Show Me Your Stats! - Chapter 52

Chapter 52

T.w. Monster Fucking…?

Ayra dragged his tired feet back to the inn. Because this was an emergency situation where he needed to scrimp and save as much money as possible, he decided to stay at an inn that was far too shabby and lacking for a mage, let alone a lord. Because Bolney also was home to many Mollunka followers, there were three wooden flowers hanging at the entrance of the inn.

The young lord bought a dish consisting of smoked poultry, though he was unsure if it was chicken or duck, along with a glass of alcohol. Tonight, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to sleep without drinking. As he reviewed the constant hardships he had faced since coming to Solar, his grudge against the one who killed his family burned intensely.

Since there was no table in his room, Ayra sat on the bed and had a drinking party by himself. He sighed as he munched on the tough smoked bird that was a bit lacking as a drinking side dish. Pebble clung to Ayra’s cheek as if it were trying to console him.

‘I wonder how much it would cost if I sold everything in my inventory and filled it with food.’

If nothing worked out, Ayra was willing to go back and forth to personally buy food. He had enough space in his astral inventory for about two large carts of supplies. As he thought about what roads would be the most efficient, he manifested the map window. “Mmm, This is the castle. This road leads to Dallum Gorge… And this is the road I used to go to Sobleche. The shortest route to Bolney is…narrow. A single cart might be able to pass through.”

Each path had a marker at the junction connecting to the territories. To explore the most quick and efficient route, Ayra repeatedly zoomed in and out of the map. He frowned and paused; the map zoomed out. Usually only Solar’s lands were visible, but now the map could be expanded further…perhaps because he was currently in Bolney.

“Populate the map a bit.”

At Ayra’s request, a huge amount of mana flowed out of him, and dots of various colors began to appear on the map. These represented the beings detectable by his awakened magic in Bolney. Suppressing the urge to vomit due to the excessive magic power consumption, Ayra meticulously scrutinized the map.

His white cheeks were flushed from intoxication. His dazzling gray eyes, filled with intense concentration, roamed from the current inn he was staying in to the merchants he visited today and then to where the carrier birds were located, all the way to the mountain ranges. Soon, his gaze stopped at a particular point.

A bright smile finally broke out on Ayra’s face. He tried to poke the area where the dots were the densest, but the young lord merely floundered with his hands in the air. When the supply of mana was cut off, the busily moving dots also stopped as well. 

“If all goes well, this could be used as a road,” Ayra murmured; he almost couldn’t believe his eyes and checked multiple times to see if he had seen correctly.

“…Come to think of it, we also have something worth selling in our territory, don’t we?”

Ayra chuckled like a madman before finally succumbing to the effects of alcohol and fatigue, falling onto the bed. The sound of his head hitting either the wall or the hard bed echoed as he flopped back.

“Our fiefdom…should now… earn some money…” the drunken mage mumbled happily before he soon fell into a deep sleep. Even slumber couldn’t erase the smile on his face. The map window flashed above Ayra’s head.

Pebble laid its body atop its lightly snoring owner’s forehead. Glistening black eyes gazed at the map window. If one were to look where its gaze was directed, they would see a path made of blue dots glowing faintly.

When the spirit closed its eyes, all the other dots on the map vanished, leaving only a single red dot. The red dot, which was quite close to the spirit’s current position, blinked for a moment before disappearing alongside the map window.

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“Master, welcome back.”

The moment Ayra entered, the Labyrinth slaves bowed from their waists and greeted the mage as if they were a chorus. Ayra was about to pass them, with no thoughts given, but when he tilted his head: their numbers were short. “Where did one of you go?”

At the question, the slave that had worked here the longest spoke politely without meeting Ayra’s eyes. “Oben died this morning.”

“I’m sure I told you all to be extra careful when feeding the beasts.” Ayra lightly clicked his tongue. No matter how careful he was, at least once a month a slave broke a safety rule and died at the hands of a demonic beast. 

“I’ve told you many times that the demonic beasts I’m managing can kill people in an instant, no matter how beautiful, cute, and cool they may be. So, they require meticulous and special care.” Ayra took a heavy book off the bookshelf and placed it down with a thud. Each important page was densely packed with the precautions that needed to be taken. 

These slaves were all cruel individuals who had taken multiple lives in a gruesome manner and had been sentenced to death after being arrested–oftentimes caught red-handed. At times, Ayra found the nature of their crimes absolutely reprehensible, but he tried to fulfill his responsibility, even though they were heinous criminals. Nevertheless, it was a pity that only two out of the countless individuals who served a ten-year sentence under him had managed to complete their penance labor and leave his care.

Moreover, one of them had attempted to commit another crime while evading surveillance and was caught on the spot. This time, that individual wasn’t even afforded the mercy of being Ayra’s slave; he became a living wall clock for another senior mage.

‘To use screams as an hourly alarm…that senior certainly has a unique taste…’

He wondered what had happened to that human clock, before quickly realizing the time and hurrying his steps. There were demonic beasts waiting for him. His steps were lively as they descended the stairs to the basement. His feet didn’t falter even once as he passed by his precious collection.

At the end of the long underground corridor was a locked door. When Ayra snapped his finger, the lock immediately opened and the door burst open. The mage stepped through the door, heart filled with excitement, before pausing. Ahh~ He couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

It was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The red hair looked incredibly fine and soft, and the red eyes shining through the darkness resembled exquisite jewels. With fair and smooth skin, a muscular, well-proportioned body, and sturdy legs, it was a truly magnificent bipedal creature.

When Ayra appeared, its red eyes, which had been sharply looking around the room, widened for a moment before narrowing. Despite hearing that this creature had harmed countless lives before being captured, Ayra was fearless in his approach. The mage thought that the handcuffs and chains on its neck and wrists were well suited for the creature–like accessories.

As he reached out with his hand, the red demonic beast tilted its head. Ayra touched the muzzle fitted into its mouth very cautiously and then brushed past its cheek to stroke the area around its beautiful eyes. “How lovely.” 

There was a frustrated growl from its gagged mouth. Ayra, who had fallen for the creature at first sight, hesitated but eventually released the bit. Saliva dripped and connected its lips to the dangling bit. When the creature’s ruddy tongue lightly licked the pressure marks the muzzle had left on its lips, Ayra momentarily lost his composure but quickly regained his senses.

‘Ah–I can’t. No matter how much I like beasts, I can’t go into heat myself.’

Now that he took a closer look, he saw several whip marks on its sturdy body. While stroking the reddened marks, Ayra suddenly remembered that he had been personally experimenting with the hardness of its muscle and skin with a whip. Before he knew it, the Mage had a whip in hand.

“Even if it hurts, you need to endure the pain. Good boy~ How kind.” Ayra said affectionately, moving his fingers along the curves of its mouth. The tip of his white finger scratched underneath its chin before he swung the whip relentlessly. A sharp crack rang out as the whip engraved a red scar upon the beast’s body.

The creature’s near-perfect body flinched. Its muscles–which looked as if they were carved from stone–contracted tightly in response to the pain, creating deep furrows. When Ayra swung the whip again, another red line was drawn across its thick chest. Another crack sounded out; another line was drawn across its muscled–like a horse–thighs.

A broken groan escaped from the demonic beast’s mouth. That sound had unknowingly excited Ayra, and the next wound the mage inflicted bled from the excess force used.

After thoroughly experimenting with the hardness of the beast’s hide, Ayra lowered the whip. He moved his hand along the grain of its bumps and muscles to examine the wounds he had made. ‘Was it wearing any pants?’ The mage looked down for a moment and chuckled. Of course not, as a creature, it wouldn’t be wearing pants. Its naked body had an artistic beauty to it, as if it were a finely sculpted piece of art.

Possessed by the allure of that body, Ayra was completely oblivious to the intense red gaze fixated on him. After he’d spent some time caressing its wounds, he ecstatically mumbled to himself, “Is the inside as beautiful as the outside?”

Clink–! 

The chains binding the creature jingled loudly as Ayra’s gentle and fine fingers wandered across its chest. The beast’s heart pounded rather fast. The heart was located in its chest just like a human’s.

The hand prowling about the beast’s chest lowered to its abs before digging in with pointed nails. ‘What about here? Surely the organs of this scarlet beauty would be beautiful as well…’

While deeply absorbed in his thoughts, Ayra suddenly felt a piercing gaze and lifted his head. His gaze met the creature’s intense, almost fiery eyes. Its lips, which had endured the suffering, formed a wry curve. “Ayra.” 

“…Hm?”

‘Did I hear wrong? Did this monster just talk? It knows my name?’ Ayra blinked several times.

The chuckling demonic beast flexed its upper body. Its biceps bulged as if they were about to burst, and, with a crunching sound, it broke the chains.

“Huh?” This situation was almost unimaginable, so Ayra was left in a daze. The beast freed its other hand from the shackles with its now free limb. The mage attempted to take action belatedly, but a hand shot out like an arrow, gripping his throat tightly. The mage gasped, feeling his breath being cut off. The creature had torn off the chains from around its neck now and clasped the shackles it had torn off its own wrists around Ayra’s. The clinking sound sent shivers down the mage’s spine.

“Ah–no! How can a demonic beast…” 

The monster coiled the chain around the still astonished mage’s neck lightly, pressing the mage to the ground. The feeling of a large, inhuman penis rubbing along the mage’s spine and dripping with precum made goosebumps rise along the mage’s skin. Ayra struggled to escape, but, strangely, his magic didn’t seem to work. 

The beast growled, nibbling on Ayra’s ear painfully, “Wanna get thoroughly fucked by a monster once?”