Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 5

The ‘cleaning’ only ended after every trace of s***n inside her had been scraped out.

The pain was severe, his large hand driven all the way to the wrist. There was even bleeding. Still, Hill endured without making a sound. It was her last shred of pride.

“As expected, you endure well.”

Pulling out a hand slick with fluids, he gave her back a light pat. Hill wanted to cut that hand off.

He scraped the removed s***n into a small dish used for the candle and ordered her to take that as well. Still in that humiliating posture, Hill lowered her head like a dog and pressed her face to the dish. She licked it clean, swallowing even the briny liquid tinged with blood.

Only after the dish looked as though it had been washed clean did he finally let her go.

“The next punishment won’t end so lightly, Hill.”

“……”

“At this rate, inflammation might set in. Some light treatment is needed.”

As he spoke, he pricked his fingertip with the dagger he always carried. Blood began to drip steadily. He spread it evenly over the outer lips and the inside as well.

“You may lie down comfortably now.”

“…I hate you.”

She spat the words as she immediately turned over, claws of her nails raking toward her own flesh.

But he was faster. As if expecting it, he caught her wrist.

“I just took care of it—wouldn’t want it to fester.”

“Let go of me!”

“So licking up s***n like a dog was fine, but having my blood on you is unbearably humiliating, is it, Hill?”

“……”

Hill glared at him, teeth clenched. After watching her silently for a moment, he released her wrist.

“Being vicious is fine. But harming your own body won’t be allowed.”

Eyes lowered, he declared firmly,

“From head to toe, every drop of blood and every strand of hair—you belong to me.”

Telling her to rest now, and to ask for anything she needed, he left the room. Hill stared after him until the door closed, then began flinging everything within reach toward it in a fit.

When even the teapot had been hurled aside, she sucked in ragged breaths. She finally broke down crying.

“Hic… hngh…”

Her stifled sobs were all the more pitiful and bitter.

She should have died. If she’d just collapsed in the desert under the blazing sun.

She clawed and scratched at skin still bearing his traces, but the bitterness wouldn’t fade. She cried until no sound would come from her ruined throat.

* * *

After a day’s rest, once her body had mostly recovered, the man returned—every night.

“Hngh! Ah—!”

“Is my c**k so good you can’t even hold back your voice, Hill?”

Their encounters were always slick, filthy, and obscene. Tonight as well, she received him bent over like a dog.

With one hand gripping her chest and the other clutching her hips, the man spewed crude words. Hill could only gasp for breath.

The time she’d spent on the run seemed meaningless. Her body had already been trained again. He knew it that well—and handled it with even greater skill.

When his fingers pushed into her split entrance, she couldn’t endure it anymore. Hill drew her legs together and stretched her neck forward.

“Oh? Already coming?”

He mocked her as he drove deep into the writhing inside, while his fingers delicately rubbed along her folds. It was a deep, overwhelming climax. Caught between rapture and self-loathing, Hill sucked on his thumb.

“And I haven’t even filled Hill with my seed yet.”

His fingers pushed deeper, prodding a sensitive spot inside. Her body clenched and soaked instantly. After enjoying her reactions a few times, he withdrew his hand and lifted one of her legs.

With the change in position, the tip struck a different place. She held her breath, swallowing her moan. He half-stretched her right leg over his thigh and pulled her knee in. Their bodies pressed together, the hardened tip embedding into her inner wall.

“This position isn’t very good.”

After moving a few times, he shook his head, then wrapped an arm around her chest and yanked her back sharply.

Now straddling his knee, Hill struggled to escape. But his unyielding arms wouldn’t let her.

“I like it.”

With his weight added, she could feel him fully against her. He stood rigid, as if ready to invade even her womb. The sensation pushing up into her lower abdomen made her stomach twist. Hill groaned low, as though in pain.

He began to move his hips. Even that small motion was overwhelming. Her body swayed helplessly like a reed. Clutching his arm, Hill gasped under a new wave of pleasure.

He finished before she reached her second climax, then moved again without pause. Struck by unfamiliar sensations, Hill reached her end once more, feeling his release soak her from within as she half-collapsed.

“Did you enjoy your meal, Hill?”

“…Disgusting.”

“Oh? It seems your lower mouth thinks otherwise.”

Just as he said, her entrance twitched, as if asking for more. Hill slapped at the arms wrapped around her.