Chapter 156: Taffy (6)

Her tongue pushed into my mouth. Her saliva moistened my slightly dry lips, and water flowed from mouth to mouth. I drank the water frantically, and habitually tried to grab her breasts. But my bound hands defied my instincts, only flopping limply like ends in the wind.

“Evan…”

No. 13 smiled and lowered her body a little more. She unbuttoned my shirt and began licking my chest. Every time her protruding tongue stimulated my nipples like she was licking candy, I tried not to make strange noises.

She never hurried. Since the first day she was intoxicated with the joy of meeting me, she was slowly regaining her composure. Her body, moving haphazardly without a textbook, was now executing meticulous movements according to a textbook.

Every day, she held me and rubbed my cock. With her mouth, she licked my nipples or sucked my lips, giving me lewd glances. Sometimes she would lift the hem of her thin dress, sneakily showing her panties, or let her shoulder straps slip, teasingly showing her breasts as if she might reveal them.

All her actions were clumsy, but day by day, she grew little by little, stimulating my demonic instincts.

I wanted to pounce on her.

I wanted to forcefully part her, who had defiled our friendship and memories, with my cock. Knowing the agony of slave life, I wanted to punish her for trying to turn me into a sex slave. But my desire only echoed in my head.

Every day, as if knowing my desires, she would stroke my cock with her hand, bite the glans with her mouth, and suck the semen I ejaculated.

I ejaculated thick, white semen.

No. 13 stuck out her tongue, flaunting the semen filling her mouth, then showed herself swallowing it with a gulp. And still sitting facing my still-aroused cock, she moved her hand.

As she moved her hand, the restraints adjusted my body’s angle. Like a prisoner in a torture chamber, my body fell backward, and I lay on the floor with my arms and legs bound. Only my stiffly erect cock stood tall like a city’s symbol, radiating my desire.

Then she would sit there, wiggling her toes, chuckling, and the secret space between her thighs would reveal itself to me, surrounded by white fabric. Like beasts hiding in a den wary of a predator, the glimpses of her underwear peeking from under her skirt were maddening.

“Evan. You want it, don’t you?”

Her question struck my core. It was a single sentence that accurately diagnosed my desire and betrayal, but I shook my head and said.

“No. 13. Untie me now. Huh? What is this? I’m someone who wants to have sex with you even if you don’t do this. I can love you.”

“Only me?”

At those words, I momentarily shut my mouth. No. 13 was my childhood friend. I couldn’t lie and say I loved only her. It should have been a simple thing, but that one sentence wouldn’t come out. No. 13 shook her head and continued.

“Evan. You must love ‘only me’. Other humans in the world. You can’t trust them. They’re all bad. Evan knows this too. Evan. You’ve suffered a lot.”

As she waved her hand, a newspaper article flew through the air. A photo of me and Isabel caught my eye. The part with Isabel was torn off, and only I was smiling with my arms wrapped around empty air. Looking at the photo, I was overcome with a strange feeling. Although I hadn’t actually broken up with Isabel, a gloomy feeling welled up.

No. 13 said.

“Evan. This woman, too, will betray Evan someday. Other women too. They all betray Evan. And, they’re too weak.”

“Calm down. Okay? You don’t have to go this far. I missed you too. I’ve missed you constantly.”

I barely managed to suppress my anger and tried to soothe her. For several days now, I had been hanging here, subjected to sexual torture. She seemed determined not to stop until I truly became her slave. Even though I spoke of love, she said this.

“Evan. I love you too. But, but that alone has its limits. In the past, too, we loved each other. But, bad people interfered with us. I was dragged away, and I became like this. While Evan was happy. I waited only for Evan.”

No. 13 said, trembling. The expression that had dominated me wavered. The corners of her mouth drooped, and her eyes looked like they could shed tears at any moment. No. 13’s hand caressed my cheek as she said.

“If you let me go now, Evan will run away. Then I’ll be alone. Evan. I’ll raise you. I’ll protect you. Now I can protect you.”

Her fingertips touched my cheek. She looked at me, straddling my body, her face cast in shadow. A single tear dropped, and I couldn’t get angry at her.

In her face, I saw the childhood No. 13. She had bat wings, tried to dominate me with lust, and despite her cruel and immense power, she was still No. 13. The good child who used to read fairy tales with me and chatter about pointless things, clinging to me.

Despite her terrible mood swings, she was still thinking of me. She hadn’t escaped the sweet dream she had in the facility. She wasn’t hating me or trying to play with me. Just like I dreamed of revenge, she was only dreaming of living happily with me.

“Evan. Live with me. Like a fairy tale. I will protect Evan.”

I felt like I could hear the story now, one I had never heard while imprisoned. I brought up the question that had lingered in my mind countless times.

“What… what happened to you when you were taken? What happened there to make you like this?”

No. 13’s lips parted. She said this.

“Experiments. I was experimented on. There were many bad people. They experimented on me and others, claiming to obtain demonic power.”

Demonic power. A familiar story to me. But the method of obtaining it was different. Forcibly implanting demonic power sounded like something out of a ghost story. Her fair thighs brushed against my cock. No. 13 pulled back, shifting her hips. She sat like a doll in front of a chair and said to me.

“Evan. I am strong now. I can do anything. The people who made us slaves. I will kill them all. Anyone Evan dislikes. Kill them all for me.”

Her voice was slightly more excited than usual. She looked me straight in the eye and said.

“Evan.”

She placed her hand on my chest, feeling the beat of my heart. Not satisfied with just the vibration echoing in her fingertips, she pressed her ear to my left chest and exhaled hotly.

“Let’s get revenge.”

My arousal cooled as I touched her cold skin. Her tone, her voice, her principles of action. Everything reminded me of myself when I first met Lilith.

“Kill them all. The one who took Evan. The one who took my life. Bad people. Anyone who might interfere with us. Clerics. Kill them all. And let only we live.”

I tried to caress her cheek. My hands wouldn’t come free, so I forcibly turned my head and buried my face in her hair.

“…There are innocent people, No. 13. I don’t think the world is full of only good people. Still…”

It wasn’t that there were only good people. But unlike what I thought during my slave days, it wasn’t that there were only bad people. My targets for revenge were clear, but I didn’t want to destroy everything.

No. 13 didn’t seem inclined to listen further. Just as I was about to persuade her, cold fingers clamped over my lips.

“Evan. You shouldn’t do that. Such thoughts. Are not good. There are many bad people. Evan. You are being deceived.”

The sun was rising. No. 13 brought a wet cloth and began wiping my body. From my recently ejaculated cock to my arms and legs tied with cloth, she meticulously cleaned every nook and cranny, blinking.

I knew now it was time to part ways with her. She adhered to a strict routine: sleeping when the sun rose and waking when it set. She threw the towel she used to wipe my body into a basin in the corner of the room, then turned around.

The lid of the coffin opened, revealing plush cushions and blankets. No. 13 glared at the window, through which faint light seeped. The window, made of special material that barely let light through, made the sun look like a round ball.

“Evan.”

No. 13 said, smiling as she entered the coffin.

“See you tonight.”

Her smile was pitiful. I desperately wanted to turn her around somehow, but I resented my own helplessness, tied up as I was. She was too strong. I couldn’t even break free from these cloths. Even if I escaped, I didn’t know what the rampaging her might do to Isabel and my family. Was there no way to resolve this relationship? Should I just give up everything and become a slave?

The dawn light bathed the ground with warm energy. Soon, the servant who brought me food would arrive. He would mechanically shove food into my mouth, waiting until I finished eating.

“Aemi.”

I let out a hollow laugh out of sheer absurdity. No matter how much I racked my brain, no escape method came to mind. Had Sophia died? Isabel must be missing me, her long-absent lover. If I died, the brainwashing I cast on Lumia would be undone, but then what would happen?

I had no choice but to give up. Bowing my head, I let out a deep sigh. Having been tormented all night, I thought I should at least get some sleep.

Knock

Knock

Knock

And then, a demon tapped on the window and said to me.

“Hello?”

She had purple skin, and her eyes shone like rubies. Her large breasts were brazenly exposed in a single, vulgar piece of lingerie, and her flowing hair shimmered yellow, reflecting the sunlight.

I almost screamed.

“It’s really been a long time.”