The Girl and the Plunderer (2)Quietly placing a finger to my lips, I signaled him to stay silent. He wore a baffled expression, clearly not understanding the situation. However, realizing that disobeying me now would lead to an uncomfortable scene for his wife and children, he slowly nodded once.
The kitchen where his wife was currently cooking was attached to one corner of the living room. The distance between her and us was less than 5 meters.
I wriggled my toes up to his knee. Anticipating my move, he clamped his knees tightly shut to block my foot from reaching his crotch.
Tsk, look at this.
When I pinched and twisted his thigh with my toes, his knees reflexively flew open. I didn't miss the chance and shoved my foot straight into his groin.
"Urk!"
"Honey, what's wrong?"
His wife turned around from cooking to look at him. Feigning innocence, I asked with pretended concern.
"Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine. Just thought I saw something..."
"You never do that... Are you feeling unwell...?"
"No, no. Don't worry about it."
He waved his wife off with a forced smile. Meanwhile, my toes kept wriggling to stimulate him. He could only make agonized faces at me, which further ignited my sadistic playfulness.
Should I tease him a bit more?
Giggling, I loosened my top to expose my voluptuous breasts to his view. Covering my nipples with one hand, I slowly massaged them.
He couldn't tear his eyes away. All he could do was subtly thrust his hips in rhythm with my toe movements.
Seeing him aroused made me feel kinky too. I could feel my lower half growing damp.
Without realizing it, my hand slid beneath the table. Inserting fingers would make sounds that might alert his wife. Reluctantly, I settled for gently stroking around my entrance.
When he noticed me masturbating, his face turned beet red. Through his pants, I could feel his erect penis twitching violently.
Any more and the wife might notice. Time to end the game.
I gave him one last mischievous smile and withdrew my foot. As the stimulation vanished, his expression clearly showed dismay.
Hehehe, that was fun. Now I understand why pretty girls enjoy toying with easy targets. But doing this too often might confuse my identity. I'll save this kind of mischief for occasional boredom.
When his wife brought the food, he casually adjusted his pants and spoke nonchalantly.
"Ahem! Thank you so much for saving our daughter. It's not much, but please rest here tonight as our guest."
His act was transparent. One last tease.
Hiding my mischief, I asked with feigned seriousness.
"Thank you. But why is your face so red?"
His wife looked at him and gasped.
"Oh my! Honey, what's wrong with your face?"
"M-my face? It's nothing."
His flustered reactions and slightly gloomy expression kept tempting me to torment him. But I should stop - he's being hospitable. If his wife senses something off, it might end bloody for him.
I first tried a spoonful of corn soup. Its savory aroma filled my nostrils.
Nom. Gulp.
The sweet-salty, savory soup warmly traveled down my throat. The addictive flavor made me unconsciously lift the bowl and drink it all, even licking the bottom clean.
I gave his wife a thumbs-up and chirped brightly.
"Ma'am! This is delicious!"
"Oh, th-thank you."
She smiled awkwardly. Given their naturally subdued atmosphere, I thought nothing of it.
Next, the whole wheat bread.
Hmm...? Why can't I grab it?
The bread seemed to multiply - two, then four, six, eight loaves...
Thud!
My forehead slammed hard onto the table. Through fading consciousness, I heard her apologetic voice.
...
I awoke to shattering noises, children crying, and men's rough curses. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw Reni weeping and her parents kneeling before several red-eyed men. All were muscular giants nearing 2 meters tall.
Wait... red eyes?
Oists. I tried to rise quickly but couldn't move - my limbs were tightly bound with rope.
Who did this.
In this state, I couldn't summon X even if I wanted to.
Reni's father pointed at me while pleading to them.
"W-we didn't bring back the tribute! That woman did it! We tied her up so she couldn't escape! We've done nothing wrong! Please spare our family!"
Wham!
His plea ended abruptly as an Oist's massive fist obliterated half his face.
The husband's corpse collapsed onto his wife, spraying blood violently. Drenched in her husband's blood, she screamed horrifically.
"KYAAAAAAAH!!"
Another Oist covered his ears irritably and approached her. The bastard grabbed her neck with both hands and twisted it violently. Dozens of bones cracked and snapped.
Craaack! Crunch! SNAP!
When he released her neck, she collapsed limply, coughed a few distorted breaths, then fell silent.
Bound as I was, I could only watch them die.
What the hell is happening?
I rapidly pieced together the situation. Recalling Reni's father's words:
He said he brought back the "tribute" - likely referring to Reni. He'd abandoned his own daughter in that maze as an offering to the Oists, and I'd foolishly rescued her.
They restrained me to sacrifice me to the Oists instead.
If true, this village must be the Oists' human breeding ground.
"Grrk..."
Memories surfaced of Sras, Todd, and Rick making Human Canned Food. Those bastards don't respect humans at all. They probably made families offer tributes just for sport.
The Oist who broke the woman's neck approached me holding a slave collar. A specialized collar with chains.
They want to enslave me? Better than death, but escaping would become impossible once collared.
I strained desperately against the ropes. Only my skin tore and bled - no give at all.
With legs bound, I couldn't run. No way to stop him from collaring me.
Clank.
Without resistance, the slave collar snapped around my neck. He fastened its chain to his belt, tethering me to him.
He cut the ankle ropes so I could walk. Though my legs were free, the leash around his waist meant escape would be instantly foiled.
"Follow."
I had no choice but to obey. Near the door, Reni stared vacantly at her parents' corpses. Her brother was nowhere seen.
Summoning all my strength, I screamed at her.
"Reni!! Run now!"
As she turned toward my voice, a brown sack was thrown over her head. An Oist tied the sack's opening and slung it over his shoulder.
"Dammit, DAMMIT!!!"
Frustrated, I stomped my feet violently -
CRASH!!
My body flew up before slamming down hard.
Huh?
Deafening pain exploded across my cheek and spread through my body.
"Ghk!"
The leash yanked taut, dragging me upward until I dangled eye-level with the Oist's ugly face.
"Shut up, bitch. Want to die here?"
"Ghk! Kgh! Kgh!"
Hanging midair with no footing, the collar choked me. I barely wedged my bound hands between collar and throat to breathe. The bastard watched my struggle with a disgusted grin.
His expression confirmed it - he saw me as an insect to torment. Rage rose up to my scalp.
You insignificant mob dare treat me like this?
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