Volume 3 Chapter 9 Jessica*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After cremating the child’s body, I let Nier sleep in the portable shelter.
With that done, I headed straight for the single-story house where Torben lived. I took his money and the important documents, then finished him off.
Only one person remained: a young girl named Jessica.
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I restrained Jessica, who was asleep face-up on the bed, with a ‘Stone Ball’¹ and woke her up.
”‘Cure All’²“
”…Nn, nnn……”
”Awake already? Are you Jessica?”
”Huh? …What are you doing, just barging in like that!? Who the hell are you!?”
Late teens, I’d guess. Maybe.
She is a bratty receptionist with stubborn brows and a cheeky look in her eyes.
”Me? I am Ryuichi. I’m the one who came to kill you lot.”
”K-kill…? No, my hands, my feet—! What did you do!? Help me… No! Papa! Mama!”
”Calling for help is a waste of time. Your family are all dead together over there.”
”You’re lying… That’s a lie, isn’t it!? Papa! Mama! What about my uncle!? Isn’t Ben there!? Someone! Answer me!”
Jessica keeps screaming for help, but of course, nobody is coming.
”It can’t be helped. I’ll let you see them.”
I float the stone ball and bring Jessica into the living room.
I carry her over the bodies of the drowned, then face her toward the ground so she has to confront her family.
”Eh… everyone… they’re… dead…?”
”Get it now? You’re the last one left.”
”Ugh… ugh… uwaaaaah… uwaaaaaah.”
Jessica bursts into loud sobs as she stares at her family’s corpses.
While Jessica is crying, I practice my new magic.
I cast ‘Air Hammer’³ and shape it into a thin, long belt.
I lash the belt of compressed air against the wall.
After a few tries, I start getting a good sound out of it: whish, snap, snap.
As I keep practicing, I gain control over the intensity.
”Good. The air whip is ready.
’Air Whip’⁴, I guess I’ll call it.”
At some point, Jessica stops crying and stares at me with eyes full of terror.
”Oh, finally done with the waterworks?”
”What… what are you going to do to me…?”
”Not much. Just thought I’d return the favor for the child you whipped.”
”What are you… the Slave? …I was just disciplining it, I didn’t do anything wrong. Besides, it doesn’t matter what you do to a slave.”
”Is that so? Well then, it shouldn’t matter what I do to you, either. Because to me, you and the slave are the same.”
”That’s not the same…! I am a human! I’m not some slave! I’m a Free Citizen! Are you insane!? Do you think this is okay to do!? Just stop it already!”
I float the screaming Jessica into a spread-eagled position, facing me.
I pull a knife from the Interdimensional Space, and she lets out a small eep before falling silent.
I slice through her clothes, peeling them away until she’s stark naked.
White skin, a big ass.
Long legs, high waist.
She’s got a decent chest, too.
Typical build for a white woman.
I tap her cheek with the flat of the blade as I speak.
”What a fat ass you’ve got. You eating your fill while the slave starves?”
”Stop… please, let me go…”
”Not a chance. I won’t forgive you. ‘Air Whip’”
I lash her naked body with the belt of compressed air.
—Snap! Whish! Snap!
”Gyaaaah! It hurts! Gyaaaaaaaa!”
The skin I hit swells up bright red.
I watch the wounds carefully, adjusting the power so it’s just under the threshold of tearing the skin in one hit.
The second time I hit the same spot, the skin splits, and blood begins to flow.
Jessica screams in agony, her hair disheveled, her whole body trembling as she writhes.
”Gnnn! Gyaaaaah! Giiiiii—”
—Thud.
Every time she loses consciousness, I immediately snap her awake with magic.
”‘Cure All’”
”…Ugh… it hurts! Nooooo!”
I spin her around, whipping her entire body from the shoulders down.
No matter how much she screams or loses control of her bladder, I don’t let up.
”Right. That should cover every inch. Bit of a mess, but, well—it’s fine.”
Her body is swollen, a mass of angry red, with almost none of her white skin remaining.
She’s bleeding from everywhere.
If I left her like this, she’d die.
”……”
Jessica goes limp. She doesn’t move a muscle.
She doesn’t make a sound.
”‘Air Whip’”
”Agaaaaah!”
I whip her n**ple as a test, and she screams. She’s still conscious.
I manipulate the stone ball to lay her face up.
I spread-eagle her, open her legs as wide as they go, and float her at waist height, pulling her in close.
It’s a surprisingly clean cunt.
Since I haven’t whipped it, it’s untouched.
”Jessica, sorry to keep you waiting. Time for the main event.”
”………”
I unzip my pants and drive my hard-on into her.
Between the pain and everything else, she’s already slick inside.
My phallus is wrapped in soft, squishy flesh.
The v**inal wall clings to me, from the shaft to the glans.
When I pull back to withdraw, it feels like it’s sucking onto me, unwilling to let go.
”Hey, Jessica. You’re a shitty person, but you’ve got a hell of a body.”
”………”
No reaction.
Her neck has no strength in it.
Her head lolls back, swinging loosely as I thrust and move my hips.
She doesn’t utter a word.
I keep moving, looking down at her battered, red skin.
I grab her hips with both hands and slam my body into hers with everything I’ve got.
I pull out completely and drive myself back in, all the way to the hilt.
I’m slamming into her uterus with a heavy thud, thud.
A rhythmic slap-slap sound rings through the room.
I keep on driving into her, relentlessly.
My voltage is spiking.
I don’t want to draw this out much longer, so I might as well finish it.
I pause my hips and speak.
”Hey, Jessica. Look at me. Look at me.”
No response.
She’s staring off into space, her head dangling.
I reach out, grab her by the hair at the crown of her head, and force her to look at me.
Her eyes aren’t tracking.
Her ochre irises wander, then finally settle on my face.
Her lips move slightly.
She’s trying to say something.
I press my hips against her pubic bone, lean in, and bring our faces so close our noses touch.
I stir slowly inside her as I speak.
”Jessica. Can you hear me? How is it? Does it feel good?”
”………y………”
”…I see. Glad to hear it. Well, time to say goodbye. I’m going to shove your face into a sphere of water. You’re going to drown.”
”…plea…se…”
”Relax, you’ll be fine. I’m going to finish with you. I’ll fill you with my seed. Make sure you go with me, alright? Do you get it?”
”I… am… sor… ry…”
Jessica whispers the apology, squeezing out the last of her strength.
Her eyes are pleading for mercy.
I lift my torso and look down at her face, now a mess of tears, snot, and drool.
I shake my head, just a little, and cast the spell.
”‘Waterball’⁵“
”…………Poko.”
I surround her head in a sphere of water, my right hand still gripping her hair.
I keep her face toward me and begin to move my hips again.
Inside the sphere, Jessica looks at me, clinging to me with her eyes.
We stare into each other.
I keep thrusting.
She isn’t letting the air out yet.
She’s trying her hardest to hold her breath.
Suddenly, Jessica begins to thrash.
Her body ripples, like a great red snake coiling.
She’s fighting for her life.
I put my weight into it, pinning her down as I drive my phallus deep inside.
She twists her hips violently, grinding her cervix against my glans.
Thinking I might be able to break through, I thrust with a growl.
When there’s a hole, you want to fill it.
It’s the sad nature of a man.
It’s just a little bit more, but it’s so frustratingly close.
If I can just time this—
”—Kuh, damn it!”
She trapped me.
My glans was rubbed raw by her cervix, and the e**culation hit me all at once.
At this rate, she’s going to milk me dry before I’m ready.
I stop moving, clench my left hand into a fist, and swing it down into her stomach.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
”Jessica, you’re coming with me!”
”Bogooo! Gobo! Gobua!”
Jessica forces the air out.
Her abs clench, and her v**inal wall tightens around me with incredible pressure.
I throw everything I have into the final spurt.
I hone my phallus against her tight, contracting cunt.
”…Poko…………”
As Jessica finishes exhaling, the tension leaves her body.
She releases her grip on me.
Instead, her body starts to jerk—a series of intense, spasmodic twitches.
Every time I thrust, urine leaks from her urethra.
She stares at me from inside the sphere, her eyes vacant.
She’s losing consciousness.
I shake my right hand, still gripping her head, to signal her.
”Jessica! Here I come!”
I drive myself to the absolute back and unleash.
Her twitching walls gently draw out the last of the seed.
”…………Kopo.”
Jessica’s mouth releases one last, tiny bubble of air, her spasms stop, and her body goes completely limp.
I dispel the water and expose her face.
Her mouth is half-open, her eyes unfocused, staring at nothing.
She isn’t breathing.
Her heart has stopped.
She’s dead.
”There. You made it to the end with me.”
I talk to her dead face as I stir inside her, making sure every last drop is in there.
I pull out and open her up with my fingers; the white liquid drips out, drip, drip.
I lay her on the floor, stand over her, and look down.
A top-tier cunt.
Helga’s toy is good, but this… this was something else.
—Hm?
Is she… actually like that?
A thought strikes me, and I place a hand on her chest.
”Hm. Heart’s definitely stopped.
…Might as well, right?
’Extra Heal’⁶“
I cast the healing spell from her shoulders down.
The body was shrouded in a thin membrane of light, and the whip-inflicted wounds were beautifully restored to their original state.
Does healing magic work even after death?
Does this mean she isn’t completely dead yet?
I placed my hand on Jessica’s chest and felt her heartbeat return.
So, the body is still alive?
But Jessica wouldn’t wake.
I hadn’t cast any magic on her head, so was her brain still dead?
Could it be that the head would come back to life, too?
Her breathing had stopped entirely.
Even if the body were revived, it seemed she couldn’t resume breathing on her own.
I touched her body here and there.
She felt warm, just like a living person.
Well, that made sense.
Her heart was beating, after all.
I floated a rock sphere to prop Jessica up in a “banzai” pose and viewed her entire body from a distance.
”Now that I look closely…”
She had quite a body on her.
And such an endearing face.
She had a glamorous physique topped with a small face.
Her brows were bowed and elegant, her eyes drooping slightly at the corners.
Her small, puckered lips reminded me of a tiny octopus.
Her nose was straight but not particularly high for a white woman.
Her jawline was sharp, yet it also carried a hint of softness.
The face that had once looked so headstrong and impudent had become serene in death.
The lack of tension made her look thirty percent more attractive.
Hmm, looking at her like this, she might actually be a decent woman.
I liked that her n**ples were light in color, almost pink.
I inserted a finger into her slightly parted lips to open her mouth.
A sticky, soft tongue brushed against my finger.
Ho, her teeth were well-aligned, too.
Looks like she kept up with her toothbrushing.
Hmm…. Well, she had paid for her sins by dying once.
Perhaps I’d keep her by my side and have her pay off the rest.
”Hey, Jessica. Have you reflected on the cruel things you did to that child? I’m burning this place down now, but if you’ve truly reflected, I don’t mind taking you with me.”
”……………”
There was no answer.
Jessica’s eyes looked at me, yet they didn’t see me.
Hmm, well, I’ll forgive her.
She seemed to have reflected a bit before she died, anyway.
”From now on, why don’t you try living with me as a ‘living Dutch wife’? …No, that sounds wrong, given that you’re dead. Let me rephrase. Why don’t you try dying with me as my living Dutch wife?”
What is a dead living Dutch wife, anyway?
I didn’t quite get it even as I said it.
Well, whatever.
She was the type where you couldn’t tell if she was alive or dead anyway.
No, she was definitely dead.
”……………”
Jessica didn’t seem to have any objections.
Perhaps she was secretly happy about it deep down.
Well, even if she was dead.
Alright, I’d take her.
I didn’t think I’d use a living Dutch wife that often, but there’s a certain peace of mind in having one on hand in a pinch.
”I see, Jessica. I understand your feelings well. Since you’re so insistent, I’ll take you along. ‘Interdimensional Magic’”
I stored Jessica in the Interdimensional Space.
Inside, the temperature remained constant, and there was no decay.
She could be kept in a state that looked alive forever.
It wouldn’t do to bring her out into the open world.
When I wanted to play with Jessica, I’d just have to enter the Interdimensional Space with her.
”Now then. Time to clean up.”
I washed my phallus with water, cast ‘Cure All’, and pulled my trousers back on.
I took Ben’s corpse out of the Interdimensional Space and lined everyone up on the floor.
I dispelled the rock spheres and erased the traces of the restraints.
”You lot. Be grateful to Nier that you were able to die easily.”
If she hadn’t stopped me, I wouldn’t have let them off this lightly.
Considering the crimes they had committed, killing them over and over wouldn’t have been enough.
Well, I suppose I’m a mass murderer myself, so that made me no better.
”‘Ice Sphere’ ‘Fire Breath’”
Protected inside a thick sphere of ice, I projected flames to burn the house from the inside out.
Within seconds, the interior was engulfed in fire.
I dispelled the ‘Ice Shield’ I had reinforced the front door with and broke my way out.
From a short distance away, I dispelled the ‘Ice Sphere’ and landed on the ground.
I looked back at the house; the flames were already consuming the entire structure.
The fire had even spread to the doghouse next to the entrance.
”…………”
I stared blankly at the burning house.
It was over.
The search for Nier’s daughter, the revenge for Mia.
If only I had been able to save Mia, how much better things would have been.
Nier crying with joy, a child clinging to her mother, feeding them until they were full, dressing them in fine clothes….
Pointless fantasies drifted through my mind.
I couldn’t change Mia’s tragic fate.
A small sigh escaped my lips.
”…Now then. Time to wake Nier and head back.”
But even so, I wanted to believe that I had at least changed Nier’s fate.
I turned on my heel and began walking toward the portable shelter where Nier was sleeping.
Without looking back.
Thinking only of the future I would walk with her.
From behind, amidst the roar of the fire, I heard something collapse with a sharp crack.
”…I haven’t forgotten, have I?”
A flicker of anxiety made me stop.
”Hmm……… Yeah, it’s fine.”
I plunged my right hand into the Interdimensional Space, confirming the sensation that she was indeed there.
I started walking again.
Washing the s**men off my right hand with water.
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Summary:
The protagonist revives Jessica and stores her in an Interdimensional Space to serve as a ‘living Dutch wife.’ He burns down the house to dispose of Ben and the other corpses, effectively concluding his mission. As he walks away to retrieve Nier, he confirms Jessica remains secured, lingering on the weight of his failures.
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Trivia:
- The exact temperature maintained within the Interdimensional Space
- The specific architectural layout of the burning house
- The internal thoughts of Nier during the house fir
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Character Insight:
The protagonist exhibits a shift from clinical observation to a perverse sense of ownership over the reanimated Jessica, while maintaining a detached nihilism regarding his own history as a mass murderer.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese woman with long black hair and refined features, she carries a motherly warmth despite profound trauma from the slave trade. Devoted to her captor, Ryuichi, she manages domestic and scholarly tasks while acting as a protector for other rescued children. Devastated by the tragic death of her daughter, Mia, she remains a soft-spoken, surrogate figure to those she nurtures.
• Torben – A Free Citizen who operates a slave-trading business out of a red-roofed, single-story house outside the city walls of Niver. He justifies his actions through the social stratification of slavery before being bound and executed by Ryuichi.
• Jessica – A woman with a glamorous physique and a small face. She features bow-shaped brows, eyes drooping at the corners, and small, puckered lips. Her nose is straight and her jawline is sharp with soft contours. She is currently in a state of reanimated death.
• Ryuichi – Poison Snake is a 40-year-old, bearded Japanese silver-class adventurer and sorcerer. Driven by calculated pragmatism to protect his family, he masters earth, spatial, healing, and blue fire magic. While he views his dependents, Nier and Helga, as tools, he defends them with lethal rage. He effectively leverages noble connections to dismantle criminal rings, balancing ruthless justice with survival.
• Ben – Struan’s son and Torben’s nephew, this young man served as a callous guide at their base, assisting in the family’s slave-trading enterprise. After confessing to his role in Mia’s death, he was bound by Stone Ball magic and drowned by Ryuichi. His corpse was later stored in the Interdimensional Space as a trophy of the protagonist’s retribution.
• Helga – A former Adventurer’s Guild receptionist, this doll-like, raspy-voiced woman with blonde hair and silver eyes is Ryuichi’s doted-on companion. Once bratty and high-energy, she now assists with household tasks, horse care, and the bathing of rescued children. Known to John, Reina, and Ryuichi, she balances her domestic duties with a love for meat snacks, always wearing her signature fluffy gown.
• Mia – A deceased child whose tragic fate serves as the primary catalyst for the protagonist’s actions.
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