Chapter 112

A sudden surge of irritation hit Erabelle.

Nothing was going right, her thoughts were a mess, and Majia’s words felt like fuel thrown on a fire.

If she told Majia again that she had diverted military supplies and sold them to the Federation, that nonsense would stop at once. For all appearances, she was as much a traitor as Yi Wan-yong. There went her next life too...

“Do it with me.”

“Do what?”

“If you really can’t afford it, I’ll do it ch-cheap.”

She was suddenly being offered a discount.

“What?”

“I got a support license for my auxiliary slot. I’ll give you a good price, so... let’s do it once.”

“...Have you started selling yourself?”

“What’s the big deal about—Ow! Why are you hitting me?”

Erabelle, who had a younger sibling about Majia’s age, scowled.

“You little brat! Where did you learn things like that?”

“Are you from the Stone Age, Lieutenant? Ow! That hurts!”

Majia squirmed and protested as Erabelle smacked that bare back. Still, Majia seemed to enjoy being scolded, judging by the exaggerated cries of pain. Honestly, these people took so much looking after...

“We have to do it anyway! You haven’t done it once since you got here, have you? Your noise must have built up like crazy!”

Something about that struck Erabelle as odd.

“You’re not going to take those pills again.”

Come to think of it, she couldn’t hear the noise. It was one thing to have forgotten about it after a few comfortable months, but she genuinely couldn’t hear it at all.

Erabelle was bewildered.

Was this another power...? Could things really work out so conveniently?

“If you have to do it anyway, I’m saying I’ll do it for you.”

“...Uh, no.”

She decided to think about the noise later. First, she had to deal with Majia.

“Why not?”

“Because of the damages I’d have to pay.”

“What did I do wrong this ti—Huh?”

If she cheated, she could be sued. By both sides, no less. She couldn’t bankrupt the poor Vermilions, who had already had the bad luck to get tangled up with her. They needed enough looking after as it was; how would they survive without money?

“Besides, my standards are very high. You’ve seen the Division Commander’s face.”

“...If that’s your standard, ‘high’ doesn’t begin to cover it. Are you out of your mind?”

“Exactly. So if you’re going to keep selling yourself, look for someone else.”

“Damn it! I-I don’t like you that much either, Lieutenant!”

Majia began shouting at the top of her lungs, her pride evidently wounded. Erabelle worried she might cough up blood again, but fortunately she didn’t. Erabelle had no idea what determined whether that happened, but as long as Majia was safe, it was fine.

“You think I actually like you? You’re awful, Lieutenant! Awful!”

“Thanks.”

Erabelle waved as she walked away.

Majia sounded as though she might be sobbing behind her, but the kindest thing to do was pretend not to notice a moment Majia would regret later.

Well... perhaps Majia did mean some of it.

But Erabelle had already learned, when they were trapped in the Molinsi warehouse, that Majia didn’t mean it enough to ruin her life over it. She didn’t feel particularly guilty.

Nothing good comes of getting involved with me.

The Vermilions were proof enough.

Majia’s old feelings seemed to have become tangled up with all sorts of other things. In the end, that was a problem Majia had to work through, just as Erabelle had to deal with her own.

And the damages really were a concern.

The prenuptial agreement contained all kinds of clauses. Its provisions on infidelity were particularly broad.

...But he tells me not to take the pills, then makes it impossible for me to do anything else.

What was she supposed to do?

Why the hell were they ignoring her report that the platform was complete? Even if the higher-ups were busy, couldn’t Management Team Two or Three handle it? They were already responsible for managing compatible partners.

Why were they ignoring it? Why?

What am I supposed to do now? With 067 running, she truly had nothing left to work on. Should she try fieldwork? She had an A-grade certificate. She could shoot at people and pile up enough bad karma to ruin her next life too.

“...”

Back at her quarters, Erabelle rested her forehead against the firmly shut door and tried to steady her breathing. Her chest rose and fell heavily. The harder she tried to calm herself, the more overwhelming it felt.

“Hah...”

She let out another deep breath and reached for the light switch. Then she froze. A solid weight wrapped around her from behind and pressed her firmly against the door. Erabelle trembled like a small, helpless animal.

A massive body—easily twice the size of his own—pressed against him, bearing down with its full weight and leaving no gap between them. Thick arms wrapped around her chest and waist, and her chin was gripped and forced to turn.

“Hngh—!”

His tongue licked her lips stickily before thrusting inside. She was helplessly rubbed, pulled, and sucked. She struggled in surprise, but the pressure on her jaw only forced her mouth wider open.

Her vision blurred.

Breath... she couldn't breathe...

As he briefly pulled his lips away—having realized her distress—Erable gasped for air and looked up at the man holding her.

“...De, Deze?”

His eyes were dark, yet she could distinguish them even in the faint light filtering in from outside.

“I wondered why you’d come all the way here.”

He smiled, his eyes half-lidded.

“So, you came to cheat on me?”

“N-no...”

“Is it fun to play with me?”

Between his words, he bit at her lips and flicked his tongue out to lick a path from her cheek to her ear.

“Hmm?”

His thigh wedged between her legs, pressing firmly against her crotch. With a sharp *zip* sound, his fly came down, and his long fingers burrowed into her panties.

Startled, she tried to twist away instinctively, but she couldn't move an inch. He rubbed hard against her clitoris.

“Hk—!”

Erable reflexively clutched at Deze’s hand.

“W-wait...”

With his fly still open, he lifted her body as easily as if she were a child and laid her down on the bed.

“De, Deze, wait...!”

Erable looked up in a daze at the man casting his shadow over her. “My lady.”

“Y-yes?”

“You said you didn’t know what kind of relationship we have.”

Gathering her flailing hands above her head and pinning them with one hand, he pulled his trousers down to his thighs and asked while probing her sex with his fingers.

“But I heard we decided to become a pair. And you agreed to it.”

“Th-that is...”

Long, straight fingers thrust deep into her inner walls. Erable’s eyes widened as she trembled violently.

“Haa.”

He let out a slow breath as he watched her.

Then, stripping off his trousers, he immediately buried the head of his cock against her parted folds. *Squelch*—he pressed down on her thighs to spread her open even wider. Not content with that, he spread his own legs, pinned down her thighs, and thrust his shaft in fully, burying it right up to the hilt.

“......!!”

Erable trembled, unable to even catch her breath.

“Why are you crying?”

Deje asked, grinding his hips slowly. He teased her with steady, deep thrusts that threatened to bury his balls inside her, before slamming upward with enough force to bruise her buttocks.

“You had a grand old time while leaving your fiancé—who’d lost all his memories—behind, didn’t you? Hmm? Why are you crying?”

Even with her eyes rolling back, Erable looked up at him with a sorrowful expression. He licked away the tears that dripped down. Feeling the sensation of his tongue against her very eyeballs, Erable squeezed her eyes shut.

“Do you like that guy?”

“Wh-who...?”

“Or is it some other bastard? Hmm?”

As he asked, Deje gripped her hands tightly and thrust his hips upward. Her warm body shuddered in his embrace.

“You’ve made me into a man who can’t even get an erection for anyone else.”

The hot, wet walls of her vagina sucked at his penis as if trying to swallow it whole. The tiny ridges within the vaginal canal clung to the shaft like little tongues, lapping at his flesh.

His breathing grew just as ragged. He flicked out his tongue to lick and nibble at the curve of her ear; every time he sucked on it, her inner walls spasmed.

“.......”

He pressed down hard and ejaculated deep inside her convulsing belly.

His cock—which wouldn't even stand properly, let alone climax, no matter what he did—was now spurting freely after just a few thrusts.

“Hng....”

Erable turned her head away and sobbed. Inside her, his penis was already swelling in size once more.

“Even if you don’t want to, you have to play along.”

He pressed his lips against hers as she tried to avoid his gaze.

“Do you have any idea how much ‘noise’ has built up inside me because of you? Hmm?”

“...Pardon?”

Only then did Erable look at him properly.

“Do you really think working ninety hours a week is okay?”

“W-what are you... I don’t quite...”

Looking into her eyes, Deje ground his hips slowly against hers.

“.......”

He shifted his weight slightly onto his elbows and stared down at her intently for a moment.

Her small face was contorted. Tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks, and her eyes were unfocused, rolling back slightly. He pressed his lips against hers again to silence the words she kept trying to murmur. Then, moving his hips with a swaying motion, he pressed down hard and climaxed.

The small body pinned beneath his own shuddered violently, as if in spasm. He briefly lifted his head to stare intently at the face of the one receiving his release; he slipped his tongue between those trembling lips to lick up and swallow the sweet saliva, then rose up to sit, supporting his weight on his knees while gripping that slender waist.

He pulled the waist he held tightly toward himself, pressing it down.

The body, still in the throes of aftershocks, writhed convulsively. As he held firm and thrust upward, the area below the navel bulged outward. He rubbed that spot firmly with both thumbs. Erable cried out and shouted something, but the sound seemed distant.