The Disappeared XX Brought My Child – Volume 1

 

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Serpent Spirit

The hero, Sascha, was strong.

From the moment she first held a sword at the age of five, to the time she joined the hunt against monstrous beasts, and finally when she severed the head of the evil dragon Kalseus—there had never been an obstacle she couldn’t overcome.

But today, for the first time, Sascha was tasting powerlessness.
And it was because of the man standing right before her.

He was more beautiful than anyone else at the banquet.
His fair skin, untouched by any powder, was as smooth as glass. In contrast, his jet-black hair, absorbing all light, created a striking duality. His long legs, combined with his naturally towering height, made him appear even taller. His silent steps were graceful, and the hand he extended toward Sascha was more delicate than that of a musician.

No genius artist could ever hope to capture such a face—it was almost otherworldly. Yet, despite his refined features, his broad shoulders and solid build unmistakably marked him as a man.

His small face turned toward Sascha, was perfectly proportioned, with no unnecessary space between his features. And he was even more breathtaking than the waltz filling the banquet hall.

“We have a child.”

However, the words from those lovely lips were far from as beautiful as their owner.

“…What nonsense are you saying?”

On instinct, Sascha glanced downward. Her stomach, having not touched a single bite of banquet food, remained lean and toned.

Has my body been acting strangely lately?

Sascha sifted through recent days in her memory, then slightly shook her head. Her digestion and sleep patterns had been the same as always. There was no news of her cycle yet, but given its usual irregularity, that wasn’t particularly unusual.

“If you’re going to spout nonsense, at least make it believable. I know my own body.”

Even at Sascha’s sharp words, the man didn’t argue. Instead, he simply smiled in silence. Every time his lips curved, his dark hair swayed softly.

“Yes, of course. The child is with me, after all.”

“…What are you talking about?”

Sascha, momentarily flustered, furrowed her brows. A child that didn’t even exist? How absurd. It was more ridiculous than the wild rumors on the streets.

It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t possibly—
No.

Sascha’s vision darkened.

“……”

The man watched the speechless Sascha, his amber eyes curving into a satisfied arc.

At the same time, his black pupils elongated into narrow slits.

Like a reptile.

* * *

For years, Sascha had lived as a guardian of the mountains—hunting the monstrous beasts that preyed on humans, tending to the forest, and embracing the solitude of the deep, uninhabited wilderness.

That day was no different from any other.

After making her usual rounds through the mountains, Sascha returned home, only to find a cat playing near her doorstep, tapping at something on the ground with its paw.

“Well, aren’t you having fun… huh?”

Watching the cat, she suddenly realized that the object it was toying with wasn’t just some ordinary item. What she had mistaken for a string was, in fact, a thin, black snake—so slender that it was even thinner than the cat’s tail.

It must have suffered for a long time. Patches of its scales were missing, and blood seeped from numerous small and large wounds along its battered body.

The snake was so weak that it didn’t even try to resist. It was obvious that left alone, it wouldn’t survive much longer.

A guardian of the mountains was not meant to interfere with the natural order. It was an unspoken rule to let the cycle of life and death take its course.

But Sascha was not cold-hearted enough to leave a dying creature to its fate.

“No, stop that.”

She pulled the snake away, and the cat let out a disgruntled meow in protest. But when Sascha refused to return its toy, the feline quickly lost interest and wandered off.

Holding the snake in her hands, she examined its condition. The poor thing lay limp, its long, tattered body dangling lifelessly. Its eyes were clouded, unfocused—barely conscious.

“You’re really on the verge of death, aren’t you?”

Sascha carried the snake inside her home. She carefully treated its wounds, applying medicine to the worst of them. The creature barely reacted, only twitching slightly now and then. It had suffered too much to even struggle.

Once she finished tending to it, Sascha placed the snake in a small wooden box.

“It’s a bit cramped, but just bear with it for now.”

She whispered as she closed the lid. The frail creature was pitiful, barely able to hold itself together. But there was nothing more she could do for it.

Sascha lingered for a moment, staring at the box before sighing and retreating to her room.

She could only hope that, by tomorrow, the snake would be strong enough to survive.

Sascha woke up to the faint morning light filtering through the windows. When she stepped into the living room, she noticed the lid of the wooden box was open. Next to it, the black snake lay curled up.

As she approached, the snake lifted its head, reacting to the vibrations of her footsteps. Its once-dull eyes were now sharp and alert, and there wasn’t a single scratch left on its body. The smooth black scales gleamed under the light.

Where did all the wounds go?

Sascha rubbed her eyes and looked again. The snake was completely unscathed. Its recovery was beyond anything she had ever seen in an ordinary animal. It stretched its body, almost like it was loosening up after a long rest.

Is it going to attack?

Sascha gripped the broom beside her, watching cautiously. But instead of raising its head aggressively like a viper, the snake rolled over onto its back, exposing the wide scales on its underside.

“Are you hurt…?”

It was rare for a healthy wild animal to expose its belly to a stranger, making Sascha uneasy. She knelt down to check its condition, but the moment she leaned in, the snake suddenly lifted its head and coiled around her arm.

“Ah!”

Startled, she let out a sharp cry. She instinctively reached for its neck to pry it off, but before she could, the snake rubbed its face against her palm. It was an affectionate gesture, almost like a puppy seeking attention.

Realizing it had no intention of attacking, Sascha hesitated and took a closer look. Its sleek black scales were smooth like silk, and its eyes, shaped like almonds, lacked the menacing slit pupils of a viper. Instead, they were round and soft, giving it an unexpectedly gentle appearance.

Contrary to the fierce image she had of snakes, this one was surprisingly… cute.

Curious, she reached out with her other hand and gently scratched its chin. The snake stretched its neck forward, seeming to enjoy it. Everything about its behavior was more like a dog or a cat than a snake.

“You’re really tame, huh?”

At her words, the snake coiled its tail around her arm and rubbed against it like a purring cat. It still looked a little eerie, but its affectionate actions made her less wary of it.

“You like me that much?”

She murmured playfully, stroking its head. It was just idle talk—after all, snakes didn’t have ears. But to her surprise, the snake stared at her and gave a slow, deliberate nod.

…Is this thing actually a beast, not an animal?

The thought crossed her mind, but she quickly brushed it aside with a sigh. Even the weakest magical beasts weren’t weaker than a cat. If this snake really was one, there was no way it would have been toyed with by a housecat.

“I must be lonelier than I thought, talking to a snake like this. It almost feels like you’re answering me.”

She gently unwrapped the snake from her arm and stood up. It was about time to start her day.

This mountain range bordered the territory once ruled by the evil dragon Kalseus. After a long war, the dragon had been defeated, and most of its underlings had been killed or scattered. But every now and then, remnants of its army still attacked nearby villages, so Sascha made a habit of patrolling the mountains in the morning.

She gathered her gear and opened the door, only for the snake to dart toward her. Moving quickly, she shut the door before it could slip outside.

“Even if you look fine, you might not be fully healed. Just stay inside and rest.”

She spoke gently, trying to reason with it. The snake paused, then slithered back to the center of the room, its eyes glinting with understanding.

Does it actually understand me?

The thought was unsettling, but at least it seemed to be listening. With that, Sascha stepped outside, leaving the mysterious snake behind.

* * *

The forest was peaceful, filled with the sound of birds chirping. There were no wandering beasts today, which was a relief.

Sascha spent the day removing illegal traps and gathering fruit. She also collected herbs for the unexpected guest back at her cabin. By the time she was done, the sky had begun to darken.

As she packed up her things and lifted her head, she noticed something strange. Smoke was rising in the distance.

“Which fool is it this time?”

Clicking her tongue, she narrowed her eyes. This area was known for frequent beast appearances, which was why there were no other settlements besides her own cabin.

Her place was protected by a barrier, so there was no real danger, but making an open fire in the forest was reckless. The heat could easily attract beasts. She hurried her steps to help whoever was being careless.

But as she moved, her expression grew tense. The smoke was coming from the direction of her cabin.

What the hell…?

She wasn’t cooking anything, so there was no reason for a fire.

Her unease grew when she spotted her cabin from a distance. The windows, which should have been dark, were glowing with warm light.

Did someone break in?

Gripping her sword, Sascha approached cautiously. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard rustling sounds. Someone was inside, moving around.

She tightened her grip on the hilt and counted in her head.

Three, two, one—

“Who’s there?!”

She kicked open the door.

But the first thing she saw wasn’t an intruder. It was her own living room, spotless and filled with warmth.

The once-cold space was tidy, and the air carried the rich scent of food.

Lifting her gaze, she saw the kitchen was nothing like it had been that morning. The dining table, which had only taken up space, was now covered with a beige cloth and stacked with all kinds of dishes.

The smoke outside had come from the hearth, where a man stood wearing a white shirt and an apron.

For a moment, Sascha just stood there, her mouth slightly open. Before she could process the situation, the unfamiliar man turned to her and greeted her casually.

“You’re back.”

His audacity left her at a loss for words. She scanned his face, wondering if he was someone she knew, but no matter how much she searched her memory, she had never seen him before.

If I had, there’s no way I would have forgotten a face like that.

She found herself admiring him despite herself.

He was, without a doubt, the most handsome man she had ever seen.

His nose was tall and well-defined, his lips held a natural rosy hue, and his long eyelashes fluttered gently whenever he blinked, like the wings of a butterfly.

His amber eyes, partially hidden beneath black hair, shimmered like gemstones, shifting to a deep reddish hue depending on the angle. The warm light in them made them even more captivating.

If not for his towering height and broad shoulders, she might have mistaken his gender.

“Was the trip back difficult?”

His voice was as mesmerizing as his face—deep and smooth, melting into her ears.

Sascha snapped out of her daze.

He must’ve wandered through the mountains to get here, right?

She had met plenty of lost travelers in her time as a mountain guardian. Usually, they were disheveled, their clothes wrinkled from wandering, their shoes caked in mud, their hair damp with sweat.

But this man—he looked as if he had just stepped out of a noble’s residence.

Unlike the usual lost travelers who wandered into the mountains, the man standing in her home was far too clean. His trousers were spotless, and his crisp white shirt didn’t have a single wrinkle.

His pristine appearance only made Sascha more suspicious. She narrowed her eyes and asked.

“Who are you?”

“I am Aderton.”

She scoffed. That wasn’t what she had asked. Gripping the hilt of her sword, she pressed further. “I meant, why are you here?”

Aderton didn’t answer right away. Instead, he smiled leisurely and pulled out a chair for her.

“Why don’t we discuss it over dinner? I’ve already prepared a meal.”

“Why the hell would I eat food made by a stranger who broke into my house?”

“Well, it is dinner time, isn’t it?”

His casual response made Sascha’s brow twitch in irritation. Of all the things to say, a trespasser lecturing her about mealtimes was absurd. She rubbed her temple, unsure where to even begin reprimanding him, when she suddenly noticed something was missing.

The black snake with yellow eyes.

Had it been startled by the noise and hidden somewhere? But there weren’t many places to hide in her sparsely furnished home. No matter where she looked, it was nowhere to be found.

“You. Did you see a black snake around here?”

“A snake?”

“Yes. About this big, pitch black.”

Aderton tilted his head slightly, as if thinking, but there was something off about his expression. His narrowed eyes and the slight curl of his lips seemed suspicious.

“Now that you mention it, I might have seen something scurry out when you opened the door. But who knows?”

The moment he spoke, Sascha rushed outside, scanning the dark forest. The deepening night made it hard to see anything. She checked the bushes, but it was pointless—finding an animal that had already disappeared into the wild was nearly impossible.

Will it be okay?

After pacing for a while with no luck, she sighed and returned inside.

Before she could process her frustration, Aderton had pulled out a chair for her and gently guided her into it. His movements were so swift and fluid that she barely registered what had happened.

He gestured toward the table.

“Eat before it gets cold.”

Not only had he broken into her house, but he had taken out her cookware and cooked an entire meal without permission. His sheer audacity left her speechless. She glared at him, but he only smiled back, completely unfazed.

“Don’t worry about the taste. My cooking could rival that of the imperial chefs.”

He even handed her a set of utensils as if he had every right to be there. Sascha swatted his hand away and snapped.

“Who the hell are you?”

“As I said before, my name is Aderton.”

“Do you think I care about your name? Get out of—”

At that moment, a loud growl echoed through the room.

Sascha froze.

Another, even louder rumble followed.

Her stomach.

Aderton widened his eyes in surprise before politely turning his head, pretending not to have heard. That only made it worse. The sheer smugness of his silent reaction was infuriating.

Sascha clenched her fists, but before she could say anything, Aderton gestured toward the food again.

“It won’t taste as good once it gets cold.”

“……”

“I put my heart into making it.”

“Who are you?” she muttered, her patience wearing thin.

“If you eat, I’ll tell you.”

His voice was gentle, but his words were firm. It was clear he had no intention of answering until she complied.

In the end, Sascha reluctantly picked up the spoon.

Whatever his scheme is, it won’t work on me.

She was a swordmaster, someone who had reached the peak of swordsmanship. She was also well-versed in handling mana and could neutralize most poisons with ease.

Despite his sturdy build, there wasn’t the slightest trace of energy from Aderton. He was just an ordinary man. As a swordmaster who climbed mountains daily and hunted beasts, Sascha was confident she could take him down with just two fingers if necessary.

Still suspicious, she lifted a spoonful of soup.

Unlike the strange man, the food was perfectly normal. No, more than that—it was excellent. She had planned to just wet her lips and continue interrogating him, but before she knew it, she had swallowed her first bite.

By the time she came to her senses, half the dishes on the table were already empty.

She hadn’t even thought to offer him any and had devoured it all like a starving animal. Embarrassed, Sascha fanned her warm face with her hand before turning to Aderton.

“Why aren’t you eating? You should have some too.”

“I’m fine.”

“You made it, didn’t you? How do I know you didn’t use something spoiled or strange?”

“For someone who’s worried, you’ve already eaten half of it.”

His tone was soft, but he didn’t back down in the slightest. Scowling, Sascha covered her mouth with one hand and shoved a plate toward him with the other.

“Eat.”

Eventually, Aderton relented and picked up a knife and fork. He hesitated briefly before slicing into the meat. The moment the tiny piece entered his mouth, his expression stiffened.

It was fleeting, barely a flicker of discomfort, so Sascha didn’t catch it.

With both of them eating, the meal quickly disappeared. Once they finished, Sascha took a sip of water and finally asked, “So why did you come all the way into this mountain?”

“To repay a favor.”

“A favor? What favor?”

Even as she pressed him for answers, Aderton only smiled vaguely, skillfully dodging the important questions.

Sascha’s brows furrowed. Is he being deliberately evasive?

‘Does he know who I am?’

She had once been the hero who slew the evil dragon. After the war, she rejected wealth and power and chose to disappear into the mountains.

Everyone she had known back then was either dead or far away. She had no family, no friends, and not even the emperor knew her whereabouts.

She had made an effort to avoid contact with people, keeping conversations to a minimum even when she occasionally visited the village. There was no way Aderton could have known her identity.

‘Did we cross paths when I went to the village?’

She studied him closely but quickly shook her head. If she had seen him before, she would have remembered. Not only was he strikingly handsome, but people in this region were few and far between.

As she wondered how to draw out the truth, Aderton suddenly spoke with a serious expression.

“I’m capable of handling various tasks with great proficiency. I have experience as an aide, so I’m familiar with law, administration, and taxation. I’m also fluent in multiple languages, including ancient ones.”

Without warning, he started listing off his qualifications.

Even as Sascha stared at him with blatant disbelief, he continued unfazed.

“I’ve studied medicine and can perform minor treatments. I’m well-versed in herbalism and can identify medicinal plants and mushrooms that grow in the mountains. Cooking is my specialty—I can prepare dishes from various cuisines. Oh, and I also know how to prepare pufferfish.”

“…Pufferfish?”

Where did that come from?

Her confusion was evident on her face.

She had heard in the village that noble families had developed a craze for exotic seafood, causing a shortage of fish, but that was a problem in the capital. It had nothing to do with a remote mountain where even rabbits hesitated to tread.

“So, with all those skills, why are you here?”

“……”

When she finally cut to the point, Aderton shut his mouth again. No matter how much she prodded, he refused to answer, showing no intention of budging.

Sascha sighed.

‘Fine. If he came all the way to this treacherous mountain range, he must have his reasons.’

Even though it was the only cabin in the deep mountains, it was still private property. Sascha had no obligation to shelter lost travelers, but she always ended up giving them a place to stay with a sigh.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

She would be sending him down the mountain in the morning anyway. Asking more questions would just be a waste of time.

“I’m going to wash up. Sleep on the sofa or wherever you want. There are blankets in the wardrobe of the small room if you get cold.”

With that, she stood up and headed toward the bathroom. Halfway there, she let out a small ‘ah’ and gestured to the corner of the room.

“The safe is over there.”

“…What?”

“The passcode is 0000. If you were thinking about it, just take what you want. But leave the safe behind—I don’t feel like buying a new one.”

Before Aderton could respond, the bathroom door shut.

“…Did she just treat me like a thief?”

For the first time, the ever-present smile disappeared from Aderton’s lips. He stood frozen, staring at the closed door. But there was no one to answer his murmured words.

When Sascha came out of the bathroom, the first thing she noticed was the dimly lit room, illuminated only by candlelight.

Did he leave? Or is he asleep?

Her question was answered when she spotted Aderton sitting at the dining table.

“You’re still up?”

The table was decorated with small candles and ornaments. A vase held a single red flower, its scent faintly sweet in the air.

“I couldn’t sleep before my benefactor did.”

“I’m no benefactor.”

Aderton only smiled in response, as unreadable as ever. Instead of pressing him further, Sascha pointed at the unfamiliar bottle on the table.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, I found something nice in your storage.”

Holding up a bottle of wine, he gave a half-lidded smile.

Did I have something like that?

Before she could recall, Aderton poured a glass and placed it in front of her. His effortless gesture made it clear he was used to offering drinks.

Well, it’s not like we’ll see each other again after tonight. No harm in a drink.

Sascha accepted the glass.

The first sip carried a subtle peppery aroma and a hint of bitter chocolate.

They drank while making light conversation, and before they knew it, the bottle was empty. Aderton fetched more from storage, and as they continued, the warmth of the alcohol settled in.

Blinking slowly, Sascha reached for the wine bottle to refill her glass.

“Ah.”

Her grip slipped. The bottle tipped, and red wine spilled onto her chest.

Aderton reacted immediately, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing at the stain.

“Are you alright?”

Despite his quick action, her clothes were already soaked.

Sascha, feeling his careful touch, murmured, “You do realize that’s my chest you’re touching.”

Aderton’s hand froze. A moment later, he jolted back as if burned.

“I—I apologize. That wasn’t my intention…”

“Wasn’t your intention?”

Sascha barely held back a grin, intentionally dragging out the words to tease him. Aderton, his face turning red, waved his hands in frantic denial.

She had assumed that, with a face like his, he was no stranger to flirting. But seeing his flustered reaction was unexpectedly endearing.

What should I do?

He would be gone by morning anyway.

The alcohol whispered in her ear, suggesting a night of indulgence.

“Well, looks like I’ll need another bath.”

Sascha reached for his chin, her thumb brushing against his lips. His skin was rougher than expected, calloused from years of use.

His mouth was beautiful, but when she traced his teeth with her fingertip, she noticed something unexpected—his canines were unusually sharp.

Intrigued by the contrast between his elegant appearance and these small, hidden traits, she leaned in and whispered,

“Take it off.”

“Do you… even know what you’re saying right now?”

“Hmm… seducing you?”

Sascha tilted her head back and laughed. Aderton’s face shifted between red and pale as he avoided her gaze, downing his drink like water. The deep red wine slid down his throat, the aged alcohol strong enough to burn on the way down. He coughed as it caught in his throat.

Sascha smirked and shoved him lightly against the table. His chest beneath her hands was firm, just as she had expected. Unlike her, whistling in amusement, Aderton’s expression stiffened.

“…You’re drunk.”

His hands hovered in the air, neither pushing her away nor pulling her closer. He looked neither pleased nor terrified—just absurdly caught off guard.

‘Huh. So that’s not what he came here for?’

Sascha had assumed Aderton had some reason beyond just getting lost in the mountains. Otherwise, why would a grown man willingly enter the home of a woman alone in the woods?

Some past guests at her cabin had occasionally given her suggestive glances, but none had looked like Aderton. Not that it mattered—she had always snapped at them to shut up and go to sleep.

Yet, Aderton just blinked up at her, stiff as a board.

Seeing that he was still too tense to relax, Sascha patted his rigid shoulder and climbed off him. It had been half a joke from the start, anyway.

“Forget it. I was messing with you. What would I even do with a guy who trembles at the slightest touch?”

“…”

“A grown man shouldn’t be throwing around words like ‘repaying a favor’ and then casually staying at a stranger’s house. And especially not around here—there are magical beasts that can turn into humans. You should be more careful.”

She buttoned up his loosened shirt, her touch firm but not unkind. Aderton stared up at her with an unreadable expression.

“It’s late. Get some rest. I’ll take you down the mountain tomorrow.”

As she turned to leave, something tugged at the hem of her clothes, halting her movement.

She glanced back.

Aderton was holding onto her sleeve.

“I didn’t come here with that intention, but…”

“…”

“If that is the kind of favor you want repaid… what will you do?”

His eyes bore into hers, burning with an intensity she hadn’t seen before. It was the look of a beast—waiting for permission, holding itself back, but ready to pounce at the smallest signal.

When she didn’t answer, he took her hand and pressed his palm against hers, interlocking their fingers. His grip was firm, the heat of his skin nearly scorching.

Then, his lips brushed against the back of her hand. The heat lingered like a searing brand.

“You said a grown man shouldn’t enter a stranger’s house so easily,” he murmured, voice steady but thick with something deeper.

“Then you must also know that teasing a man intentionally isn’t wise either.”

“Oh? And what happens if I do?”

“Shall I show you?”

Sascha leaned against the table with a smirk.

Between her legs, she could already feel his hardness pressing against her. Even now, he was still a man.

It was almost laughable. Even if she had been a man herself, someone like him would still react this way.

Raising her arms, she draped them over his shoulders, whispering against his ear,

“Go ahead. I’ve got nothing to lose here. It’s not every day you meet a man like you in a place like this.”

“You’re beautiful, too.”

She chuckled.

“Flattery, even if it’s empty, is nice to hear.”

“It’s not empty.”

She almost laughed again.

The way he was running his mouth just to get her into bed was amusing.

Sascha knew exactly how rough she looked. The last time someone had called her ‘cute’ had been when she was a child.

And after the long scar had carved its way across her face—from her left cheek to the bridge of her nose—not a single person had dared to utter such words again.

‘At least he didn’t scream. That’s a relief.’

Sascha was used to people flinching when they saw her face. On the streets, it was common for strangers to avert their eyes or quickly walk away the moment their gazes met.

Without much expectation, she casually tapped Aderton’s face.

Aderton brushed back Sascha’s thick, crimson hair before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. The unexpected intruder parted her lips, his tongue wrapping around hers, coaxing and pulling as if refusing to let go.

What started as a light kiss deepened, growing more intense, until she found herself short of breath.

When she tried to pull away, loosening the arms she had wrapped around his shoulders, his hand suddenly cradled the back of her neck, holding her in place. As if unwilling to let even the slightest distance form between them, he clung to her, refusing to let go.

“Hah… mmh… ngh—!”

“Breathe through your nose.”

In the end, when Sascha smacked his chest hard with both hands, the man stepped back. Aderton, who had been offering advice in a laughter-laced voice, clung to Sascha again. His thick hands had already slipped downward before she knew it, yanking both her pants and underwear down to the middle of her thighs in one motion. That was when Aderton dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, with a pussy right in front of me, how could I not lick it?”

“W-Wh-What?”

Sascha was startled by the unexpectedly blunt words and stammered. Aderton, unfazed, touched her private parts. With little body hair, it was soft like that of a child who had not yet passed puberty.

“Everywhere else is so skinny, but this part is plump. How cute.”

“W-What… Ah!”

Aderton, who had been caressing the mound, spread it open with his fingers. Then, without giving any chance to resist, he buried his mouth into it. His thick, long tongue plunged inside.

The foreign object that had invaded the inside sharpened its tip and stabbed at the inner walls.

The opponent before her eyes was human, and yet it felt as if she were being swallowed whole by a beast—no, by a snake.

Aderton rubbed his tongue and slid a finger inside.

Each time his long, thick finger stirred the inner walls, a strange sensation washed over her. Her legs lost strength, and her posture wavered. Noticing this, Aderton lightly smacked her bare skin.

“Ahk!”

“Keep your legs straight. I’m not going to show you properly.”

“Hmph… You…!”

“It’s so moist. How many men are you trying to seduce?”

“Ah, ugh, s-stop.”

“…”

“Don’t do it. It’s dirty!”

No matter how much she hit or pushed, the man didn’t budge. Just moments ago, he had seemed to falter under the slightest force—it felt like a lie now.

With each movement, his writhing tongue and fingers sapped all the strength from Sascha’s body, leaving her unsteady.

Then, Aderton went even further, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder and sucking more intensely.

Even with her ears covered, the lewd, wet sounds still reached her. Her back was pressed against the table, her front trapped by the man. No matter how much she wanted to escape, there was nowhere to run.

“Please, stop… ugh, I don’t want this.”

“Haa…”

“Ah, no… go away. I said go!”

Something felt wrong down below. It was hotter than searing iron, and inside, it squirmed like a worm on wet ground.

Overwhelmed by the strange sensation, Sascha pushed against Aderton with all her might, but he remained unmoved.

The heat only intensified, and then, all at once, liquid gushed from deep within her.

“This is why I told you to let me out…”

“Ahahaha!”

Completely drenched as if water had been poured over him, Aderton laughed frivolously, oblivious to his partner’s turmoil. His red tongue flicked out, licking the dampness from the corners of his lips.

“Did it feel good? Enough to spill yourself all over a stranger’s face?”

“…….”

“I enjoyed it.”

Is he even human?

Something about his unhinged expression sent a wave of unease through Sascha, making her instinctively recoil. His polite speech remained unchanged, but everything else about him felt like a completely different person.

And his eyes… They weren’t the same as before.

This bastard—his eyes are completely gone.

“Uh… it’s late. Shouldn’t we just call it a night?”

“My cock feels all thick and knotted. Help me loosen it.”

He sprang to his feet and loosened his waistband.

Without hesitation, his member emerged from beneath his undergarments, and Sascha let out a startled scream.

“A-Are you even human…?”

It was far larger than any normal standard. His erection stood tall, nearly reaching his knee in length, and it was so thick that a woman’s hand could barely wrap around it.

As Sascha recoiled in disgust, Aderton responded with nothing but a crooked smile.

Then, without warning, his expression went blank as he forcibly guided her hand to his cock.

“Touch me. Please? I feel like I’m going to burst.”

“N-No… Ah, what are you—”

“Haa… This feels amazing. So good.”

Aderton guided her hand along his cock, making her stroke up and down before pressing her palm against the swollen tip.

Each time it moved, it felt less like her hand was touching him and more like she herself was being violated.

Holding her wrist firmly in place with one hand, Aderton used the other to slip beneath her thin nightshirt. His fingers traced along her waist before moving upward, exploring.

His large hand covered one of her breasts, kneading it as if testing its shape.

“Ugh, w-wait, what do you think you’re doing?”

As the hand that had been exploring inside her clothes went further, attempting to strip them away entirely, Sascha grabbed his arm tightly.

Aderton blinked in surprise at the sudden resistance.

“Why?”

Years on the battlefield had left Sascha’s body far from the smooth, unblemished form most people expected. No matter how close she had been with someone, the moment her clothes came off, they would hesitate, withdraw, and things would go no further.

It didn’t matter—these were just fleeting, meaningless encounters. But even so, she didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Still, she gave no explanation, simply pressing her lips together in silence.

Instead, she turned and leaned over the table, exposing just enough from below. The way her lower body was positioned made her plump backside stand out even more.

“…Just get it over with.”

Aderton ran his tongue over his lips as he took in the sight before him. He seemed to mistake her reluctance for impatience, assuming she just wanted to get this over with quickly. Narrowing his eyes, he pressed himself against her.

“Alright then. I’m in a hurry too.”

Without warning, he pushed inside.

A sharp cry escaped as his thick cock forced its way in, stretching her walls apart.

“Ah!”

She had expected it to be difficult, but the sheer size was even harder to handle than she had anticipated. Even though he had taken his time preparing her, the tight heat within still resisted his intrusion.

Sascha pushed against him, signaling for him to stop—but he didn’t budge.

Just moments ago, he had been the one pinned down and struggling beneath her. But now, their positions had completely reversed, and it was Sascha who writhed underneath him.

As if responding to her weak resistance, Aderton mercilessly drove himself in even deeper.

“Ahh! Ugh, you… you bastard…!”

“Well, yeah. Given this position, I do kind of look like a rutting dog.”

Trapped between his large body and the table, Sascha struggled.

Even now, she refused to give in, twisting and fighting to break free. Watching her futile resistance, Aderton leaned in closer, pressing his body flush against her back.

His flat stomach pressed against her waist, closing the distance between them entirely.

Aderton chuckled as he pressed his weight down on her, pinning her beneath him. The crude laughter whispered against her ear made her skin crawl, but she had no retort.

The position alone—bodies joined from behind, nothing but their lower halves connected—was no different from beasts rutting in the open without care for time or place.

Slowly moving his hips, Aderton suddenly frowned. The dry, unyielding walls clenched around him as if trying to tear him apart.

He murmured for her to relax, but when it became clear she wouldn’t, he simply gave up and fell silent. Instead, his hand wandered downward.

Sliding between her legs, his fingers brushed over their joining point. She was still locked tightly around him, refusing to let go.

His long fingers traced along the edges, circling the split with an odd, searching motion—

As if looking for an opening.

‘There’s no way he’s actually going to put his fingers in like this… right?’

She was already struggling to handle just this—if he forced his fingers in as well, she might actually tear.

A wave of unease washed over Sascha.

As if sensing her distress, his hand suddenly stilled.

Then, without warning, he pinched her swollen nub.

“Ah!”

“Relax. I wouldn’t do something like that.”

…Not yet, anyway.

There was a clear smile in his voice as he added those words.

Even though her face was buried in the table, making it impossible for him to see her expression, he was eerily perceptive.

His fingers, which had been toying with her sensitive nub, moved in slow, circular motions before switching to quick, deliberate strokes.

At first, Sascha didn’t understand his intent. But soon, a strange heat pooled in her lower belly, like a warm compress pressing against her skin.

Her once-dry walls gradually dampened, and before she knew it, they began squeezing around him—not out of resistance, but in a different way entirely.

Feeling the subtle change, Aderton once again pushed himself in, this time more slowly.

Unlike before, her body no longer resisted. Instead, it accepted him with ease.

“Haa…”

As Aderton buried himself to the hilt, he let out a slow exhale.

One hand continued rolling her sensitive nub, while the other gripped Sascha’s shoulder tightly.

Then, just as it seemed he was pulling out, he suddenly slammed back in.

“Ah!”

The abrupt movement tore a cry from her lips—not one of pain, but closer to a sharp gasp of shock.

Each time his thick cock drove into her, it struck deep, sending her body jerking forward. Pressed beneath his weight, the force of it crushed down on her insides, leaving her breathless, her stomach tightening in protest.

Her limbs flailed instinctively, unable to endure the overwhelming sensation.

But instead of easing up, Aderton only tightened his grip on her hips and thrust even harder.

“Ahhn!”

“It seems you’ve gotten a little more used to it. Can you feel it?”

Aderton murmured as his fingers traced along the parted seam. The place where they were joined was slick with the wet sounds of movement, her body’s own response easing the way and preventing harm.

Sascha shook her head in denial, her expression twisted in disgust—but her insides told a different story.

Each time Aderton drove into her, the sensation within shifted. The pain that once filled her was slowly being replaced by something else—an insidious pleasure creeping in its place.

When his thick, rounded tip scraped harshly against a sensitive spot inside, her fingers dug into the wooden table.

“Ugh, mmnh…!”

What… What kind of sound am I making?

Sascha clamped both hands over her mouth, horrified. She had always thought that letting out unconscious moans or strange little whimpers was just exaggerated nonsense.

But now…

As her trembling hips instinctively tried to retreat, Aderton caught her in his arms. His forearms, thick with bulging veins and hardened muscle, locked her in place.

“Haa… It looks like you’ve completely adjusted now.”

“Ah, ugh, n-no…!”

“Haha. Sure, if you say so.”

Aderton grabbed one of Sascha’s thighs and spread her open, this time thrusting in earnest.

Each time his thick cock dragged along her insides, her hips jolted involuntarily.

Sascha instinctively tried to crawl forward, attempting to escape, but Aderton caught her before she could go far. As if punishing her for even trying, his movements grew rougher, his thrusts pounding into her without restraint.

“Ahh—ugh, mmph… ngh.”

“Stop biting yourself.”

When Sascha bit down on her lips, Aderton leaned in and stole a kiss.

She couldn’t very well sink her teeth into his lips, so she had no choice but to accept the kiss in silence.

His movements became more frenzied, a blur of relentless motion. The overwhelming sensations—whether pain or pleasure—made her head buzz.

With each deep stroke, gasps and shaky moans slipped past her clenched teeth. Aderton was no different, his half-lidded eyes hazy with heat as he panted against her neck.