Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Episode 201: “Fragments of the Past” // In a noisy tavern, we raise our glasses to each other. Not fancy wine in ornate glasses, but unlabeled bottles and rough wooden cups. Things familiar to us. -Clink. We clink our glasses and drink. Then we talk. “So, what are your thoughts?” “…About what?” Is he asking even though he knows? I give a light laugh and ask again. “How does it feel to leave your beloved home?” “I never loved it.” “Not even your organization?” At my question, Keire says with a bitter expression. “…I feel sorry for Rockard, but I don’t have the loyalty to go back.” “Is that so?” …Well, maybe? I think for a moment and nod. Both he and I are from the slums. There were more bad things than good, and we lived lives where we didn’t know when we would die. As such, our feelings for the organization are probably closer to ambivalence. “Then, what about me?” “You?” “Didn’t you ever feel attached to me?” I ask with a faint smile, and Keire nods. “Lyla.” “Yeah?” “You were my first woman.” “….” Oh, um. That’s not the answer I was expecting. I quietly gulp down my drink and grumble. “…First woman, my ass. Even slaves wouldn’t have been treated like that.” “….” I grumbled once, but I can’t help but feel a little wet down there. It’s not that I’m happy, it’s just the alcohol. The alcohol is making me crave a man. Let’s just think of it that way. “…Well, it’s still good. Thanks for telling me.” It’s true that Keire tormented me a lot, but I enjoyed it too. If he enjoyed it as well, it would feel like we were cogs that fit together, but maybe he couldn’t enjoy it even while smiling. There are different kinds of enjoyment, after all. The self-destructive pleasure gained by sacrificing something can’t be said to be fully enjoyed. “…To be honest, I’m confused right now. It’s the first time I’ve seen you like this.” “Ah, that’s true. Should I try acting like before then?” “Before…?” Come to think of it, I used to act like a fragile rabbit. I’ve had some drinks, and my body is warming up. I wonder if I should try to recapture that feeling for the first time in a while, so I clear my throat and ask Keire. “K-Keire…are you going to…use me again today…?” “….” “S-Should we go somewhere…where there aren’t any people…?” As I recall my old memories and stammer, Keire makes a bitter expression. …Is this not it? No, the acting was perfect. My expression was probably pretty good too. Is it a problem that I did it too perfectly? “Ha.” Keire sighs and shakes his head. “…I see. So it was all an act.” “That’s right.” “It had a certain cute charm.” “You’re showing your true colors now.” “If you want an apology, I’ll give you as many as you want, but I can’t listen to you if you tell me to give up my life…” “It’s okay, what would I do with your life?” I lightly chide him, and Keire looks much more relieved. With a wry smile, he continues the conversation. “…Anyway, I was completely fooled.” “You should have been better.” “Should have become an actor?” “They wouldn’t accept me there.” I gulp down the cold and hot cider and put the empty glass on the table. Amid the shouts and commotion echoing from all around, I quietly mutter. “Still, it wasn’t like that at first.” “….” “It was painful, and I was depressed.” “….” “…I thought it couldn’t be helped. I was weak back then. Not as strong as I am now.” A body that has been reborn doesn’t get drunk easily. But if you want to get drunk, you can get drunk as much as you want. If you want to say something that you can only say when you’re drunk, you can say it as much as you want. “…I don’t know if you noticed, but I needed men’s semen to get stronger.” “What…?” “Ah, you didn’t notice. You idiot.” I give him a scolding and then give a wry smile. I said it like that, but there’s no way he could have noticed. Who would believe the stupid words that you get stronger by eating semen? It’s impossible to understand without knowledge of martial arts and true energy. “Lyla.” “Yeah?” Looking at me like that, Keire asks. “…Who are you?” Of course, he’s not asking for my name. I have a hunch. But should I answer? “So you noticed that?” “Your friend told me to ask. He said you’d tell me.” Hmm. Did Aiden say that? I thought he was speaking a little too favorably about Keire. Did they have some kind of conversation between men? “….” There’s no problem even if I tell him. It’s not like we’ll be subjected to an inquisition in the Kilkard Kingdom, and even if it’s known, it’s just the words of a man from the slums. “…Someone from another world.” “Huh?” I spit it out briefly, and Keire tilts his head. Did he not hear me? If so, it’s enough that he didn’t hear. I chuckle and continue. “There’s such a thing. You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.” “….” “…It’s late. Let’s go up now.” There was still some alcohol left, but I put down my glass. Keire looks at me as if he understands what I mean by late. I grab Keire’s hand and subtly spread my legs and bring it between them. A familiar touch from my memory is placed on my vulva. “How is it, wet, right?” “…It is.” “You have to do what you promised.” Is it because he’s drunk too? Keire immediately reaches out his fingers and caresses over my pants as if teasing. “Ugh….” “You’re still sensitive.” “…Yeah, that’s right…” As I obediently nod and entrust myself to him, Keire’s expression twists slightly. It was a face that seemed to be enjoying it, suffering, and also looking cruel. “Even after being fucked by so many men, you still want to be fucked?” “….Yes.” Before I knew it, the words coming out of my mouth changed to polite language, just like in the old days. I answer politely like a slave who has met her old master, and then I whisper in his ear. “Keire…” “…” “…Where do you want to use it today…?” // While going back up to the inn’s lodging, Keire fondles my breasts. The rough touch of squeezing and pinching my nipples reminds me of painful yet pleasant memories. A violent caress that is no different from before. “…Ugh…” I stagger and lean against his body as if collapsing. Then Keire stops teasing me and supports me. This is different from the old days. “Heung,…” As I give a playful, provocative smile at his changed appearance, Keire smiles bitterly and makes excuses. “…Jess had to be held often.” “You’ve changed. You.” “I got scolded quite a bit.” “…Eck.” When a woman appears, a man changes. Keire’s attitude changed not because he realized I was strong. Could it be that the attitude that changed as he met Jess was also applied to me? “Lyla, you spoiled me too much.” “Ugh…don’t say such creepy things…” I tremble again at the caress of him lightly biting my neck. -Click. And as he throws open the door, “Ah?” “….” “…Oh.” Jess had woken up at some point and was sitting on the bed. She looks at us hugging each other and says with wide eyes. “I want to join too.” “….” “Is it okay?” There’s no reason why not. It would be a complete mess, but there’s still room. Two women and one man. It’s not a combination I personally prefer. The more men, the better. But in the case of a special man, this is also pretty good in its own way. Jess and I take off everything we’re wearing and lie side by side on the bed. Keire scratches his chin once as he looks at us like that, and then gives his evaluation. “Now that you’re stripped like this, I can definitely see it.” “See what?” “You look a lot alike.” “Heeh…” “…Are you comparing us now?” Unlike me, who is laughing as if it’s funny, Jess reacts sharply. Then Keire makes a startled expression. His dejected appearance makes me feel sorry for some reason, so I turn around and scold Jess. “Jess, don’t be too harsh.” “…You’re Lyla, right?” “Yeah.” “By any chance, are you the person who came to the brothel with me?” Her appearance must have been different back then, so did she notice? Well, if the names are the same, she could definitely suspect it. This is a world with magic, after all. “That’s right.” “How…are you a magician?” “You could say that.” As I nod, Jess looks back and forth between me and Keire with a strange expression. In this world, magicians are intellectuals and valuable manpower. Is she finding it strange that such a magician is hooking up with a mere thug from the slums? “If you’re curious, I can show you-” But before I could finish my words, Keire’s hand roughly stirs me. His hand, which had burrowed between my legs without warning, ruthlessly violates and rubs my soft insides. “Ah…hic…” “Lyla, you’re still sensitive.” “…Y-Yes.” It’s my strength that I get wet with just a little touch. As I pant and cling to Keire, Jess stares at me and Keire with a strange expression. “….Hmm.” What was the relationship between the two of them like? I’m curious, but my desires come first right now. I turn my body on the bed and raise my hips towards Keire. “Please, put it in…” Keire is the perfect person to submit to, more so than Aiden. He knows all my weaknesses, as he used to hold me countless times in the past. Of course, I can’t have him. Keire already has another woman. Even now, Keire is exchanging glances with Jess while I’m in front of him. A silent question of whether he can put it in. And as Jess’s permission is given, “Hic…!?” Inside me, Keire’s thing that I had accepted countless times in the past enters. // Our relationship on the bed was quite unique. “Hic, ugh, woo…” Keire inserts into me while I’m lying face down on the bed, and shares a kiss with Jess. Jess, who is sharing a passionate kiss with her tongue intertwined with his, and me, who is lying face down and moaning as I accept Keire’s thing. I don’t know which one is happier as a woman. But it seems clear that my place is here. “Heu-geut, heueuk, heung…!” While suppressing the moans that are leaking out and enjoying the rising pleasure, I watch the kiss that Keire and Jess are sharing. Was there ever a time when he did that to me? Probably not. When I was being humiliated, I always held and swallowed men’s semen in my mouth, so no one ever kissed me. The only times I had a kiss with intertwined tongues were when I was first teased or when I came to the brothel as a guest. “Heut, euwoo…!” I don’t feel envious. The reason I have a relationship with a man is because it’s enjoyable. Since it wasn’t for the purpose of sharing love, there’s no reason to be envious. And, Keire is being nice to me in his own way. “Ah, hic…!” Even while kissing Jess, he reaches out his hand and grabs my swaying breasts, and caresses my pink nipples as if stroking them. The tingling sensation spreading from my chest hardens the pink tips and fills them with heat. The caress of my chest is soft, but the insertion below is not. “Heu, euk, eugeuk…” At some point, Keire’s thing was touching the end of my inside. Thanks to the Yin Demon Art, my body can stretch as much as possible to match the size of the other person, but the sensation of being poked deep inside my stomach is always enjoyable. “Ha, ah…” Not a fast and short thrust, but a soft and deep movement that scrapes the inside. As he caresses and scratches the regrettable parts of my insides, I respond by giving strength and tightening his thing. “…Ugh?!” As expected, he doesn’t ejaculate easily. Still, he seems to have realized my movement, as Keire stops kissing Jess. At that sight, I resist as if in protest, and tighten my insides once again. Of course, that resistance is a resistance with the meaning of wanting to be punished quickly. “Heeut…” “….”

Keir looks down at me. His expression is devoid of the apologetic feelings he had before, and is now full of his unique desire to dominate. “Heung…” I force a provocative smile on my face, which is flushed with pleasure, and look up at Keir. — Swish. Soon, his hand caresses my cheek. The hand that caressed me moves from my cheek to my neck, then traces the line from my neck to my collarbone, and finally rests on my white, clean neck. “Ah…?” “…That’s right, you used to like this too.” Did he remember? His hand on my neck begins to tighten little by little. I don’t resist his touch and slowly close my eyes.