## Chapter 380 – Reapers of the Machine (7)
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“Which way do I go?”
“U-um… that… that way…
To the room with the sign number 57…”
Ranié was being led by Antonio through the lavish corridors of Floraz.
She trembled slightly, startled by the force with which Antonio opened the door and pulled her inside.
In the end, Ranié was led to the bedside, still caught in his strong grip, without even realizing it.
‘Hngh!! S-So forceful!!
Is he going to lay me down…?
It’s been so long since I’ve met a man like this!!’
Perhaps it was because she had only dealt with clumsy boys from the academy for a while. Antonio led her with textbook precision, holding her shoulders and seating her on the bed. His actions felt both forceful and exciting.
Feeling her heart pound, Ranié squeezed her eyes shut, waiting to be laid down on the bed this time.
“Sit here, Regulus.”
– Chirp!
‘……?’
A creaking sound came from a short distance away.
When Ranié opened her eyes, she saw Antonio sitting on the sofa, which was practically just for decoration, and a mechanical bird chirping on the tea table.
Antonio was leaning comfortably against the back of the sofa, legs crossed, and his voice was indifferent as he spoke. Ranié, with a blank expression, awkwardly answered his question.
“How long is the course, roughly?”
“T-Three hours…?”
“Longer than I thought.”
“It’s… it’s the VIP course…”
“Then I might be able to rest well.
Regulus, initiate the simple maintenance protocol.”
– Chirp chirp!!
Antonio muttered something to the mechanical bird, then peered inside the bird as its belly opened smoothly with a metallic sound. He began checking various things.
He had come to a sacred place in many ways, yet he was suddenly performing pod maintenance as if it were his own workshop.
Ranié, still sitting on the bed with a dumbfounded expression, spoke to him. Antonio didn’t even glance at her, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Um… are you… not going to do it…?”
“Not doing it.”
“I… I already got paid…?”
“Think of it as paid leave.”
“But doing nothing at all…”
“If I’m the customer who paid…
My order is just to kill time here.
Let me know when the time is up.”
He didn’t even look at her, completely absorbed in maintaining Regulus.
‘A man focused on his work… hngh…♡
But asking me to tell him the time, what is this…!?’
Ranié, who had been about to grab the back of her neck, pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks at his words, which seemed to treat her like an alarm clock.
‘I’m Ranié…!! Madame Renée of Floraz!!
E-Everyone is dying to do it with me!!’
Usually, unless Floraz was seriously busy and overflowing, she hardly ever had to fill in like this.
Smooth, well-shaped calves compared to the Hénias, and firm thighs subtly visible through the dress.
And a well-proportioned pelvis and waist, with gazes lingering on her full breasts that revealed a deep cleavage.
Moreover, she had the advantage of being a beautiful human, which wasn’t a matter of taste. When she, who mainly worked in the lobby, strolled through the lobby in a glamorous dress, the attention focused on her was almost overwhelming.
Although it might not quite fit the image of a woman working in a brothel, unlike Vivian, who exuded a queen-like aura that could mercilessly squeeze any man (as long as she didn’t hold a knife).
As an energetic, lively, and even young-looking baby madame (if you don’t count the knives), it was perhaps natural for her to receive the sticky gazes of many men.
As a result, in the tall tales spread by the few men who had occasionally done it with her, ‘Madame Renée’ had become a woman with a legendary body surpassing even beast-kin Hénias, despite being human.
A woman of that subtle peculiarity, somewhere between the purity that one wanted to defile and the madness that awakened the survival instinct and stimulated the reproductive instinct.
‘I… I’m a woman you can’t get even with money!!
Well, to be precise, I only do it when I feel like it…!!’
How many times had she refused offers from men who asked if they could be with her, no matter the price?
But now that the opportunity to be with her, whom others yearned for so much, had come, he was just coldly doing machine maintenance.
“You think I’ll give up…?”
Clutching the blanket tightly, she muttered to herself quietly for a moment, then abruptly stood up and got off the bed.
“A shadow…”
As a shadow fell before him, Antonio turned his gaze to see Ranié, who had changed into a revealing negligee, slightly bowing before him.
Her beautiful, teardrop-shaped breasts, worthy of the title ‘Cave’s Best Tits,’ revealed their deep and full cleavage with a heavy presence, following gravity. Antonio’s precise fingertips twitched slightly at the sight.
Seeing this, Ranié inwardly smirked, but outwardly maintained an indifferent expression, trying to meet the gaze of Antonio, who was pointedly looking only at the mechanical bird.
“Oh my? So this is what the inside looks like?”
“… It’s a machine. Even though it looks small,
the number of gears used inside exceeds 4000.”
“Wow!! It’s small but incredibly packed?
You made this yourself, right?”
“Pods are usually made by oneself, so yes.
There are general-purpose pods, but those are just a base…”
“I wish I had something like that too…
Something… small and packed.”
As Ranié’s hand reached up to Antonio’s sturdy thigh, he grabbed her wrist and tried to push her away.
‘Hehe~ He’s just a little strong!!
A strong man… might be nice…♡’
Indeed, his strength seemed to come from wielding a hammer in the workshop for more than just a day or two. Ranié smiled brightly, suppressing his hand with her own strength, and slightly bent over even more.
The destructive power of the combination of a thin, revealing negligee and bursting, voluptuous breasts was truly something.
‘Once I bury him in my chest, he won’t be able to move!!’
A reverse rape that only a woman blessed by Enic could perform.
Antonio, who had been comfortably crossing his legs until now, even unfolded them and pushed Ranié’s arm away with trembling hands.
As her full breasts approached his face, he averted his gaze as if burdened, waving his hands and deactivating Regulus’s maintenance mode.
Regulus, seeing his master about to be subjected to lewd acts by a female, chirped and fluttered his wings, trying to threaten her even though it was hardly intimidating.
“Ugh… What kind of woman has this much strength!?”
“I can treat you well…?
So let’s have a packed time together…”
In the midst of all this, her attack, which tried to press down on him with her full weight, was about to engulf his face with a barrage of breasts reminiscent of the universe.
– Crash!!
“Ugh…!! What!?”
Breaking through the window, a ninja appeared!!
Well, not really a ninja, but someone dressed in black from head to toe rolled into the room.
Watching the figure in a mask roll cleanly across the floor and land in a low stance, one could tell it wasn’t their first time.
Startled by this, Ranié moved away from Antonio and transformed Nemea into its combat suit form.
“Regulus! Armor deployment protocol!!”
Antonio, too, seemed to judge that the situation of someone suddenly breaking through the window and rolling in was not normal.
He immediately grabbed Regulus, who was flapping on the tea table, and transformed him, pushing the sofa back and standing up.
“Who are you!!”
As the two men and women were on guard against the mysterious intruder.
The masked figure, revealing only their black eyes, was looking at them.
“I don’t know who you are, but surrender.
This facility is being used by the Barenhausen Death Squad…”
The moment Antonio warned the opponent, raising the arm of the deployed armor and adopting a boxing stance with a resolute voice.
“Ah ha! An opening!!”
Ranié, noticing the eyes of the unidentified person, which seemed to be trembling for some reason, immediately rushed towards the opponent, aiming for the gap.
The sound of the fist cutting through the air with a whoosh caused Antonio’s eyes to widen as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have.
However, the masked person narrowly avoided the attack just before her fist reached them.
Whether they were showing off their excellent martial arts skills, they dodged the three additional strikes from Ranié by a hair’s breadth, rolled to the side, and jumped onto the bed.
Since Ranié’s attacks, relying on Nemea and disregarding injuries, were threatening, Antonio quickly stepped in to stop her.
“Wait! Stop…! Let’s capture them!!”
The heavy sensation of the mechanical arm deployed by Regulus grabbing her wrist made Ranié realize anew the power of a mechanical device powered by hydraulic pistons and power converters, and she stopped in her tracks.
“Ehh? Let… let me go…!!”
“They may have intended to harm the Death Squad.
Or they may not be a lone perpetrator.”
“Well… I’m not confident either?
They… seem pretty good.”
Ranié, who had sensed the difference in skill from the opponent who had dodged the fist swung with enough force to cut through the air four times in a row.
This feeling was similar to when she had encountered Deborah the investigator during the infiltration of the Backen estate and crossed swords with her.
Even though she was stronger, the difference in skill inevitably narrowed the gap, and she realized it.
Ranié, who was only speaking politely because the opponent was Antonio, was glaring at the masked person again with an insecure expression.
“I’ll ask again. Who are you?”
At Antonio’s question, who was still holding Ranié’s wrist, the unidentified masked person blinked, seemingly avoiding his gaze on the bed for a moment.
Perhaps sensing hesitation there, Antonio seemed to be thinking of resolving the situation through dialogue first, giving the opponent a final warning in a firm tone.
“I am an assistant in the Engineering Department of Saint Plansina Academy and am responsible for assisting this Death Squad.
Due to the absence of personnel from the Public Security Police Department, if you do not answer immediately and surrender willingly, I will suppress you, even if I have to use somewhat rough methods… um…?”
However, before he could finish speaking, the opponent, who had hidden their abyss-like black eyes under their eyelids, took out something like a marble from their waist and immediately threw it at their feet.
“Eek!!”
Along with Ranié’s flustered voice, a rich smoke rose up, completely obscuring the vision of the two men and women.
“Keuh…!!”
The sudden scattering of smoke and the foul odor it emitted.
Just as Ranié, who had experienced something similar before, was about to gasp in surprise, she felt a hand covering her nose and a soft sensation touching her lips.
“Eueuum!!”
She seemed to be pulled in for a moment, and before she knew it, she was facing the man with her nose touching his.
Although it wasn’t exactly fresh, the exhilarating sensation of cleaner air than the smoke being blown into her mouth was there.
Ranié widened her eyes in surprise at Antonio, then fluttered her eyelids as if melting.
“……”
“Chup… Uueuuu…”
Ranié was almost completely pressed against Antonio’s thick chest.
Sharing and sharing the limited clean air through each other’s lungs.
Then, without even realizing it, she poked the other person’s tongue with her own, and when the other person’s tongue, which had seemed unresponsive for a moment, pushed in.
Ranié, who had completely closed her eyes, entangled her tongue with his in bliss, biting his lips.
“Eum… Uueuum…”
Had a short time passed like that?
Unable to calm her rising chest, she pressed her voluptuous breasts against him and shared oxygen and lips together for a long time.
Finally, Ranié opened her eyes at Antonio’s action of pushing her away and taking his lips off hers.
– Beep beep!! Beep beep!!
Regulus, who had already returned to his bird form, flapped his wings and spun like a fan, blowing all the smoke out of the broken window.
Ranié, who had been unaware of this, blushed and looked at Antonio with sparkling eyes filled with longing, who still hadn’t taken his hand off her shoulder.
“Ahem. The ventilation should be sufficient by now.
But it doesn’t seem to be a toxic gas.
It seems to be just a smokescreen… it’s already gone.”
Startled by Antonio’s words, Ranié turned around and discovered that the mysterious person who had been on the bed had disappeared, regretting that she had missed them and clenching her fist tightly.
“Let’s go out and sort out the situation first.
We must also ensure the safety of the Death Squad.”
“Y-Yes…”
“An unidentified trespasser infiltrated the facility used by the Death Squad.
The height is in the late 160s, and although it was difficult to see due to the clothes and mask…
Judging from the average physique and behavior, it is possible that it is a woman.”
Antonio, who was muttering to himself and reorganizing the situation, soon discovered something and bent down to pick it up.
“And… this is…”
He raised what appeared to be the remaining fragments of the smokescreen that the masked person had thrown earlier, a thick paper shell, in front of his eyes.
Antonio tilted his head and showed it to Regulus, who was perched on his shoulder, then carefully put it in his pocket.
“If I’m not mistaken, it seems to be something made in Chao Xing.
I can’t understand why they would do something like this.”
In the end, the masked person had escaped, and the situation was completely ruined.
Antonio turned to Ranié, who was awkwardly fidgeting, and asked.
“Thank you for dealing with it together earlier. What is the lady’s name?”
“Ra… Ranié…”
“Ranié. Thank you, Lady Ranié.”
“Ah… you’re welcome…”
Nemea, who had been in the form of combat black tights until just now, had already returned to the form of a negligee.
Perhaps impressed by Ranié’s actions of striking the masked person first, Antonio asked a question, and she stammered and returned the answer as it was.
“I will thank you later as a token of my appreciation…”
Ranié hurriedly replied to him as he said he would thank her and turned towards the door.
How rushed she was, she made a mistake and squeaked, then cleared her throat and asked a question.
“Dinner together!! Ahem…!! Would you like to……?”
“Dinner, you say…”
Hearing her words, Antonio gave a faint smile, took out a small business card from his chest, and handed it to her.
“If that is sufficient.”
Ranié, who was frozen in place until she heard the sound of Antonio opening the door and walking down the corridor, was staring blankly at him leaving, still holding the business card in her hand.
She, too, had a lot to think about.
The smell of the smokescreen, which she somehow seemed to have smelled somewhere before.
At least she had smelled something similar somewhere.
‘Mademoiselle… Could it be related to the guy who released the poison back then…?’
In the midst of the chaos at that time when the Hénias were on the verge of annihilation, she had ended up losing a subordinate and a colleague who served Enic. She couldn’t suppress the intuition that this sense of unease was bringing.
But if that dangerous guy and this masked person were the same person, why did they only use ordinary smoke this time instead of poison?
If they were going to reveal themselves anyway, it would have been better to silence them for sure.
The more she thought about it, the more her head seemed to hurt. Ranié, who had transformed Nemea, who was in the form of a negligee, back into a dress.
“I have to tell Vivian-nim…”
Just like Antonio, who had left first, she was about to put her hand on the doorknob when Ranié, suddenly distracted by the business card in her hand, was gently looking down at the business card.
“Ah… Antonio… is it…?”
The warmth that had been on her lips just a moment ago.
And the reliability felt in the arms that hugged her tightly as if protecting her.
Thinking of herself, who had somehow felt relieved and shamelessly stuck out her tongue, Ranié couldn’t help but giggle.
Without knowing what mistake she had made, she was smiling brightly with a blushing face, but soon she had a blank expression while reading the business card.
“Stel…ben…?
Antonio… von Sterben?”
In the end, Ranié, who had been lost in thought for a very short time, opened the door abruptly, left the room, and closed the door.
Now, only silence remained in the room.
Behind the curtain by the window, the masked person, who had been thought to have already escaped, was revealing their figure again in the room where everyone had disappeared, almost indistinguishable from the shadows cast on the wall at first glance.
The masked person, who seemed to have been listening to something, lowered their head and took off the mask.
– Intruder!!
– Evacuate the guests!!
‘Did I… block it……?’
Even in the midst of having to leave immediately, she brushed the flowing black hair that fell out as soon as she took off the mask behind her ear, looking bitter as if she was frustrated.
“…… They don’t recognize me.
But… I was hoping a little…”
Even so, recalling the gaze that the blonde woman, Ranié, who had left the room following Antonio just now, had given Antonio.
Recalling the sight of her clinging to her man without a care, seducing him with a charming voice.
Hyerin bit her lip slightly, recalling the business card that Antonio had given Ranié at the end.
‘I can do that much too, of course…’
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