Let's Keep It Quiet (3)
The stench of blood hung thick over the battlefield. It wasn't the blood of beasts, but of men. I walked slowly across the field soaked in human gore.
-Squish. Squish.
Something wet and sticky clung to the soles of my boots. Whether it was blood or chunks of intestine, there was no need to check.
“Fuck, we just defended our table and now we have to clean this shit up again.”
A few of my men were already dragging corpses together. One tried to lift a guy impaled on a spear and immediately vomited on the spot. Another was putting a struggling bastard—missing an arm—out of his misery.
-Thud!
-Crunch!
“This side’s done!”
“All the ones who surrendered have dropped their weapons!”
I turned my head. About thirty men were face-down on the ground. There wasn’t a trace of spirit left in their eyes. They kept their mouths shut, bodies trembling violently.
“...You think these fuckers are any use?”
When I asked the guy watching the prisoners, the answer came immediately.
“Boss, you really think these bastards are worth keeping? They’ll just add more mouths to feed.”
“Then feed the useful ones and turn the rest into dog food.”
“...You mean kill them?”
“Aish, you dumb fuck. Speak a little more elegantly. Keep the useful ones alive. Crush the rest.”
Leaving those words behind, I turned away. A short scream rang out from behind me.
-Gack!
Then everything fell silent again. There was no such thing as a trial for bandits. That was just how things worked in this line of work.
I slowly wiped the blood from my sword. The wounded lay groaning all around me, and somewhere the smell of burning fires drifted through the air.
“Light some fires. We should save whoever we can.”
“Yes, Boss!”
A few bandits began gathering scraps of torn tents and loot. There were still men alive down the hill. One of them, crawling across the ground with his back torn open, reached a hand toward me.
“B-Boss… I… I surrender…”
Without a word, I kicked him in the head.
-Thud!
“If you surrendered, you should’ve waited quietly, you noisy piece of shit.”
The man collapsed without a sound. I sheathed my now-clean blade.
“Now I’m gonna be busy as fuck cleaning up all this trash.”
“Boss.”
A familiar voice called out. I slowly turned my head. Yu Byeok, covered in blood all the way up to his neck, was breathing heavily with his shoulders heaving. In his right hand was a heavy-looking head. The eyes were glassy, and blood-matted hair clung to the face.
“I’ve brought it. This is the head of that bastard from earlier.”
I stepped closer and looked down at the head. The tongue was sticking out, and the mouth was twisted, unable to close completely.
-Tap.
I nudged the jaw with my scabbard.
“Well done.”
Yu Byeok silently lowered his head.
“He held out until the very end, using his shield to block. But in the end, it wasn’t that difficult.”
“If you’re going to fight, you should’ve brought an axe instead of a shield. Bastard couldn’t even live up to his size.”
I slowly rolled the head with my foot.
“Still, we properly crushed them this time. We’ll gain both troops and territory. Right?”
At those words, Yu Byeok lifted his head.
“That’s correct. We can easily extend our reach into the territories these men held.”
“Yeah, fuck. Our mouths are only going to multiply from now on, so we’ll have to work our asses off to expand our turf even more.”
I tapped my scabbard a few times.
“If bandits don’t have food to put in their mouths, where do you think they’ll point their blades next? Right now it feels like one big fucking festival, but you always have to watch your back.”
Yu Byeok quietly nodded.
“However, if we continue expanding our territory like this, the government won’t be able to ignore us any longer.”
“We’ll think about that when the time comes. Right now, what the hell can those country bastards do whether we eat or fuck? They can’t even properly suppress the Yellow Turbans.”
I grinned.
“Good. Now that we’ve put meat on the table, shall we go collect the rest of the side dishes?”
I walked across the battlefield. As evening fell, fires were being lit here and there, but corpses still lay scattered everywhere. The only sound accompanying this sea of blood was the wet squelching beneath my feet.
-Squish. Squish.
“Boss! We’ve gathered all the useful stuff!”
“We’re still cleaning up the bodies over here!”
My men were running around busily. One was carrying a guy whose guts had spilled out on a shield, while another was quietly ending the screams of a still-shrieking man with the tip of his blade.
I spat out the saliva in my mouth and muttered.
“Ha, there’s a shit-ton to clean up.”
It was then.
“Ah, Boss!”
One of the men who came running from behind spoke up.
“That… that woman you mentioned. The one you had us capture earlier…”
“Why? Did she escape or something?”
“No way! Absolutely not! She’s properly tied to the pillar next to the southern tent. We even posted a guard. She’s still running her mouth, spitting curses nonstop, though…”
I tapped my scabbard lightly and asked.
“Fuck. No one touched her, right?”
“What?! Of course not! We didn’t lay a single finger on her!”
I gave the guy a light pat on the shoulder and turned away.
“Good. Then let’s go check if our side dish is still fresh.”
At the southern end, a tattered, swaying tent. Inside was the final side dish for today’s table, bound tightly.
I quietly lifted the flap and stepped inside. There she was.
A female bandit tied up and crouched against a pillar, arms bound behind her back, legs forced into a kneeling position. Her hair was disheveled, and a torn piece of cloth had been shoved into her mouth, but her eyes still burned with life.
“Oh, nicely prepared and ready to eat.”
As I approached, she reacted and lifted her head. The cloth that had gagged her was already torn to shreds, allowing her to move her mouth freely.
“So the bastard finally shows up? You fight pretty well up front with no balls, but can’t do shit from behind?”
I let out a small chuckle.
“Balls aren’t for using from behind. They’re for shoving in from the front. And before I eat you, I brought a nice little gift.”
I untied the sack hanging from my waist and pulled out a single ‘head’ crusted with dried blood.
-Thump.
What fell in front of her was probably the head of the boss who had been using her as his personal fuckhole just days ago. His eyes were unfocused, mouth hanging wide open.
I smiled and nudged the head with the tip of my boot.
“This guy. He’s the one who used to fuck your body, right?”
“...”
“Why so quiet? You were so loyal to that cock, but now that you see the head you’ve lost your voice?”
She immediately ground her teeth and spat out.
“...I’ve got no lingering feelings for a bastard who couldn’t even live up to his dick. But you? Fuck, you look even more pathetic. You think you can pin me down with that cock of yours? Keep dreaming. You’ll just be jerking off furiously by yourself.”
I burst out laughing.
“Puhaha! Still can’t forget your ex? Damn, his cock must’ve been pretty big, huh? Well, now it’s just a head.”
I knelt down to meet her eye level.
“From now on, my cock is going to devour that hole of yours, you little cumdump.”
“You can’t pin me down with that cock. That guy was at least decently heavy, but just looking at you, I can tell you talk a big game but your dick’s gonna be trash.”
I lifted her chin with my finger and grinned.
“Sure. Believe whatever you want. Instead, you’ll learn with your body exactly how the cock you cursed sends you off.”
She whipped her head away, but her bound body couldn’t offer any real resistance.
I stood up and said quietly.
“Bring a lantern. We’re going to take our time with this one.”
One of my subordinates who had entered at my words quickly lowered his head under my cold gaze.
“Yes, Boss. I’ll bring it right away.”
As I quietly left the tent, I added one more thing.
“I’m going to play with you properly tonight, so look forward to it.”
The inside of the tent was quiet. The single lantern my subordinate had left hanging from the pillar cast a red glow throughout the space.
I slowly walked forward.
-Step.
Each footfall carried a thick, viscous intent. Even that sound was being swallowed by the silence.
The female bandit remained tied beside the pillar. Filthy curses mixed with spit still flew from her mouth, and her face was flushed red with blood, sweat, and heat.
“What the fuck are you doing just standing there? If you’re going to fuck me, then hurry up and fuck me or drop dead already.”
I chuckled softly as I loosened my scabbard.
“You really know what a cock is for, don’t you? But what can you do? Tonight you’re going to taste something a little different.”
I opened the sack that had been sitting in the corner of the tent. Inside were a small water bottle, some oil, and several thin ropes.
I took them out one by one and laid them on the floor. She looked at them and let out a snort.
“...You really came prepared, you fuck. Since one cock isn’t enough, you’re gonna try using random junk instead?”
“There are good girls who can be satisfied with just one cock, and there are girls who need extra punishment with tools. And you, at first glance, are clearly the second type. Breaking in bitches like you from the start is always more fun.”
I stretched the rope and wrapped it twice around my hand. She watched my every movement—the texture, the tension, the way it coiled around my hand—without ever looking away.
“I was really curious how a woman like you survived in a bandit group and ended up as a cumdump. Now I get it. Fuck, with a face and body like that… you were made to dance on top of cocks.”
She sneered and spat. The spit landed with a wet smack near my knee.
“That guy at least had some strength. What about you? Looks like it’ll take you forever just to get your dick ready.”
I slightly raised the corner of my mouth and pushed the rope I’d wrapped around my hand toward her.
“I’m not the type to just shove it in the moment my cock’s ready. I prefer to… take my time and play with my toys properly.”
“Oh really? What a weak little body you have. My pussy’s so fucking hot that after you play around with it, the moment you stick your dick in it’ll probably melt right off.”
I gently rubbed the rope against the nape of her neck. The cold rope brushed against skin slick with blood and sweat. Her body trembled ever so slightly… almost imperceptibly.
Watching that, I murmured.
“Alright. Lantern’s lit, toys are ready… Now spread those legs for me, you little cumdump.”