret tonight. Still, Benny ultimately decided to pull another all-nighter.
“I can’t stand it anymore.”
She opened the door to the storeroom. The machine that occupied half the secret chamber hummed as if it had been waiting for her. Benny pressed her eye to the spectrum lens attached to the device. Through the projector of the illegal equipment that spied on the Lower World, his face filled her vision.
A boy knight clumsy at everything except fighting. Nathan Maia.
A smile spread across Benny’s exhausted face.
“Hello, my single ray of delight in this dreary life.”
The knights of the Human Union were sometimes idiots. Not because of the Eleim’s contempt for surface-dwellers, but because her impression of them was simply that. Unless they were mentally ill, no one would charge headfirst into those grotesque monsters without hesitation.
They fought like actual madmen. They knocked them down and moved on. They repeated it. And in most cases, they were thanked for it. Those who stood between the people and the world’s enemies deserved praise equal to their courage and sacrifice.
They weren’t bound by the sticky interference and limitations that plagued Benny. They crossed lands ruled by fantasy and mystery instead of the dry, romance-starved reality of the Heavens. Knights who raced toward the sunset unhindered by anything but damned monsters, without a worry in their minds. Their lives were that simple and clear.
“That’s what romance looks like.”
And among them, one person had lodged himself deep in Benny’s heart.
“Fighting with the redhead again. Well done, our Nathan. Smash every pretty bitch who approaches you.”
Dark affection that could only exist in imagination. She knew she had no right to say such things in reality. They could never touch her, never become real presences in her life. Still, she sometimes wondered.
What if I were there? Could I avoid being this depressed?
While Benny struggled to keep her good deeds hidden, while she spent decades alone reviewing legal codes and facing hundreds of opponents to protect years of effort, Nathan had sliced, stabbed, beaten, kicked, and roared for them to try killing him.
He crushed the heads and severed the necks of the world’s evil enemies that tried to cut short a knight’s breath. A bleeding boy’s desperate struggle that looked ready to flicker out in years, not decades. So very simple. Yet just as exhilarating and beautiful.
And, heart-poundingly, it was always Nathan who stood at the end.
Benny envied and cheered for him with her whole heart. And before she knew it, she had even begun to feel love.
She prayed their adventures would last forever.
“I’ll just watch and cheer like this. That much is okay, right?”
While they lit a campfire and camped, Nathan tossed in his sleep and scratched his stomach. Benny’s pupils dilated. Seeing the carved muscles revealed between his clothes, she giggled and wiped her drool.
“…That much should be fine, right?”
Present day.
In other words, after Nathan had been kidnapped into the arena, escaped, been saved by Benny who couldn’t leave him to die on the road, rested thoroughly, then rushed out to kill the arena’s owner before returning—right now.
Nathan had refused her offer of one night, trembling. But his refusal could not stop Benny.
“That expression you just made was seriously perverted.”
Once the Nathan she thought she could never meet in reality had burst into her life, Benny had tried to keep her distance and be considerate until the end. Because she empathized with the troubles and misfortune he was suffering. And also because she feared her dark fantasies would be exposed.
But after learning that Aspen had hurt Nathan and left him, and after realizing he might die and disappear at any moment, she decided to be honest.
So Benny lured Nathan in and pushed him onto the bed. Revealing her greedy true colors to the fullest.
“Hehe, you’re not going anywhere. I’m going to eat you… What is this?”
The mask she had worn as her true face sank. Courage vanished in an instant. Benny swallowed hard and realized she wasn’t mentally prepared at all.
Kilika had said it. Remaining a virgin for over two hundred years was a personality issue. How could a man catch the eye of someone who hated the entire world? She swore Benny would never even dare sleep with anyone.
Kilika had been wrong. Just now Benny had boldly thrown a man onto the bed. She had even half-pulled down his patient gown pants.
But if Benny remained inexperienced after tonight, it might be a little difficult to call it her problem alone.
Benny glanced sideways at the thing covering half her face. Then she started hiccupping.
“Hic.”
Was this… a Sapiens? Was there a reason they classified humans not as intelligent beings but as a type of ape?
No, no. If the data she had researched beforehand wasn’t distorted, most primates had far smaller genitals than humans or Eleim—
“What are you… doing….”
Nathan was tormented in his own way. While Benny trembled, only her pink hair hanging to her shoulders and her hot breath brushed against it.
Dragging this out was torture…. No. This couldn’t continue. He had to push her away. Think of Aspen. His body refused to gain any strength, but he had to kick her off somehow—
Why? Aspen kicked you out. She said you found a better connection and should each go your own way! Do it! You know that wasn’t sincere.
How do you know if it was sincere or not? Let’s look at the plain facts. You were dumped. End. Are you just going to take it? Then do it! If it’s for revenge, you definitely shouldn’t do this. Are you going to use someone who saved your life as a tool?
Fuck, this is such a dirty way to live. Can’t you see those tits? Teach that lovely, arrogant elf bitch a lesson!
The one spewing vulgar words was, unfortunately, not some inner demon. It was his own honest desire.
Nathan wrestled with the brat inside him and slowly opened his eyes. Then he quickly shut them again. He couldn’t look straight at Benny panting against his cock. It was far too stimulating for someone in his late teens.
Benny’s curves, revealed by nothing but a slip-like dress, could only be described as explosive. That weight carried a different meaning from Aspen’s trained body—
Don’t compare them, you crazy bastard. You’re the one comparing and arguing with yourself.
Gathering every ounce of willpower to resist the temptation, Nathan finally made up his mind. He would stand up and politely push her away. But his body felt strange. It wouldn’t listen to him.
“Benny.”
Startled by the call, Benny forced a calm smile onto her face. She could not let Nathan, who had experience, find out she had been a virgin for over two hundred years. That was a matter of dignity.
“Wh-what?”
“Why… why isn’t my body moving properly?”
Strength was draining away. Suspiciously so.
“Um, well. Maybe the medicine is hitting you harder than expected?”
“…What?”
Something deep in Nathan’s chest shook.
“No, it’s nothing. Nathan, by any chance… um… among your kind, are you on the bigger side?”
Benny’s stammering question. Judging it an attempt to change the subject, Nathan didn’t answer. Instead, he brought his hands—now heavy as stone—together in a clumsy prayer. The Rune of Kelsa engraved on the back of his hand glowed green. Just like when he had been hit with paralyzing poison in the arena.
Nathan lost his reason.
Without a word, he stood, grabbed the flustered Benny by the wrist, and flung her onto the bed.
“Whoa—!”
Now Nathan looked down at Benny. She had been trying to calm her pounding heart when his expression grew ominous. She blinked and asked,
“…Nathan, are you okay? Did something go wrong?”
“Go wrong? I just wanted to fall asleep in peace. That’s all.”
Benny awkwardly looked away and shrugged.
“I guess I was a bit insensitive. Still—”
“I wanted to sleep. I was so tired I thought I’d die. After nearly getting crushed multiple times, I got stabbed in the back from an unexpected place.”
Nathan’s growl could be felt throughout his entire body. Benny suddenly felt chills.
“And now you’re doing this too. Yeah, I learned something good. You can’t trust anyone. That’s what you wanted to tell me, right?”
The dizzying sensation she had only imagined. But this wasn’t the boyfriend from her fantasies. What Benny had invited into her room was a beast. One that had been cornered and nearly killed, who had seen someone’s blood not long ago, and who was therefore furious beyond measure.
“You started this.”
For some reason, that made her heart race even more. It was truly strange. Benny forced a smile. The corners of her mouth twitched faintly.
“I was wrong.”
He tore off her damp underwear as if ripping it away. The elastic snapped with a thick sound and Benny flinched. The moment that heavy thing touched her entrance, her body trembled.
“Uh, it’s still okay. I can bear it. You can keep going. I’m—”
The tightly closed petals opened. As far as they possibly could. The penetration was rougher and more difficult than she had expected. But Nathan pushed forward. A little too hard, from Benny’s perspective. She nodded slowly as if she understood. And she endured somehow—biting her lip, clenching her fists, pounding the bed with her knuckles.
But eventually the mouth that had been twitching its tail let out a scream.
“It huuuuurts—!”
Nathan, filled with rage, briefly regained his self-control. He almost asked if she was okay, but scolded himself amid his fury. Anger crept up his spine again.
Filthy pointy-eared bastards.
“Does it hurt?”
“Huuuuaaa, yeah! It hurts—! More than when I got hit in the nose by a steel box! Don’t move for a second! Just a seeeecond!”
An unnecessarily specific analogy. Nathan didn’t even snort.
“Why should I be considerate of that?”
Benny squeezed her eyes shut to shake off her tears, then checked Nathan’s expression again.
“Your emergency treatment spot, hic, might tear open. Heh. I’m worried about your side, that’s why. Slowly—”
“Shut up.”
Her sincere concern was dismissed. Only then did Benny realize. This wasn’t some situational play from erotic fiction. It wasn’t ‘I’m angry’ in a sexual sense. Nathan was genuinely, thoroughly pissed off.
“Um, maybe.”
Benny asked with the most innocent face in the world.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Did she do something wrong? Nathan paused in the middle of sneering. A new possibility suddenly occurred to him.
Hardline theory. This woman drugged me. Something that clouds judgment and drains strength from the body. Then she tried to force herself on me. The rune glowing is proof. It detected the drug. You pointy-eared bastards all seem to get it wrong, but I’m not some fucking breeding cock. I’m not a rooster that gets knocked out from behind and boiled. I must punish her. I’ll make her realize what she wanted.
Cautious theory. But maybe, just maybe. She might not have fed me anything special. That disgustingly honest Benny—could she even hide anything? The Rune of Kelsa sometimes glows faintly just from alcohol. Wow, but. It really is soft.
Bullshit. How did the conclusion end up like that?
Is blindly suspecting her normal?
With his thoughts splitting in two, Nathan no longer knew what to do. And soon, he exploded.
Kidnapping, crisis, injustice, and now even sexual desire. Stress from every reason had reached its limit. His reason shattered like a bursting kettle, and only one clear fact remained.
A woman with an absurdly enchanting appearance was in front of Nathan. A face that stimulated protective instincts, a body that provoked darker urges. His cock was inside her. An undeniable reality.
The beast that Nathan had become began the act his instincts demanded. There was no refined consideration in it. Pink-tinged nectar stretched out in long strands as he withdrew, then he plunged back in quickly with a wet slap. Stimulation far beyond what she could endure. Movements that were not fast but big and decisive.
Benny clutched the headboard and screamed silently.
“—!”
Nathan’s eyes had already rolled back, but the dazed Benny hadn’t noticed yet.
I told you not to move for a second—!
Thrust.
Does he think I have a lot of experience? That I’ll get used to this size eventually?
Thrust.
Yeah, that could be. Who would believe I have no experience after over two hundred years!
Thrust.
Ouch. Just shove a wooden log in instead, you cruel surface-dweller.
He must think that since I pushed him down roughly, I wanted it rough!
Conflict flashed through her. Embarrassing. I don’t want to say it. No. But—
There is a button here that says ‘Be honest and survive.’ Will you press it?
In the end, Benny tearfully slammed that button repeatedly. Surrender declared after only seven thrusts.
“I’ll be honest—!”
Nathan paused. Would the defendant admit her crime?
Only then did Benny gasp for air. Panting, she covered her reddened face and shouted.
“I’m sorry. I—I’ve never done anything like this before—! Please be gentle—!”
The hardline theory inside Nathan caught fire. He let out a dumbfounded laugh. And moved even more violently.
“I know.”
Benny’s face hardened with despair at being found out.
Heavenly God.
“It shows.”
Smack.
The sound of flesh colliding with clear intent. At the suddenly intensified force, Benny’s shoulders shook.
“Eek—!”
“That way it counts as punishment.”
The rough vibration penetrated deep inside Benny. Overwhelmed by the desire slamming into her without restraint, she covered her mouth.
“Mmph—! Mmmph—!”
Wow. So this is what it was like.
The feeling of something poking and pushing her lower belly. The sensation of an enormous foreign presence so full it felt like it would break her, pressing her entire body upward.
…Or is it just because it’s him?
“Mmmph! Mmmmmmph—!”
“Shut your mouth.”
Large, rough hands covered Benny’s own where they clamped over her mouth. The grip that bound both her hands made her flinch.
“Hiii—! Mmph—!”
“I’m doing it so you can’t breathe.”
Benny’s face crumpled like she was about to cry. As if asking what exactly she had done so wrong. The muscles in Nathan’s jaw tightened.
“How does it feel?”
Nathan expressed the greatest roughness he could muster. Thinking it would be a sufficiently nightmarish lesson.
“How does it feel, you traitor?”
However, Nathan had overlooked two things.
First. Crossing the starting line did not make one an expert. To put it plainly, Nathan was not accustomed to the movements of nighttime activities. Moving only that much was nothing more and nothing less than clumsy, passionate sex.
And the second was….
Nathan pulled Benny’s bound hands from her mouth and pinned them above her head. Her previously hidden face was a mess. Tears, saliva. And.
“Eek, hek, I’m sorryyy♥”
With a happily disheveled smile.
The second thing Nathan hadn’t considered: whether that clumsy passion would become a nightmare or a fantasy depended on his partner’s mood as well.
“What the hell.”
“Hieeeeeet♥”
Nathan slowly pulled out. The inside, soft as silk, clung to him as if reluctant to let go. Benny’s eyes sparkled with greed as she watched their bodies separate.
“Don’t pull out, you can’t pull out♥”
“…Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It hurts♥ It hurts but it feels better and better♥ Something keeps coming♥”
Nathan was at a loss for words. He hurriedly tried doing things that should feel like bad acts. Yet once pleasure truly took hold, even when he bit her breast, Benny only screamed with a loose, blissful smile.
In the end, Nathan admitted his intention had gone awry. At this rate it wasn’t even coercion anymore.
Then slap her cheek at least.
That doesn’t feel right.
The reason that had been stopping Nathan until now slapped him instead of Benny’s cheek inside his imagination. Asking what the hell he had been doing all this time.
But his dark instinct nodded brightly at that Nathan. The reproductive urge, which had grown excessively strong after facing continuous life-threatening crises, ultimately succeeded in deceiving his reason.
Idiot. Seriously.
So. I needed an excuse to cross the line.
Nathan pressed his forehead and resumed. Benny, who had been writhing and then flipped over, shivered at the stimulation from behind where she couldn’t see. Moans muffled by the pillow. Thanks to that, Nathan recalled his first experience. A current-like sense of immorality. A more considerate intrusion. As the pace slowed, Benny let out a pouty complaint. But that lasted only a moment.
Benny, who had been saying carefree things like she could never go back or that she was floating among the stars, gradually began to forget most words. It was rising. The heat, the emotion, the body. Every nerve tingled as if bracing for impact. At the very edge, Benny barely managed to spit out a few words. With a bright expression that didn’t think she had done anything wrong at all.
“I was wrong♥ Stop it♥”
Even if she begged for more he couldn’t continue. It shattered any will to hold back. The breasts crushed against the bed, the sweat-soaked softness pressed beneath her belly. And this texture that wrapped him without a single gap.
“I’m… breaking…♥”
Last thread of self-control. Nathan slowly pulled out and released across her back. Benny’s fingers tightly gripped Nathan’s. Her trembling legs hooked backward around him. Between the two of them lying together after passion ended, only cold sweat and rough breathing flowed.