Room Number Six
I had barely made it to Area D.
Even getting this far, Airen had torn into me again and again, and I'd had to keep clamping my pussy around her thin, pale fingers.
"You get off that much on being bullied by a girl you've never even met? You're a real masochist lesbian, huh."
Every word she spat raked my pride raw and poured humiliation straight into the wounds. I'd already come three times, and from the midpoint onward she'd stripped my hot pants off me like she was changing a diaper and made me hold them in my mouth.
"Getting turned on by the smell of your own juices... as a fellow woman, I find that contemptible. Do try to reflect on that."
"Nngoooooh...♥"
She'd pinch my clit, and the moment my juices spilled out, her fingers would slide back in and pump without the slightest hesitation. She seemed to know my body better than I did.
"Let's see. Where's our Blackie's weak spot... here?"
"Nngh...♥"
"Hmm. Here, then?"
"Nnhhiiih♥"
"Ah. There it is."
"N-nngooooohhh♥♥!!"
The instant she pressed a spot on my inner wall, close to my belly, my vision went white and every ounce of strength shot down to my toes. Even as every muscle in my body clenched tight and drool spilled from my lips, Airen kept working her fingers without a shred of mercy.
"Good grief. Our Blackie. If you clamp down this hard, what am I supposed to do? You're going to leave bruises on my fingers♥"
With her free hand, she stroked my hair. A surge of anger rose at the way she treated me like some kind of animal — but my body, driven to its absolute limit, went limp as if moved by that warm touch.
"There. That's it. Good girl. Such a good girl."
She looked down at me with amusement as I meekly accepted her caress, then slowly drew her fingers out of my pussy. Thick, sticky juices clung to them and stretched in long threads. The sudden waft of a female in heat filled my nose, and for a moment shame washed over me.
"Get up. We're here."
"Kyaaung...♥!"
She flicked a knuckle-rap right on top of my clit, and a little spurt of piss leaked out of me.
"Ugh. Juices, piss — if we'd had more time I would've made you lick it all up. Good thing this was a private bus. What would we have done otherwise?"
She grumbled a few more complaints and scoldings, then grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to my feet.
"Hands behind your head. Spread your legs wider."
After ordering me into that humiliating pose, she picked up my hot pants from where they'd been rolling around on the seat. Then she used them like a towel, wiping up the insides of my soaked thighs and rubbing her palm back and forth across the whole front of my pussy to clean me off.
"I wipe and wipe and it just keeps coming. This stupid pussy."
"Kyaaaang...♥!"
She let out a heavy sigh and smacked my pussy with her open palm. The fact that a woman around my own age — another girl — had just slapped me there made my face burn crimson, and tears streamed from both eyes.
"Oho? We'll be in trouble if it starts dripping from up there, too."
With that, she personally pulled my hot pants back onto me, then glued herself to my side as if supporting me.
"Let's go. We've got somewhere to be."
"W-where are we going..."
"Tsk. Don't make me. Want another smack on that pussy? Shut up and follow me."
"Y-yes..."
Her demeanor had changed completely from when we'd first met, and I was so cowed I quietly fell into step behind her. She stuck so close I couldn't possibly run, and I was too dazed to think. Midway through, she ordered me to close my eyes, saying it was a secret.
"If you open them, I won't let it slide. I'll show you hell."
"I-I won't open them."
At that vicious threat, I answered obediently and kept walking. I could have opened my eyes along the way, but I was so thoroughly tamed that I didn't even have the will to disobey her.
I don't know how long we walked like that. I felt several doors open, then an elevator ride, then a few more steps.
"You can open your eyes now."
"......?"
The space I was standing in looked like a motel hallway. The elevator was behind me, and doors lined both sides of the corridor.
"Let's see. Room 6."
"A-Airen... Senior."
"Hm?"
"Where is this? It doesn't look like the Association..."
When I asked, Airen gave me a long, lingering look, then wordlessly opened the door marked 6.
"You don't need to know. Follow me in."
That look in her eyes made my pussy throb, so I squeezed my thighs together and followed her inside.
The lights weren't on, so the room was pitch dark. But it was obvious someone was in there. A hulking shadow sitting on the bed lifted its head slightly and beckoned toward me.
I glanced at Airen, unsure what to do. She shot me a look, then her expression shifted to something like oh, crap as she approached the man.
"I-I'm sorry. It was so urgent I couldn't finish her traini—"
Airen's words cut off with a snap. At the level of her hips, the man wiggled his fingers the way you'd hold a wine glass by the stem.
Airen glared at me, her face gone deathly pale. I flinched at the murder in that look — but only for a moment. Because the scene that unfolded before my eyes was staggering.
Airen gathered her white dress up in both hands, rose onto her tiptoes, and mounted the man's hand. As if this were the most natural thing in the world, he raised his fingers and pushed them into her pussy.
"Nngh-uhh...♥!"
A Warrior of Light's body swallowed his fingers without the slightest strain, even at the sudden insertion. Obscene wet sounds filled the room in no time, and from Airen's mouth — her hands clasped behind her head — came a voice like an animal's. Before a full minute had even passed, she cried out her surrender.
"N-nngh...♥, khh...♥, I-I'm going to... come...♥"
Even as Airen reported it, the man stared at me in silence. While I stood there frozen, unable to move either way, she began to beg.
"P-permission...♥ Permission to climax... I beg of you...♥!"
The plea was so wretched I swallowed hard. In Airen, I couldn't find a trace of the queen who'd been tormenting me a mere ten minutes ago. All I could see was a female, fawning on a male, throwing away even her human dignity to beg for permission to come.
"Ah... nnh...♥ Uuhh...♥"
"Come."
"Th-thank yo—nngoooooh...♥!"
Airen climaxed right there on the man's hand, still pouring out her thanks. The way she trembled on awkwardly spread legs, bending at the waist to endure the pleasure, was vulgar beyond words.
A strange, petty satisfaction flickered through me — then I looked at the man, and felt my blood run dry.
His empty left hand was waving me over.
"Hahh. This is brutal."
Seo A-ra peeled a strand of hair off her forehead and let out a breath. She'd always prided herself on being reasonably diligent, but doing two people's work was no joke. She was only holding up this comfortably because of the Goddess's blessing. An ordinary person would've had nothing left in the tank.
Has Ha-eun been doing this every single day?
Filling in for Shin Ha-eun, Seo A-ra suddenly realized that Vargs were especially numerous in the hours from early evening through to dawn. This wasn't patrol work so much as extermination. They were packed into this window as densely as cigarette butts in a filthy back alley.
Why, though? Late night would be better for abductions.
And every last one of them had a face full of excitement, like people waiting for a festival to start.
"Whatever. I'll just kill them all anyway."
Seo A-ra gave her spear a sharp swing and slung it over her shoulder. It was time to clock out.
"Hm?"
But then a strange sensation scraped across her nerves. A narrow alley off the main road that led to the Warriors of Light's private hideout — from there, she felt a dark mana. Hidden, but unmistakably clear.
"...What is that?"
Seo A-ra tightened her grip on the spear she'd been holding loosely and walked slowly into the alley. Any other time she would've sprinted in, afraid a Varg who'd spotted her might try to run — but for some reason, her steps dragged now.
"......?"
Seo A-ra wiped at the dampness blurring her vision. She looked down at the back of her hand — it was soaked with sweat, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower.
"What the...?"
She realized sweat was seeping from the palm wrapped around her spear, too. She was scared? Her? Why?
An unexplainable dread surged up her spine — and in that instant.
"Hm? You're not our little Ha-eun. Who might you be?"
The moment she heard that alluring, unhurried voice — playful, even — goosebumps erupted down Seo A-ra's arms. Her entire body screamed a warning. Run. Right now.
But Seo A-ra stood frozen in place, grinding her teeth. Because the pieces had just clicked together in her head.
"'Our little Ha-eun'?"
"Yes~. Ah, so you do know her, then? I came to see her after so long, and she isn't here. How disappointing. Maybe I had the time wrong."
"......"
Seo A-ra planted the tip of her spear on the ground and let out a sigh. Her face twisted into a scowl, she barked at the woman strolling unhurriedly out of the dark alley ahead.
"So it's you. The cocky little shit who's been tormenting Ha-eun."
"Ehh? You seem to know me... ah! Don't tell me?"
The woman clapped her hands as if something had just occurred to her, then covered her mouth and giggled.
"Our little Ha-eun was screaming a few names, begging to be saved. I wonder if yours was among them?"
Mockery painted itself across the woman's eyes. The expression vanished from Seo A-ra's face. Only her eyes remained, floating there thick with killing intent, locked on the woman.
"Don't even think about dying easy. You Varg bitch."
"Oh my. How exciting."
The woman smiled and cupped both her cheeks.
"Our little Ha-eun was much the same when we started. Every last one of you is so..."
Before the woman could even finish, a blue spear tore through the dark alley.