How to Lift the Curse (6)The middle-aged man kept swinging a steel pipe toward Alice, who lay collapsed and bleeding from her head.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Alice couldn't even scream as she became drenched in blood.
In this world where ordinary human lives held no value, crossing a vicious bastard could get you killed over the smallest things.
But this was too much. Beating someone like this just for skipping work...
No one tried to stop him. They only watched with sneering smiles, treating Alice's brutalization as entertainment.
"P-please stop, Manager-nim."
The waiter finally stepped in to block the manager. The middle-aged man's temple visibly twitched.
"You dare block me?"
The manager swung the steel pipe at the waiter's collarbone.
CRACK!!
"Gahk!"
The waiter clutched his injury and rolled on the floor. The sickening sound suggested broken bones. The manager mercilessly struck the waiter's back, then stomped on his head before swinging the pipe toward his neck - clearly intending to kill.
THWACK!
"Kuhuk!"
Damn it...
The manager's pipe struck not the waiter, but Alice. She'd thrown herself in front of the blow.
Crash! Bang!
Alice flew backward and crumpled to the floor now thoroughly painted with her blood.
"What, you bitches fucking behind my back? Should I kill you both?"
The manager approached Alice and kicked her abdomen.
Wham!! Thud!! Thud!! Wham!! Thud!!
"Kuhuk! Kehek! Kheeeuk!"
"Die, you fucking bitch!!"
The waiter's interference seemed to excite the manager further. At this rate, Alice would truly die.
I could subdue that bastard in one second if I wanted. But should I save Alice?
Waiting until the manager killed her, then extracting her heart from the corpse might be best. At least I wouldn't feel guilty since I didn't kill her myself.
Alice crawled toward the manager, grabbing his pants hem as she groveled:
"P-pwease fowgive me. I-I'll be good. I won't do it again."
Hearing her trembling voice made my own heart shake. Her pitiful state made me want to help immediately.
The manager raised his pipe to strike Alice's skull as she clung to him begging.
Could her fragile body withstand that? A direct hit might shatter her skull and kill her instantly.
I didn't know what to do. My body wanted to leap forward, yet I couldn't move a single step.
"Ah..."
A white petal fluttered down from my shoulder - likely stuck there when we made love in the flower field. The sweet floral scent mixed with her body odor became unbearable.
Damn it.
CLANG-!!
"Gyahk!"
I punched the descending pipe away. The manager screamed in agony, clutching his wrist from the recoil.
"G-guest...?"
Alice looked up at me through half-closed, blood-caked eyes.
Ha... damn it, was I always this stupid?
Frustration welled up. What was I trying to accomplish?
Seeing my grim expression, Alice shrank in fear, voice trembling:
"S-sowwy."
What exactly are you apologizing for in that state?
Looking at Alice warmed and ached my heart like a teenage boy's. I couldn't bear seeing her suffer anymore.
After several awkward coughs, I told her:
"Don't call me 'guest'. My name's Kelrot. Call me Kelrot-nim from now on."
Alice stared at me blankly.
"Kelrot... nim."
Her battered face flushed shyly.
My own face felt hot too. Turning away from her dazed gaze, I composed myself and approached the terrified manager.
"You dared touch my slave."
"Th-that girl is your slave?"
The manager looked genuinely wronged.
I pressed my Hardcore Saw against his throat. The vicious weapon seemed ready to slice through his neck.
"We just decided that. Got a problem?"
The manager turned pale as death when the cold blade touched his skin, realizing his life could end as easily as he'd taken others'.
He forced an obsequious smile, rubbing his hands nervously.
"A-ah, I didn't know I was harming your slave, honored guest! Please forgive this ignorant fool with your magnanimity!"
Amusing how this tyrant who'd tormented "his" employees now groveled like a worm before someone stronger.
"With just words?"
"Huh? Ah! Yes, yes, of course not! Your lodging and meals here are free, and we'll cover your travel expenses too!"
"100,000 Gelder."
"What?"
"Pay 100,000 Gelder for your life if you want to keep breathing."
To help his speechlessness, I slightly withdrew the Hardcore Saw from his throat and pulled the trigger.
Vrrrrrrrrr-!!
The blades spun violently at close range, turning his face corpse-pale with terror.
"Hihik! Heek! Hihiiik!! I-I'll pay! Please stop!!"
"Hey waiter, carry Alice to my room."
"Yes!! Understood."
The waiter Alice had saved carefully carried her upstairs. Even draped over his shoulder, her gaze remained fixed on me. This incident seemed to make her fall harder for me. Same here.
After extorting 100,000 Gelder and wound ointment from the manager, I returned to her room.
Releasing X, I sat on the bed edge. Smiling through her blood-caked face, she said:
"I'm Master Kelrot's slave now."
"Guhk."
Her unexpected words made me erect enough to feel my clitoris throb. I wanted to plunge into her immediately. But she was too injured. Sex could wait - treatment came first.
She obediently showed me her wounds. I cleaned dirt-blood mixtures with water and applied ointment.
While treating her, I casually asked:
"If you're my slave, can I have your heart too?"
She'd probably interpret this romantically.
Alice touched her chest thoughtfully, then answered with innocent cheer:
"I can give you that anytime!"
Bonk.
"Owie!"
I unconsciously flicked her injured head. She winced, unable to touch the hurt spot directly.
"You can't handle this pain but talk about giving hearts? Idiot."
"Waaah. You shouldn't hit injured people."
Her pouty lips and sulky expression were adorable. In that moment, I knew I could never kill her.
Maybe I should abandon my journey and form a small gang with her. We could take over this inn as our hideout.
Planning our future, I laid her on the bed. Brushing her bangs aside, I kissed her cute forehead and pouting lips.
Mwah. Mwah.
"Ehe, heehee."
"You lost a lot of blood. Rest now."
"Yes, kind Master Kelrot."
I left her dozing off. Surprisingly sturdy - despite nearly dying from pipe blows minutes ago, she now only showed minor scrapes.
Hmm... I blocked the lethal strikes, and youth grants good recovery, I suppose.
As I exited the inn, the manager rushed out.
"Leaving so soon? We'd love to host you longer! Please stay a few more days!"
His expression betrayed his desire for me to disappear. This was clearly a hint.
"Just getting some air, so drop the transparent act. If you mess with Alice while I'm gone, you'll die the most horrific death imaginable. Understood?"
"N-never! I'm truly honored to serve someone as strong, beautiful, and gracious as you. Stay as long as you need!"
Flick!
"Yowch!"
Disgusted by his obsequiousness, I flicked his nose. His voice trailed behind me as I left:
"Have a safe trip, honored guest. We'll serve your slave most comfortably."
In a way, he was just another guy trying to survive.
I walked to the plaza far from the inn. Young men and women in revealing clothes gathered there. A yellow-haired, big-breasted girl wearing a skirt short enough to show her panties ignited unbearable lust.
"Ha... fucking bitch, I want to rail her."
I'd barely contained myself inside, but now my vagina burned as if melting. Lifting my shirt, I saw my womb tattoo glowing brighter since yesterday. The stimulation from my underwear during the walk had soaked my pants with love juice.
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