Rematch (1)

Sirek, caught by the tail, jumps up in surprise. I speed up the reconstruction. Good. This should be enough. I couldn’t reconstruct my clothes due to the limited space, so I had to come out naked… But I’m not one to feel ashamed of being naked now.

“Y-you, what, what the hell?!”

Like an Alien bursting from its egg, I walk out, dripping wet. The arms that had been inside the Aenids’ stomachs have returned to their original form, and my body, beaten and kicked all over, has returned to its usual snow-white skin. I’m slightly displeased that I haven’t been able to use Clean magic yet, so I’m still covered in Semen.

-Ttak! I snap my fingers. The dust matted in my hair disappears. The Semen flowing like a waterfall from my slightly open vulva vanishes as the pink crack seals shut. Finally, I reconstruct my clothes.

“Huuu… A little stiff…”

I stretch lightly, restoring the feeling in my arms. Hmm. Is this what a magical girl’s transformation looks like? It suddenly occurs to me. Being naked during the transformation is the same… Is the comparison itself rude? It would definitely be rude to a magical girl.

“H-how-“

“「Be quiet.」 And don’t move.”

I cast a simple silence spell and approach him silently. His name was Sirek, wasn’t it? A rare species with the genes of a few Snowfield Wolves. He didn’t even think of moving, perhaps feeling fear at the sight of me bursting out of the sack.

“Could you lower your head a bit?”

“…”

I didn’t need to say, ‘I’ll kill you if you do anything stupid.’ It must have been well conveyed. I wasn’t exuding the kind of energy a girl who had been brutally raped in the underground would give off.

Sirek lowered his body as I commanded. Kneeling on the ground. There’s no special reason for giving this order, I just wanted to try something.

“Are wolves felines? No, just wolves, I guess.”

I put my hand on Sirek’s crown and let Mana flow. A spell that explodes when he does something against my will. The condition is ‘When divulging what happened in the underground arena to the outside.’ The same as what I swore. Good. This will prevent rumors from spreading. Sirek pricked up his ears, unaware that a bomb had been planted in his head. I don’t intend to tell him.

More importantly.

It’s soft. I’ve always wanted to do this whenever I saw the Aenids’ abundant fur and pointy ears, and it feels good to actually do it. I ruffled Sirek’s hair and slightly raised the corners of my lips.

“Don’t think you stepped in shit. I was going to come see you anyway.”

His face held a very faint hint of anger and annoyance at being dumped. The reason I caught this guy is because he and the Yellow Tiger Tribe manager were the only ones who didn’t swear the oath. The oath that their heads would explode if they divulged information related to the underground arena to the outside. All the spectators were under it.

“Where is that bastard?”

I need to plant a bomb in that bastard’s head too.

“…?”

“Ah, you 「can talk now.」”

Sirek coughed and convulsed as the invisible force binding his mouth disappeared. For the record, I didn’t cast a binding spell.

“W-what are you? Your arm was torn off, wasn’t it?”

“It was torn off. It’s just a story from the past now.”

“…Did you do it on purpose?”

“Yeah. You figured it out without me even saying anything?”

“Why?”

Maybe it’s because he lives in the shadows of the back alleys, but his intuition is amazing. He realized I was hiding my strength without me even saying anything. Well, even if I hid my strength, there wasn’t really a reason. Frankly, it doesn’t matter if I get caught. It’ll just interfere with the many ‘plays’ I’ll be subjected to in the future.

“It’s my personal preference, so you’d better not care.”

“You crazy bitch.”

“I hear that often. More importantly, answer my question. Where is that bastard?”

“…Turn right at the entrance to the back alley. Go straight and enter the first blue-roofed building you see.”

“Thanks for the information.”

“Are you going to kill him if you find him?”

I lower my slightly raised lips and contemplate for a few seconds. Wasn’t I the one who lost the match where death was specified? Even though it was a rigged match, a loss is a loss, and a contract is a contract. So, they’re not guilty. Let’s just think of the rape later as the price for insulting Chakru.

“No. Other than putting a little Geumji on them so they can’t talk to the outside, I probably won’t kill them. Probably.”

“Probably?”

“Unless some Snowfield Wolf stabs me in the back after I turn around. I’ll even mark myself for easy stabbing, so feel free to try.”

“…”

And, it wasn’t enough to create anger and revenge. I usually return violence without reason, but there’s no anger in it. It’s not like the child was hurt…

Come to think of it, the child seemed to have learned a new magic. It was when I was being brutally gang-raped in the corner of the underground arena. Since Semen kept coming in endlessly even after being taken out, the child chose a different method instead of putting up a barrier.

‘…I definitely didn’t reconstruct it.’

Even when I was being fucked, stabbed, and treated like a toy, the tightly closed crack was always the same. Even though I didn’t reconstruct it. To what extent, you ask? Even though I was gang-raped for eight hours straight, I returned to normal as soon as the sex ended. And. The tightness felt stronger than before. The Aenids who were fucking me were even impressed.

-Are humans all this tight?

Well. I felt a little sorry for planting two prejudices about humans. I hope they don’t do that to other humans. I don’t know how many humans will come to Lexen District, but I offer my condolences in advance.

‘Hmm… I guess it means hurry up and finish.’

It’s presumed to be the child’s own trick. If the man cums quickly, the chances of the sex ending increase. Augh. Embarrassing. I hope it hasn’t awakened its ego already? I slapped my cheeks and shook my head, then looked at Sirek and said.

“Follow me.”

“Why me? You said you’d spare me?”

“You have to play the role of a guide dog, right?”

“…Can’t you just let me go? I gave you the address, didn’t I?”

“If you don’t want to be leashed like a real dog, follow me quietly. Think of it as the price for manipulating time.”

“I never-“

“I heard the ticking of your pocket watch, so don’t even think about denying it.”

“…”

* * *

“How did you end up in the back alley? Don’t tell me you were really going to get raped, hmm. Let’s pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Sirek skillfully navigated through the back alleys and asked me. The fear towards me hadn’t disappeared, but his wariness had decreased since I hadn’t done anything since then.

More importantly, how did I end up here? The reason I came to the back alley itself was to find a Demon. In the process, I discovered the arena, and as soon as I saw it, my masochistic desires boiled over, and I rashly participated as a fighter. There’s no need to hide it, so I decided to just say it.

“I’m looking for a Demon.”

“Ah, a Demon?”

“A pretty nasty Demon. Do you know anything about twin Demons?”

“How am I supposed to answer if you suddenly ask me that?”

“Like, the surrounding lands are drying up.”

“Ah, yeah. I once saw an ajima wailing because all the flowers she was selling had withered. Other than that, not really…”

“…”

“Ah. And one more thing.”

He squinted and said.

“Pesker. That guy’s behavior is a bit suspicious.”

“Pesker?”

“The middle-aged Yellow Tiger Tribe guy with glasses. The guy I used to work with. He’s practically the owner of the underground arena.”

That was the name of the Yellow Tiger Tribe I was going to see now.

Intrigued, I listened and asked again.

“Why?”

“From some point on, he started leaving the arena work to me and disappearing elsewhere. I don’t like being dumped with the leftovers. That bastard. I ask him where he’s going, but he never tells me…”

“He was there today, wasn’t he?”

“He just got back.”

“Since when has he been like that?”

“About a week ago, I guess.”

It’s been about 10 days since the twin Demon’s labyrinth stopped… So it overlaps with the timing of his activities after that. It would be a bit hasty to conclude that the manager of the arena I happened to visit is related to the Demon, but on the other hand, he’s an individual who operates in the shadows, so he seems even more suspicious.

“…What’s the probability that he’s not home?”

So, even if he’s not related to the Demon, there’s a high possibility that he’s doing something shady. Like drug manufacturing or contract killing. I wouldn’t be surprised if a guy who sets up a place where people can fight to the death would do something like that. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set up a human meat factory. That’s the back alley.

Or maybe he made a deal with the Demon. Just look at the thugs in Bredonia’s back alleys, they sold human corpses to Parsih, didn’t they? It was different because they didn’t know the other party was a Demon, but anyway. Whatever the Demon wants, it’s probably not normal.

Sirek said to me, who was deep in thought.

“He always tells me before he leaves, so it’s okay.”

-Kung kung!

The blue roof we were talking about arrived in the meantime. Pesker lives here.

Sirek clenched his fists and knocked loudly on the door.

“Hey! Manager!”

-Kkeuek.

“Sirek? What brings you here at this hour-“

The door opened, and a middle-aged Yellow Tiger Tribe man poked his face out.

“Hello. Can we talk?”

“You’re-“

-Kung.

He closes the door as soon as he sees my face. My hair flutters in the wind pressure from the closing door. I approach and pull the doorknob, but it’s locked. Sirek flinched at the noise and scratched his head.

“What’s wrong with that guy?”

“Haa…”

“Hmm?”

Is he already up to something? I wasn’t planning on questioning him, but if a thief gets caught with his own foot, it’s a different story.

“Hmm. Hmm? H-hey, hey. W-wait a minute-.”

“Duck!”

-Kwajik!!!!

“Uwaaaak!!!!”

I gather Mana and weave a spell. The flying storm is like a steel blade- I blow the wind and blow the door away. The door shattered into pieces from the powerful wind pressure, scattering fragments in all directions. Sirek, terrified, ducked to avoid the flying splinters, and I put up a barrier on my body and moved forward.

“Keuaaaak!”

As I moved forward, I saw Pesker trying to escape by breaking the window.

‘No way.’

I lift my right foot and lightly stamp the ground. The target coordinate is in front of the window. Jiing. At the same time a magic circle is engraved under my feet, a blue magic circle appeared in the spot where Pesker was standing. Fire magic is not allowed. Otherwise, the Elves are likely to freak out.

-Kugugung!

Earth magic that Elves like would be good.

“Kuheueok?!”

Pesker, who took a step back to avoid the sharp earth pillar that had sprung up beneath him, made an ‘ah’ expression. In the spot where he stepped back-

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Because I was there.

“Jenzaaang! Is she an Elf disguised as a human?”

Pesker, blocked from escaping, searched for another way. The window was blocked by earth pillars, and I was standing right in front of the front door. The expected route is the room on the right. I had scanned the map and memorized it before coming in.

-Ttak! This time, I snap my fingers. Tiny ice shards are created between my flicking fingers.

Snapping my fingers or stamping my feet isn’t a bluff. No matter how much I can use magic without chanting, it’s easier to use magic if I specify the path through which Mana flows. Of course, I can use it without doing that, but to do so, I would have to designate my entire body as the ‘path’.

“T-this can’t be!”

It’s hard for the opponent to react if I use magic with such a small gesture.

-Jeojeojeok! The right door freezes, leaving him with nowhere else to retreat. A tiger cornered. No, a small, insignificant rat. In front of me, even a Yellow Tiger Tribe is just a rat.

“Surrender quietly. If you move even one more step from there, I’ll freeze your brain.”

“I’m innocent! I just did as I was told!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“…You’re not an Elf?”

“I’m human.”

“You’re not an Elven Knight from Kardrasil?”

“What’s that?”

“…?”

“What?”

Shit.

He’s talking about something only he knows again.