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I regained consciousness again, at least several hours later.

“…”

The first thing that caught my eye was the wide steel bunk bed frame.

At the same time, I felt the touch of a piece of cloth on my forehead.

“You’re awake?”

It was Creep. My body tensed up for a moment, but strangely, she was helping me recover.

“They say that when you have a fever, it’s good to put a wet cloth on your forehead.”

Of course, instead of placing a damp towel like a normal person, she had taken off the shirt she was wearing and laid it on my forehead, and she wasn’t wearing anything herself.

It was an awkward and unconventional approach to caregiving. However, as always, her touch had a gentle quality to it, as if she were a mother.

I couldn’t understand why I associated the word ‘gentle’ with her,

but Creep looked at me with a worried expression as she nursed me.

“I made porridge for you.”

She even brought a bowl, blushing as if she were embarrassed,

and scooped some of its contents, bringing it close to my mouth.

“OAh, try it.”

“…”

I hesitated, wondering if I should eat it or turn my head away.

But her next words made it impossible to refuse.

“Darling, you need to get better soon. Otherwise, your colleagues will be so worried when they come to visit.”

She is right.

My appearance was beyond words. About to enter the third day, and my body was becoming a rag doll due to the constant stress and beatings, day and night.

The beatings were not mild; they were intended to kill me, and even my weakened healing ability couldn’t keep up.

The wounds were healing slower than new ones were being inflicted, so it was natural for my body to be dying.

“Right?”

So, I opened my mouth.

Not for Creep, but for my colleagues, so they wouldn’t worry when we met again.

I repeated to myself countless times that this wasn’t a compromise.

I was using Creep to aid my recovery.

“Good boy, good boy.”

I ate the food she gave me.

Creep said she made porridge, but it was far from that.

I could feel the rough, uneven ramen noodles. In the prison, where it was difficult to obtain rice, she probably crushed the ramen noodles and soaked them in water to make a porridge-like dish.

Or perhaps she had soaked them in something sweet, like soda.

“Does it taste good?”

Still, it was delicious.

It tasted better than the potato chips I had devoured earlier,

and the bland, rough ramen porridge was more satisfying.

“If you eat well and rest well, you’ll recover soon. The swelling has almost completely gone down. You’re strong and heal quickly, my darling.”

My body, which had been pushed to its limits, started to regain its strength as I rested.

But I didn’t know when Creep’s kindness would end. How far would her unexpected goodwill go?

“…So pretty, really.”

The hand that had been stroking my forehead now moved down my cheek,

then down to my neck and chest.

Her touch, like a mother tending to a child, became the caress of a woman yearning for her lover.

I could feel her gaze on my body, a sticky, tar-like stare that savored every inch of me.

“Ah, really…”

I hadn’t expected her kindness to end so soon.

“Darling, do you need to pee or anything?”

She quickly changed her attitude and started testing the waters.

It wasn’t hard to understand her underlying meaning.

She was more straightforward than she seemed.

Ironically, it was this very straightforwardness that drove people crazy.

“Do you need to go? Hmm? Want to try?”

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Creeper climbs onto the bed. The cheap, creaky sound of the bunk bed reverberates throughout.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. This, this is something your girlfriend would do for you, right? Yeah. Really.”

Her face turns red. Creep seems more nervous than I am.

Surprisingly, Creep is nervous as if she’s never been with a man before.

I’ve had experiences with women, so even in this forced situation, I can maintain some composure. I’ve even been with Acid and Black Owl.

I’m only tormented by the swelling sense of depravity and helplessness within me.

Making love with a woman I don’t love,

And with the worst villain,

The agony of having to do this.

I have no strength left to move my body. Resistance is not an option.

The best I can do now is to stoically accept the pleasure Creep gives me and silently yearn for my reunion with my teammates.

I don’t want to make panting sounds beneath Creep.

I can give my body without hesitation. It’s not a big deal. This act is just another form of violence inflicted upon me.

From the moment I entered prison, there was no escaping this humiliation. My only weapon and retaliation are to resist and never submit.

“Hmm, um…”

Creep slowly pulls down my pants, her face flushed with desire. Unlike a woman, my lower half is noticeably prominent, and it seems to be a huge stimulation for her.

“Haa…”

From quite a close distance,

She slowly exhales, staring at my single piece of underwear.

“Wow…”

Please,

It would be better if she just kept her mouth shut.

Or if she said something disgusting and degrading like Acid or Black Owl.

I think I’d feel more at ease then.

Seeing this, like a sweet first experience with a first love, makes my head feel strange.

“So, this is what you look like, Crow.”

Her breath touches my skin. All my nerves seem to be focused on my lower body, making me pay attention to every move Creep makes.

“A unique smell. But it’s definitely your scent, my darling. Hmm. The texture is strange. It’s soft, but also a little…”

I don’t want to get hard,

But the body always carries honesty.

No matter how strong it is, it’s difficult to suppress physiological phenomena.

“…It’s gotten hard. You’re erect, right? When it gets this big, it means you’re feeling good, right?”

Creep smiles. With a smile of pure joy, she brings her cheek and lips closer.

“I love you too, darling.”

In that state, Creep gathers more courage.

Her fingertips guide my underwear down.

It gets stuck for a moment at the tip of my erect glans, but

Creep carefully pushes her hand inside and gently holds and presses my dick.

Only then does my dick fully reveal itself. My lower half, exposed to the air without any cover, trembles between Creep’s cheek and shoulder.

“It’s bigger and hotter than I thought. A little sticky.”

Due to my overall weakness, my mind can’t control my body, so it acts on natural instinct.

It gets bigger, and a transparent liquid, a measure of excitement, starts to leak from the tip.

Each word Creep uses pierces my mind.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

It’s both innocent and sensual.

“I’ll love all of you. This texture, this feeling, this scent, this taste…”

Creep boldly enjoys her first time. She extends her tongue and teases the tip, and with that movement, a thrilling pleasure is conveyed.

“Hmm, I don’t know. What does it taste like…”

Unable to taste it by licking like an ice cream, she attaches her lips to the tip and starts sucking gently.

“Sluuuurp-”

It’s too much stimulation. I can feel even the subtle wrinkles of her soft lips quivering.

I never expected such a devoted caress.

Given Creep’s personality and her notorious reputation, I anticipated something violent and vulgar,

But this, it’s like her…

No, perhaps even more passionate and filled with love than ever befoe.

“Hmm, ugh…”

It’s hard to hold back my voice.

My hand naturally reaches for Creep’s head.

Every time I move, my body screams in pain, followed by throbbing agony,

But it’s too painful to stay still, so I have to move.

Sluuuurp! Slurp!

However, Creep doesn’t care and continues to explore all of me. With the passion of a researcher, she opens her heart and accepts everything.

“Th-that’s…”

I try to push her away, but she doesn’t budge. She holds me tightly with both hands, sucking the tip and savoring the taste unique to men.

“Haa…”

Then, she opens her mouth wide and takes in the entire front.

My head goes blank.

The stimulation is doubled due to my heightened sensitivity.

The pressure and sticky saliva in Creep’s mouth,

Her moans,

The vulgar, thick sounds,

I’m buried in all of it, becoming a slave who can’t do anything.

Unable to push Creep away,

My hand, with nowhere else to go, covers my face.

I don’t have the confidence to watch this affectionate fellatio,

And I don’t want to show my tears.

At least, in this dark view,

I just pray for it all to end quickly.