Chapter 160: Taffy (10)

“What did you say?”

The man resembling a frog contorted his face. Wings sprouted from his back, and blade-like things emerged from his hands and feet. As if he could easily defeat one person like me wearing flimsy armor, he shouted with an arrogant expression.

“You crazy bastard! Right now, I’ll…!”

“Enough.”

And No. 13 said in a firm tone. She was still flushed with pleasure, drooling slightly, but her voice held authority. The man turned to No. 13 with a bewildered face and said.

“But, Young Lady. Isn’t he someone who did a terrible thing? We should cut off his limbs and chase him away right now! I’ll slice him up immediately!”

“Let him come. Evan. My friend. My love.”

“No! Young Lady! Someone like that will surely just play with you and discard you…!”

As No. 13 waved her hand, the man’s body shot out like a bullet. Rolling and bouncing around the large room, the man, trembling like a frog, tried to get up but rolled his eyes back and collapsed. Sophia poked the man’s cheek, realizing he was alive.

While Sophia went to get cloth for tying him up, No. 13 walked over to me. She took off my helmet and carefully unfastened the awkwardly standing armor.

With each buckle pressed, the haphazardly assembled armor clattered down, and soon I was naked. No. 13, wiping away tears, hugged my naked body. My scent lingered strongly on her thin dress. It was the result of hours of fucking my cunt while I slept.

No. 13 said.

“Evan……. Really, truly. Were you thinking of me the whole time?”

“Of course.”

I stroked her back. No. 13’s hips swayed with the movement of my hand. Semen trickled down between her legs, and her face was filled with happiness.

“Evan……. Really, truly. You won’t abandon me? You won’t leave?”

Her anxiety remained, but it wasn’t the obsessive level it used to be. I kissed No. 13 on the forehead and nodded.

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Will you read me books? Will you hold me and sleep?”

I nodded.

Every time I affirmed, No. 13 started crying again, stamping her feet. Between her legs, white drops and clear droplets fell alternately. I pressed my hard, erect cock against her slit, and her beautiful line-shaped mound parted slightly to the sides under the weight of my glans.

“Evan……!”

No. 13 pressed even closer against my body. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, gripping her buttocks with both hands. Every time I stroked her buttocks and teased her cunt with my fingers, hot breaths escaped her mouth. A faint smell of blood mixed with a sweet fragrance.

A scent that aroused me. Pushing my tongue in, I pressed her body against the wall. The difference in strength between us was clear, but No. 13 followed my movements. She revealed her fangs and said.

“Evan……! I, I……! Want to become Evan’s servant……! I want to live with Evan…! I want to meet Evan’s family too…!”

“I’ll make it happen right away……!”

No. 13 lifted her skirt. Her slit, which I had penetrated many times, felt even more alluring at this moment. Standing upright, she faced me, her red eyes full of anticipation.

Facing No. 13, I pushed my cock between her thighs. No. 13, standing on her tiptoes facing me, felt the sensation of my cock piercing her womb and trembled. She straightened her back, lifted her head, and exhaled.

The hand holding her skirt trembled, but it seemed determined not to let go, its hem stained an unusual white.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Ha…! Aang…! Ahh……!”

No. 13 moaned. Her shoulders shook, and she kept leaning forward or against me as if about to fall. When forced to lift her head to face each other, her gaze became unfocused, and her face turned beet red.

“Evan……! Ahh…! Ah…! Evan…!”

No. 13 said, clinging to me. I grabbed her legs and lifted her body high. No. 13 clung to me like a cicada, wrapping her legs around my body. Her hands held onto my shoulders, and she kept kissing my neck.

I turned her head and kissed her. We mingled tongues, navigating around sharp teeth, sharing saliva and rubbing our mucous membranes.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Ahhh…!”

Once again, No. 13 reached her climax. Her hands and legs squeezed my body tightly, forcing me to take a deep breath. No. 13 kept calling my name.

“Evan……! Evaaan……! I, I……!”

I held her body even tighter. Although I couldn’t hold her as tightly as she held me, I embraced her with all the strength I could muster. Our figures were faintly reflected in the window as the sunset light faded.

As I thrust into No. 13’s womb, I whispered words of love, and she climaxed with every word I spoke. Her vaginal walls tightened around my cock again and again, wanting me to ejaculate, and I came so powerfully it made me dizzy.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

No. 13 screamed as she climaxed. Tears and semen sparkled, catching the light like stars in the night sky. Sophia had the frog-like man tied up securely, and I gritted my teeth, continuing to thrust my cock.

Like an overflowing water pipe, I continued to pour out semen. The cracked source of magic trembled and resisted, but as No. 13 accepted me, the barrier melted away.

“Ah……! Ahh……!”

What must it feel like to become a servant? No. 13’s body went limp, and my tattoo was engraved onto her lower abdomen. When I laid No. 13 back into the coffin, she was stroking her lower abdomen with a satisfied expression. My post-coital member glistened with a lewd light, and night was falling. I sat beside her, and No. 13 beckoned to me.

I said.

“It’s cramped.”

“Exactly.”

No. 13 fluttered her hands as if wanting me to hold her quickly. I jumped into her embrace, and No. 13 skillfully laid me down next to the coffin. The floor of the coffin was damp and musty, but it was a soft and warm place. No. 13 and I made eye contact lying face-to-face, giggling and playing with each other’s hands.

I said.

“Are you going to sleep like this? It’s night?”

“Read me a book.”

No. 13 said, waving her hand. Books poured down from the bookshelf in the corner of the room. Were these the fairy tales she had wanted to read all this time? From luxurious hardcovers adorned with gold leaf to tattered old books, it seemed like she had brought every document containing a fairy tale.

Books piled up around us like a castle. I blinked, looking at the books, and No. 13 said with a proud face.

“Read them to me. One by one.”

“It won’t be enough even if we stay up for several nights.”

“One book a day is fine.”

No. 13 said, pulling out a book. It was a rather thick fairy tale. A story about a knight rescuing a princess. I chuckled upon seeing the title.

“I really love stories like this.”

“I like it because Evan reads it to me.”

No. 13 said, nodding. As I opened the book and was about to read the first sentence, a cough was suddenly heard.

“Uh, um……! Master. Where do I sleep? I feel like I’m intruding if I stay here?”

No. 13 frowned, then her face returned to a smile upon hearing Sophia. She opened the door wide and said.

“There’s a room next door.”

“Ah, excuse me then-!”

Sophia dragged the tied-up man away and disappeared. Now, only No. 13 and I were left in the room. No. 13 rested her head on my thigh, her eyes sparkling. Her blinking eyes and expectant face looking at me felt just like the old days.

Feeling overwhelmed, I opened the book. That time. When No. 13, No. 5, and I were happy, it felt like returning to that memory. I was meeting people I could no longer meet and doing things I could no longer do.

Moments like magic break down emotions. I tried to read calmly, but I couldn’t.

“Once upon a time, there was an adventurous knight……”

I stopped reading and took a deep breath. No. 13 wiped the tears flowing from my eyes and said.

“Evan. Don’t cry. Only happy things await us now.”

“I know……! I know……!”

I nodded. And I tried to smile somehow. Just as No. 13 said, truly only good things awaited us now. Surely, a bright future awaited us. Because everyone could live like that.

“…..And so, the brave knight and the princess got married. They lived happily ever after.”

Just like a fairy tale.