Chapter 28 - Good Looks Mean Nothing To Me

Chapter 28: 28 - Good Looks Mean Nothing To Me

The eagle’s distinct dark cloak billowed like torn wings against the pink moon as he zigzagged to avoid the next rock. His lower face remained obscured by a dark scarf, and the upper part was hidden behind a hood.

I couldn’t see his expression, but I recognized his voice. He was the same male who had made Noodle go all hissy.

He had been following us all the way here from the raccoon village, had the aerial advantage over us, and maintained a distance that kept him out of Kurus’s reach. A stalker who didn’t understand what a ’no’ meant.

I didn’t want to kill him, as he seemed to be doing his best to help the civilians, but at the same time, he was not getting the hint.

"Please, wait. I mean no harm."

"But I do." I kicked a few more rocks toward him, causing him to zigzag in the air again.

"At least let me thank you for saving the villagers."

"Thank me by dying." I would never have thought about being happy to see Noodle coming my way, but I did. My saviour. "I’m not into bird brains. Go away, or my mate will be the one to deal with you."

Noodle recoiled and sprang toward the eagle beastman, his tail whipping around to strike him midair. The impact was powerful enough to send the warm-blooded hurtling through the air.

I couldn’t kill him, which didn’t mean I couldn’t beat him up. I sprinted after the falling bird, vaulting over Kurus’s body. My boot connected with his stomach.

His breath whooshed out. Our eyes locked for a brief moment, his vibrant blue ones widening in surprise as his black scarf fell away, revealing a handsome face with a sharp nose and sharp eyes, all accentuated by sleek, braided dark hair.

Pity. Good looks didn’t mean shit to me. What mattered was that he got out of my way.

His body passed through the air and disappeared into the distance, his cloak trailing behind him. I snatched it off midair, a trophy for my efforts, then draped it over my shoulders.

I hope he wasn’t the cocky type who would return because a female dared to reject him. That would be a massive headache to deal with. But this was the beastworld with a screwed gender ratio; the males were used to getting rejected constantly.

I pulled the hood over my head, hiding my features.

Flicking his tail in disdain, Noodle returned to my side with a fresh gash running along his forearm. It must have came from Dickhead. I scowled as I inspected it.

"You came back," Noodle said. He bagan acting as if I would never return, as his eyes kept flicking between my face and the dark forest. New danger outside of me seemed to have reawakened his paranoia.

Kidnapped females were expected to be saved by Beast Kingdom’s land forces. Slower than aerial units, but more deadly to deal with. Kurus must have been on edge, expecting reinforcements and other problems from the outside to come barging in. Especially after Dickhead’s appearance.

"I’ve told you not to listen to Dickhead’s lies─"

"You dropped this along the way, Precious."

Dickhead emerged from the trees. He casually held my backpack over his shoulder, while four black bangles dangled from his fingers.

My eyes narrowed as he dropped to his knees in a mock-knightly way. The bangles hit the ground with a heavy thud, one hundred and fifty kilograms each, as he locked them around my ankles.

I felt the strain immediately, the metal biting into my skin. His hands were on my wrists next, securing another seventy-five kilograms to each arm. The sudden weight made my shoulders droop.

"Your father mentioned you ought to be more discreet in your actions," he said as he rose to his full height¹, "Lest it alert people it shouldn’t."

I stood there for a moment, testing the restraints, which I had lost in the ocean upon my arrival to this world. With each arm and leg now burdened, I felt like a puppet with tangled strings again. Able to move like an average human at best.

When he pulled out a syringe, my legs flew in his direction, my knee aiming for his groin. He sidestepped, and his hand shot out, catching my ankle in an iron grip. He flipped me over and pressed my back against the ground.

"Shh... no sneak attack, see? So please, don’t fight this. It’s the only way I can protect you." He blocked my other leg before it could connect, and asked for consent to inject me like a fucking gentleman. "May I?"

"You fucking shitstain! You motherfucking cum rag!" I spat in his face, my vision blurring with rage. "Go fuck a meat grinder and fucking die!"

"You don’t want to leave this world, do you?" His grip on my ankle tightened, as if reminding me of the price of defiance. "This is for your own good, Precious. If you go out of control again, your father will lock you up again."

"LOCK ME UP? ME?!" I thrashed against his weight. "WHEN THOSE THINGS CAN ROAM FREE OUTSIDE?!??"

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