Dusty was engrossed in kneading my breasts like a child. I blankly stared as my large, white augmented breasts were massaged by his filthy hands.
The feeling of being defiled. A tingling sensation spread through my vagina. My heart pounded so violently I worried the bastard fondling my chest might hear it.
What... is this feeling?
Just two days ago, this bastard couldn't even look me in the eye - a worthless piece of trash. He's still the same garbage now. Yet here I am getting excited from having my breasts groped by such scum?
I glared at Dusty's hands massaging my chest with a resentful expression. But seeing myself being molested only made the rising excitement intensify.
My breasts were dragged around and thoroughly violated by Dusty's hands. The handprints left on my chest made me feel like they'd always been his toys from the beginning.
How dare you play with my body?
Just as indignation threatened to surge, Dusty's rough palm brushed against my areola, stimulating me - transforming that anger into lust.
"Ah..."
When I let out a moan, Dusty's hands stopped. As the stimulation on my breasts ceased, I felt disappointed.
"Ah, does it hurt?"
"It's fine. Keep touching me."
"Ah, yes ma'am!"
Oops.
I belatedly realized I'd asked him to touch me, not massage me.
What's happening to me? Asking Dusty to fondle my breasts?
It's not my fault. This perverted combat suit modified my body to feel pleasure from the slightest stimulation. Otherwise, I'd never feel this way about Dusty.
My vagina grew wetter each time Dusty kneaded my breasts. When he lightly rubbed my nipples, I even let out kinky moans.
It's dangerous to keep surrendering my body to him like this. And his erect penis tip kept poking my buttocks. I'm reaching my limit.
If this bastard seriously attacks me, resisting with this female body will be difficult. Worst case scenario - I could get fucked all night by him then immediately sold into slavery.
I need to follow the plan.
I urgently grabbed Dusty's groping hand to stop him. Turning around, I looked into his eyes.
Dusty blushed and averted his gaze.
Still holding his hand, I spoke with my gentlest expression.
"Thank you, Dusty. Thanks to you, all the knots are gone. You're my lifesaver."
Dusty froze, staring at my face speechlessly. After a moment, he jolted upright and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I-I just did what anyone would."
I squeezed his hand tighter.
"I want to give you a small reward."
"Hoh! Could it be! W-will you let me suck your breasts?!"
I furrowed my brow deeply. Anything but putting my body parts in that bastard's mouth. His breath reeks of rotting meat from all the spoiled food he eats - no way I'm letting him suck me.
Forcing a smile. Gentle tone.
"No, I won't let you suck them today. Instead, I'll give you something better."
"Huh? Wh-what kind of, guh!"
Dusty turned stone-still as he felt his zipper being pulled down.
"Ready to feel good?"
"Aaaa!! Thank you!! You're my goddess! Thank you so much!!"
What's with this reaction?
Dusty hugged me tightly like an idiot, drooling as if genuinely moved. The stench of pig blood and rot stabbed my nostrils.
Pushing his chest away with difficulty, I spoke.
"I'll do what you're imagining. Lie down."
"Y-yes!!"
Dusty lay down faster than I'd ever seen him move. His erect penis stood rigidly outside his unzipped pants.
I approached his prone body and bent over. Dusty must be seeing the spectacle of massive breasts cascading toward his face.
Pretending shyness, I covered Dusty's face with my long straight hair. Through small gaps between strands, I felt his gaze stealing glances at my breasts.
My hand trailed down from his flabby chest to his waist. Dusty trembled with tension and anticipation.
I felt slightly guilty. But I have no choice to survive.
Dusty suddenly shouted with deep emotion.
"G-goddess! Thank you so much! I wanted to be with a woman too. But no one would, even for money... I thought I'd die without ever having sex, but thanks to you, I'm finally doing it!!"
Dusty was so excited he didn't notice me pulling the knife from his waist.
I covered his mouth with one hand and plunged the knife into his neck.
"Ghk!"
One more stab.
"Kuhuk!"
My strength is too weak - not working well.
"Grak!"
I savagely twisted the knife left and right for irreversible damage.
My original self would've severed his spine in one strike, but this was my best with this body.
Dusty choked on blood flooding his windpipe, crying like a slaughtered pig.
"Ggrgk grak, ggeok!"
His chest heaved violently as he lay there.
Foamy, violent blood gushed from the knife wound in his neck.
Soon, Dusty stopped making agonized sounds or thrashing in pain.
I feel slightly sorry he died like this, but if he hadn't died, I would have.
Leaving Dusty's corpse behind, I exited the cell.
A cheerful sound effect accompanied brightly glowing quest completion text.
[Quest succeeded. Obtained Unique Capsule.]
Without delay, I immediately opened the capsule. If it's Unique, it might contain something useful for my situation.
[Acquired 'Stealth LV. 1' skill.]
Skill Name: Stealth LV. 1
Description: Conceals presence for 10 minutes. Skill cancels when attacking targets.
"Not bad."
In this world where killing is daily life, just escaping safely is an achievement. Some might call it cowardly, but surviving lets me fight another day. Plus, following the "first strike wins" logic, I could easily kill enemies with ambushes.
With a pounding heart, I activated 'Stealth LV. 1' from the skill window. My vision blurred momentarily.
"Huh? Where'd my arm go?"
The arm holding the knife I stole from Dusty had vanished. Only the knife floated midair. Even my tattered rag of clothing hovered visibly.
"Damn it."
Being invisible is good, but like this it's only usable when stripping naked to escape. It should at least hide worn clothes or held weapons.
I glared at 'Stealth LV. 1' in the skill window. The 'LV' followed by '1' bothered me. Maybe the low skill level explains this half-assed performance.
"Whatever, escape first."
I removed my clothes, leaving them with the knife beside Dusty's corpse. Completely naked, I carefully ascended the stairs to the first floor.
The door connecting to the first floor creaked slightly. Thankfully, the lobby was empty. Being nighttime, only one guard was posted at the entrance - and even he was nodding off.
Grrroowl-
My stomach betrayed me by growling loudly during this life-or-death situation. The growl echoed loudly in the silence. Luckily, the guard seemed too asleep to hear.
I should grab food. Escaping only to starve would be pointless.
I picked up a canned food from the corner table. Checking the mirror, I put the entire can in my mouth. The mirror showed the can disappearing. Thankfully, items inside my body seem affected by stealth too.
With the can hidden in my mouth, I crouched and carefully passed the guard. Can't get caught. Move carefully.
As I passed him, the guard suddenly sniffed loudly. Then muttered in a low tone:
"Bitch scent."
I nearly swallowed the entire can in shock. Was I caught?
Slowly raising my head to look at the guard's face. Seen up close, I recognized him even in darkness - the high-cheekboned, skinny bastard Piram.
This bastard's overly sensitive nature makes him irritable about everything. His personality makes him a light sleeper famous for constant sleep-talking.
"Bitches are good. Not actual dogs - bitches like you."
Piram kept nodding off while asleep. He was just sleep-talking as usual.
Phew, almost had a heart attack. I'd never heard his sleep-talk before - what ridiculous nonsense.
As I safely passed him and neared escape, Duran's smug face suddenly flashed in my mind.
My blood seemed to freeze instantly.
He did those vile things to me, nearly sold me into slavery - and I'll just leave without consequence?
I glared murderously at the second-floor stairs leading to Duran's room.
Should I kill this bastard too?
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