Ch.125Ill Fate (8)

I’ll endure this. Kain clenched his fist. He just needed to hold out until someone from the Inquisition headquarters arrived. It wouldn’t take long, he reassured himself.

“…I’ll listen.”

“First, could you help me up? My bottom is getting too cold.”

Kain strode over and carefully lifted Elisabet. He kept his arms tense, making sure their bodies didn’t touch. She was distressingly light, making it easy.

But even after laying her back on the bed, Elisabet didn’t let go of Kain’s hand. She caressed the bandaged part with her fingers and mumbled something. Something like green vines briefly wrapped around it.

“Unwrap it.”

When he removed the bandage, the bruise had disappeared and there was no pain.

“…Thank you.”

“That’s payment for helping me up. My goodness… having to negotiate every little thing. But well, whatever. This builds at least minimal trust, right? Enough to engage in a small exchange.”

“Let’s say it does. Now tell me what you want.”

Elisabet’s fingers traced over the back of Kain’s hand. She played with it as if it were a cute toy, kneading and molding it. Like a baby fascinated by its parent’s hand.

“I want you to fulfill my desires.”

Disgust flashed across Kain’s face. Elisabet hastily added:

“I don’t just mean sexual desire… it’s much broader than that. Sleeping. Eating. Wearing clothes. But what I want most is touch. Human contact. Smell… I’ve been trapped in this body for over 20 years. I could only watch. Trapped in my daughter’s body, of all people. Can you imagine how that feels?”

“Why me?”

“Because you owe me.”

The witch interlaced her fingers with Kain’s and yanked him sharply.

“I washed the filth from you. I saved you when you were in mortal danger. Whenever my daughter and all of you summoned me when needed, I came without fail to help… as if I were some demon bound by oath. You call on me whenever you need me, so why shouldn’t I do the same with you?”

She was close enough that her breath reached his chest. He thought it was too much, but her grip was too strong.

“Even just for a moment. Let me feel alive. Just give me a little time and warmth. For 20 years… I haven’t even held someone’s hand… Do you know what that feels like? What it’s like when your body becomes a prison…”

Her other hand wrapped around the back of Kain’s neck. Elisabet drew closer, like a girl embracing a tree.

“Don’t you think it’s too cruel? Is it so difficult to offer a touch to a pitiful woman? Yes, I’m sorry about two days ago and yesterday. I was hungry. I did it because I was starving. So comfort me.”

She pulled their interlocked hands toward her chest. Leading them to the small breasts beneath her thin clothes. Her parched lips whispered:

“Really. Just once. Even for a moment. Even just a brush. Show me mercy. Even if it’s a meaningless gesture, let me pretend to be loved.”

Kain pulled his hand back. Elisabet pressed her body against his.

“I can rewind time. You saw that I can do that. I’ll erase your memory too. You won’t remember anything. Just once, right here is enough. Don’t worry about anyone coming in. I’ll take care of everything. You just need to give permission. Just say you will, that one word.”

She entangled herself like a ground spider dragging prey into its burrow. The patient gown that had reached her knees was now rolled up to her thighs. Her right arm wrapped around Kain’s neck, her left around his waist, and her right leg coiled around his. Gazing up blankly, she whispered with pale face and lips swollen with desire:

“Take me as much as you want.”

“…If feeling loved is enough.”

Kain’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat with a “hmm.”

“If feeling loved is enough, you said?”

“Yes.” She reached out and firmly held Kain’s face. Gentle but preventing escape.

“Just lend me your body briefly. Your heart doesn’t matter. Just the physical act.”

She slowly pulled his face down. He couldn’t look away. Somehow both her legs were now tightly wrapped around his lower body.

“It’s just taking a short break and then going back. Really. Just showing a little mercy to a pitiful woman…”

One hand traced Kain’s collarbone. She ran her open palm down one side of his chest as if brushing it. With leather over cotton clothing, he couldn’t feel her touch at all. Seeming disappointed by this, she kept her palm pressed there, making circular motions.

“You’re not doing anything wrong. I’m the bad one. And look at the situation. Let’s resolve this quickly and move on. How long will you stay trapped in a place like this? We have places to go…”

The seam at his side was somewhat loose. Her slender white fingers slipped through the gap. Persistently working her fingers through the clothing until she finally touched bare skin.

She brought her finger, now carrying his body heat, to her mouth and sucked it with a “pop.” She parted her lips slightly and tapped it with the tip of her tongue.

“You smell… good…”

With a “hauwup” sound, she puckered her cheeks and sucked again. With an “ah,” she opened her mouth and pressed her tongue with her finger to distract him. Her other hand slid between Kain’s chest. With fingers raised, she stroked from his solar plexus to his navel. Not quickly. Not rushing. Like plucking grass roots from the ground.

She tightened her legs. Their bodies drew closer. “Hau, haup, up, hup…” Her chest heaved visibly beneath the thin clothes. Her breasts stiffened, pushing against her top.

Lying on the bed, one hand extended to Kain’s chest, fingers constantly soothing her mouth, and pale legs wrapped around him to prevent escape. Her waist began to arch gradually.

She twisted her waist. As if trying to bring her legs back together, she rubbed her thighs and squeezed them, making an “aowu” sound and blooming with heat each time they brushed. Kain bit his lip.

“That’s enough…”

“Ah… that again? ‘Don’t say such things with Maria’s body?’ Don’t worry. I can rewind time. This body will remain pure, before and after. So will your body and mind. Yes, I can erase your memory too. You’ll return to when you first entered this room. Really. No one gets hurt…”

A faint “huuuu” sound. Her eyes turned red and moist. Her yearning body craved touch. What had been conscious now flowed into pure instinct. Each time her waist moved up and down, her legs parted slightly, then closed again.

“You’re not, bad, I’m, the bad, one, so, you can, curse, me, huhit…”

She shook her head and turned to bite her fist lightly. A thin drop of saliva flowed from her mouth. Her body was desperate, unable to consume what was before her.

With anticipation, thirst, and yearning, the woman’s body burned. She panted as if asking to be filled as much as she flowed. Something electric raced through various parts of her body. She placed her saliva-slick fingers on her own chest.

Her hand grabbed Kain’s belt. With one hand she kneaded her breast, with the other she tugged slightly at his belt.

“…Just going to… keep watching…?”

Finally. Kain’s firmly closed mouth slowly opened. Her hands instinctively tightened with anxious joy. Her breasts became more prominent through her clothes.

“Will you keep your promise?”

“…Of course.”

“You must keep it.”

“I won’t hurt anyone. So please…”

Pleading. Sobbing. Yearning. Whispering. Moistening. The sound of swallowing saliva. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh. The friction of trouser cuffs against bare legs, the thrilling but insufficient pleasure of inner thighs rubbed against rough cotton,

“Please… please…”

Finally she burst into tears.

“Please do it… please… okay?… Give just one drop to quench a pitiful woman who couldn’t even comfort herself… Put out the fire… I feel like I’m dying…”

She squeezed her breast slightly. Her body tensed with chills. The hand that released his belt floated aimlessly before settling on her lower abdomen. As if writhing, it gradually moved down toward her groin.

She undid her restraints. Still lying down, she raised her knees and pressed her legs together. She squeezed her thighs tightly. She brought the fingers that had touched her breast to her mouth and sucked them, while her other hand with thumb extended slid down from her lower abdomen.

With only her gaze. With only her gaze she held Kain. Her flushed cheeks, seemingly embarrassed, were like the final knot on underwear. Not to block. To give a gift. Pulling the wrapping paper would reveal the gift.

Yet Kain only looked down. Even with just that gaze, the woman felt embarrassed, ashamed, and suffered greater hunger and starvation. A slave looking up at their master should rightfully feel so. When he could give what she wanted, a little shame was…

She spread her arms and pulled up her clothes. She pressed her raised knees and thighs tightly together. And slowly, she moved her ankles. She tilted them back slowly from the bottom. But her knees and thighs remained pressed together.

Her tense knees and thighs trembled and rubbed against each other. A sound of longing echoed from deep within her body. Eventually, they were stretched as taut as possible.

“…I’m, not, wearing, any, underwear…”

Her knees, though trembling, had held firm, now parted slightly.

The next moment Kain moved. He placed both hands firmly on her knees. “Heuut!” He seemed to be tickling the hollow of her knees with his thumbs. Her lower body trembled violently as if about to break.

Kain grabbed the woman’s legs and pulled. With her knees hanging over the edge, the woman helplessly looked up at the master who could fulfill her longing and the savior who could satisfy her lust.

“I’ll make you feel alive.”

The man’s body loomed over the woman’s. She had already surrendered to desire alone.

She had waited too long. She had endured too long. For 20 years in a terrifying wasteland without light or sunshine, neither living nor dead. She would accept human touch, warmth, affection with her whole body and soul…

That’s why the woman didn’t resist the hands roughly pulling her body.

That’s why the woman didn’t stop Kain when he pounced like an animal. Just his panting as he grabbed her arms was already too exciting for the woman behind.

And that’s why.

“Hu, huup?”

The woman could only watch as Kain grabbed the bedsheet. She stared with surprised eyes as he roughly tore at the fabric on both sides. With his large, thick hands, he gathered the cloth and tied it tightly so she couldn’t move.

Only then did she understand. Well. She had intended to let him do as he pleased, so this kind of restraint was bearable.

The next moment, Elisabet’s body was lifted. Kain had picked her up, rolled in the bedsheet.

“Wh… where are you, g-going…”

Kain didn’t answer. Elisabet’s eyes widened. Kain was now trying to go out the door.

“W-wait, wait! No matter what, not in such a public place…!”

“I understand what you’re thinking.”

Kain sighed softly.

“But I’m not doing that.”

“…What? This is different from what you said…!”

“Just listen to my proposal first.”

But Kain didn’t say a word. Finally, Kain left even the hospital. Elisabet squinted in the pouring sunlight. People around whispered and stared at Kain and Elisabet, but Kain didn’t stop walking.

Eventually his steps halted. Elisabet squinted. A man with a dumbfounded face was staring blankly at Kain.

“…Uh, what’s going on, mercenary?”

“Let me borrow a carrier,” Kain requested. “One without a water tank.”