“Ugh!”
A sharp sting on her scalp made Iris frown slightly.
Then, her body trembled as the heavy pillar scraped along her inner walls.
Every time the massive member struck her cervix, her mind went completely blank, white as paper.
The sensation below was so fantastic it counteracted the pain of her pulled hair.
Abellus’s hips moved with insane speed, and with a loud smack, the bodies of man and woman pressed together as one.
“Hnng, ah, haa!”
“Kh.”
Abellus closed his eyes and tightened his grip on her hair until the veins stood out on his hand.
Only after lingering in the afterglow for a while did he finally pull out, his still-hard manhood sliding out of her entrance with a wet sound.
Having gone through two rounds in quick succession, Iris collapsed onto the bed with a dazed look on her face.
Fluids gushed out from within, wetting the sheets.
Normally, she would have leapt up in disgust, but having her energy sucked out so quickly left her no room to care.
She heard a rustling sound, and felt her body being wiped clean.
Lying on her side, she surrendered herself to Abellus, letting him do as he pleased.
After mixing their bodies twice, her guard against the Villain before her faded, and a sense of peacefulness washed over her—as if she’d just slept with an ordinary, handsome, well-built man.
‘Like this, I’m getting sleepy… Ah, whatever. If an emergency happens, the Chastity Belt will pop out and save me like last time. Abellus’s actions make it seem like he doesn’t know my true identity, and even if he has figured it out, would he really kill a woman he’s slept with twice, while she’s naked? …Whatever. Anyway, Chastity Belt, I’m counting on you.’
Crushing fatigue made her just want to let things be.
As she slowly blinked, about to drift off, Abellus, who had somehow come to lie beside her, slipped his hand under her side and reached for her chest.
He kneaded her softly, then pinched her nipple in a lewd way.
The odd sensation made Iris’s shoulders tense.
“Hngh, wait…”
“Shh…”
As his hard flesh pressed against her buttocks, the color drained from Iris’s face.
No way… Is he really trying to go again without a break?
Startled, she flinched and looked back, only to suck in a breath.
Abellus had suddenly slid his hand between her buttocks.
His touch softly stroked the inside of her thigh, threatening to reach her sensitive spot at any moment.
Iris stammered as she asked,
“Ah, Abellus?”
“Yes. Why did you call me?”
Abellus replied with feigned innocence, as if he weren’t stroking her thigh at all.
Iris tried to shake off his hand by wiggling her leg, but instead his touch only grew more insistent.
Right, Laika was famous for never getting tired either; no way Abellus, whose temper was every bit as foul as Laika’s, would fall behind.
It was clear that Superpowered Individuals were not only strong but also possessed impressive stamina.
At that moment, the face of another Superpowered Individual she knew—Johannes—flashed through Iris’s mind, but she quickly pushed it aside.
She already knew men like this had ridiculous endurance, but still, shouldn’t he give some rest to a partner who was obviously worn out?
Swallowing hard, Iris continued,
“Are you… going to do it again?”
“Are you… going to stop here?”
Abellus immediately shot back, his voice brimming with mischief.
He buried his face in her neck, groping her chest even more persistently.
“Well, maybe… we could rest a little… hngh.”
Before Iris could finish, she arched her head back and moaned.
The hand stroking her inner thigh finally found her mound.
Fingers naturally parted the slick folds moistened by two previous rounds, and began circling her clit.
He didn’t even fumble for the spot; clearly, he’d grown quite familiar with her body.
Her mind wanted rest, but her body, traitorously, seemed more than happy for his touch.
The lingering heat from their lovemaking made her flush at the slightest caress, and her thighs, which she’d meant to close, loosened slightly.
Immediately, his hand delved deeper, boldly toying with her sex.
Abellus whispered in her ear, his excitement clear in his voice.
“We don’t have much time.”
“Ah…”
Iris nodded faintly.
Maybe he just wanted to enjoy themselves until the laundry finished.
She glanced at the clock on the side table; soon, it would be time for most office workers to get off work.
Unless this Laboratory overworked its employees, it would close up when everyone else left.
Her honey-gold eyes, which had been growing hazy, sharpened again.
Now that she thought about it, this was no time to doze off.
Before going home, she needed to have sex with Abellus at least once more and steal more of his power.
That was a Hero’s fate.
‘And I can’t forget about the necklace, either.’
She’d almost forgotten because she felt so languid, but when the chance came, she also had to steal that necklace, which she suspected was a holy relic.
As soon as she got it, she planned to use the Book of Escape to get out of here as fast as possible.
She had to accomplish everything today.
She had a feeling there would be no next time.
Even if the opportunity came again, she had no desire to visit Abellus’s Laboratory like she had with Laika.
Even though he was acting polite for now, this man was a cruel Villain who handled a Hero’s Corpse without a second thought.
He seemed even worse—no, much worse—than Laika.
His face and body were certainly attractive, but the idea of continuing this relationship any further was downright revolting.
He was like a drug she needed to quit, and fast.
As she arbitrarily interpreted his actions as meaning they’d go another round or two before quitting, she suddenly heard something she could hardly believe.
“Don’t worry, I’ve locked everything up tight. No one’s coming to the Director’s Office today. Probably all night.”
“…What? You said we don’t have much time…”
Iris trailed off, rustling on the bed.
The rest of his words were hard to process.
No matter how much he locked up, asking her to have sex all night in a room set aside in the Laboratory—not even a house—showed just how crazy he really was.
Laika had grumbled whenever Iris said she was tired, but at least he would relent.
Abellus, on the other hand, gave her the terrible feeling he would torment her all night long.
Just then, his hand, which had briefly stopped, began teasing her again, drawing out moans with every touch.
With each shudder from Iris, he seemed to enjoy her reactions, his hand moving even faster.
“Sometimes, I even sleep here. When I do, I lock the Director’s Office and relax like I’m at home.”
“Ah… my clothes, hngh, the laundry’s done—ah, wait. I have to put them in the dryer…!”
Abellus’s hand, slick with her arousal, moved rapidly up and down.
He teased her clit, then slid his fingers down to circle her entrance, repeating the motion over and over.
Iris trembled, struggling weakly.
She’d thought this would end after a round or two, but now she worried she might literally die of exhaustion here before she could steal his powers.
And being alone all night in this dark Laboratory with him gave her the creeps.
Unlike an ordinary apartment building with regular neighbors, the “residents” here were monsters and unidentified corpses.
Ignoring her feeble resistance, Abellus continued his caresses and spoke in a casual tone.
“The laundry staff will put them in the dryer, fold them nicely, and wrap them in plastic for you. You can wear them when you leave tomorrow, Miss Iris.”
“Ah, nngh, hngh!”
Iris’s protest ended in failure.
Abellus lifted one of her thighs and thrust his hardened manhood deep inside her entrance.
Despite her shock, Iris’s sex tightened around him as if to welcome him.
The rough thrusts pushed her forward on the bed, then drew her back again and again.
Even as her mind went blank from the pleasure, she forced herself to run through her plan.
‘Anyway, I have to steal his powers… I’ll go along with this for another round or two, then grab the necklace and run with the Book of Escape.’
“Ugh…”
With effort, Iris forced her heavy eyelids open and blinked herself awake.
The world was dim, but she could see the faint glow of dawn through the small window.
A wry chuckle escaped her lips.
She’d been so afraid of being alone all night with Abellus in the dark Laboratory, but it was all pointless worry.
She hadn’t had a chance to even consider the situation—she’d just been consumed by mindless sex.
‘Where did Abellus go?’
She turned her stiff neck and saw that she was alone in the bed.
Her gaze drifted around the room, and a faint smile tugged at her lips.
Wherever he’d gone, he wasn’t here; she couldn’t sense his presence anywhere.
Now was her golden chance to steal the necklace.
But as Iris tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her, and she shrank back with a gasp.
“Ugh…”