Taming The Villainesses-Chapter 380: Predation (1) 18+

If the monster horde came charging at this fortress again tonight, we’d have to rush outside with torches and fight a war without even a moment to sleep.

Then rest would be impossible.

"Come here."

That’s when Ayra, sitting on the bed, patted the space next to her with her palm. When I went over and sat beside her, Ayra lightly took hold of my hand and furrowed her brow.

"Your bandages are worn out. It’s time to change them."

"You're right. I’ll go back and switch them out right away."

Just as I was about to stand up, Ayra grabbed my arm.

"Wait. I’ll change them for you."

"You’ll change my bandages, Lady Ayra?"

"It’s an easy enough task. Not like I can’t do it."

Srrrt.

As she said that, Ayra’s hand began untying the knot around my hand and rolled off the bandage. She was unexpectedly skilled. Could Ayra actually be good with her hands?

Before I knew it, I’d ended up stark naked. I’d had my share of experiences being naked in front of women. But in those cases, the other party was often undressed too.

"......."

So being completely stripped in front of a clothed woman—it was hard to describe, but a deep sense of humiliation filled me. I just wanted her to hurry and wrap a new bandage on me already.

Ayra’s hands, which had been moving so deftly a moment ago, suddenly stopped. Just as I was about to reflexively cover myself down below out of embarrassment—

"Don’t cover yourself."

"...Um, what is this about?"

"I’m reading the flow of magical power in your body. Now that I see it, you're in worse shape than I thought. Just bandaging and applying medicine won’t fix this."

"Is that really true?"

"Yes. But I know a very effective method in this kind of case."

Skk.

Ayra’s finger poked me in the side. My body trembled—the muscle pain there was severe.

"...Ugh!?"

Maybe she found that reaction amusing, because Ayra began pressing all over my side and thigh with her palm. It was absolute torture for me.

"Uugh."

"Does it hurt?"

To Ayra’s question, I decided to answer honestly.

"It hurts."

I figured maybe if I was honest, she’d stop.

"Still, endure it."

"But seriously, it hurts a lot."

To press the body of someone with severe muscle pain without mercy using just her fingers—that was extremely brutal. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes.

But Ayra remained firm.

"Hold still."

I had no idea why she was doing this. Without even asking for my opinion, Ayra pushed me down onto the bed.

It was only then that I started to wonder—could this be Ayra’s version of physical intimacy? Maybe this was her own way of expressing that she wanted to consummate our marriage?

It wasn’t an unreasonable thought.

Skk.

Ayra climbed on top of me.

Her hair spilled down over my bare body as she looked down at me. Even from that overhead angle, her beauty didn’t falter. I was just thinking how amazing that was—

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Ayra slowly leaned in toward me.

Was she going to kiss me?

I prepared myself. But her lips didn’t go for mine—they went lower. Not the neck, but even further down, toward my chest.

She was going there right away?

I was startled by the speed of it. When Ayra’s lips touched my chest, I felt a sharp pressure, as if something small but strong was biting down hard on my not-so-wide chest.

Chomp.

"...Hiiieek!"

That’s when I realized—she bit me. Ayra bit my chest! It hurt so much I couldn’t hold in my scream.

But being bitten wasn’t even the worst of it. Through that spot on my chest, I felt like something was being drawn out through Ayra’s lips.

It felt like my essence—what one might call my core or soul—was being pulled from me. My vision blurred.

In that fading view, I saw Ayra turn her head and spit something black and sticky out onto the floor.

"What... what are you doing...?"

***

When I came to, I was wrapped in something soft.

When I turned my head, I saw slender arms and legs clutching my body like I was a doll. Her breath was close against my neck.

When did I fall asleep?

Carefully, so as not to wake Ayra, I turned just my head. Looking out the window, it was so dark I couldn’t tell what time it was. Dawn? Did the night raid not come?

I wasn’t sure what had happened.

So I began to move, trying to slip out of Ayra’s embrace—but her arms around my neck only tightened.

"......."

So I couldn’t move at all. In the end, I had no choice but to stay still in this awkward position. But the soft breath and the feel of her body against my back were quite pleasant.

Was this my second time sleeping in the same bed as Ayra? The first time had been such a shocking experience.

Back then, I was practically her pet.

Of course, that hadn’t changed much now—but ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) I was her husband. Thinking about it like that, reality didn’t quite sink in.

Were we really husband and wife?

Suddenly, I remembered what Ayra once said—that something isn’t truly yours until you’ve opened the wrapping yourself.

So I slowly moved my hand, gently loosening the arm wrapped around my neck. Then I slipped out from her embrace and looked down at Ayra sleeping on the bed.

That’s when I saw my chest. On it, there was a clear bite mark, perfectly shaped like Ayra’s teeth. Right—she bit me. That’s what knocked me out.

What on earth was Ayra trying to do?

Strangely enough, my body felt great. The muscle pain was gone as if washed away. My body, which had felt as heavy as if lead had melted into my veins, now felt light as a feather.

I was in excellent condition. With this, I didn’t need bandages or medicine anymore. Had Ayra given me some sort of magical massage? Thinking that made me feel warm.

Skk.

I looked at the sleeping Ayra. Maybe because my body was so healthy, just gazing at her soft and alluring skin made my blood boil.

And so, without hesitation, I reached out to Ayra’s body. We were husband and wife, and we hadn’t even spent our first night together yet—. With that thought, I gently tugged at her shoulder strap.

Srrk.

Her white negligee slid down her pale, creamy skin like oiled silk. That barely-covered view of her chest—it made me feel like a pirate who had just discovered treasure.

Riding that high, I slid the negligee down even further.

The fabric caught a little on the curve of her chest, but with a bit of effort, it slipped down past the snag.

"...Nn..."

That’s when Ayra flinched. I froze in place, not even breathing. What if she woke up?

I really was doing something insane.

That thought briefly cooled my head. But then I saw them—her large, soft breasts, completely undisturbed even as she lay there, and her rosy areolas.

They were beautiful enough to make any madness feel worthwhile. I was Ayra’s husband, after all. I won the tournament after endless hardship—a rightful, lawful husband.

And yet Ayra wouldn’t even let me touch her body, while she had no problem jabbing at my sore body or unleashing overwhelming and violent force on me.

This was a scam marriage, wasn’t it?

Thinking that made a bitter resentment rise inside me like an imp’s horn. Of course, imps grow horns from their heads, but mine was rising from... below.

Skk.

Obeying the evil orders of that horn, I gently grabbed Ayra’s left breast.

Soft and full enough to fill my hand, the sensation shot tingles from my fingertips all the way to the crown of my head and the tips of my toes. Whatever brakes I had were now gone.

So be it.

Tonight, I’d make Ayra mine. I kneaded the breast I was holding slowly—and then something amazing happened.

Snrk, snrk.

"......."

Despite her even breathing, Ayra’s nipple between my fingers stiffened noticeably. Was she... feeling it?

I wanted to touch more.

I wanted to lick her with my tongue.

But.

Touching an already hardened nipple would be intensely stimulating. If so, Ayra—who didn’t sleep that deeply these days—might wake up.

So I regretfully left her chest alone and moved down to her lower half. Through the sheer silk negligee, I could see black lace underwear.

Just as I reached out to tug on one of the tied strings—

Something clamped down hard on my hand. At the same time, slender legs coiled around the back of my neck.

"In Sandora, there’s a species called rainbow spiders."

"......."

"Their males are much smaller and weaker than the females. So they mate while the females are asleep... or distracted while feeding."

"That is..."

"But do you know what happens when those small, pitiful males are caught by the females?"

It was not something I wanted to know. Just then, the bite mark on my chest from earlier began to throb.

What surfaced in my mind were white, pointed teeth. This time, Ayra might really devour me. That thought frightened me.

Ayra chuckled.

"They get eaten. As nourishment for the next generation’s offspring."

"...But Lady Ayra, you’re not a spider. You’re human."

I forced myself to speak. Ayra chuckled again.

"Of course—that’s the rainbow spider’s story. I’m human. And Teo, you’re human too. There’s no way I would eat you."

"That’s... true."

Even as I replied, relief coursed through me. It felt like an antidote spreading through a numbed body—sharp and prickling.

"Then, please let me go now."

Just as my arm was starting to cramp and her legs squeezing my torso began to really hurt—Ayra did not let go of my arm or her grip with her legs.

In fact, the pressure only grew stronger!

"L-Lady Ayra...?"