Volume 2 Chapter 35 Right After That 1️⃣
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…Haa.”
A quiet sigh escaped her lips before she realized it.
What was she even doing?
Every time she found herself alone with time to think, old, unnecessary thoughts floated back in. No matter how she tried to push them aside, they always returned—uninvited and persistent.
The second day of the infiltration into the imperial capital was coming to an end. The sun had long since set, and moonlight now spilled through the window. The noise from the city streets had faded into the quiet of night. Silence wrapped around the building like a heavy blanket.
…When would that man return?
She frowned.
Klock. The cause of all this unease.
At this hour, most people—excluding owls and rats—would be asleep. And yet, he had gone out saying it would only take a moment, and still hadn’t come back.
It wasn’t unreasonable to start imagining the worst.
Had he been captured? That was the most dangerous scenario.
Klock had little magical power. Without his tools, he was vulnerable. If he ran into a powerful mage, someone like the one they encountered yesterday, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
She had to assume the worst. Now was the time to make a decision.
They should have planned better. Talked through emergency procedures, escape plans, signals—anything. But for one reason or another, they’d missed the opportunity. That mistake now weighed heavily on her chest.
This was her chance to run. Her body had already healed.
After sensing the nerves had recovered, she tested her magic. It responded. During his absence, she used healing spells on herself, restoring the damage that had kept her bound. She was whole again.
She could leave now.
And yet… she stayed.
Because Klock hadn’t returned.
It was troublesome.
He didn’t seem like the type who could endure torture forever. If he’d been caught, there was a good chance he’d break. Reveal everything.
Should she wait a little longer? Or cut ties and escape?
”…Tch. ‘I’ll hold out until you escape,’ huh? Empty words. What kind of man says that and then disappears like this?”
The memory of his tone lingered. Whether he said it aloud or implied it through his actions, the intent had been there. And now… he wasn’t.
She clicked her tongue and let out another breath. Her emotions were tangled—frustration, guilt, and something else.
From a rational standpoint, she should’ve left already. She should be sending regular reports, keeping contact. That was protocol. That was logic.
And yet…
”…Huh. What am I even thinking?”
Her gaze lowered.
In a moment of weakness, she’d let him take something from her.
Her first time.
He was the one who initiated it, and she accepted without resistance. On the contrary, she even allowed herself to enjoy it.
A sharp pain of shame struck her.
A proud demon, brought low by a Human. She had always looked down on them—and yet, she gave herself to one. Worse, she accepted the consequences under the excuse of a “contract.”
What a joke.
She bit her lip, heat rising to her face—not from embarrassment, but from the memory. A warmth stirred low in her abdomen.
He had been skilled. Far too skilled. Just remembering the way he touched her made her skin tingle. Her body… wanted more.
That weakness bound her in place.
She wanted to be held again. That longing was the true reason she hadn’t fled. She waited here, ignoring protocol, risking exposure—all for that man.
A failure of a spy. What would the others think?
She curled her fingers into the sleeve of the coat he’d left behind, holding it tightly to her chest.
”I’m furious…” she muttered, voice low and shaking. “When he gets back, I’ll curse him until he can’t take it anymore.”
That was her decision.
If he dared show his face again, she’d unload all this irrational frustration on him. Would he get angry? Probably not. He didn’t seem like the type to raise a hand against a woman.
But then again… what if he snapped?
What if he suddenly turned violent—?
No. She shook her head quickly. Don’t think about that.
”Ugh… enough already!”
She buried her face in her hands. The self-loathing came in waves. She had been spiraling for a while now, unable to climb out.
Why did her heart stir so much for a Human?
As she clenched her jaw and felt that frustration boil again—*creak*—the sound of a door opening echoed from below.
”—!”
She froze.
Everything went still.
Her body tensed as her ears sharpened. Footsteps. Light, deliberate. No attempt to stay hidden. Judging by the weight, it was just one person.
Could it be…?
She reached out with her senses. No magical presence nearby. That alone confirmed it wasn’t the magic user from before.
”…Haa… haa…”
The breathing grew louder with each step. Ragged, desperate.
He’d been running.
If enemies were pursuing him, they wouldn’t allow him to come this far unnoticed. Which meant—he was alone.
He had returned.
She rose to her feet, brushed off her clothes, and straightened her posture.
Now was the time to slip back into her role.
She cleared her throat and layered her usual refined tone over her voice.
”Welcome back. You’re quite late returning home,” she said calmly as the door opened.
Through the small gap, she saw his figure.
So he had come back after all.
He looked relieved. Exhausted, but relieved.
”…Haa… haa…”
”You look awful,” she said, frowning slightly. “Like a drenched monkey. Were you being chased?”
Klock stumbled into the room, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Sweat clung to his face and dripped from his chin. His scent filled the air.
He was clearly running from something. But had he escaped cleanly?
”Ugh…”
”Here. Water,” she said, walking over to his bag and retrieving a bottle. “Calm yourself first.”
She turned her back, opening the pack they kept prepared in case of emergency. She spoke again, her tone sharper.
”You didn’t use concealment this time? Judging by the mess you are, you must’ve charged straight through—”
She paused.
A strange sound came from behind her.
Before she could react, arms wrapped around her waist.
”Wha—! What’s this supposed to be?” she asked, glaring over her shoulder. “Feeling clingy now that you’re back?”
He didn’t respond.
And he didn’t let go.
His arms held her tightly—too tightly. She frowned. He wasn’t usually like this.
”Hey, stop it. You’re sweaty and disgusting.”
Just as she tried to pull away, his hand grabbed her front, and the fabric tore.
”What are you doing?!”
She spun around.
And froze.
The look in his eyes—it wasn’t Klock.
His face was twisted, eyes glazed over, breathing uneven. He looked… wrong. Like he wasn’t all there.
Something about him was off. Very off.
”What exactly—”
Her words cut short as he grabbed her collar.
One yank—her robe tore open.
The cold air struck her skin. She instinctively covered herself, but his grip latched onto her wrists, prying them away.
”Wait! Stop! Sir Klock—what are you trying to—!”
Her voice trembled as she resisted, but his strength was unnatural.
In that moment, her instincts screamed.
This wasn’t just a bad joke. Something deeper, darker, was happening.
”Ouch!”
She was thrown onto the bed, landing hard as her rear hit the surface.
This wasn’t how a man should treat a woman—was he really planning to force himself on her? Even though words could’ve earned consent, he acted like he wasn’t even trying.
The toxin of the silent roper was known to trigger an unnatural surge of strength in those it drained. Even among Demonkin—naturally stronger than humans—it wasn’t surprising if someone lost control under its effect.
Klock was trying to restrain her with strength meant for emergencies. It wasn’t right.
”Hah… ugh!”
He collapsed under his own weight, but in the next moment, his body pressed down against hers. Her clothes shifted, and she felt something hard push against her lower stomach.
What… is this?
It was big. Clearly larger than what she’d seen that morning.
Could the poison have caused it to swell? Just looking at it made her throat tense, and the idea of where it might go made her heart pound with panic. It was too much. Something like that… it couldn’t go inside.
”Ugh, please calm down for a second… Stop rubbing it in!”
She tried to speak to him. Tried to issue a clear command.
But he didn’t hear. Or didn’t care. Over her clothes, he ground his body against her, rubbing that large, firm thing between them. Clear fluid leaked from the tip, staining her freshly changed clothing.
”Damn it, die, you horny monkey!”
Desperate, she kicked upward with all her strength, catching him right in the jaw. His head snapped back, and the distance between them widened.
Now’s the time!
Klock was an ally. But if he wasn’t in his right mind, she couldn’t afford to hesitate. It would be best to get away from the abandoned church and wait until he recovered.
She stood up quickly, stepped back, and leapt toward the exit.
”Eek──?!”
Just as she moved, something caught her ankle.
She lost balance instantly.
He was still awake—still conscious. The earlier blow hadn’t knocked him out after all.
She landed roughly on all fours, but before she could move, he dragged her back with one pull, grabbed the waist of her garments, and yanked them down without mercy.
”No! Let go! You pervert!”
It was reflex. Words flew from her mouth even though she knew they might be useless.
Her pants and underwear were pulled down together, and her legs tangled. Her reaction was too slow. In that instant, he covered her body completely.
His bare body pressed tightly against hers from behind.
”Hi?!”
A strange sound escaped her throat.
That thing—it was massive. Just from the way it pressed against her backside, she could tell how dense and heavy it was. It was hard, warm, and unmistakably real.
…It wasn’t something that could be inserted into a woman.
She needed to escape—now.
She wriggled and tried to move, but his arms wrapped around her tightly. He held her down, keeping her beneath him. His hips pushed forward again, pressing himself against her rear.
”Wait a second…”
She froze.
It wasn’t being inserted.
Instead, he began to move, rubbing along the outside of her backside.
He stroked between the flesh of her rear, slowly grinding—almost desperately. He didn’t go further. Only the pressure and friction remained.
…What? Was this… dirty self-pleasure? An ass job?
Her legs stayed clenched tight, unsure whether to move or stay still. Klock didn’t make any effort to take it further. He just kept moving against her skin, his breath heavy and warm against her ear.
Maybe he didn’t even understand what he was doing. His mind was cloudy from the poison. Whether female or male, maybe he couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Rubbing against her felt good to him—that was all.
So… if she could just wait until he finished like this…
She could endure this much. It wasn’t unbearable.
At the very least, it was far better than the alternative. If something like that actually entered her, she might break. No… it could tear her apart. That thing was huge—like a baby’s arm.
She had heard the poison did strange things.
Men died from it. Women could lose control of their bodies for hours. Some couldn’t even speak. It was useful in ambushes or kidnappings, but highly dangerous—because of its aphrodisiac and physical effects.
She never imagined she’d be attacked by someone under its influence.
He kept rubbing. Slowly. Like he was trapped in his own body, unaware of the world. His breathing was rough, trembling. She felt every motion.
”Mmm…”
At first, it was only fear.
But after a while, as his movements slowed and became more controlled, a different sensation emerged. A strange, ticklish feeling that grew with each push.
And then, something else. Something she didn’t expect.
He had been the first man she had allowed this kind of closeness with. Maybe that’s why… her fear began to fade. With his pace steady and pressure soft, her body began to relax.
Once the fear left… she noticed what remained.
She was being touched. Wanted.
Only her rear was exposed. Just enough clothing removed to allow what was happening. And if she relaxed her legs… everything could begin.
Thinking that brought a warmth to her stomach.
What would happen if she just loosened her legs?
The liquid smeared across her back and rear. It was wet and warm. And he kept going, grinding into her again and again—like he was trying to say something with his body.
He wasn’t trying to hurt her anymore.
Maybe he just needed a way to feel wanted. Maybe this was the only way his poisoned body could ask.
And little by little, the thought of refusing faded.
If he’d asked properly from the start… maybe she would’ve said yes.
Just a little contact, and her mind had already started to change.
His movements stayed shallow. But the base of his shaft began to brush near her entrance.
Just for a second. Just barely. But it was enough to make her focus narrow completely on that spot.
A little more… just one more inch…
Her hips shifted instinctively, chasing that pressure.
”――――Ah.”
She focused completely on the sensation between her thighs.
Without realizing it, she had become engrossed in what was happening. Eyes closed, breathing shallow, letting herself go with his movements.
And then Klock changed.
He released her wrists.
She blinked in surprise as he moved his hands—gripping her hips, spreading her rear apart with both hands.
Then he lined himself up.
And pushed.
”――Nnghhhhh!?”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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