Chapter 84

Chapter 84

84: Return – H Night was deepening, but the atmosphere inside the tavern remained ripe, showing no signs of cooling down. Or, could it even be called ripe? Perhaps it was closer to something more vulgar and base. Lyla’s gang rape by the Zancata mercenaries was openly displayed to all the men in the tavern. Even if they couldn’t directly participate in the orgy, the men felt excitement and satisfaction as they watched the girl fall apart. “Whoa!” “Hey, feed her a little more!” “Damn, look at that tender skin. I wish I could stick it in once…” No one stopped the Zancata mercenaries who were putting on such a good show. The guard, who should have been maintaining order, paid no attention to the villages outside the castle, and the tavern owner was simply satisfied with the good sales of food and alcohol, not caring what happened to the prostitutes who were voluntarily selling their bodies. Drunken cheers and desires echoed, and rough laughter reverberated throughout the tavern. In one corner of that frenzied scene, Emily was kneeling on the floor like a dog, accepting Duron’s penis. “Haa, haan! Ahk!?” Before she knew it, Emily had also thrown off all her clothes, becoming completely naked. Because of this, although less than Lyla, she also became the center of the drunken men’s lustful gazes. “Keuhah! That bitch’s tits are amazing, huh?” Unlike Lyla, who still had a youthful air, Emily had a mature body, so many men focused their attention on her. Ignoring the lewd remarks they threw at her, Emily continued to moan. “Ahut, hwang!!” When she first became naked in front of them, shame rose to the top of her head, blurring her vision and making her dizzy, but now she didn’t care about such things. After rolling around naked for more than two hours, the fact that she was undressed didn’t matter anymore. Rather, as her mind calmed down, she felt a strange sense of liberation. Although she had been forcibly stripped, Emily had a justification for being naked in front of others, and as that led to resignation, a subtle sense of enjoyment was also emerging. Of course, she was more concerned with the penis currently moving back and forth inside her vagina. “Keuh, say it, as I taught you. Huh.” Duron whispered in Emily’s ear, thrusting his hips powerfully. He had already ejaculated inside her body several times, but his penis was still hard and erect, relentlessly plowing through Emily’s flesh. As the low voice she had heard so many times echoed in her ear, Emily reflexively opened her mouth. “Haa, Duron, your cock, is good! Haeuuht! More, hahk, fuck, me, more!” As Emily pleaded in a seductive voice, Duron smiled contentedly and thrust his hips even more fiercely. Who wouldn’t like a woman succumbing to pleasure and craving a man’s body? However, as always, the words that come out of one’s mouth do not necessarily mean the truth. ‘…Ah, not there…. I wish he would scratch a little lower…’ Unlike the words coming out of her mouth, Emily was internally disappointed with her sex with Duron. Unlike Lyla, Emily’s level of succubus arts was still low, and she hadn’t been trained to climax even if she was just roughly fucked. Moreover, her only sexual experiences were the three times she had been with Charka. As such, she needed more effort than Lyla to reach climax. And even if it was Duron, it would have been difficult to satisfy her. Emily had learned the pleasure of sex as a woman through her experiences with Charka, but in the current situation, that was actually a disadvantage. Even if it was a considerably large penis by human standards, it was far from matching Charka’s penis, which seemed to tear her body apart with its relentless force. Compared to Charka’s cock, which seemed to pierce through her very soul, Duron’s only made her feel like she was having sex, nothing more and nothing less. “Heh heh, you whore. How is it, do you like it!?” “Haa! Deeper, please fuck me deeper!” Duron’s cock, which was moving back and forth in the place where Charka had already been, and not touching the places he had touched, was not as pleasant as the words Emily was uttering. ‘A little further inside… no, I should just be satisfied with this much…’ Was that why? Even while she was having sex with Duron, Emily was unknowingly recalling the nights she had spent with Charka. It was a bit embarrassing for her. To think that she would miss that day, when she had been so lost in pleasure that she had forgotten that she was a man, and had screamed so loudly. In fact, the reason Emily wasn’t satisfied was less about the size of the penis and more about the absence of Lyla, who had been caressing and assisting her from the side, but Emily, who lacked sexual experience, didn’t realize that. “Haa, Duron, your… hwaaang!” In the end, Emily had no choice but to shake her hips, pretending to be happy while saying words she didn’t mean, with a slight sense of disappointment. After all, she needed money to ride the carriage to Karaldin, and this was an act of selling her body to earn money. And that unsatisfactory feeling continued even as Duron ejaculated inside her body for the seventh time. ‘I want to come too…’ Was it because of the repetitive, tantalizing stimulation that provided stimulation but didn’t lead to climax? Emily grumbled inwardly and tensed her lower abdomen. But that was only for a moment, and she was soon embarrassed that she had thought that way. ‘…No way. What was I thinking…’ Before she knew it, she was desiring her own pleasure, not for the sake of money or succubus arts. She was desiring a climax as a woman, not a sense of conquest as a man. The moment she realized that fact, Emily understood the meaning of being a woman more deeply. However, she didn’t have time to deeply contemplate that fact. “Hoo, looks like your friend is pretty much done too.” Duron’s voice, calm as if he was overwhelmed by the unique sense of emptiness after ejaculating, flowed into her ear. At those words, which contained the topic she was most interested in, Emily unknowingly raised her head and asked. “Lyla, la…?” “Yeah, your friend. Ah, would it be better to see it directly?” Duron said that and chuckled.

-Swoosh.

“Haa…?” He pulled out the penis that had been inserted into Emily and picked up Emily’s body. “Ahut, um…?” Then he started walking towards the table where the mercenaries were gathered. It was out of consideration for Emily, who couldn’t walk because her legs were completely limp. Of course, the emotion underlying that act couldn’t be seen as consideration. Lyla was surrounded by other mercenaries. Because they were surrounding her around a table, her figure was not visible. “Boss. This bitch isn’t responding?” “Keueung, that’s right. It’s no fun fucking her like this…” “I told you not to feed her so much alcohol.” “Hey, how was I supposed to know she was weak to alcohol! How would I know?” “Oh my, excuses. Do you know that the stuff you fed her is a particularly strong brandy?” “No, did I only feed her that? I even gave her beer to help her sober up.” As Emily heard the men’s conversation, she felt her heart beating rapidly. Contradictory emotions of anxiety and anticipation simultaneously tightened her chest. The content was what it was, but what she focused on was only one fact. Lyla’s voice cannot be heard. Not even a small moan, let alone a shrill scream, can be heard.

-Creak, squeak!

All that could be heard were the noise of the table creaking and the sound of skin colliding, a splashing sound. Lyla, whose body strength was abnormally strong thanks to mastering Ironclad, couldn’t have lost her voice. …Perhaps, she has lost consciousness. She doesn’t worry unnecessarily. Emily herself knew best that Lyla could become as strong as she wanted if she put her mind to it. Even if she lost consciousness, it wouldn’t immediately lead to a threat. Emily was just curious about what Lyla was like. Surely, she would be defiled in a terribly beautiful way. That dark and gloomy emotion, which was surprising even to herself, could perhaps be called anticipation. Emily knew that she was pathetic for having expectations for such things, but she also knew that she couldn’t reject her own nature. “What? Is she passed out? Or did you give her some kind of drug?” “No, it’s not like that, but I gave her too much alcohol… I think she’s just drunk.” Emily was held in Duron’s arms as she passed through the men and looked down at the table. “Ah…?” Her brown eyes widened as she fixed her gaze on Lyla.

-Squeak, squeak!

Like a doll with its strings cut, Lyla was accepting the man with a blank face, her legs spread wide. There was semen smeared around her mouth, and white fluid was scattered all over her body. The words that she had been given alcohol were not a lie, as Lyla’s stomach, which had been endlessly smooth, was bulging out.

-Squeak, creak.

“Ah, woo… hua…” Each time one of the mercenaries grabbed her waist and used her like a sex toy, a whimpering moan echoed from Lyla’s mouth. But that was only for a moment, and the moment her unfocused blue eyes turned to Emily, her gaze became clear as if it had never been hazy. Lyla, who had regained her gaze, smiled at Emily as if to reassure her.

-Smirk.

Looking at Lyla, who was giving a thin smile as if to say that she was okay, Emily felt a complex emotion that was hard to describe. Joy and pity, excitement and worry, love and depravity swirled together, and Emily reached out and grabbed Lyla. The night was still long. ———= Author’s Notes ———= I’m sorry. I didn’t actually go through enough revisions. I think the post-nut clarity was stronger than I thought. And thank you for the coupons…OMG I just checked it…