Chapter 105

Chapter 105

105: Black Street – H

-Swish.

As I removed the cloak I was wearing, my naked body was revealed. Muren was staring at me silently, but I was already used to undressing in front of others. His indifferent yet lingering gaze slowly scanned me from head to toe. As I savored the gaze, my lower abdomen, which had been burning hot, trembled slightly. My vulva was already wet enough, ready to accept a man at any moment. I wondered just how lewd my body, trained with Yin Demon Arts, would become; it was already prepared without even being touched.

-Swish.

Compared to other men, his touch was gentle, but still rough as he grabbed my pale shoulder. I stared at his hand for a moment, then smiled and said to Muren, “So, it ends up like this after all.” “…I suppose so.” It was true that I had made the first move, but Muren didn’t bother to defend himself. In fact, he was also at fault. If we were to follow the order of events, he was the one who came to my room with whiskey first. If you come with whiskey at such a late hour, there’s no escaping it. “You made a good choice. Tomorrow, I’ll be torn apart by trolls, so it’s good to enjoy it once before that happens. Even though I look like this, I’ve heard that I’m quite firm, you know?” It was a little funny that I didn’t even know what that ‘firmness’ felt like. As I muttered half in jest and half in earnest, Muren looked bewildered. He stared at me for a moment, then suddenly declared, “I won’t kiss you.” “Do as you please. I don’t mind.” There were some among the courtesans of Lakers who were like that. Women who sold their bodies but not their lips. It was their own way of saying that they would sell their bodies to men but not give them their hearts, but I didn’t really care. I was used to it anyway, and it wasn’t like I would lose my heart just by kissing. Well, and if he didn’t, that was fine too in its own way. It meant that he saw me not as a woman, but only as a means of satisfying his lust. The thought of that made me feel a little thrilled. Sex where we just enjoyed each other without any emotional exchange felt relatively comfortable, so it wasn’t bad. I lay on the bed and spread my legs wide so that Muren could easily penetrate me. Spreading my white, slender legs wide was something I had done countless times, but a sense of shame still remained in a corner of my heart. That was what made it even more enjoyable, but if I had to say, I preferred doing it from behind. I didn’t have to see his face, and it was a little more thrilling.

-Swish.

Muren’s penis wasn’t that big. It was about average size for a human. In fact, that was enough to feel it. A huge one like Charka’s was something you could enjoy because you were used to it, but for a casual encounter, someone like Muren was better. Considering that, Emily seemed to be quite a special case.

-Squish.

“Heh…” As the glans, exposed above the foreskin, gently rubbed against my lower body, I trembled slightly. It was penetration without any foreplay, but I was already used to sex without such consideration.

-Squeak.

His penis forced its way into my vulva, wet with fluids, and the wet sound echoed softly in my ears. The moderately sized penis rummaged through my body, stimulating and digging in. At that familiar yet strange foreign sensation, I naturally let out a moan. “Ah…” As I made a plaintive, endearing, coquettish voice, Muren’s penis became even harder. I had expected that to happen, so I tensed my lower abdomen and squeezed his penis inside me intensely. “Ugh…” Looking at his face as he let out a low groan, I opened my mouth as if whining. “How is it? What are your impressions of direct insertion?”

-Smack.

However, what came back was not an answer but a rough touch. Muren grabbed both of my wrists with one hand, crossed them, and pinned them to the bed above my head, pressing down on them. “Ah…?” I let out a soft exclamation because I didn’t expect him to be so forceful. …To be honest, I could easily break free if I wanted to, but there was no reason to do so. I looked up at Muren, full of anticipation for what he would do next, and he looked down at me and slowly opened his mouth. “I hate you.” I was momentarily taken aback by the sudden confession, but soon a smile formed on my lips. “Is this how you treat someone you hate?” “…Do you know what happens to the women who go on stage?” Oh dear, he’s not listening to my story. I was trying to enjoy it casually, but it seemed that would be impossible. I didn’t really like these serious conversations. I sighed inwardly, but decided to play along for now. “Well, they probably don’t end up in good shape.” If they were in their right minds, that would certainly be the case. Why else would they be drugged? “That’s right.” As I answered, he nodded and arched his back once.

-Squish!

“Ugh!?” “One-third die before long, one-third become disabled, and only the remaining one-third survive. Women rarely die on stage, but what you see is not everything.” “But, why are you asking such a question…Ugh!?” “Isn’t it strange? That even though it’s such a harsh thing, you’re fine.” Muren’s question was a little off. Unlike what he said, there was no reason for me to find it strange at all. Puzzled, I looked up at him, and his eyes were slightly unfocused. …Could this guy be drunk? “That could, be true….Ugh!?” “Yes. That could be true. You’re different from other women. You won’t die, and you won’t become disabled. On the contrary, you won’t even get a small scratch. I can’t understand you.” Even as he spoke, he continued to move his hips as if filled with emotion. His hard, erect penis rummaged through the flesh inside, stimulating my weak points, and the intense stimulation surged to the top of my head, making it difficult to even think, let alone answer.

-Squeak, Squish!

“Ah, ugh, ha, ugh!?” “It’s natural in this underworld for the strong to suck the blood of the weak to survive. It’s the law here that the weak slowly wither and die. But no matter how much you’re trampled on and violated, you won’t even get a scratch. I don’t even think you’ll get hurt.” As he finished speaking, his movements gradually became more violent. “So sometimes your attitude feels out of place. Because that’s definitely not the attitude that someone who’s been trampled underfoot can show.” “Ugh, ha!?” I didn’t think he was like this, but he’s got good stamina. To be able to move so violently while talking like that. Muren pressed down on me as if raping me, shaking his hips. There was no consideration for me in his attitude. However, as the movements continued, Muren’s breathing became rough. “On the surface, you’re just a lowly whore, but how can you be so strong?” Was that what he was curious about after all? But that was a question I couldn’t answer. Even if I told him that I was reincarnated and that I had learned martial arts, it would be difficult for him to understand, and I had no intention of telling him. When I closed my mouth, Muren didn’t ask any more questions either.

-Squish, Squeak! Squish!

After that, there was no conversation. Only the sounds of violent breathing and flesh colliding echoed. // Even in the underground plaza where the sun doesn’t shine, time flows. Rather, because the sun doesn’t rise, the Black Street was even more strict about time. “….” I sat on a chair in the waiting room, staring blankly at the mirror. With a mask on my face and my hair dyed black, I felt a sense of incongruity, as if this wasn’t really my appearance. Seeing this, I wondered if hair color was really that important. I sat there blankly for a while. “Is everything ready?” Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in my ear. The moment I heard it, I reached out and picked up the scroll lying on the table. A scroll containing magic that strengthens the body and increases its elasticity. Without this, the stage would probably be a mess. No matter how much it’s me, it’s a bit much to be penetrated by a 20-inch monster. In the first place, it wouldn’t even go in all the way without the power of magic. “Yes, it’s done.” There was nothing to prepare. Unlike the previous shows where I paid a lot of attention to the costumes, this time there were no costumes at all. If there was anything, it would be the restraints that would bind my body later.

-Clank.

As the door to the waiting room opened, Muren appeared beyond the door. We exchanged glances for a moment, but didn’t mention the events of last night. He seemed to have been quite emotional in his own way, but in my opinion, people can do that when they drink. “…Shall we go?” “Yes.” As I nodded, Muren came over and placed something he was holding in my hands. As I put my arms behind my back, the handcuffs, which had become almost cliché, bound my wrists. He said that later he would tie my legs while I was on the chair, and if he did that, wouldn’t I become a complete onahole? Considering the size of the troll, it wasn’t just a metaphor, there was a high possibility that it would happen. After handcuffing me, Muren tore the scroll and cast the magic. The alien magic that I had felt before enveloped my body. “Let’s tie up the rest when we get there.” He said that and pointed to the passage leading to the stage. From here on, I had to go alone. There was nothing new about it, so I nodded and slowly moved my steps towards it. ———= Author’s Afterword ———= I’m sorry that the amount has decreased. As I was writing, it ended in an ambiguous place….