CHAPTER 23.

I Returned to Bistiman

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“The city that raised the Black Cloak! Welcome to Bistiman!”

At the edge of Lotrin Hill, marking the beginning of Bistiman, Rosé couldn’t close her mouth as she looked at the dazzling banner outside the carriage.

“Ha ha, it’s been a while since you returned home, right?”

The coachman glanced at Rosé and gave a warm smile.

“Well, you see, after hearing that the Black Cloak became a hero of the North, the mayor put up this banner. Says it’s raising the city’s prestige.”

Not just the banner, it seems.

「Newly-established Bistiman Black Cloak Academy. Now accepting new students!」

It seemed the mining city was now aiming to become an educational city, with academy advertisements posted at every corner.

‘What do they even teach at the Black Cloak Academy? How to extract s*men?’

“So, where should I take you?”

Rosé groaned.

She had managed to return from Kamit and somehow back to Bistiman, but the problem was she didn’t want to return to the mansion where Elion was.

She had forgotten her current situation.

― To Blue Rock?

― Of course, I went there. But I couldn’t enter as long as the Sword of Asker is in there.

If Elion was actually Lian Mora.

“Miss, did you forget the address?”

“Oh, no! To Blue Rock…”

Rosé trailed off with a groan and rubbed her temples. She didn’t have the courage to face Elion at Blue Rock right now.

‘What if I’m just having a wild fantasy?’

It was Podrick’s overzealous words. And his conversation partner, Sergi, wasn’t someone to trust.

Could they have been wrong?

‘Let’s think this through a bit more. I need to be sure.’

Rosé clenched her fist and took a deep breath. She needed a place to stay until she was sure.

“Please take me to Chelun Street, sir.”

“Got it.”

Chelun Street, where Dain’s lab was located. Rosé planned to stay with Dain, who knew her circumstances, for a day or two to gather her thoughts.

And there was one more important thing.

‘Dain said he could make weapons from byproducts.’

Rosé opened her inventory and checked the sparkling S-tier items.

A massive d*ldo reminiscent of the white wolf’s icicle c*ck, and the spare glass stone given by Oster.

‘Maybe he could even make a sword…’

Rosé’s eyes gleamed brightly.

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At that moment, in the lab on Chelun Street.

“Ugh, Miss Rosé. Haah. Miss Rosé, ah, ngh.”

Rosé couldn’t have imagined it, but Dain was intensely m*sturbating in the lab.

In Dain’s left hand was the drawing of Rosé’s chest he had sketched on the experiment result sheet. And his right hand was, without a doubt,

“Hah, ngh, Miss Rosé. Big br*asts, hah, I want to touch them. Ugh.”

Was being used to shake his c*ck.

“Ngh, it’s coming. On Miss Rosé’s br*asts, I’ll… ngh!”

Splat!

Finally, a large amount of s*men splattered onto the experiment result sheet. Milky fluid trickled down Rosé’s drawn n*pples and cleavage.

Dain imagined shaking his c*ck in Rosé’s cleavage as he watched. It would be even better if he tied her br*asts and forcibly violated her.

“Hoo, Miss Rosé…”

Dain rolled up the paper and wiped the tip of his drooping c*ck. When he pressed the gl*ns, snot-like remnants of s*men oozed out.

Just a picture wasn’t enough. He definitely wanted to spray his s*men directly on her body next time.

Her mouth and p*ssy were a given, and if possible, he wanted to fill every hole with his s*men. Her small, round nostrils, the ear holes that twitched when licked, and even the tiny urethra…

“Oh, it’s hard again.”

He had probably ej*culated five times already since arriving at work, yet his c*ck was er*ect as brand new.

Dain roughly tossed the s*men-stained paper into the trash can and opened the drawer under his desk.

Inside was her cute underwear, which he had secretly stolen last time. It hadn’t been washed on purpose, and her scent was still lingering on it.

“Ha… the scent of Miss Rosé’s p*ssy.”

Dain buried his face in the middle of the underwear and took a deep breath. His pale, handsome face was completely buried in the small, ribbon-adorned underwear. Every time he inhaled, prec*m seeped from his urethra.

His right hand moved more vigorously. The slapping sound of his hand could be heard across the floors.

“Hng, Miss Rosé’s p*ssy-stained underwear, ngh, I’m going to cum. Miss Rosé, I’m going to spray my s*men, hng!”

Feeling the urge to ej*culate, Dain quickly covered the gl*ns with the underwear. After a few twitches, s*men spurted out, staining the slightly yellowish fabric.

Breathing out his pent-up desire, Dain rubbed his c*ck against the underwear, meticulously wiping off the secretions.

“Hoo… I’ll make sure to put this back on you when you return, Miss Rosé.”

Dain kissed the ribbon one last time and carefully placed the underwear back in the drawer as if it were an honorable medal.

Thinking of making Rosé wear the underwear stained with his masturbatory s*men made his c*ck twitch.

“It would be fun to send her to her lovers in that state…”

Dain licked his lower lip with a face that showed his arousal.

She would shake her hips in front of her lovers, wearing underwear that smelled of another man’s s*men. They would realize she was cheating and might scold her before breaking up with her.

‘Then I can take in the abandoned Rosé.’

Who would want a woman who had lost her integrity? Only a generous man like himself would.

Dain pulled up his pants with a sinister thought.

He would tie her to the bed every day, telling her she would become promiscuous if she’s not restrained. After a few years, she would become a b*tch who couldn’t wait for him to return from work.

She would do nothing but spread her p*ssy on the bed, fill her stomach with s*men instead of food, and cling to his c*ck, afraid of becoming promiscuous again.

“I’ll make sure to turn you into that, my cute Rosé.”

Dain smiled contentedly and headed to the water basin to wash his s*men-stained hands. Just as he was about to dip his hands into the pre-prepared water,

Click.

The door opened, and the Rosé he had longed for walked in.

“Oh, Miss Rosé!”

Dain forgot about washing his hands and rushed to Rosé. Though Rosé tried to smile at Dain’s enthusiastic welcome…

‘What is this smell?’

The lab was filled with a stuffy, fishy smell.

A cold premonition struck her heart.

“Ugh, Dain.”

“Miss Rosé, I missed you so much. I thought I was going to die from missing you.”

Dain’s large hands kneaded Rosé’s chubby cheeks as if they were a toy he longed to have. Something warm and sticky clung to Rosé’s skin wherever he touched.

‘It’s that smell again.’

Dain’s hands, smelling like night-blooming flowers, persistently groped her face, neck, and even her hands.

Even…

“Ha, Miss Rosé. Your face has grown thin, but this part is still the same. It’s wonderful.”

“Ugh… Dain, what are you doing as soon as we meet, ngh.”

Even her chest.

Dain suddenly slipped his hand inside her blouse and began to knead her br*asts.

Rosé, flustered, pushed against Dain’s chest, but he didn’t back off and continued to squeeze her n*pples until he was satisfied.

Her once smooth areolas became bumpy, and her n*pples stood er*ect. Dain pinched her er*ect n*pples between his knuckles and squeezed her br*asts.

“I want to f*ck you right now. Ha, Miss Rosé’s p*ssy…”

The determination of a man who had m*sturbated six times in a row was formidable. His c*ck, which seemed like it could collapse at any moment, drooled as he foolishly longed to enter her.

Rosé tilted her head back, feeling the bulging c*ck rubbing against her stomach. Dain’s entire body reeked of s*men.

‘How much did he m*sturbate while I was gone…?’

Rosé wasn’t completely unaware. Whenever Dain couldn’t see her, he would whimper like a puppy abandoned by its owner and eventually immerse himself in m*sturbation.

Three or four times was the norm, and sometimes it went beyond ten times.

Once, Dain had even shown her a glass bottle full of s*men, claiming it was proof of his intense longing.

‘And he tried to make me drink it…’

There were many reasons why Dain wasn’t in his right mind, but the most overwhelmingly abnormal one was his attempt to make her drink the s*men he collected.

When she vehemently refused, he once prepared a cup of tea, claiming it was milk tea, and added his s*men instead of milk.

Fortunately, she noticed quickly and splashed the tea in his face, but he laughed, saying he liked that too.

“Please let me cum inside your p*ssy, Miss Rosé. Please, Miss Rosé.”

“Ugh, Dain. Not in the lab.”

Dain’s shoulders slumped like a wet puppy.

Did he really forget the time they had s*x so hard in the lab that the researcher downstairs came up angrily with an er*ction?

“Miss Rosé, really not?”

“No.”

“Even if I f*ck you deeply in the position you want?”

“No!”

Rosé pounded Dain’s chest in protest. She must have hit him hard enough to make him lose his er*ction, but he proudly flaunted his massive c*ck with his characteristic brute strength.

How could he not budge at all? Not even a little!

“Let go of me, Dain!”

“Can’t I even cum in your mouth, Miss Rosé?”

“What did you say?”

“At least let me cum in your mouth. Please? I’ll finish quickly.”

Quickly, my as$!

Rosé vividly remembered the days when he forced her to give him a bl*wjob until her lips were chapped.

Once he started f*cking, he turned from a puppy into a bastard. Discipline didn’t work on him.

“Dain, I said no…”

“I’m anxious. Miss Rosé! I’m worried your feelings for me have cooled. I need reassurance. So please let me cum. Please?”

Dain’s eyebrows furrowed into a pitiful expression. From the neck up, he looked like a poor gray puppy desperately wanting to be loved.

But look at that. While pleading with her, he was already unbuttoning his pants with one hand.

That was Dain’s determination to cum, no matter what, even if it meant using any hole available.

“Let me f*ck you before I tie you up and r*pe you, Miss Rosé. With those cute lips of yours, please?”

“Dain, I’m tired. I just got here.”

“Of course. I know. So just lie down. I’ll take care of everything. You just need to comfortably take my c*ck. I’ll do all the thrusting and shaking.”

Dain’s voice grew more urgent. Perhaps it was because this was the first time they had been apart for so long since becoming lovers. He looked excessively anxious.

However, Rosé couldn’t yield today. It wasn’t just about being tired; her mind was troubled with thoughts of Elion.

“Dain, if you keep doing this, I’ll just go back.”

Rosé turned her back, intending to pretend to leave. But at that moment, a hand with bulging veins gripped her forearm tightly.

“Ugh!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The chilling low voice resonated in Rosé’s ears. It didn’t even sound like Dain’s voice.

He turned Rosé around with rough force.

“Ugh!”

“To the Duke? Or that good-for-nothing who stays at home?”