Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Unlike other positions, the cowgirl position has the advantage of allowing me to control my own pleasure because I’m the one moving. The depth of penetration, the strength of the force, the position being pressed, and even the sensation of my glans scraping against the inner walls.

-Squelch, squelch!

“Haaah, huuuuh!” Before I knew it, I had put the interrogation on the back burner and was enjoying the sensation of the penis inside me. Of course, I know the interrogation is important, but this moment is so thrilling and enjoyable that I can’t stop. “Heuh, uh, kuh…!” Nuke was unable to move and only let out intense moans because he had been hit with pressure points again. And if this pressure point release were to happen again, he wouldn’t even have the energy to move. That’s because it’s already his eighth ejaculation. No matter how enjoyable sex is, doing it that many times leads to pain rather than pleasure. At first, Nuke laughed and looked down on me, saying it wasn’t torture and he didn’t feel anything, but after the seventh time, his attitude changed. His moans gradually mixed with pain, his body trembled, and he lost so much energy that I didn’t even need to use pressure points. That would have been the same for me if I hadn’t controlled myself, but I had some energy left because I delayed my climax with the intention of prolonging it as much as possible. There’s a reason why I was popular in Lakers. It was because I could handle gang rapes or intense play that would have torn the vaginal walls and ruptured the cervix of other prostitutes. After accepting this and that, it got a bit too extreme and I was treated more like a moving fleshlight than a human, but anyway.

-Squelch, squelch!

“Kuh, you, son of a bitch….” “Huuuh, ahh, that’s, good, haaah!?” Come to think of it, the man who used to trample on me is now groaning under me. I didn’t think I had a sadistic taste, but maybe I was wrong. “Huuuh…” I lower my head and look into Nuke’s eyes. What I see is the face of someone who grew up in the underworld and rose to the rank of executive in an organization. A scar across his cheek and a menacing face. That is now stained with embarrassment and fear. As I meet his brown eyes containing that slight trembling, a fire rises in my chest again. When I attacked Trnil in Karaldin, I was half drunk and only cared about my own pleasure, so I didn’t know, but seeing him like this makes me feel a different emotion. Especially when I remember that this man under me stripped me naked and threw me to seventeen men to be gang-raped. Even while looking at such beautiful fear in his eyes, the gaze that still contains hatred and venom seems to pierce my soul. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I completely agree with that statement. “Huuuh, haa! Cum again… huuuuh!?” “Kuh, stop… stop it, you… bitch…” I look straight into his brown eyes, which seem frightened but still contain venom. Then I smile. The most seductive and beautiful smile possible. “Son of a biiitch…” This is rape. I am raping not only his body, but also his mind as I look into his eyes. Not many people would enjoy being violated helplessly like me. Especially not a underworld executive who crawled up from the gutter.

-Squelch! Squelch!

To squeeze out his semen, I shake my hips more lewdly, and pain returns to Nuke’s face. “Heuh!! Kuh!” The penis is sensitive immediately after ejaculation. Especially the glans, which is covered with delicate flesh. If it’s still stiffly erect even after ejaculating six times, it’s already in the realm of pain, not pleasure. But I don’t want to stop. There’s still a lot of night left. With his penis inserted, I lean down and whisper in his ear. Like lovers whispering sweet nothings. “Huuuh… how is it, do you like it?” “You… crazy, slutty, bitch… heuh.” What came back was an answer mixed with curses, but that was like a compliment to me. I chuckled and put strength into my lower abdomen. The foreign sensation that I feel like I’ll always have now becomes even stronger. What’s a little disappointing is that I feel like it’s slightly stretched because I was gang-raped for several hours and Kadin stuck a ridiculously large dildo in and left it there. But I’ll recover soon since I’ve mastered the Iron Body Art. “Kuh!?” “Hmm, sorry. Does it not feel like anything? I guess it got too wide because your men put something weird in there.” Of course, that’s not true. It seemed a little expanded, but it’s already recovered. This is a small revenge for saying earlier that my pussy was too wide and didn’t feel like anything. I can tolerate being insulted, but I can’t tolerate being told that it doesn’t feel like anything even when you fuck me. Of course, that in itself feels like a humiliation that I’m no longer useful even as a masturbation tool, but people’s feelings change from time to time.

-Pshoo!

“Huuuh…” Feeling the sensation of his throbbing cock and the essence flowing into me again, I shuddered slightly. It’s something I’ve experienced many times, but the moment the essence enters my body is a complex sensation that’s hard to express in words. It was an emotion closer to satisfaction than pleasure. It was like quenching a thirst. After enjoying the afterglow for a while, I lowered my head and looked at Nuke. “Huuuh, huuuh…” Before I knew it, his face was covered in cold sweat. He’s not handsome, so he doesn’t look very sexy, but it doesn’t matter since this is an interrogation anyway. Besides, I’m more into bodies than faces. “Do you feel like talking now?” As far as I was concerned, he could talk or not. Either way, if Emily comes, we can just barge in. If Erzebet is a friend from my past life, she’ll understand, and if not, we can just get out of there. The interrogation I’m doing now is more of an insurance policy in case something happens. “Kuh….” Nuke still didn’t seem to want to answer, and he was distorting his face as he looked at me. Should I try to persuade him for a while? I released the strength I had been giving to my lower body and let Nuke’s penis rest a little. I have to try to talk to him first. “It’s not even that important of information from your point of view, so why are you keeping your mouth shut?” “….” “Ah, is it because I killed all your men?” I turned my head slightly and looked around. Piol was still unconscious, and Kadin seemed to be dead. I had killed all the other men, so I thought he might hate me. Well, he wouldn’t like it if I killed all his men and raped him. …This, if the genders were reversed, it seems like I would have committed a terrible act. “Cough, you… I’ll definitely cut off your limbs and throw you into a pit of fire.” “Hmm, that’s not very good. Anyway, you don’t want to talk about Erzebet?” Is he strong-willed, or is he stubborn? People in this world tend to risk their lives for things that aren’t a big deal. Like honor, and this kind of pride. “Heh heh heh, I don’t care about that kind of woman. You said Adventurer’s Guild, right? You’ll definitely regret messing with us. No, I don’t even need to do that. You’ll definitely regret it if you get involved with Erzebet.” Hmm, it sounded like he didn’t want to talk, but more important information came rolling in than I thought. I smiled at Nuke and asked again. “Okay, I think I understand now. Erzebet isn’t actually a demon, is she?” “…What? How did you…” When I asked that, Nuke’s eyes were filled with shock. He tried to say something, but then closed his mouth. But that was as good as an answer. Interrogation doesn’t necessarily have to involve torturing someone to get them to reveal information. You can get a rough idea of the information by simply asking a few simple questions and observing their reactions. “And you’re not a member of Blate’s organization.” “Wh-what… that’s nonsense…” I just threw this out there, but it was an unexpected harvest. It doesn’t really change anything to know, but information is always useful someday, so it wouldn’t hurt to know. “Ah, I guess that’s wrong. You were definitely a member of Blate’s organization until recently. To be exact, you betrayed the organization, right?”

-Flinch.

Nuke’s body flinched at my question. Then his penis, which was still erect, also flinched and stimulated me. Does he still have strength left even after ejaculating so much? I wanted to taste it a little more, but I thought it would be better to hold back. I can’t let this man live. I feel a little uneasy because it seems like I’m breaking a promise, but I can’t help it. That’s what promises are like, right? I reached out and stroked Nuke’s face, and asked again. “Who is it? Who contacted you? Who made you betray Erzebet and the organization?” This was an important question. Is this just a power struggle between members of the organization, or is it the result of an external force intervening? “…Damn it.” There was no answer. I moved my hips lightly and stimulated his erect penis again.

-Squelch.

“Kuh!?” Then, a lewd noise and a groan mixed with pain echoed in the room. This intercourse is no longer pleasure for him, but only pain. But for me, it is still pleasure. The sensation of the penis digging into my flesh, and the brown eyes filled with pain, still. I enjoyed that pleasure for a while, then lowered my head. “Huuuh… if you don’t want to talk, I can’t help it. And this is the last gift.” Then, I lightly kiss him. A kiss with the meaning of farewell. // Erzebet suddenly appeared in Mesatria. And that was about three months ago. The question starts there. Whether it’s Blood Shadow Divine Art or a vampire, it’s clear that they need to consume human blood to build up their inner strength. If that’s the case, a city would be better than a rural village, especially a slum where many homeless people and poor people live. You don’t have to kill people every day to learn Blood Shadow Divine Art. That was the same reason why I didn’t extract essence from one person to use the Essence Absorption Technique. The more people there are, the less life force is extracted from one person. I’ve never seen a vampire, but if it’s a slum or the underworld, they should be able to get enough blood, but the fact that she didn’t settle down in one place and crossed over to Mesatria means that she was kicked out. She left on her own, or she ran away while being chased by someone. Whether she was naturally accustomed to wandering and blended into the underworld naturally, or she was just lucky. I couldn’t tell at this stage. However, the fact that seventeen of Nuke’s men were gathered in one place is a bit suspicious. Especially if they have antipathy towards Erzebet. It was difficult to draw a conclusion without accurate information, but Nuke betrayed the organization and had a reason to do so. A stronger organization than Blate reached out, or he judged that it would be dangerous to be with Erzebet. Judging from what he said, the latter seems to carry more weight. Perhaps there is a mysterious force other than the underworld organization, or someone who is chasing Erzebet. Of course, all of these worries may be unfounded, and it is possible that it is just a common power struggle between organizations. Still, after meeting Erzebet and understanding the situation, I should be careful in my own way. I wanted to take her to Karaldin with me if possible, but if not, it might be better to just leave her alone.

-Swish.

After taking out Arum and wiping the blood off my body cleanly, I took out a cloak from the corpse-filled room and roughly put it on. I was wondering if I should take some things with me, but when I looked outside the window, it was already dawn. It’s almost time for Emily to arrive. Finally, I looked around the room. “….”

Nuke, Piol, and Cardin were all cold corpses, no longer breathing. And the same went for the gang members on the first and second floors. Although it was something I was prepared for and committed, I couldn’t help but feel a little bitter. “Hoo.” I let out a small sigh, relieving the slight bitterness that had built up in my chest. That bitterness, similar to the emptiness after sex, might contain a hint of guilt. But I quickly shook my head, shaking off that feeling. I killed because I had to kill. There’s no reason to feel guilty about an act that was simply that. At least, not in this world. So, there’s no need to struggle to feel guilty.

-Clack.

I picked up the dagger on the table and stepped out of the bedroom.