Volume 3 Chapter 1 The Old Story＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”That hurts! What the hell do you think you’re doing, you idiot?” the boy snapped as he stepped back, rubbing his shoulder.
In the busy corner of the capital’s lively street, his voice echoed sharply.
”Eh? Ah, um… you bumped into me first,” the young woman stammered, looking away.
”What did you say, punk?” the boy growled, narrowing his eyes. “If you hit me, you should say sorry first! You want trouble?”
The boy, short with bright cyan hair, wore a calm but sharp face like a pretty boy’s, but his glare was serious. He shoved his hand into his pocket and moved closer as if reaching for something.
The woman’s eyes widened, fear washing over her face.
”S-sorry! I didn’t mean it!” she said quickly.
”Sorry doesn’t fix this! You broke my shoulder! What are you gonna do about it?” he demanded.
”N-no, I didn’t mean that…” she replied weakly.
”Hey, come here!” The boy grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a shadowed alley away from the busy street.
She shook her head, trying to pull away, but her voice was barely a whisper. Fear stopped her from resisting fully as she imagined what he might pull out of his pocket.
She glanced around, hoping someone might help, but the street was empty. Panic rose as she was dragged into the dark alley without a way out.
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”No, please! Stop!” the woman cried softly, pressing her hands against the cold wall.
”That’s it,” the man said quietly, his voice low and rough. “Just like that.”
In the silent alley, far from anyone’s sight, the woman’s soft sobs filled the air. Her hair fell over her face as she stood pressed against the wall, her skirt pushed up slightly.
The man behind her held her gently but firmly. She trembled but said nothing more, only begging silently with tears in her eyes. He looked down at her with a dark smile.
”You’re so soft and warm,” he murmured. “Better than I thought.”
He moved with quiet force, ignoring her small protests. Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows.
”Big bro, I didn’t find her wallet, but I found this magic quill. Should be worth something.”
The cyan-haired boy called out, rummaging through her bag for anything valuable.
”P-please, don’t take that! It’s very special to me,” the woman pleaded, turning to show her tear-streaked face.
The man behind her tightened his hold as her body reacted to her fear.
”Ah, she’s really feeling it,” he whispered, breathing hard. “Almost there.”
”I’m almost done,” he said, voice strained, still holding her waist firmly.
”Please, no! Not inside! I’m begging you!” she cried, voice shaking.
The boy chuckled softly and shook the quill in his hand before grabbing her hair gently, making her turn to face him.
”Hey, you owe me something,” he said quietly. “No more favors. You have a wallet, right? Hand it over.”
He lightly tapped her cheek with the quill. She quickly pulled out a small hemp bag from her pocket.
The boy snatched the bag before she could fully offer it.
”Hmm… two silver coins and a large copper one. Not bad,” he said. “Now, about what you asked—pick one: the pen or…”
He trailed off and took the coins, slipping them into his pocket. Then he threw the empty bag at her feet.
The woman’s eyes filled with tears as she watched it fall.
”Please, give me back the pen! It’s very precious to me!” she begged.
The boy smiled softly. “Looks like she’s okay with the other option, big bro,” he said.
The man behind her moved faster, his hands steady but firm.
”It’s coming,” he warned quietly. “Tighten up, quick.”
Thump, thump, thump.
The man finished quietly inside her, a stranger to her, while the woman remained silent, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks.
”Ah, ah, no… please don’t…” she whispered, trembling.
His presence was deep within her, uninvited yet lingering. The steady rhythm of his movement slowly came to an end as his release filled the space inside her, clinging stubbornly like it belonged there.
”It’s coming… it’s coming out… inside!” he muttered, voice strained.
Warm fluid flowed gently, drop by drop. He held her hips firmly, ensuring every last trace remained inside her. Though her will had no part in it, her body clenched tightly around him.
”Phew. That was a lot. You did well, big sister. Thanks for letting me,” he said, releasing a satisfied sigh.
Despite his force, he stroked her skin gently, savoring the afterglow as if it had been mutual.
”Ah, is it over? Then let’s go, big bro. I’m hungry,” the boy who had waited nearby said casually, cracking his neck as if his boredom had finally ended.
”Wait, aftercare’s important too. A real man doesn’t just pull out—he stays to soothe her afterward. You’d understand if you were a woman, right?” the man said, still touching her hips gently, still inside her.
When he called the boy a woman, the boy—actually a girl dressed like a boy—stepped forward with an annoyed look.
”Can’t help it, big bro. Move aside, you big softy!” she said, pushing the woman aside.
”Kya!” the woman gasped, still frozen against the wall.
With a soft sound, the man withdrew, now exposed to the cool air. The warmth he’d known vanished instantly, but before he could adjust, he was welcomed into another warm, soft place.
”Mmm… I’ll take care of you now…” the girl whispered as she knelt before him, gently taking him into her mouth.
”Whoa! Valerie…!” he gasped in surprise.
Her mouth held him carefully, her tongue moving with light, teasing motions. Small sighs escaped her lips as she worked slowly, stroking gently.
”Hey, hey. Cleaning isn’t supposed to be so… intense. Wait, hold on a moment,” he warned.
Clearly, this was more than just cleaning. He tried to stop her, but she didn’t listen, continuing with determined strokes. One hand gripped his waist while the other held him firmly at the base, showing she wasn’t letting go.
Her intent was clear: she wanted more—a second round. The man knew this well and tried to pull away, but he couldn’t escape her slender arms and soft mouth.
”Alright, alright! I get it! Just let go! I’ll do it later, okay? Right now—”
He tried to reason, but the woman had disappeared. Pushed aside by the girl, she was gone in an instant.
Suddenly, a voice called out urgently.
”Military police! Over here! This alley!”
”Huh?!” The girl stopped, releasing him, turning sharply.
It must be the woman who escaped and found help nearby.
”Damn, let’s run!” the man said quickly, scrambling to get dressed.
”Y-yes!” the girl agreed, panicked.
Footsteps approached fast. He hurried to fasten his clothes and dashed down the alley.
”I was careless, but we got paid, so it’s fine!” he muttered, brushing off the danger.
Being chased was nothing new to them.
”Bro, we got extra cash! How about we hit our usual spot? I’m starving!” the girl said, running alongside him, miming eating.
The man gave a thumbs-up.
”Sounds good! I’m hungry too. Steaks for two tonight!”
”Yes! Big Bro Klock is the best!”
Leaving the dark alley, the young thief siblings headed toward the lively night market, eager for a warm meal after a long day.
■Main Characters
Thief Brother Klock, 19 years old
A bold young man rising through the ranks, Klock uses every trick he knows to get close with girls. With a grin on his face and no shame in his stride, he’ll pull happy-looking girls into alleyways without mercy, chasing after something deep and intimate. But when he sees someone down on their luck, he turns oddly kind—giving out coins, treating them to warm food, or just listening. Because of that, he’s weirdly well-liked by poor folks, both guys and girls.
Some of the girls he’s helped before have offered themselves to him, but he never really paid much attention—his type has always been the big-chested kind. He’ll share a good time with a few, maybe, but once a girl starts to grow in a way he’s not into… that’s when he starts to back away.
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Valerie, 17 years old – Thief Girl and Little Sister Figure
Her bangs only cover half her forehead, and the rest of her hair barely touches her shoulders. She dresses like a boy, and with no curves to speak of, people usually mistake her for one too. Her hair and eyes are pale blue, and her attitude is sharp and fierce.
To her, Klock is “big bro” — her big brother in spirit. She sticks by him like shadow to flame. She knows what kind of girl he likes… and she knows she’s not it. But even so, she’d do anything to be the one by his side. Anything. From lending a hand in dirty jobs to going as far as it takes, she’s ready to help in ways no one else will.
Lately, she’s even gotten good at using sweet, filthy words to tease him. All just to get his eyes to turn her way, even for a second.
Notes:
• Valerie – Female. Klock’s younger thief sister, dressed like a boy. Her appearance is aqua-colored hair, slender, and youthful. She is loyal to her brother and acts as his accomplice. She is bold, sexually forward, and protective of her brother’s interests.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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