## Chapter 93 – No. 25 . Outer Spirit
No. 25 groggily opened his eyes and reflexively looked around.
It was just a simple head turn, but even that made every muscle in his body scream.
With a pained groan, No. 25 barely managed to raise his upper body.
Rowe, who should have been in the bed, was nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that he hadn’t been considerate of her first time and had been too rough, causing her to leave?
Useless anxieties began to surface, but as if to suppress those negative thoughts, a welcome voice reached No. 25’s ears.
“You’re awake?”
The voice came from the kitchen. No. 25 struggled to move towards her, and soon Rowe’s back, as she cooked, came into view.
Rowe wasn’t wearing proper clothes, only an apron, and she was humming a tune, cooking with cheerful movements.
She hadn’t showered yet, and the white ejaculate from last night was stuck like graffiti on her exposed, voluptuous buttocks. Seeing the remnants of their passionate encounter, the warmth and lust from her body, with which he had intertwined for three days, resurfaced.
No. 25 naturally approached Rowe from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his morning erection between her buttocks, rubbing up and down.
She tried to act nonchalant, but her vulva was dripping with sticky fluids, causing pleasant shivers with each touch.
Rowe, seeing No. 25’s pleading eyes as if wanting to recreate the sensations of that day, said in a firm tone,
“Not now… I’m making breakfast.”
Despite her words, her face was redder than the tomato she held in her hand.
“If you want to, after you finish eating… okay?”
He wanted to do it right away, but he had no intention of forcing her against her will.
No. 25 nodded and sat at the table, waiting, then cautiously called out the title he had been granted that day to her back.
“Um, well… Mom?”
Rowe’s shoulders twitched.
She slowly turned her head to look at No. 25, then twisted her hair with her fingers, trailing off shyly.
“Well… I think I got too caught up in the moment yesterday…”
As expected, she couldn’t be his mother. It seemed they both had lost their minds because it was their first time.
As No. 25’s eyes momentarily dropped in disappointment, Rowe quickly said,
“It’s my choice, so there’s no way I’d refuse, right? But, I still need time. So, that… call me ‘Mom’ only during sex… okay?”
It was a shame, but that was the result that could satisfy both of them.
“Yes, I guess I have no choice.”
Soon, dishes with appetizing smells were arranged on the table.
“Did you wait long? Eat a lot.”
The main dish was a long fish, accompanied by black garlic, pork, abalone, and other foods that could lavishly decorate the table even if they were alone, vying for attention as if competing with each other.
Although she didn’t say it, No. 25 could vaguely understand her intentions. These were all foods that were helpful for stamina.
He had heard or read about foods that were good for a man’s stamina, but he never dreamed he would actually eat them.
Rowe stared at No. 25, who was looking at the table, with an explicit gaze, and licked her lips slightly with her tongue, giving a bright smile.
It seemed that her saying they would have sex right after eating wasn’t a lie.
No. 25 put the food in his mouth with a trembling heart.
Everything tasted good, but what would happen after this? The thought made his body shiver.
Rowe spoke to No. 25, who was eating quickly without saying a word.
“You have something on your face.”
He thought she would wipe it off with her finger as usual, but Rowe got up from her seat, wiped the grain of rice from his face with her mouth, and licked around it with her tongue.
Not only that, but she pressed his slender forearm against her chest, exuding the scent of a female.
There was no way he could resist such seduction.
No. 25 quickly finished his meal and looked at Rowe with expectant eyes, but she shook her head.
“It seems it takes a little time for the effects to properly kick in, so let’s talk for a bit until then.”
Rowe, who had been gently stroking No. 25’s hair as he made a disappointed expression, got up from her seat and asked.
“Do you need something to drink?”
There was no need to refuse since she was offering to give it to him directly. Rowe’s eyes flashed strangely as she confirmed No. 25’s nod.
He felt like something was wrong, but it was difficult to clearly grasp what that feeling was.
It was only a matter of time before he found out.
“I don’t need to hide it anymore, do I?”
Rowe slightly pulled on the side of her apron, revealing her breasts with No. 25’s teeth marks still clearly visible, then began to squeeze milk directly into a cylindrical glass she had gotten from somewhere.
Each time she massaged her breasts with force, her fingers digging in, the milk spurted out, filling the glass.
The overflowing milk quickly filled the glass, and Rowe fastened her apron with a familiar look.
“Why are you staring like that? Do you want to drink it directly? I’m okay with that too?”
“N-No, it’s okay. You can give it to me in a glass.”
Rowe handed the glass to No. 25 with a regretful expression.
As the glass moved, the surface of the milk rippled gently.
So, the identity of the milk he had been drinking until now was Rowe’s…
Perhaps because he had been intimate with her, he didn’t feel any particular revulsion.
Rowe simply drank her tea, and No. 25 sat in his chair, swinging his legs back and forth, picking up a cookie in front of him and putting it in his mouth.
Then, as he drank the milk in the glass, a richness and sweetness that was on a different level from regular milk spread throughout his mouth.
Once he swallowed it, he couldn’t stop.
No. 25 emptied the milk in one go, roughly wiped the milk from his mouth with his hand, and then patted his stomach with satisfaction.
Rowe spoke to No. 25, who had emptied the glass in one gulp, with a joyful expression.
“Tell me if you want more. I can give you more.”
“It’s okay. I want to drink more, but there’s something else later.”
He felt like he wanted more, but he could just suck it directly from her breasts while intertwining with Rowe in bed later.
Now that he was full and his head was clear, a forgotten memory suddenly came to mind. So that he wouldn’t forget the thought that came to mind again, No. 25 immediately asked Rowe a question.
“Ah, if it’s okay with you, could you explain about those people called Outer Spirits that you mentioned back then?”
Upon hearing No. 25’s words, a dark shadow fell over Rowe’s face again. Before, whenever the topic of Outer Spirits came up, her face would contort so horribly that her usual gentle expression couldn’t be found.
Rowe, who had been rubbing her furrowed brow with her fingers, eventually let out a deep sigh and opened her mouth with a resigned expression.
If it weren’t for her promise to only tell him the truth, she probably would have kept it a secret for the rest of her life.
“Alright, it’s time for you to know since you’re also a member of the Demon Realm.”
After letting out a long sigh, the longest sigh she had ever let out, she cautiously opened her mouth.
“A very long time ago, it happened even before the concept of the Demon Realm was properly established. In the beginning, there were humans and demons, and other than the difference in their basic physical and magical abilities, they were similar enough races that there wasn’t much difference in their thoughts or ideologies, so they quickly formed a friendly relationship.”
“I thought everything would work out well. Humans and demons filled each other’s shortcomings, and before they knew it, they became so dependent on each other that they couldn’t live without each other. Demons, who were rarely born as males, married human males and increased their offspring, and humans, who had less basic abilities than demons, often asked them for various favors.”
As the story grew longer, Rowe paused to catch her breath, and her expression seemed to be filled with grief.
“But the change was slowly beginning. As the demons freely exerted their original abilities, they experienced an unprecedented boom. Magic, economy, politics, and even minor wars between countries all began to revolve around the demons. The humans, who had thought they were standing on equal footing until now, finally felt inferiority and anxiety.”
“Those in high positions are bound to be envied and envied by their subordinates, and the humans eventually made a foolish move, thinking that the demons might harm them someday.”
“A foolish move?”
“Do you know what humans are uniquely superior at compared to demons?”
Before No. 25 could answer, Rowe opened her mouth.
“It’s ‘evil’.”
“After repeated inhuman experiments and a long period of research, the humans eventually created those called ‘Heroes’.”
“Heroes…”
No. 25 had also often seen them in the books he occasionally read.
“As I said before, demons are not inherently evil. Rather, they are foolishly naive. The humans, with the Heroes they created at the forefront, began to destroy the countries the demons had built, and until then, the demons thought that there was no reason for the humans to commit senseless killings, so they wondered if they had done something wrong. They kept reflecting on themselves. In the meantime, the situation became increasingly serious.”
“The demons belatedly realized the seriousness of the situation and fought back, but it was not enough to drive out the Heroes who had already gained strength by killing many demons. In a situation where the only way to end this conflict was the demise of one race, and that demise was directed towards the demons, the first king of the Demon Realm, Midar, blamed himself for being immersed in wealth and comfort and not properly grasping the situation, and placed a curse on all Heroes at the cost of his own life.”
No. 25 swallowed hard at the terribly old story that his head couldn’t comprehend.
The sweetness that remained in his mouth had long since disappeared.
Only the dry saliva caused by tension could barely soothe his parched throat.
“The curse placed by the Demon King was a curse of oblivion and decay that grew stronger with each generation. If they had a child, the curse would be passed on to that child, and if that child had a child, an even stronger curse would be passed on, an endless chain. The Heroes weren’t fools either, so they decided to bear the curse themselves without passing it on to the next generation. At first, they endured it without much difficulty. The Heroes’ strong bodies endured it, but after continuous pain, their minds eventually collapsed.”
“In the collapsed minds, the second curse hidden by the Demon King bloomed.”
“A hideous curse that reveals the desires hidden within the essence of humans and transforms them into monsters befitting those desires. A terrible curse that makes them beings that cannot be welcomed by either humans or demons.”
Rowe had already put down her teacup and had a serious expression on her face.
Unlike her usual slow tone, her tone was urgent, even feeling a sense of urgency.
“The Heroes who were driven out were stripped of their original glorious names and given the dishonorable name of Outer Spirits. Midar’s intention was that the Heroes who had become monsters would destroy humans, but the Heroes’ mental strength was stronger than he thought. They did not lose their near-obsessive determination to destroy demons. The edge of the curse that should have destroyed humans was turned towards our necks instead.”
“To prevent us from being attacked by the powerful Outer Spirits, we built a district in the area with the most abundant magic power and erected a barrier throughout the Demon Realm with the magic power drawn from there.”
“At first, everyone had a hard time adapting to the changed life, but as time passed, the demons rebuilt their own lives and lived happily. The only drawback in a life without humans was that men were a bit rare? Well, I’ll explain this again later… And then that day came. Outer Spirit, Dahlia who illuminates the darkness.”
No. 25 rested his chin on his hand, looked lost in thought, then widened his eyes as if he couldn’t believe it and asked again.
“Dahlia… Could it be that Dahlia?”
It was a name that No. 25 also remembered seeing in history books.
A saint who did not belong to any organization and led people to salvation by traversing battlefields.
Although it was a book written from the perspective of humans, No. 25’s heart was filled with something heartwarming as he read the heroic tales of his exploits.
Rowe nodded once and continued the words that had been interrupted.
“He easily tore through the barrier of the most solid 1st District, wielded the weapons he held in each of his twelve arms, and rolled his four eyes and eight pupils here and there, massacring people as he saw them. That was the first invasion since the concept of districts was established in the 1st to 7th Districts, that is, the Demon Realm.”
“Dahlia was barely driven out thanks to the sacrifices and efforts of the former Demon King of the 1st District, your mother, and all sorts of people, but the Demon Realm was once again engulfed in the fear of death. The fear that Outer Spirits could come at any time. The demons know. They were reminded of the memories of when the Heroes had massacred them in the past.”
“Well, this is all old news. The current Demon King of the 1st District has extraordinary power, so most Outer Spirits can’t even think of breaking through the barrier… Rest assured.”
Rowe, who had finished speaking, brought the teacup to her mouth and slightly shifted her gaze.
“Are you scared?”
It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t scared.
The Heroes he had seen in books all had such great power that they couldn’t be thought of as humans.
Beings who could split mountains, seas, and land with a single swing.
Beings who could overthrow countries with a single incantation.
At first, he thought it was a book with a bit of exaggeration, but according to Rowe’s words he had heard so far, those contents were all true.
And those beings had been corrupted into monsters and only had the firm conviction to destroy demons.
No. 25’s body was already trembling like an aspen leaf, soaked in fear.
Rowe wrapped her arms around No. 25’s trembling shoulders.
“There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll protect you even if it costs me my life.”
He wasn’t worried about his own life, which he had already thrown away once.
What No. 25 truly feared was the death of the people around him.
He didn’t want to experience the pain and loneliness caused by loss anymore.
He tightly grabbed Rowe’s wrist that wrapped around his shoulders and trembled.
Rowe hugged him, looking pitiful, gently stroked his head, and whispered.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here, right?”
“Then give me reassurance. Reassurance that you won’t leave me.”
Rowe showed a moment of hesitation.
Reassurance that she wouldn’t leave.
There was only one way Rowe could reassure No. 25, who was trembling with anxiety.
“I only know this way to give you reassurance because of you…”
Rowe gently caressed No. 25’s cheek, then lowered her head and kissed him.
Their lips barely touched, but they quickly separated.
That fleeting action only intensified the affection.
No. 25 turned his face away and muttered with a reddened face.
“One more time…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Rowe grabbed No. 25’s chin and gave him a more intense kiss than before.
Ignoring the sensation of teeth touching his tongue, she went further inside.
She pushed her tongue into No. 25’s mouth to explore his tongue, gently wrapped it, and sucked it out with a vulgar sound.
“Haa, huu… Smack.”
With the prolonged kiss, No. 25 also got up from his seat, and without anyone saying anything, they groped each other’s bodies.
They took off the cumbersome apron and strongly grabbed her breasts. Feeling the sensation of fingers buried in her breasts, she gently rolled her nipples with her fingers.
Each time she caressed her nipples, from which milk was flowing, Rowe’s tongue twitched as if bouncing, and No. 25 clung to her body even more to erase the anxiety that was spreading in his heart.
The stability and warmth of her soft skin slowly began to fade the fear that had been planted by the story of the Outer Spirits.
Only the pleasure given by the female body remained in the empty space created by the disappearance of anxiety.
His erect penis poked Rowe’s lower body during the kiss.
Rowe parted her lips, caught her breath, then looked at his penis and shone her eyes.
“It seems the effects are starting to kick in, so… you can take me as you wish.”
With those words, the two of them lay down on the bed and began to make love, and their intertwined bodies seemed to melt into the morning sunlight rising through the window.
