12. Legion
12. Legion
Bari had fixed the immobile Eun-jeong to the wall like a coat hanger.
Before getting into the full dissection, she wanted to instill even more certain despair.
"First, there's something I need to tell you."
Seuk
She picked up a dagger scattered haphazardly nearby and held it to her face.
To human eyes, a blade so sharp it'd slice skin just brushing against it.
But to a Noblesse like Eun-jeong, it was just a lump of iron that couldn't inflict a single wound.
Bari wanted to shatter that idiotic conviction.
What can I say, if creatures like humans feel alive by eating food to gain energy, then Bari feels her own existence by wrecking arrogant lifeforms, you could put it that way.
She'd felt it with Seong-hyeon and Jihye too, but Noblesse had such fierce pride in their race that smashing it was downright delicious.
The stronger the lifeform getting trampled, the more Bari's thrill and pleasure amplified.
In that regard, Noblesse were prime prey.
"W-what is it?"
Eun-jeong freaked out.
A blade was nothing, but she couldn't imagine this freakish doll bossing around Noblesse willy-nilly would shove it in her face for no reason.
Sure enough, just like her gut feeling, the dagger Bari held wasn't ordinary.
It was Novril, a special metal made specifically for Noblesse.
A torture blade forged from it.
"I'm gonna teach a cheeky bitch like you about reality."
From behind, Jihye—who'd been staring blankly—picked up a basket and sidled over.
Like she was ready to catch something.
Deureuk.
A dingy black thing that looked totally classless, like trash beggars in back alleys would use.
She shoved that basket right under Eun-jeong's dangling feet.
What the hell are you doing?
Just as she shot a what-the-fuck look at the basket and Jihye, Bari thrust the dagger forward.
Puk.
A sound that should never, ever happen.
Mere metal defiling the supreme race of Noblesse—an impossibility.
But reality.
"...?"
The blade Bari jabbed lightly sank way too easily into Eun-jeong's solar plexus, dribbling bright red blood in thick drops.
"You know this? Everything in the universe is made of atoms, and 99% of those atoms are empty space. Meaning, it's not wrong to call all universal stuff empty space."
Grinning wickedly, she slowly lowered her arm.
The knife buried in her followed suit, sliding down.
The problem? Eun-jeong's gut splitting wide open in the process.
Eun-jeong, who hadn't clocked the situation, finally registered the pain.
"Aaaaaaah!!!! S-stop!! Stoooop!!!"
Her dangling body wobbled side to side, but with her brain commands totally hijacked, she couldn't manage any real movement.
All she could do was hang there and take whatever torture Bari dished out.
When's the last time a Noblesse got nicked by a knife?
Unless they came from a battle-obsessed Martial Family, they wouldn't even get a bruise, let alone a cut.
Eun-jeong was the same.
Never felt real pain since birth, and now she was getting her first taste.
Her mentality was already on the brink of shattering.
"Weird, huh? Just empty space slicing empty space, and boom—massive agony and blood gushing everywhere."
"Aaak!! Aaaaak!!"
Pyut pyut
Blood cascading like a waterfall.
The volume pouring out like wrung laundry quickly turned the basket and floor blood-red.
A gash sliced clean from navel on down.
Bari finally yanked the knife free.
"Hah... hah..."
Eun-jeong's eyes had lost all focus, her whole body slick with sweat.
"Ah, but you're so damn loud. Didn't I just tell you? You're noisy."
Jihye beside her ripped off a strip of duct tape and slapped it over Eun-jeong's mouth.
"Mmph!!"
Tears bursting out as she thrashed.
But right now, she was just a pathetic weakling who couldn't beat a single piece of tape.
"Freaking out like this over one belly slice? Geez. Thought Noblesse would be fun, but what a letdown. At least try to entertain me."
Eun-jeong stared at Bari with quivering eyes.
Please stop, it was all my fault—her head was already swimming with pleas like that.
Bari could read her intentions crystal clear.
But screw that.
Types like Eun-jeong, flipping loyalties based on self-interest and pain, needed hardcore re-education.
"I'll keep educating you."
This time, she hoisted one leg.
The long, limp limb dangling powerless.
Already soaked red from belly blood overflow, but still throbbing with her pulse—it was erotic enough.
"I said everything's empty space, right? This knife too, actually. Your leg as well. But when they collide, no pass-through—instead, 'destruction' happens, blood exploding out."
Buuk.
Shoved into the hamstring at the back of her thigh, dragged heel-ward.
Eun-jeong's body quaked, flopping like a dying fish.
"Blame electromagnetic force for that. Depending on how it plays out, stuff passes through, collides, clumps together, whatever."
Sliced the other leg from hamstring to toe.
"Details would take forever, but for a bug like you, even this is brain-melting. Anyway, all matter's empty space, but electromagnetic force separates, smashes it. So here's the point,"
Both legs trashed, now both arms.
Quick peek at her face—she was already broken.
Blood bubbling past the tape on her mouth.
"You Noblesse? Just universal stuff too—atoms 99% empty space, strength set by that electromagnetic force."
Gripped her trembling hand tight, stabbed into the armpit.
"!!!"
Now Eun-jeong's brain screamed just stop, or kill me already.
Hadn't even really started.
Bari ignored it, slicing long from armpit to wrist.
"Meaning? Make something that fucks with that electromagnetic force, and Noblesse or not, you paint the walls easy. Getting your shitty reality yet?"
Chuuuk.
Reality my ass.
Eun-jeong wasn't processing words, let alone understanding—hadn't heard a damn thing Bari said.
Her whole mind locked on the soul-shredding pain she'd never known.
Jjiik!
Bari ripped the tape off Eun-jeong's mouth.
"Keok!"
Eun-jeong puked blood.
Just a handful of slashes, and her body's a mangled wreck, mind gooey mush.
"How's it feel, learning reality? Adam got shame from the fruit of knowledge—curious what Eun-jeong-ssi thinks."
"Stop... please stop..."
"No duh that's off the table. Spill your feelings."
As she spoke, Bari slipped these small holed box-things onto each of Eun-jeong's ten fingertips.
Blades lurked inside, so fingers got nicked just fitting them—but that was jack shit compared to what came next.
"C'mon~ Quick now. Don't talk fast, and these spin."
"Wha... what..."
"Pencil sharpener. Old human gadget, right? Best for shaving sticks nice and square."
"Please... stop..."
Still a crap answer.
"Jeez. Won't snap out of it. Can't even answer straight."
Bari cranked the one on her right index finger hard.
+++
While Bari toyed with Eun-jeong, Sihwan and Yeonseo were busy setting the mood on the bed.
They'd already bathed together.
Nearly lost it and fucked right there, but he barely held back 'cause she wanted her first time on the bed at least.
"Spread 'em."
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Freshly clean on the bed, Yeonseo demanded it of him.
A chick telling a dude to spread his legs?
She planning something freaky? Like the back door?
Pretty sure she muttered something like that earlier.
"Sigh. Think I'm that kinda perv like you?"
"Huh?"
Yeonseo sighed, pried his legs apart by force, and slid in.
Outside Jabakkkom, no beating a Noblesse like her.
She hunkered between his thighs, face closing in on the massively swollen cock.
Tok.
Long finger brushed it lightly—throbbing energy surged.
"Damn, it is huge. For a human."
"Not big for humans—just big period."
"Bigger than an ogre's?"
"..."
Gungdi flashed in his mind.
Female, and still a 3-meter behemoth.
Male ogre down there? Probably monstrous.
Sihwan clammed up, and Yeonseo grabbed the dick outright.
"What're you—"
"Gonna suck it."
"Oh?"
"Only 'cause it's you."
She swept one lock of hair behind her ear, mouth gaping wide—